This time, Esther didn't dodge again.

When her spiritual intuition was touched, Esther's figure still froze in place, and the phantom of the giant sword in the golden mist instantly formed, and it slashed directly in front of her.

But the next moment, Esther's position had changed again, dodging the fog that had re-expanded and dissipated.

Esther felt a pain in the back of her head, as if someone had impatiently pulled her hair as a warning not to mess around.

She could almost imagine that her dark eyes were indifferent with a look of disgust.

Although the crow did not appear, Esther knew very well that he had done it, whether it was for self-preservation or something else, and in this inability to communicate, Esther could not even explain her intentions.

But at this time, there is no tacit understanding at all!

Esther had many thoughts in her heart, but she couldn't say anything at all, and when the spirit reacted again, this time she took the initiative to change her position and continued to pay close attention to the changes in the phantom.

It seemed that he finally didn't want to watch it anymore, and the voice in his head sounded, amusefully breaking the situation that made Esther hesitate: "I said that you are still not a 'parasite'?" If you want to take your head and fight each other, it is better to consider a more secure method. ”

Do you think I want to be a "thief" if I have a choice!

Esther complained silently in her heart, but her movements were not slow at all, and her figure quickly twisted and merged, converging into a half-real and half-imaginary ball of light.

And the presence between the golden mist, still repeating the previous actions mechanically, did not realize that there was anything abnormal. An invisible sense of oppression once again enveloped the position of the light cluster, but before the giant sword could take shape, the light cluster rushed forward more quickly, and then disintegrated into a galaxy of light.

A lark composed purely of light swooped out of the light, and if you looked closely, you could see a small shadowy worm in the lark's feathers, and a muddy black shadow in its claws.

In the staggered trajectory of the stars, the lark melted into the invisible golden mist, like a grain of salt falling into the water.

The giant sword still wanted to condense from the golden mist according to the previous law, but the process was far slower than before, and after this moment of silence, the originally vague giant sword suddenly frantically absorbed the surrounding golden mist.

Its image gradually turned into substance, and a black shadow was wrapped around the golden hilt, and as the black shadow continued to hover, leaving a rough black pattern with grooves on the sword body, the giant sword finally got rid of its translucent texture.

The process was not peaceful—like a clockwork hand, the golden greatsword began to spin aimlessly in place, stirring up the misty golden mist and absorbing them in large quantities, causing them to slowly turn in circles and be forced to converge in the whirlpool.

This anomaly soon spread to every part of the space, bringing about the changes Esther had hoped for.

The voice that had previously announced "silence" rang out again, only this time, only a dull, painful howl came from the source of the sound, and then it fell silent again after a few seconds.

It was brief, but the voice did point to a goal, and in the endless mist, it was the only one that was clear.

The greatsword snapped to a halt in a dizzying circle, then pointed straight in the direction from which the cry of pain had come from.

With a soft but firm voice, a new "law" was drawn from the tip of the greatsword, and at the same time as Esther's voice sounded, a golden streamer erupted from the tip of the sword, and in the blink of an eye, a complete ancient word was outlined, overlapping with Esther's renewed voice:

"Pass!"

Since the host doesn't welcome guests, of course the guests have to find their own way through the door - which is quite in the style of a "thief".

So can this greatsword get out of here, I really want to leave it, Esther thought to herself.

Through "parasitism", she actually controlled the spirit of the giant sword, and she herself felt very unbelievable about it, but the pain of the blunt knife was also stimulating Esther's spirit at the same time, although it did not touch the threshold that made her unbearable, but Esther knew that it was best not to continue this state forever.

Raven's hoarse voice rang out again: "I'm just talking, but you're more ...... than I thought"

Between "stupidity" and "paranoia", it finally chose to chuckle, which made Esther feel even more uncomfortable, but after several encounters, she had long since become accustomed to ignoring Amun's implicit derogatory attitude.

Regardless of direction, at least the invisible barrier here had disappeared under the "law", and the greatsword suddenly burst out, piercing towards the golden mist above.

Behind the hilt of the sword, a large swirl of golden clouds rolled up, and they turned into a wave that split and spread outward, and then drowned out the circle of small points of light left behind by the greatsword.

This time, the greatsword's momentum was no longer hindered by any changes—it pierced through the mist, through several meters of black solid earth, and finally through a golden rock formation, reaching another narrow square space.

The phantom of the lark broke free from the sword, and with the buzzing sound, the giant sword completely disintegrated, turning into a large expanse of vigorous golden mist, which merged into the ground here, and a black spear that was broken into several pieces fell from it, and also turned into a black dot like splashing ink, sprinkled on the ground, and was quickly absorbed.

The lark stretched out again, and Esther exhaled heavily, and all the "laws" that existed in the upper layers ceased to exist here, so she also regained her freedom to speak.

The space was narrower than the previous floors, topped by a black, dull spire, and the golden floor was smooth and level, without the slightest bump or blemish—except for the hole that the greatsword had just sliced through.

It was empty, except in the very middle, where sat a man as stiff as a stone statue, who seemed to be frozen in a more distant time, and did not raise his head even if someone broke in.

Following all the clues, Esther knew that the person in front of her should be the "king", but he did not fit Esther's impression of the word at all:

The man was ragged, his ragged beard covering half of his cheeks, and the other half was a hideously reddened scar that revealed a row of festering gums.

The black armor attached to the man's body looked like it had been soaked in mud for countless years, and it was full of cracks cut by sharp blades, and the flesh underneath was incomplete, and the white bones could be seen directly exposed through the cracks.

Instead of a throne, he sat on a half-cut stone pier, his hands resting on the end of a short sword, propped up on the ground.

The short sword, which looked like an ancient stone, had no blades on either side, with black lines drawn on the left and gold lines on the right, and was connected from the ground to the hilt, covered by the man's palm.

This is their "king"?

Esther stood in silence for a moment before moving toward the man. (End of chapter)