Tropos nodded, in response. For the chestnut-haired, handsome-looking young man in front of her, like a passerby in her life, she won't pay a little attention. Ezreal next to him explained how he met Horn and what he was here for. Tropos just smiled politely and listened, oh, to show that he understood.

"Do you want to go up now?" asked Tropos, turning his head to look at the Tower of Falling Thunder.

Before Ezreal could reply, a crack suddenly cracked under the Tower of Thunder in the sky. A dark shadow flew out of the crack. Before everyone could see what it was, a black shadow fell into front of everyone's eyes like a meteor.

There was a bang, and the earthquake trembled. A large crater appeared in the ground, and the strong impact threw all the dirt and sand into the air, some of which was shot at Horn and them.

After a burst of sound like rain hitting plantains, a thin magical barrier surrounded everyone, completely blocking the dirt and sand.

I saw Tropos straighten his right arm, which was carved like jade, with an understatement. That magic barrier was sent out by her in an instant. During this period, I didn't hear her recite the incantation, it should be what Popner said, chanting the incantation with mental power, and instantly magic.

"What is it?" Horn asked, it came so suddenly that his head couldn't reflect it.

The smoke and dust cleared, and a huge figure slowly stood up in the crater. At least three giants were tall, with a waist circumference three times wider than that of ordinary people, and limbs and heads proportional to their bodies. It's just that the giant's body is actually made of steel and pieces of flesh. The color of those pieces of meat is dark and light, and it is obviously not a **. Where the steel and the meat are connected, traces of splicing can be faintly seen. The same is true of the head, where the five features are black holes, and a faint trace of smoke can be seen hovering inside.

"Monsters. Horn's mind flashed through him, if what was in front of him if it wasn't a monster, then what else could be called.

When the giant landed on the ground, he looked around with those hollow eyes, and Horn felt his mind drift, as if his soul was about to be sucked into the hollow eyes.

Suddenly, the giant stared at Horn. The hollow mouth opened and closed several times, as if to say something, but there was no sound.

Horn was a little dazed, he looked around, he was standing relatively far away, and no one was around. It was clear that the giant was acting on himself.

The giant closed a few times, but didn't see any response from Horn. The pieces of flesh that had been put together shook rapidly, as if a person was angry.

"What is this monster doing, why does it seem to be talking to you?" asked Ezreal.

Horn smiled wryly and said, "How do I know, he seems to be talking, but I can't hear anything." ”

After waiting for a while, the giant finally reached its limit. Suddenly, raise your head to the sky and take a deep breath. Then he leaned forward, his body turned into a slope, and the huge mouth of the black hole opened wide, making a roaring appearance, but no sound came out.

Suddenly, everyone felt an invisible shock wave hit the depths of their souls like a tsunami. Horn felt nothing but a splitting headache, and the fire of his soul felt like it was about to be extinguished by a strong wind. I couldn't help but clasp my head with both hands, hoping to resist the invisible soul shockwave.

The others, with the exception of Ezreal and Tropos, fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

Ezreal's face changed as the invisible shockwave arrived. Suddenly exerting all his strength, a powerful momentum swept like a storm. The invisible coercion formed an invisible wall in front of him, surrounding him and Tropos, dissolving the invisible shockwave emitted by the giant.

At the same time, the giant emitted an invisible shockwave, and at the same time, the arm as thick as a tree trunk and with green tendons and knots was raised, and the fingertips of the fingers swelled for a while, and after a burst of expansion, the fingertips shot out a black light like sharp arrows. Lightning shot into Horn's chest. The force slammed Horn high into the sky, and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

With a snap, Horn was lifeless like a dead man.

Ezreal and Tropos's faces changed, they didn't expect that this giant monster could still send out that finger after sending out an invisible shockwave, and he wanted to block that finger at that time, but it was too late.

"The Force is out," Ezreal said in a deep voice.

The Force refers to the power of a warrior to constantly exercise his body and stimulate his physical potential. Beginner martial artists, that is, those martial artists from level 1 to level 6, are enhanced in terms of physical strength, strength, speed, agility, and skill after daily continuous training. The continent's classification of these martial artists is also based on the strength of these abilities. After crossing the primary level to the intermediate level, the potential of the body begins to be stimulated, which is the Force. This kind of force can begin to be concentrated by mid-level martial artists, and briefly change the strength of the body, and the explosive power is extremely impressive. In addition, it is better than the first level in terms of body recovery, hardened muscles, strength, speed, agility, and senses. High-level martial artists can already completely change themselves in the sense. The lifespan is greatly increased, the Force is able to materialize, and can be released. Especially after the sixteenth level, the mental ability is greatly enhanced, and the mental suppression can be carried out. After level seventeen, you can fly directly in the air with the help of the Force, without the help of any external force. An eighteenth-level martial artist can directly break through the space and make a space jump with his own force.

The finger that the giant monster shot at just now was the condensation of the Force into materialization. That is, the strength of the monster in front of him is at least level thirteen or higher. If it's just the warrior Ezreal, he won't feel a headache, and the invisible shockwave sent by the earliest monster should be a spiritual magic, a fourth-level magic "Call of Death". This magic attacks the human spirit. However, the monster's magic seems to be much weaker than that of the magician. If it weren't for such a close distance, those guards whose strength was less than the middle level would have died of a mental breakdown.

Tropos also saw the attack method of this giant monster, and couldn't help but be surprised and said: "What is this, it can actually have the skills of a high-level martial artist and the strength of a middle-level magician." It looks like a magic golem. ”

"Looking at the continent, those magic puppets that have been created are at most only mid-level martial artists, or beginner-level magicians. I haven't heard of any kind of puppet with the strength of a high-level martial artist and a mid-level magician. Could this be a magic golem?" Ezreal questioned.

"Don't forget, this monster came out of the magic tower of the demigod Canduure. The kind of person who can create the book of wishes cannot be measured by common sense. Tropos shook his head.

Ezreal thought about it for a while, and then said: "No matter who created it, it won't work if it doesn't solve it." ”

With that, he drew a long sword. The golden hilt is studded with gems the size of pigeon's eggs, and the body of the sword is covered with ice cracks and quenching patterns, and the smooth and delicate blade is shining. This swordsman is a masterpiece of the famous master smith of the Duchy of Architon. Ezreal rarely brought out a weapon in a battle, and the last time he used it in a battle was against the famous warrior of the Tiga Federation, "Alpine Eagle" Thibaud. At this time, taking out the weapon is very important to the monster on the other side. In fact, Ezreal already has a sixteenth-level strength, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy to deal with the "Call of Death" just now.

Ezreal pulled out his stance, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, as if he was a different person than usual. There was concentration and solemnity in his eyes. He never underestimated his enemies.

With a loud shout, the man followed the sword, leaving behind an afterimage, and a sonic boom sounded behind him. The cold light is like a meteor outside the sky, streaking across the sky. With a thud, the cold sword stabbed into the heart of the giant monster. One hit kills, there is no extra posture, and it is so fast that people can't breathe.

The giant's blurred features looked surprised, it didn't expect the ant-like creature in front of it to stab itself with something as thin as a toothpick.

There was a roar, and the hollow mouth screamed in the sky. The Call of Death swept out like a tidal wave again, picking up the thick arms of the tree trunk and slamming it into Ezreal with a terrifying roar.

Bang, the earth shook. The thick arms smashed Ezreal to pieces. The giant monster couldn't help but crack open the mouth of the black hole, as if to mock Ezreal's inadequacy.

But then he found that Ezreal was standing there not far away, and realized that it was only an afterimage that had been hit. I couldn't help but be annoyed, and my legs moved, like ten thousand horses galloping, rushing over like a hurricane.

Ezreal's eyes were still focused on the killing, but a little more surprised. I didn't expect that sword to play a killing role, it seems that the heart is not the key point of the giant monster.

"The heart doesn't work, not anywhere else, hehe," Ezreal whispered. In an instant, people drifted by like light smoke. Straight ahead of the giant monster.

The giant monster roared, and with each hiss, there was a "call of death" with it. Seeing Ezreal rushing over, he was even more angry, and his head bowed, like a chariot running over.

At the moment when they were about to collide. Ezreal's figure flashed. Appearing above the head of the giant monster, the long sword in his hand shook, and ten thousand cold stars erupted, drowning the giant monster.

Bang, the giant monster fell to the ground. Although the giant is a thirteenth-level high-level martial artist, its true strength is not as strong as that of a real high-level martial artist, especially in terms of speed and agility, the gap is particularly large. There is no power to do with Ezreal. Ezreal's sword stabbed it like a hornet's nest, full of holes.

Just when Ezreal thought the giant monster was dead. The giant monster's massive body stood up again. The only difference is that the originally hollow eyes appear red, and they have obviously begun to go berserk.

Raising his fists, the Force poured out of his fists like a torrential rain, and black arrows blocked Ezreal in all directions.