"Mother Earth, please guide me to evil!" said Anomen, letting the emblem in his hand glow intensely.

Where the light shrouded in shadows was nowhere to hide, a hazy black figure could be faintly seen. Anomen suddenly screamed, covered his eyes and knelt down. The emblem fell to the ground, and the light vanished.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?!" Yao En shot an arrow at the place where the dark shadow had appeared, but as expected, it missed.

"Such a strong evil aura, my eyes are like looking directly at the sun. He looked up, and everyone saw that his eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot around his pupils, and tears flowed down his face. The emblem that fell to the ground seemed to have been roasted by fire, emitting bursts of green smoke.

A black shadow flashed, and the emblem of Mother Earth was swept away, rolling down to a place that the group could not reach.

Arnomen rubbed his eyes, took out another piece of the Holy Emblem from his bosom, and held it up again. "Evan, I'll force him out. ”

"No! Heim's army is coming, and it will be safe then. Now I can protect you, don't force you!" Evan said, "Just one look at it hurts like that, do you want to die?"

"I know what I'm doing. "Anomen was so determined that he held up the emblem and chanted the name of Mother Earth. His eyes seemed to be set on fire, and his flesh and blood rattled. This time the light was more steady and bright than the previous one, and Chanem's outline became very clear.

Evan pounced, but the long sword pierced through the black shadow without any touch. Although he can see the location of the Holy One of Murder, he is still hidden in the Shadow Realm. Cannot be attacked directly.

There were words in Arnold's door. To others it sounded like an obscure sentence. The emblem of Mother Earth changes color. The golden light shot down on Chanem, finally forcing him out of the shadow world.

Distorted black smoke rose from Chanem's black cloak, like twisting sand dunes on a desert under a scorching sun, and everything became hazy. The brilliance of Mother Earth was also a great burden for him, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, so that he could slowly straighten up.

Evan rushed forward and strangled him with his sword. Since Evan's long sword was already capable of injuring Chanem's body, he didn't dare to touch the blade with his bare hands. He kept slamming his fingers against the plane of the blade. Deflect the attack.

"It's strange that your swordsmanship can suddenly improve and hurt me with your mortal power. But that's all you can do. Chanem said, "I won't get tired, but how long can you hold out, and how long can that fellow priest of yours last?" Leave that Mother Earth believer to me, and the rest of you can go." ”

Evan listened to these words and was not moved at all. Perhaps Anomen would agree to come down and trade his life for other safety. But how can the words of the enemy be believed? Without the light of Mother Earth, the Holy One of the God of Murder can return to its hidden state. Then they tried again and again until they killed them all.

So Evan swung his sword again and again. Trying to overtake Chanem in speed.

If you want to increase your speed, you must first increase the frequency, so you can't use all your strength on slashing, and you need to have enough power to recover your sword for the next attack. Moreover, the trajectory of the long sword with a straight or broken line hindered the increase speed, so Evan began to use the arc method to integrate some scimitar techniques.

Chanem frowned, he found it more and more difficult to find the right point of strike, and even if he hit the blade, it would only change one arc to another, and it would not change the rhythm of Evan's attack. As the arc was generated, Evan also began to consciously rotate his wrist, twisting the direction of the blade back and forth with Chanem's fingers, threatening his fingers.

For a moment, Evan had the upper hand, forcing Chanem to keep back, jumping between rocks and obstacles, barely blocking a few attacks. His gray eyes never left his opponent, as if he was observing and evaluating, but he also seemed to be exerting his divine powers.

Realizing that something was wrong, Naria kept using spells to protect Evan's mind from falling under the control of his enemies. Various buffed spells flashed on Evan's body, allowing him to be faster, more powerful, and hold out longer.

The dwarf Yao En was not idle, took out all kinds of potions from his pocket, and poured them into Arnomen's mouth. But the priest kept reciting prayers, and there was no healing potion to drink. So the dwarf tried to pour the potion on Anomen's head, trying to extinguish the fire that burned in his eyes.

Amon was in a trance due to the massive blood loss, but she still insisted on taking out the stone-throwing projectiles and soaking them in alchemy potions one by one. Potions are incredibly valuable and are said to allow weapons to penetrate any damage resistance. But can this thing have any effect on the saints who are constructed by divine power? Aemon didn't dare to think deeply about this question, but just kept himself busy and did his best.

The Sage of the God of Murder stepped on a metal plate on his foot, and looked down to see that it was the shield that Evan had thrown. Most of it has corroded, but it's still good news for Chanem. Instead of retreating this time, he seized the opportunity to roll to the side and picked up his shield. The rusted part was shaken off like dust, and he used the rest to transform into a long dagger.

The sound of swords and daggers intersecting was crisp and pleasant, like the raindrops of a rainstorm crashing on the roof, making a clanging sound that was urgent and fast. The two men are back to parity, but they have developed very different styles. Chanem kept stabbing forward and back, occasionally adding a few diagonal swings. Evan used arcs more and more, and even his footsteps began to develop in the direction of arcs.

The hundred-faced dice on his chest radiated light and heat, and the numbers lit up one after another. Evan didn't realize it, and threw himself into the weapon in his hand. He had a feeling that the arc was not the end and that he could be faster and more coordinated.

Eventually, the arc turned into a circle, and his longsword drew circles of different sizes in the air. Whenever Chanem's dagger strikes, the circle changes, or changes in size, or from positive to oblique, but always fits a straight dagger into it.

Soon, Chanem's arms were covered in scars, and blood soaked his sleeves and ran down his robe. If it were an ordinary person, this arm would have been cut off a long time ago, where could he continue to attack?

Chanem seized the opportunity to split the long dagger in two, turning it into two short daggers and continuing to entangle with Evan. But he had fallen into Evan's sword circle, and the damage he had suffered had increased instead of decreasing. Evan only felt that he was so refreshed, that every attack brought mental and physical pleasure. In a few moments, he even forgot about the battle, only the perception of swordsmanship.

The sword kept approaching, and the circle shrank smaller and smaller, leaving less and less room for Chanem to dodge. Knowing that something was wrong, he left an arm for Evan to crush and take the opportunity to get out of the battlefield. Evan took two steps after him, leaving two more sword wounds on his back.

Just as he was about to continue the pursuit, he heard Yao En shouting, "Come back to Evan, you are leaving the range of the Holy Light!"

Evan immediately stopped, watching Chanem stand three paces away from him, with an eerie smile on his face. "Don't forget, I'm an assassin, not a warrior. Enjoy your last moments, your swordsmanship won't solve all your problems. With that, his body squirmed, and a full arm grew again. Chanem then gave Evan a sinister look and disappeared again.

"Damn, there's no end to it!" Evan hurriedly ran back to the group, Anomen was already weakened by the spell. Together, Aeon and Evan pulled the Mother Earth emblem out of the priest's palm. The high heat had burned out Arnomen's palm, leaving criss-crossing wounds on it. The more serious damage was Anomen's eyes, which no longer reacted to the light of the outside world.

"I don't know if I'm blind or temporarily blind. Yao En's voice was trembling, but he tried to calm himself: "Anyway, he definitely can't see anything now, Aimeng, you hold him, let's get out of this place quickly." ”

"I'm afraid we won't be able to leave. Arnomen suddenly spoke: "The black evil is right behind us, I can feel it. ”

Evan held his sword, but his naked eyes could not see the enemy. 'He needs to get out of hiding when he attacks and that's when I can hurt him. ”

Chanem's voice came from all directions, and he couldn't make out the location at all: "What if it hurts me, I can recover quickly, even if you cut off my head, a new head will grow." How long you can protect them is certainly not as patient as I am. I'll give you one more chance......"

"Shut your foul mouth, bald!" Evan yelled, "Can you regenerate, then I can cut off your head again and again, oh dear, this is definitely the best entertainment in the world!"

Chanem didn't answer, and silence returned. Everyone knew that this was not a place to stay for long, so Narya set up the Ano Gate, Yao En supported Ammon, and Evan was on guard.

They walked on the icy stone pavement, trying to get in the direction of the undersea passage. In fact, everyone is not sure whether Chanem will chase him out, and can only hope that the army led by Heim can eradicate this stronghold as soon as possible and drive out the believers of the God of Murder.

Out of the corner of Evan's eye, he saw a black figure appear on the left, swinging his sword and slashing, but it only hit the air. Several times in a row, black shadows passed by him, and then disappeared again. Chanem did not rush to attack, but constantly tested Evan's reaction, trying to grasp the pattern of his actions.

"He's coming. Anomen suddenly said, "Be careful!

A black light flashed, and Aemon fell to the ground with a scream. She had a deep bony wound on her right leg that, while not fatal, had deprived her of the ability to walk normally. Evan tried to swing his sword, but only the tip of the sword touched the last bit of metal left in the air by the dagger, and failed to hurt the enemy.

He bit his lip tightly, and secretly cursed the shamelessness of the enemy in his heart. But he wouldn't say that, because that would only make the enemy more proud.

Another flash of light, and Naria suffered the same injury, falling to the ground. Yao En sighed: "It seems that the enemy doesn't want us to leave. ”

Evan clenched his sword and shouted, "Come out, you coward, fight me!" I am Evan Stars, King of the Starry Kingdom, Guardian of Humanity. Do you dare to face the sword of kings? Come out, you shrunken bald scoop!" (To be continued.) )