The sound of metal clashing echoed through the empty underground building, announcing the end of this unjust duel, and the victor was Oscar, who had been unilaterally suppressed by the Black Knight.

Oscar's full force with the counterweight ball on the hilt of his sword only knocked the overlay off the black knight's head, but it seemed to have dealt a fatal blow to it. The full-body plate armor that has lost its head is like a marionette that has been cut off from the wire, and it shakes and falls to the ground.

There was a dull thud in the black full-body plate armor as if it were nothing, which was completely different from the sound Oscar had made when he slashed it just now. Oscar remembers that when he hit his armor or stumbled to create a flaw, the sound inside it was never as empty as it is now.

In any case, the black knight who was flaunting his might not so long ago has been transformed into a lifeless pair of empty armor. It's like opening a can with anticipation, but unexpectedly there is nothing inside, and the exhausted Oscar is swallowed up by the inexplicable fatigue of climbing before he can rejoice in the victory.

Oscar looked in amazement at the whole body plate armor that had fallen to the ground, and a little black gas was wafting down from the neck part that the overlay had once covered. Nervous, he muttered to himself, "Is the armor empty?" shouldn't it...... When I hit it just now, I obviously felt that there was something inside. ”

He cautiously approached the Black Knight's remains, the rusty broadsword still in his hand. Compared to the rusted blade of the sword, the hilt that can be used as a blunt weapon is more lethal, and the blunt blade can no longer even be cut by the trembling of his gloved hand.

The pitch-black full-body plate armor lay "prone" on the ground, and it hadn't moved since Oscar knocked off the overcover. More and more of the black gas wafted out of it. At first, there was only a head, but now, a thin black gas floats out of the orifices all over the body.

It's like it's burning. A large amount of black gas almost covered the body of the armor. There was no flickering fire, no smell of rushing to the nose, only more and more amazing black qi pouring out from every gap in the plate armor of the body, drifting irregularly towards the surroundings.

Oscar was taken aback by this huge black gas, and subconsciously took a step back. At that moment, he suddenly felt a tooth-aching metallic sound in his ears. Turning his head, he saw that the overlay helmet that he had hit into the corner was rubbing against the ground. Rushing in the direction he was.

At a loss, he noticed that the black qi that was surging everywhere had drifted around for a while, and then all gathered around the Covered Helmet. The dark gas swirled and changed, and it actually condensed into a "body" that looked like a substance, and stood up again under the guidance of the covered helmet.

The body condensed by black qi no longer resembles the shape of a "human". To be sure, it is difficult to determine what kind of body the ethereal gas is combined. The dark gas continued to coalesce together to piece together a mythical monster-like body.

The black qi wrapped everything it could touch around his body, as if he wanted to protect himself as an arm. From the crow's beak warhammer that had just been thrown away to the material that had crumbled from the stone pillar. All of them were picked up by those floating black gases. Grip on your body like a weapon.

"Tsk...... Still not resolved?"

Oscar is in a dilemma, now he is surrounded by black qi, and there is darkness floating like tentacles everywhere. Now he has very little body left, and his magic power is almost exhausted, and he can't raise the strength to fight again. Even if you persist with the last bit of perseverance, you will be defeated by the other party.

The contrast between strength and weakness is too great, and there is absolutely no possibility of winning despite knowing this, Oscar still holds the broadsword in his hand tightly.

A gust of wind came from above. Hearing the sound of the air being cut by a sharp object, Oscar hurriedly tried to turn around and dodge the blow. But before he could act, he heard the sound of metal being torn. The black mist in front of him trembled, and he cowered like a beast under a beating.

The looming darkness was torn apart by the rushing wind, and Oscar held back the tooth-aching sound of metal and looked back, where there was a familiar figure.

"Mr. Curt, you're finally here!"

Mr. Oscar, who saw the reinforcements coming, was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to react. Seriously, he no longer has the confidence to be able to hold on, and he just doesn't want to be killed when he picks up his sword. Curt's arrival was equivalent to giving him a shot in the arm and making him full of fighting spirit again.

He didn't know that Curt had been watching above the side hall for a while, and now that he saw that he was in crisis, Curt naturally wouldn't sit idly by. In his observation just now, he had already noticed that although this black knight acted in some rules, it was actually no different from those large number of proliferating aliens, they were all "individuals" who could not feel signs of life, and what drove them to act was just some spells.

Of course, Curt didn't intend to sue Oscar for these things.

"Good job, but it's a bit of a shame to take advantage of the chances. Pulling the police dagger out of the gap in the plate armor of the whole body, Curt looked at Oscar lazily, "Attack is not only about catching the opponent's gap, but also about accurately hitting the parts that can cause the greatest effect." ”

As if to demonstrate what he had said, Curt easily reversed the short knife and stabbed the tip of the blade into the armpit that exposed the gap. Only a simple layer of protection in the armpits was easily broken through by the short knives with high magical strength, and the sharp blades were deeply embedded in the gaps in the armor.

The black gas polymer that was raided by Curt shook for a moment, and the black gas on his body was also hit by an invisible force. The well-organized mist-like body was torn open in an instant, and a large piece of black gas was peeled off from the body, disintegrating into invisible, fragments that disappeared into the air.

The monster's "limbs" trembled, and Curt aimed his short knife at the attack chiseled by the full-body plate armor that fell to the ground, but it caused unexpected damage to the monster with black gas as the main body. Oscar understood that although the black gas appeared to be physical, it was still attached to the armor.

This black, full-body plate is just a carrier, but for some of the non-physical spell creatures, it's their body. The dead ends of living creatures are their brains and internal organs, and the dead holes of these magical creatures are the concentration of mana that stabilizes their "bodies".

Both of Curt's attacks pierced the inside of the armor that should have been able to protect against most cold weapons, and the blade with magic not only tore through the armor, but also sliced through the magical network that maintained the "life force" of the spell creatures, as if severing the arteries of the human body.

However, it was impossible for the opponent to unilaterally wait for Curt to make the next attack, and it reacted immediately, throwing the "weapon" attached to the left half in the direction of Curt and Oscar. For a moment, the masonry, rubble, and scrap copper and rotten iron were all wrapped in black gas and smashed towards the two of them.

In the face of the oncoming flying props, Curt did not dodge, but forcefully let the short knife pierced into the armpit cut the joint connecting the part of the gauntlet. The dagger was only a medium in Curt's hands, and the magic that poured out made the blade so sharp that even steel would be sawn like a plank.

In an instant, the left arm of the whole body plate armor was torn open by the short knife in Curt's hand, and the metal plate painted black was thrown out, and after rolling on the ground for a while, it gradually decomposed, turning into fine pieces and disappearing into darkness. At the same time, the body composed of black mist also suffered the same damage, and the left part of the body swept by all kinds of garbage suddenly exploded, and the shaking gas gradually dissipated and finally dissipated along with its body.

The monster condensed by the black gas did not shout, nor could it see what emotions it could express, but after receiving a few blows from Curt, it seemed to go crazy, and the attack was like a storm.

"Oscar, you have to remember not to be scared when you look at the other party's attack as if it were a raging storm. Looking at the continuous attacks on his side, Curt didn't pay attention to it at all, and was even in the mood to explain like Oscar, "Being afraid will only make it easier for the opponent's attack to hit you." ”

The enemy's attack was very fast, and the tentacle-like black qi was constantly rushing towards the two of them from all directions, but Curt was even faster than it. Every time a tentacle burst out of the darkness, the part of it that was connected to the main body would be cut off by Curt with a short knife, and it would burst out before it could touch the two of them.

The wind destroys the fallen leaves, and the knife cuts through the mess.

Curt's continuous attacks disintegrated the entire plate armor into pieces, and the fragile connections were easily sliced by the blade. The magic attached to the armor is the lifeblood of the enemy, and when he falls into Curt's hands, it means that this life has been cut off.

In just a few breaths, the xenomorph that once had the appearance of a black knight was not freed from the same fate as it had reported. The entire body plate armor was reduced to smithereens, and then dissipated into dust like the aliens. The only thing that can prove that it has ever existed is the crow's beak warhammer that was thrown out.

Oscar, who was exhausted, sat on the ground the moment he saw the other party being solved by Curt, and once the tense nerves relaxed, the endless fatigue made him feel unable to move an inch. The current strength can't even clench your fists, let alone make him stand up.

Oscar looked at Curt who was walking slowly, and said with difficulty, "Thank you so much, Mr. Curt...... If it weren't for your help, we'd probably be doomed. I originally wanted to save people, but I didn't expect that even I almost caught it. It's ironic. ”

"It's not too late to say thank you later, but I have a few questions I'd like to ask you. Curt looked at Curt condescendingly, his loose expression making him look quite approachable, "Can you tell me why you came to this place?

Regardless of whether the missing Lizzie will make a big fuss here, Curt is deeply interested in what Oscar said when he laughed at himself just now, "I came to save people but almost caught up with myself". (To be continued......)

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