Chen Lun was already vigilant according to the predictions of divination.

When he saw the other party waiting for him here, he was basically sure in his heart that the other party didn't want to trade with him at all, but used that extraordinary knowledge as bait to lure him to come, and then intercept himself.

[Voyeur Eye]!

Chen Lun's eyes stared at Molimer not far away.

[Judgment Success!] 】

[You get the following information——]

Name: Mollimer

Identity: President of the Amber City History and Ritual Association, Professor of History at Hypericum Women's School

Race: Human (Eastern Continent)

Template: Elite (Base LV20, Attribute Growth Amplification)

Grade: 58

Health: 1200/1200

Stamina: 600/600

Sanity: 30/30

Main class: [Sequence 9 - Grave Robber LV10 (MAX)] [Sequence 8 - Historian LV20 (MAX)] [Sequence 7 - Alchemist LV8] (Earth faction)

Attributes: Strength 27, Dexterity 31, Endurance 55, Intelligence 48, Faith 34

Special attributes: Charisma 11, Will 20, Insight 16, Luck 10

Skills: Earth Affinity LVMAX, Underground Walking LVMAX, History Retrospective LVMAX, Borrowing the Past LVMAX, Potions General Knowledge LV3, Alchemy LV2、——

Combat power: 204

[Danger: High]

[Opinion: Disgust]

[Evaluation: Beware of this guy's hidden abilities, no one knows whose history he stole from!] There is no rat who doesn't steal, and no alchemist who doesn't lose bottles! Beware of his potions, too! 】

[Sequence 7]...... Elite templates? ”

Chen Lun frowned secretly.

It's no wonder that he didn't notice the extraordinary fluctuations on his body in the port black market before, the other party was two sequences higher than him at that time, and he had already entered the middle sequence stage.

"But...... I seem to be underestimating my own strength. ”

He lowered his eyes.

I have an advantage that NPCs don't have, and that's the panel.

I can add more, you can't.

This is the player's advantage, but it is inherited by the NPC itself.

At the same time, his growth rate far exceeds that of players, which has reached the current situation.

Even if the opponent has an elite template and naturally grows faster than the average NPC, it still can't compare to himself. With the accumulation, coupled with the promotion in the future, he will only get stronger and stronger, and finally open the gap with his peers, which is comparable to the existence of a higher sequence.

It's already showing signs of it.

His own panel attributes, unconsciously, have surpassed most of the low sequences, comparable to the transcendent of the beginner middle sequence. Coupled with the hole cards in his hand, the victory or defeat with Molimer still needs to be really played to know.

"Is this the extraordinary power of the [Destiny Faction]......?"

Morlymer frowned.

After he was glanced at by Chen Lun just now, he had a feeling of being seen through.

The sensation made him extremely uncomfortable.

Whoop –

The sound of pages turning sounded.

I saw an illusory shadow flash in Molimer's eyes, and finally fixed on the body of an old man in a white robe.

"Die! Spade! ”

Rumble!!

Morlime exuded heat from his body, and invisible currents erupted from his feet, blowing his clothes and hair upside down.

I saw that his whole person burst through the air with a bang and came through a wave of air.

Woo——!!

He threw a punch, and a high-temperature flame of light erupted from his fist.

The air around him froze, scorching and distorting.

Table tennis!!

A silver streak slashed across Molimer's wrist, deflecting his attack and the fist brushing past Chen Lun's side.

The heat wave lifted Chen Lun's black hair, and curled the ends of his hair.

"The power of the sun, this is the [Sequence 7 - Dervishe] ......"

Chen Lun said secretly.

Boom ——!

Taking advantage of the deflection of his body, Molimer turned and raised his legs, his heels falling like a war hammer.

Chen Lun raised the silver cane, opened it with a bang, and turned into a round shield in an instant.

Syllable!!

Molimer's heavy kick slammed into the silver shield, and the loud thud shook the end.

As soon as the silver shield was retracted, it closed into a line, and with the speed of breaking free from the sight of ordinary people, it moved sideways towards Morlimer's neck.

Then!

Chen Lun, who was holding a silver sword, suddenly noticed something.

His spiritual instinct told him that someone was secretly watching!

His mind was spinning, and the slash in his hand suddenly slowed down.

"It's too slow!!"

Mollymer drank heavily.

Rushing......

His figure was illusory, appearing in the position of a second ago, rubbing shoulders to dodge the silver sword.

raised his hand and punched Chen Lun directly in the abdomen.

With a muffled bang, Chen Lun vomited blood and retreated, and finally stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground. The silver cane took off its hand and fell to the ground with two thuds.

From Morlimer's invisible perspective, the dark gold scales and black bone armor on Chen Lun's chest and abdomen intertwined and circulated, and finally slowly dissipated.

Trample...... Trample......

Mollimer walked slowly, his feet sizzling on the floor and green smoke coming out.

"It's rare that a [Sequence 8] can last so long."

He said indifferently.

When he bent down to pick up Chen Lun's silver cane, a piercing scream came.

Rushing......

Between the sound of the pages turning, Molimer's figure was illusory, reappearing a few seconds earlier. A black wave of light pierced through his original phantom and vanished at the same time.

Molimer turned his head to see four figures standing aside, quietly watching him.

"Black Skull ......?"

"Introduce yourself, Amber City Asylum, Commissioner Roderick."

The man in black with a high collar was holding a head in his hand and throwing it away, an old man with a white beard.

"Mr. 'Knowledge' thought he was very smart, but he was shot and killed when he went out......

I have to say that the transcendent methods of the [Magic Faction] are still very clever, and several investigators under me have been turned to stone. ”

Molimer didn't speak, and looked at him coldly.

I didn't expect that the host of the mysterious association would be the boss of the shelter, all of this is just his layout, grasping the information and intelligence of the members, waiting for the opportunity to catch them all.

The civet cat had already taken off her mask, and the short-haired woman was holding a revolver and a limp hammer in the other. The latter's face was pale, his eyes were indifferent, and he was obviously seriously injured and had lost the strength to resist.

The last man was draped in a dark red cloak, and Mollimer knew him best—

Bishop of the Red Apple Church of Amber City, Newman.

"I didn't expect the asylum to join forces with the Red Apple Church just to get rid of the 'History and Ritual Society' branch here?"

Molimer asked slowly.

"Do you need to ask anyone what you disgusting dead rats have done?"

Newman grinned.

"The tomb of the archbishop of our church has been stolen, and Lord Rafa is furious, and he has used magic to predict that the tomb robber is a member of the 'Historical and Ritualistic Society', and is hiding in Amber City.

Mollimer, if you hand over the perpetrators, I will not kill you, but let you repent for fifty years in front of the statue of Madame Rose. ”

Morlymer's brow furrowed.

He directly ignored the second half of the other party's words, although he had heard about it, but he didn't know who the perpetrator was.

Could it be that members of other branches did it?

He suddenly remembered someone, but he couldn't be sure.

"It seems that you have been planning for a long time...... The asylum suppressed the extraordinary, and the Red Apple Church rejoiced in removing our 'History and Ritual Society'. ”

Mortimer sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense! Mollymer! ”

Newman roared.

"Since you have chosen to shield your accomplices, then I will bring you to Lord Rafa and hand you over to him for personal interrogation!"

In the next second, the red robe was raised.

Bishop Newman's whole body swooped down like an eagle.

The phantom in Molimer's eyes began to roll, ready to make a move.

Suddenly a whistle rang in my ears!

Whew——!

Molime was stunned.

The spades, which had been "dead" at his feet, burst out, and the silver cane turned into a sword, slashing across his waist.

The silver light cut through the garment, cutting through the skin.

A palm-sized notebook that fell from a broken pocket.

I saw that the other party reached out and grabbed the notebook in his hand.

Everything is fleeting.

When Mollime came back to his senses, Newman's ghostly clawed fingers had already been inserted into his chest!

"Ahh Spade!! ”

Molimer screamed and roared loudly.