After fighting and leaving, Curt and the eldest sister made their way through the cloister.

Trash fish are trash fish, and most of the enemies that come at the two of them are just enemies that Lizzie can take down with a wooden staff, and they are even more vulnerable to the two who are actually armed. In most cases, all it takes is an accurate blow to take away the mobility of these aliens.

"I'm sorry, Curt, there's something I have to inform you......" Turning to shoot an approaching alien with a mechanic's gun, the eldest sister suddenly said to Curt, "I didn't expect to run into so many enemies, so I only had forty of my ammunition and now there are seven left." ”

Bang!

Feeling an unusual shadow behind her, the eldest sister took two steps in the direction of Curt, and at the same time turned around and shot another ammunition at the shadow's body. Flashing silver bullets flashed under the twilight, hitting the head of the xenomorph that looked like a clay puppet.

Suddenly, the projectile filled with the crystalline core burst into the brown clay on the alien's neck. The clay clumps torn to pieces by the magic explosion turned into scattered pieces, and the clay puppet's body lost its center of gravity, and suddenly flipped to the ground, dissociating into tiny pieces and disappearing.

"Well, it's only six now...... If I were to fight a war of attrition like this, I would have to take out the inventory in my notebook and use it. ”

Looking at the alien that once again dissipated into dust, the eldest sister reloaded the last few rounds of ammunition into the mechanic's gun, and every attack was easy, but it was pointless to knock down an individual on the other side. The endless trash fish depleted her ammo, which made the eldest sister's expression very tangled.

As a scrivener, she was also able to use her power through guò as a medium. She always carries with her a notebook in which she often writes down. However, the eldest sister who is not good at using magic rarely uses the power of words, which is a last resort.

In the past, the eldest sister had said that if she wanted to use the "power" in that notebook, she would rather pick up the long sword and fight those aliens in close hand-to-hand combat. Because it's probably a lot more reliable than that. In fact, her swordsmanship level is actually not very good, and even second-rate mercenaries may not be able to fight.

Of course, after all, the eldest sister is not a combatant, and she usually only needs to sit in the office to deal with Wen Jiàn, so naturally there is no need to master the necessary combat skills. But now that it's in such a situation, it's too late to get her back to practice swordsmanship. The two of them could only speed up the pace of moving forward.

Thankfully, they may not be endless, and the aliens are still coming. But the number has finally decreased. And in the continuous battle just now, Curt and the eldest sister finally completed more than half of the whole journey, and they only needed to run a few steps to reach the side door of the side hall.

It was a short distance of about 100 steps, but it took several kilometers to walk. A dash rushed through the shrinking encirclement of the still surging alien group. The two of them finally entered the inner side of the side hall. And the eldest sister turned around almost in the next moment, sealing the door of the side hall to the cloister.

The blue-gray metal gate finally had its due effect. Although the physical properties are lacking, the expelling properties are enough to keep the strangely shaped attackers out. After closing the door, they no longer chased after the two.

But it's clearly not over yet.

The side hall is a two-story structure, half on the ground, a rectangular space made of granite, and the cut flat material gives the impression of being stable and indestructible. The other half was buried under the ground, three times the length, width and height of the ground, and it was a pitch-black wide room.

I don't know what kind of facility it was stored as when it was still in use.

I haven't had time to catch my breath yet. The eldest sister noticed the shadow in the lower half of the side hall that was moving, it was Oscar, who was holding a rusty broadsword in his hand. He was confronting a figure about two meters tall, and there was a girl he didn't know in the corner of the wall not far away. And Lizzie, who was supposed to be with them, now doesn't know where she ran and didn't appear below.

The figure was more than two meters tall and dressed in pitch-black full-body plate armor, and looked like the black knights who appeared in classic knight novels to represent villains. His body was covered in metal, and even his head was firmly clasped by a covered helmet, and he was alive and well in the shape of a human.

Although it was airtight wrapped in armor, its movements did not appear cumbersome at all, but rather lightly ran over the ground, gradually pressing the opponent's space to move. A crow's beak hammer was pinched by him with one hand, and it swept out arcs at random like waving a branch.

Although heavy weapons such as the Crow's Beak Warhammer can deal effective strikes against armored targets, the unbalanced nature of the top-heavy makes it difficult to maneuver. When using this weapon in person, you will hold it with both hands, and use both hands to adjust the center of gravity of the weapon to be able to hit the enemy more effectively.

However, in the hands of this black knight wearing full-body plate armor, the crow's beak war hammer that ordinary people need to use with both hands is like a toy, and it is a natural one-handed weapon. The giant man strode towards Oscar, the hammer in his hand deftly tearing through the air and smashing it at Oscar's head.

The young sorcerer's apprentice naturally didn't dare to be careless, he stared closely at the black knight's every movement, carefully calculating the distance to avoid it. He deliberately imitates Liqi's fighting style, looking for opportunities to deal effective blows to the enemy while not being hit by the opponent.

There is no doubt that Oscar is at a clear disadvantage, his body is no longer exhausted, his breath is beginning to be disordered, and his movements have become sluggish, and he can only struggle to support himself in the constant attacks of the other party. He can't afford to make a mistake because the slightest mistake would leave him with a serious injury.

At a cursory glance, compared to the forceful advance of the tall black knight, the diminutive Oscar could only look like a piece of paper to find a space to survive between each blow he swung. He was already struggling with all his might just to not be hit, and there was no room for a counterattack.

A piece of paper, the difference between life and death.

Oscar did manage to dodge attack after attack with a more dexterous pace than the Black Knight, but the other party seemed to be gradually mastering his movements. Each of Oscar's evasions didn't look easy, and a little slower beat would have been hit by the crow's beak warhammer that overflowed with power.

Again and again, blunt hammers swept across his body. Every time Oscar successfully evaded, he felt the oppression of death more and more vividly overhead. The urgency of not making mistakes made Oscar concentrate on avoiding them, but sooner or later such pressure would make him make mistakes.

So, just as Oscar narrowly dodged the black knight's gouge from the top with a crow's beak hammer, the mistake occurred. Turning around too hastily made Oscar not care about the impact of the next foothold on the center of gravity, and he staggered out of balance and took two steps, and finally managed to control himself from falling.

But how could the Black Knight let go of his opponent's flaws, he didn't use a war hammer, but used his body to directly crash into Oscar, who was unstable. The giant's massive body has unusual strength, and the metal armor is not only armor, but also more powerful than a hammer when it collides with all its weights.

"Woo!"

It was too late, it was too fast, and before Oscar's eyes could catch the enemy's figure, he felt a huge force rushing from the front, making his whole person useless. His body was like a leaf that had been lifted by a strong wind, and it hit a nearby pillar before stopping.

"Damn, we have to go down and help him!"

When Oscar didn't stand firm, the eldest sister tried to use the mechanic's gun to aim at the black knight for a pinning shot. But the Black Knight's charge was so fast that before she could shoot, the Black Knight was out of her sight, and Oscar was knocked into the post.

Although the eldest sister is anxious, the status quo is not up to her. There is no road to the lower part of the side hall, and the only place to connect is the skylight in front of you. However, the distance from the skylight to the ground in the underground part is higher than two floors, and jumping directly is not a normal person's choice.

"No...... Oscar can still fight, and he hasn't lost the will to keep fighting. Looking at the eldest sister's head, who had become impatient because of her worries, Curt tried to calm her down, and he pointed to the bottom half and said, "And you can rest assured, I don't think he's going to lose." ”

This black knight is indeed strong, not on the same level as the aliens who were easily swept away by the two of them, but Oscar is not without a chance of victory.

Oscar took a deep breath, trying to ease the pain all over his body. Half of his body was paralyzed by the Black Knight's impact, and he could feel the scream of his bones when he moved slightly. Although the opponent's attack did not knock him out, it also deprived him of a large part of his physical ability.

I don't know what to think, the black knight didn't make any further pursuit after crashing into Oscar, just stood quietly and looked down at him, as if waiting for him to stand up. The shadow cast by his body wrapped in black armor covered Oscar, making him even more insignificant.

Maybe the body is about to be overwhelmed, but the spirit supports Oscar to stand up. He was already at a disadvantage, and now the situation is even more critical, but he still insists on continuing to fight. He looked at Mio Disstad, who was not far away, but the girl still didn't react.

Although he was already scarred, after adjusting his breath for a while, Oscar once again raised his broadsword and assumed a posture of battle. The black knight seemed to appreciate his spirit, and silently adjusted his stance, the Crow's Beak Warhammer ready to drink the blood of this indomitable young warrior.

Standing above the patio of the side hall, Curt silently looked at Oscar and the Black Knight below as they prepared to fight again. It's not that he doesn't want to help Oscar, but it's a battle between Oscar and the black knight. He can't meddle rashly until he has to.

This may be an opportunity for Oscar to grow. (To be continued......)

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