Outside the cover formed by the light waves, Evan was swinging the Demon Breaking Sword "Bonfire", striking again and again. Like a blacksmith forging a hot sword embryo, the light shield is constantly sputtering outwards with fragments of light. The fragments of these pure elemental energies burned when they fell to the ground, and then emitted a puff of green smoke that turned into a puddle of mud.

However, the mask keeps generating, and there is another layer under the layer. Seeing that he was making a futile effort, Evan changed his strategy, stabbed his sword into the light mask, and pressed it with all his strength. Wave after wave of concussions came from the sword, as if it had been constantly beaten by a strong man. Evan had never suffered so much hurt and pain since he was skilled at swordsmanship. He gritted his teeth and pressed his legs to the ground, pushing the Demon Breaker deep into the light shield.

"The people outside are working hard, but it's a pity that they can't save you. Arriel spoke, but his hand didn't stop for a moment. The two short swords flew up and down, often burrowing into Siegel's defensive circle from impossible angles. If it weren't for his quick reflexes and nimble movements, Siegel would have been stabbed in the vital position and would have died.

The mage struggled to hold on, but never lost faith. The more we are in a crisis, the more we must calmly look for opportunities, but again, if we can't find an opportunity, we can only desperately do it.

Before it was time to fight desperately, Siegel's weapons were held up by the twin swords, and the strength of the two men was equal, and there was a stalemate in this moment. He suddenly switched to holding the sword in one hand, and reached for his belt with his free hand. Jarrell twisted his swords, and Stardust slammed into Siegel's shoulder. However, Stardust only has the tip of the sword, and the rest of it is like a blunt sword, plus the protection of armor. Siegel was unscathed.

Meanwhile. The Dragon's Tooth Dagger was flung out by Siegel. Straight to Ariel's lower abdomen. Of all the body parts, the abdomen is the slowest to move, so it is also the most difficult to dodge. Arriel's brow furrowed, and he twisted his body hard, but he was still a step too late. The dragon's tooth dagger sliced through his coat, leaving a finger-long wound on his body, and blood seeped out immediately.

"You're no longer a ooze monster. Siegel endured the pain in his limbs, and his footsteps spun around Ariel. "Do you believe in the god of murder or the god of ooze monsters? Don't you think it's disgusting to be sticky and soft?"

Arreel's face changed. When something came to his lips, he endured it, and only quickened the movement of his hand again. When the mask opened and repelled the elements, Siegel felt a chill in his heart. He knew that his swordsmanship was not as good as Evan's, and if he was entangled in that strange slime, it would be a big problem. But Arriel only fights with ordinary tricks, and has no intention of transforming in the slightest.

So Siegel estimated that the mask also had an effect on Ariel, and finally found an opportunity to test it. The blood that fell was a beacon to navigate in the dark, pointing the way forward.

"How long has it been since Ariel, it's almost two minutes?" Siegel said to him, "Tick, tick, tick." Time passes like water, why don't you work hard?"

"As you wish!"

A short sword stabbed into Siegel's right ear. Blocked by the dust of the stars, the other short sword seized the opportunity and went straight to the throat. Siegel took advantage of the fact that the blade had not yet stabbed up, and took the initiative to bow his head and rush forward. The Shortsword has a closer control range than the Longsword, but still has a blind spot. Unable to reach a safe casting distance, Siegel simply bumped into it headlong and engaged in a close fight.

Since it can't be turned into a sticky soft mud state, then hand-to-hand combat is not terrible. If the long sword can't be played, then the short sword will be equally uncomfortable.

A line of blood flew out of the side of Siegel's neck, but fortunately only scratched a little skin, but did not hurt the blood vessels. As long as he hesitated a little just now, he would have taken the initiative to cut his throat. Evan gasped and applauded. He admired Siegel's calm and resolute determination and action.

With all three weapons in the air, Siegel placed his only unweaponized left hand on the wound in Ariel's abdomen and slashed his fingers into it. This astonishing pain should make ordinary people faint directly, but Arriel obviously won't be defeated so easily. He slashed his dagger across the neck and slashed Siegel from behind.

"Taste the plasma with your flesh!" Siegel channeled the plasma patterns in his body, pouring a huge amount of energy from his fingertips directly into Ariel's body. The furious energy turned his body into a glowing skin, bones and internal organs showing clear shadows on the skin.

Erosion, burning, penetrating, exploding! Siegel unleashed all plasma energy without mercy or reservation. He heard the sound of his organs cracking, smelled the stench of burning flesh, and watched as Jarrell's every pore erupted with lightning and flames. The dagger struck the mage's neck, but it had no strength and no damage. Then Arriel fell limply, like mud.

The light curtain vanished, and Evan stumbled and nearly fell. "Finally killed?" he asked.

Siegel nodded, tucked the dragon's tooth dagger back into his waist, and reached into the long sleeve of his other hand. He took a few steps, looking staggering and unsteady on his feet.

"Do you have any healing potions there, give me a bottle. Siegel squinted his eyes, blinked, and said, "My space bag still can't be opened." ”

"I'm looking for it, I remember taking it with me. Evan pulled it from behind his waist, and instead of taking out the potion bottle, he pulled out a throwing knife. He threw it in the direction indicated by Siegel's eyes!

With a wave of his arms, Siegel pulled his wand out of his sleeve with one hand and an obsidian dagger in the other. "Manifest, Lurker!"

The glow of magic illuminated the hall, and a figure was forced out of its invisibility state. His body was not completely substantial, there was black mist steaming in some places, and the outline of his body also had many transparent areas. In his right hand he held a serpentine dagger with a faint green glow, and with the other hand he held in front of him, blocking out the dazzling glare of the light.

This man is Ariel!

Evan was clearly lucky enough to throw the dagger that hit the target, stabbing Arriel in the armpit. Siegel swung his weapon, severing his wrist holding the serpentine dagger. Arriel let out a howl of pain, and his left hand clawed at Siegel's throat.

The bonfire slashed through the skewers. Cut off this claw. Then Evan pulled the sword he had slashed down. Severed the muscles of Ariel's legs. Just as he was about to continue his attack. Siegel stopped him.

Evan was puzzled: "What are you keeping him for, do you expect him to tell you anything?"

"I'm not that stupid. "I just want to know what's going to happen after two minutes," Siegel said. He looked at Ariel, who was cursing on the ground, as his slimy body struggled to heal. The mage taps the beat with his fingers, and his mouth makes a "tick-tock" sound.

When the time of two minutes came, the black cement burned, but Arriel was dead by this time, so there was no screaming. Including his body, clothes, and weapons, the flames burned all traces of his existence in the world.

The flames beat continuously. Ignited the corpses of the remaining Man in Black assassins.

"This flame is pretty good. Evan cautiously glanced around, his muscles still tense. Who knows where an assassin will pop up! These guys are elusive, and they can't always rely on the instincts of a warrior to guard against them.

"Relax, there are no enemies around. Siegel summoned the defensive staff into his hand and leaned limply on it. He opened the pouch and took out a bottle of healing potion and drank it with his head up. The cool potion brought him a comfortable feeling from his body, and at least the throbbing pain was suppressed for the time being.

"They're very good at hiding and stealth, but they're not as good as the dragon in my territory. Siegel took out another bottle of potion, poured it on several of the more serious wounds, and then grinned, "I have seen with my own eyes how they hide. There are ways to prevent it. When it is added to the magic circle as a warning, you can rest in peace. ”

"It's really convenient to be a mage. You can come up with anything. But when it comes to the most critical time, no matter how good the brain is, you still have to have good skills. Evan returned the sword to the sheath and came over and reached for Siegel.

"That's right, I've been lazy a lot lately, and I haven't exercised for a long time. Siegel snapped his fingers, summoned the float saucer, and sat down.

Seeing the comfortable mage, Evan snorted, but also sat up, not polite at all. Although he didn't seem to have many wounds, most of his injuries were in his body, and the concussion of his internal organs made him gag for a while. Since there are effortless ways to move, Evan is naturally not stupid enough not to use it.

"Do you know why I stopped you from killing him at the end?" said Siegel to Evan beside him.

"The priest who kills the god will be inspired by the gods, and you are worried that I will be in trouble in the future, right?" said Evan, "Actually, no matter what, the trouble will follow me everywhere, and it is not a big deal to add a murder god." ”

"No, I didn't think of you like that!" Siegel said with a smile. "Well, no kidding. I'm just wondering if it's true to sacrifice your life for two minutes. I need to know if the god of murder is an evil god with principles, plans, and pursuits, or a bastard who simply seeks to kill and create chaos. ”

"Oh, I see. Evan nodded, patted Siegel on the shoulder, and said, "Are you worried that the God of Murder will kill the inhabitants of your territory? There are some Assassins in the Kingdom of Stars who collect money, and their skills are not bad. Although it is a headache for the king and lords, after all, it is subject to gold coins, and there are rules to speak of. As far as I know, there are quite a few lords who deal with them, buying peace with gold, or using them to get rid of some opponents. But if you find that kind of guy who kills people without blinking an eye and has no principles, no one will contact him, and they will only do their best to kill him quickly. ”

"Indeed," said Siegel slowly, "I am not afraid of a challenge, but I am only afraid of implicating innocent people." The best thing to do is to put yourself in the light and let the shadows come up on your own. As long as your own light is strong enough, how can you be afraid of these tricks?"

"You're pretty confident, but I really don't want to meet these black-clad assassins again. Evan let out a long sigh and pointed to the ground that had been destroyed by various spells: "You see, after all the effort to defeat these guys, they didn't leave anything behind, and they returned empty-handed, empty-handed!"

"It's good to survive, don't think about it so much. Siegel laughs, "It's not just money and loot that are the rewards. (To be continued.) )

PS: Come on, come on!