……

"Forehead ......"

Facing Beanna's complicated and surprised eyes, Seve hesitated for a moment before slowly replying:

"Matthew brought me to Riphelius to deal with some things, mostly on an official level, remember? I've written to tell you that he's now a registered mage in Rolling Stone. ”

Beanna was silent for a moment, and replied in a subtle tone:

"But you didn't write to tell me that you have such a good relationship with him now."

Seve blushed:

"I was about to write ......"

Bang dang!

A crisp sound interrupted Sity's words.

But seeing that Beanna suddenly pulled out the elven sword at his waist, the sword light lit up with a blue light.

Seve was taken aback:

"What are you doing?"

"You're not going to stab me with a sword, are you?"

Beanna replied in an indifferent tone:

"Why do you think that?"

"I just need the elven sword to resist the corrosive power in the pool of blood, don't you feel that degrading power?"

She pointed the tip of her sword at the sticky blood at the feet of the two.

Beanna wore Wind Chaser boots and deerskin trousers with bands at her ankles to tighten to make it easier to walk through the jungle and prevent mosquitoes and snakes from burrowing into them.

She quickly bent over and tightened her trouser legs.

However, some of the blood in the pus pool still penetrated into it, which made her feel very uncomfortable with her slight cleanliness habit.

However, Seve on the other side didn't seem to have such concerns.

Seve looked down at the blood and shook her head:

"I don't feel anything."

Beanna was stunned for a moment, and then showed a strange look:

"I envy you."

"What?"

Seve was a little confused.

Beanna's tone became slightly agitated:

"You don't feel anything because it's in your blood."

"Your bloodline naturally possesses all kinds of incredible resistance, even the evil power of the abyss can't infect your body, as well as your family background, your origin, isn't this something worthy of the envy of others?"

Seve bowed her head slightly apologetically:

"I'm sorry."

Beanna's tone became sharper:

"Why do you say sorry?"

"You're not sorry for anyone."

Her eyes were fixed on Siv, as if asking something.

Sif shook her head, however, and didn't go any further.

She changed the subject:

"So, who are you coming with again?"

"Aren't you supposed to be in the Jade Garden?"

Beanna said with a hint of melancholy:

"I came with the Wind Chaser General Terani, and he said he wanted to show me to the world and hunt down a few remnants of the Silverfrost Brotherhood, but as soon as we entered the manor, we were separated."

"Although I have the means to contact her, under the influence of this labyrinth, all the wood elf spells I have mastered have failed, what about you? Can you find Matthew? ”

Seve shook her head.

She said with some concern:

"I didn't expect to be suddenly separated from him, this place gave me a very dangerous feeling, and I couldn't even tell if it was reality or fantasy."

"What do we do next? Waiting for Matthew or Terrani to save us? ”

In Sev's impression.

In the past, Beanna would have agreed with her.

After all, in this labyrinth and blood pool of unknown origin, her strength and her strength are too weak, and waiting for rescue in place is the most rational choice and the one with the highest survival rate.

However, the next second.

She saw Beanna raise the thin sword in her hand, and then strode in her direction!

Seve panicked.

"Don't stand stupid!"

"Get out of the way!"

Beanna suddenly showed a rather vigorous posture, she accelerated to the right side of Sif, and with her left hand forcefully pushed the latter's shoulder away, and then stabbed the shadow that quietly appeared behind Siv with a sword!

Bang!

Sparks fly.

The elven rapier stabbed into the Shadow Monk's fist, and the blade was almost rolled at 90 degrees.

Beanna took a step back and shook off the sword, and at the same time unloaded the extremely powerful fist of the warrior monk!

"We'll have to figure out how to get out of this damn pool of pus, don't you notice it's a little too big?"

Beanna said with a slight gasp.

Until this moment.

Sif turned around in a hurry only to notice that the blood pool he was in was several times larger than the ones around him.

In the pool of blood, except for himself and Beanna.

There are other shadows approaching!

In front of Beanna were two shadow monks wearing black metal gloves.

farther away.

The two flying units are also slowly approaching.

Their shadows give a terrifying oppressive force.

That moment.

Sif only felt her heart pounding.

The blood vessels of your whole body will burst directly!

"No ......"

"I don't want ......"

She suddenly squatted on the ground with her head in agony!

And on the battlefield ahead.

Beanna was already entangled with the two warrior monks.

As a new elven sword song.

Her dancing is exquisite, and her swordsmanship can only be said to be barely passing.

If it's one-to-one.

Beanna was confident that she would stab the Shadow Monk to death in fifteen turns at most.

After all, the warrior monks who appeared in front of her were not the top ones.

Judging by her immature experience.

The strength of the other party is probably around the third order.

But the problem is one against two.

And not far away, there are terrifying units approaching!

It was very likely that it was a fourth-order or even fifth-order terrifying existence!

"Siv, what are you doing?"

She single-handedly fended off the Shadow Monk's attack.

Just four or five rounds.

Beanna's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Her wrist, which held the elven rappier, trembled uncontrollably.

Her face was rather pale, her breathing was getting faster and faster, and her pace of dodging enemy attacks was getting slower and slower.

She understood.

This is a sign of excessive physical exertion.

After all, she is still just a novice sword singer, and in the face of such a high-intensity actual battle, she can't control the distribution of physical strength at all!

But since the day I left Rolling Stone.

She understood that she had to rely on herself to do many things in her life after that.

In those days of the Jade Garden.

She learned a lot.

Although it didn't include how to fight the demon, it was enough to give her a clearer mind to face the dilemma at hand.

She didn't go on to ask for help from the silent Sif Sif.

Rather, it suddenly turned from defense to offense.

Sting!

"Sword Singing Secret Technique: Wind Breaker"!

In an instant.

The shadow of the sword pierced through all obstacles like willow leaves.

Under the explosion of secret techniques.

That's more than three times faster.

This sword.

She took the heart of the Shadow Monk on the left!

The warrior monk who was locked by the sword was slightly flustered, and he tried to retreat to dodge Beanna's new move.

But this is exactly what Beanna wants-

The Wood Elves have a proverb that the sword of the wind cannot be escaped.

Everyone who tries to dodge the Wind Breaker backwards will become a revenant under the sword!

Whoosh.

The tip of the sword advanced rapidly, and it was sent forward a few inches further.

Half a second later.

The sword successfully pierced the heart of the Shadow Monk, and with the latter's terrible howl, Beanna twisted the hilt as if it had been practiced for thousands of times, and the tip of the sword rotated more than 90 degrees at the heart of the Monk.

A lot of blood poured out.

Some of them splashed onto her fair face and long eyelashes.

She blinked subconsciously, wanting to make the next evasive move.

But in that moment.

The empty door she exposed in pursuit of a quick kill was captured by another warrior monk.

The latter unceremoniously approached.

Towards Beanna's back and behind is a series of combination punches!

Syllable!

Burst!

Stab!

The fierce and sharp fist pierced the soft armor of the Wind Chaser.

The intense pain in her lower back made Beanna moan.

That moment.

She felt like her entire spine had been broken!

The back half of the waist is even more crushing pain!

What's worse is that.

Every punch the Shadow Monk threw was filled with a stunning and paralyzing effect.

These three punches go down.

Beanna only felt soft all over her body, and she couldn't exert any strength at all!

Syllable!

She stumbled and fell to the ground in a pool of blood, forced by the pain of her nerves, and her right hand lost the strength to grasp the soft sword.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The ugly-looking warrior monk came up to her with his fist held high.

"Die, stinking bitch!"

The warrior monk bent down violently and smashed it down.

At this moment, there is no room for hair.

With the last of her strength, Beanna dodged the punch.

However, after all this, she became even more desperate.

Almost all of the bad news she could see was as far as the naked eye could see—

The pain in my head was growing.

The stamina has been completely depleted.

After the last roll, she was farther away from her weapon.

What's worse is that.

The two winged monsters flew to her side, too!

Her eyeballs began to bleed.

Everything in sight was a desperate scarlet.

"It's a fallen angel......"

She vaguely saw the appearance of the flying monster, which was similar to the illustrated book she saw in the monster class of Jian Yong's compulsory course.

"The instructor once said that fallen angels were once the holiest and most glorious creatures, and if you pleaded with them for a one-on-one duel in times of despair, there was a certain chance that you would be agreed......"

Such thoughts came to Beanna's mind.

She suddenly saw it even more desperately.

There was actually a large group of little demons behind those two fallen angels!

The number of these demons is so terrifying.

It was completely beyond her reach.

Even under normal circumstances, she would never have been sure to win.

Not to mention the fact that he is now seriously injured!

"Am I going to die......"

Beanna's mind went blank.

She watched in despair as the shadow of the Shadow Warrior in the pool of blood kept approaching her.

Last minute.

Her hands on the ground gripped tightly, trying to fight the Shadow Monk to the death.

But at this time.

A terrible howl full of pain erupted in the group of little devils!

Sting!

It was as if Beanna heard the sound of the air being torn apart.

The next moment.

She was horrified to see the Shadow Monk who was about to attack her fall to the ground in agony!

On the verge of death.

He was still clutching his neck helplessly.

Until he let go of his hands when he died.

Bena just saw a finger-thick bloody hole in his neck!

Hiss!

The pool of blood became chaotic.

The demons who had just had a great sense of oppression suddenly turned into a panicked flock!

They looked around in horror.

Beanna's eyes widened as well.

But she couldn't see the presence that scared the demons!

All she could hear was the sound of tearing the air again and again.

Every time it sounds.

There are several demons lying on the ground with their necks or hearts!

Whoosh!

A blood shadow flickered like a ghost among the demons, mercilessly reaping their lives.

Two minutes later.

When the two strongest fallen angels also fell to the ground helplessly, clutching their hearts.

Those terrifying reflections finally appeared in the pool of blood.

In Beanna's horrified gaze.

The reflection suddenly disappeared in place.

Followed by.

The familiar sound of breaking the air sounded again!

Death tremors like never before filled every inch of Beanna's nerves.

That moment.

She could only cry out hoarsely according to instinct:

"Seve ——!"

Burst!

A slight voice rang out.

Beanna trembled and leaned back her neck to the fullest.

Her eyes turned downward, and she looked over her chin to see a slender and slender tail rather beautiful.

At the moment when he shouted.

The triangular tip of the tail had already touched her pharynx.

Send another half an inch inside.

She will die here!

Beanna broke out in a cold sweat.

She looked nervously at the owner of the tail, whose blood-colored pupils struggled violently, and it took more than ten seconds for her to reluctantly take the deadly tail away from Beanna's neck.

Beanna, who survived the catastrophe, gasped for breath.

"Sif ......"

She didn't dare to look up.

I only dared to look down through the reflection of the pool of blood and look at Seve now-

Her appearance was ninety percent similar to before, except for a small horn on her forehead that glowed with silver brilliance.

Her hair was like a cloud of fire that defy gravity and tangled behind her back.

Bright red flames burned at the ends of each hair.

Her clothes had long since burst open.

In its place, he was dressed in tight-fitting soft armor made of almost leather jacket and leather pants.

The soft armor is jet black.

The upper body is covered only in key areas.

And the waist showed a small red waist and a playful belly button.

Underneath is a black leather skirt of the same material.

The leather skirt only covers the thighs.

Healthy and powerful legs extend from the bottom of the skirt.

A fiery snake spitting a letter wrapped around her right thigh.

On the inside of the left leg, a mysterious and ancient tattoo emerges.

Her ankles were wrapped in armor made of the same material as her soft armor, forming a pair of pitch-black leather boots.

However, the most attractive thing about her body is the black tail.

The tip of the tail is triangular cone-shaped.

From time to time, there was a dazzling silver light.

It gives a mysterious and elegant feeling.

That moment.

Beanna's mind was filled with legends about the Devil's bloodline that were circulating in Rolling Stone.

Is this Siph's second form?

She thought with envy.

"Have you seen enough?"

Sity's voice was as charming and hot as it had never been before.

Beanna subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"You'd better not see anything today."

"Otherwise, I will strip you of your clothes and hang them on the walls of the Jade Garden."

Seve said coldly.

Beanna nodded honestly.

"But ......"

She wanted to speak, but she stopped.

"But what?"

Siv impatiently wrapped her tail around Beanna's waist and scooped him out of the pool of blood, and the two faced each other, the tips of their noses almost together.

"But you're really handsome!"

Beanna said seriously.

Seve was visibly stunned.

Half a day.

She used her tail to hold Beanna to her feet before letting her go.

"But I don't like it."

Seve said lightly.

Beanna was also stunned for a moment, and then she said something ghostly:

"Maybe Matthew likes it too."

Seve looked at her reflection in the pool of blood with some disgust:

"I don't believe it."

"How could Matthew possibly like something so perverted?"

"I hate killing, but my body is like the most delicate killing machine now, and I don't want to be like that......"

Her voice grew quieter.

Because the next moment.

More monsters could be heard from the depths of the blood pool.

A large number of phantoms poured in.

Seve turned to face them.

The pent-up anger in his eyes finally erupted like a volcano:

"Why are you pushing me!?"

"Why!?"

Burst!

The tooth-aching sound of breaking the sky sounded again.

A killing feast in a pool of blood.

It was as if the curtain had just been lifted.

……

Bloodmare Labyrinth.

Heartland.

Matthew's gaze looked through the towering wall in front of him, directly at the strange thing wrapped in the twelve abyssal stone pillars.

It's hard to describe this thing in ordinary words.

It was a huge lump of meat.

The lumps of meat are layered and textured with distinctions, and these distinctions divide them into small lumps of meat.

His surface forms a series of mouth-like organs.

These mouths are biting and devouring each other.

So the little lumps of meat were either eaten or eaten.

The whole process is like eating yourself like crazy.

He looked like a meaningless being.

But Matthew knew.

He doesn't just have life.

And with a high level of intelligence!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for this demon named Blood Nightmare to escape the control of the other demon lords and sublimate to become one of them.

"Fortunately, it's just a projection ......"

That's the good news.

If it was like Barbasa, where a Blood Nightmare Advent Container had appeared, Matthew would be in much more trouble.

But even so.

The pressure on Matthew caused by the Bloodmare projection was also unprecedentedly great.

If it weren't for the super high resistance provided by the two divinities.

At this time, Matthew has probably lost control of his body as he did when he looked directly at God!

He was currently only 30 meters away from the Abyssal Pillar.

But he didn't dare to take even one step forward easily!

It's too dangerous.

"Even if you hold two divinities in your hand, you may be stunned if you continue to go deeper, obviously just a projection has such a deep influence...... Who says demons are easy to deal with? ”

Matthew did not forget to relieve the pressure he was facing by complaining.

He'd have to find a way to get over and kill this projection.

That's the only way.

He was able to completely shatter the ritual field of the Bloodmare Labyrinth.

In an instant.

Numerous plans crossed his mind, and he carefully considered their feasibility.

Can be a second.

Matthew overturned all of these plans.

Because a middle-aged man with a big belly appeared in front of him.

The other party is dressed very luxuriously.

"It's disgusting, isn't it?"

"I was also disgusted when I saw his shape for the first time, but to tell you a secret, although the blood nightmare penetrates its influence through the perception of other creatures, the sense of smell is actually the first medium, but he handles his own smell very well, and many people can't find this at the first time."

Kratos smiled like an old friend and said:

"So it only takes one bubble technique to greatly relieve the oppressive force caused by the blood nightmare, try?"

Matthew noted.

This guy also has a layer of undetectable bubbles on his body.

He threw himself a bubble spell in disbelief.

As a result, the influence of that big meat lump on himself has dropped by half!

"Look, as long as you find the right way, the so-called Abyss Lord is nothing more than a large slime."

Kratos walked with a light step in the direction of the Abyss Pillar.

Matthew walked side by side with him at a distance.

He looked at Kratos coldly:

"What are you trying to draw me here?"

Kratos smiled slightly:

"Of course I'm here to make friends with you."

Matthew shook his head flatly:

"I don't believe it."

"I know who you are!"

"You're Setrunk, the Changeling, and the boss of the Silverfrost Brotherhood, and as far as I know, you're an executioner and madman through and through."

"Someone like you can never be my friend."

Kratos wasn't angry either.

He smiled and pointed to the big meat lump that was getting closer and closer:

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to be friends with me."

"But between interrogating me and dealing with this monster, you always have a priority, right?"

"Why don't you join forces with me to kill this monster first?"

He seemed to have no fear.

At this time, the two of them were already less than three meters away from the abyss stone pillar.

The large lump of flesh in the center of the stone pillar sensed their presence and began to slowly move closer.

It's just that his speed is rather clumsy and slow.

Even if it's only a few meters away.

These pieces of meat that pull at each other's hind legs have to climb for several minutes.

"Don't be careless, although the greatest ability of the Blood Nightmare is to deter, confuse, and control, but if you want to kill him, even if the two of us join forces, it will take a lot of effort."

Kratos kindly reminded:

"Even if you want to talk to me, you'll have to kill him completely......"

And yet as he spoke.

Matthew suddenly ran in the direction of the big meat lump.

Followed by.

Kratos was stunned, as if he were looking at a dead man's gaze.

Matthew crosses the stone pillar and punches the surface of the big meat lump!

Rumble!

An extremely terrifying storm of energy erupted between the pieces of flesh.

That moment.

Kratos saw a golden light light light light up on Matthew's body.

The punch he swung out.

It also seems to be shining brightly!

Burst!

After a soft sound.

All the pieces of meat turned into powder between the violent energy twists.

The 12 abyssal stone pillars also broke in unison!

The suppressive and disgusting power that originally shrouded this space has also disappeared cleanly!

In that unknown space.

There was a faint hint of anger but helpless roar!

Ma Xiu stayed in place and rubbed his fist intact.

data bar.

……

"Hint: You used the ability "Chen's King Kong Fist!" Killed the projection of the Abyss Lord's Blood Nightmare!

The aftermath of the Vajra Fist successfully destroyed the Abyss Stone Pillar and the ritual arena "Blood Nightmare Labyrinth"!

The power from the abyss is slowly fading......

+1 for your Legend (Abyss)

+1 Aggro for you (Abyss Level 49/Nightmare Lord)

Based on the increase in your Legend, your ability to "Scream" from the Celebrity Realm has been further enhanced.

Your "Scream" grants the additional effect "Flow".

Rolling Blood: Enemies you pull back will have a chance to completely lose the will to fight and flee from your position.

You've got the loot from the Bloodmare Projection—

1. Abyss Cleric Fragment x5

2. Divinity*1"

……

Matthew gave a quick glance at the data bar.

Then use the pure lead box prepared in advance to collect the divinity and priesthood fragments.

Only then did he turn to look at Kratos, who was still stunned:

"Now."

"We can talk.

……

(End of chapter)