A mage-type dark shadow with weak melee ability is a bit cumbersome for Henrik to get close to him.

And when the old hunter dodged three waves of fireballs with two consecutive speedy dodges, the life of the black shadow man was already gone.

After Henrik finished dealing with the Fireball Shadow, he put away the unfolded sawsaw and walked towards Ran.

The young man seemed to be still savoring the feeling just now.

used [Spiritual Vision] to guide the trajectory's swordsmanship, allowing him to directly smash the opponent's spell structure itself just now.

It is equivalent to achieving a certain degree of [breaking the law].

In fact, if you let Mentos calculate just now, it will most likely be able to plan a knife trajectory that splits the flame.

But the nature of the two is different.

Mentos calculates the air model to calculate the amount of air that the Sword of the Lake Maiden can carry. After a series of calculations, it was actually the sword of the Lake Lady that was sturdy and light with its blade and the wind it carried to slice the flames.

It's just a slice of physical properties.

This only destroys the phenomenon brought out by the spell, but does not touch the spell itself.

【Spiritual Vision】.

Lan En was in front of his eyes, gripping and loosening his hands.

Perhaps this novel sense will be able to do more incredible things in the future.

"Your [Vision] has alerted you?"

Henrik said beside Len.

This time the enemy had no tangled hair, no sticky blood, just a shadow. So he easily doesn't have to clean the saw.

"Not really" Lan En lowered the palm in front of him and smiled lightly at the old hunter. "It's just a new way to use it."

"Then keep walking, don't waste time here. When Byron Weiss meets Master William, you'll have much more to gain. ”

The old hunter shrugged and led the way to the gate on the other side of the square.

The doors opened, and what was once the most prestigious academic mecca in the Yanan region welcomed guests from the outside world again after a lapse of several decades.

The heavy gate creaked, but Lane could feel that Henrik was a little excited, and a little happy feeling next to him, as if he was sitting on a roller coaster.

Steeply falling to the bottom.

What appeared to the two of them was not what an academic mecca should be.

There are no bright and passionate students in the impression, and there are no wise and rational professors.

Byron Weiss, abandoned for decades, is like a standard, fairytale dark castle.

The huge moon hung in the sky, and the withered, hideous, towering branches left a silhouette of teeth and claws on the background of the moon.

"Hey"

It was a long time after opening the door with his own hands that Henrik sighed.

"When people get old, they are always happy to see things that have not changed. But when hope fails, that's a different story. ”

"Understood." Lan En patted the old hunter on the shoulder as a reassurance, "This night is long and difficult, and there should always be hope. ”

Yanan is really a strange place, obviously only passing through a door, but it seems to have arrived in a completely different place all of a sudden.

The two of them walked inside along the remaining traces of the road, and now even Henrik, who respected Master William with great respect, was not quite sure that the academic master was still alive at this time.

Or in other words, they still retain normal knowledge and wisdom.

Whether it's to get knowledge about [Spiritual Vision] or clues about the power of the ancient gods, those who know must at least maintain the ability to communicate with humans.

It's all here, and they can only keep going.

But after a short walk on the stone pavement, which had been encroached upon by dirt, the old hunter and the young man suddenly took a step sideways at the same time.

Between the two people who were originally walking side by side, there was suddenly a gap more than two meters wide.

And when the two of them completely let go of this gap, a 'buzzing' sound like a bee's wings flapping above their heads gradually increased to the extent that it was audible to the human ear.

Against the backdrop of the night, an ugly monster flapped its insectoid wings and fell from a branch between the two.

If the two of them didn't move sideways, it should be able to directly press the two people underneath.

It's a monster that makes people feel sick from the bottom of their hearts.

They are mostly humanoid, but they are dressed in shabby, wide robes similar to those used by patients during surgery.

There are several pairs of insect-like appendages growing on the back, and the messy arrangement of austenators makes people's scalp tingle.

But the weirdest and most infiltrating thing is its head.

The head had turned into a big lump like a walnut, and in every small depression and crevice of the 'walnut', there were dim yellow eyes.

Henrik didn't think about it, the hunter pistol in his hand was reflexive, and a shot exploded towards the strange head.

The old hunter's marksmanship is undoubted, not to mention that this monster is now caught between two people, and there is no way to avoid it.

Therefore, before the monster landed, Henrik's shot directly caused it to tilt its center of gravity in mid-air and roll in the direction of Lanne.

And what greeted it was a sword as clear as a lake.

The precise and elegant swordsmanship makes full use of the power of this monster's sideways.

Lan's knife just rested on its neck, and then it swiped upward, and the blood began to shoot out.

The walnut-like head also rolled to the ground.

"What is this?!"

It was only after the slashing that Lan En came out of the fighting mentality that he felt that the appearance of this monster was so distorted and unnatural, and it was full of malice and madness from the outside.

"It should be Byron Weis's test specimen. Look, there are so many eyes on its head, which means that its research direction is to improve its vision. That is the kind of senses in you - [Spiritual Vision]. ”

Henrik's tone was not good either.

"Damn, these test subjects are out of here, too! Is there really anyone alive in the academy? ”

It's better that no one is alive for them.

Lan En muttered to himself.

Twist people like this. Whether it is the church or the academic research of Byron Weiss, their methods are too crazy.

The two of them continued to walk forward, and on the way they encountered several more of these 'walnut heads'.

This kind of monster makes both of them feel bad, but it's not troublesome to deal with it.

They weigh so little that they can float briefly in the air on the misshapen fly wings behind them. But because of this, it is easier to be knocked off.

Often, Henrik could throw them off balance with a single shot, followed by Lane's execution.

One road leads to the end of a huge steel fence gate.

The sturdy iron door seemed to have some kind of mechanism and technique applied, and Lan pushed it a little harder, without even shaking it.

A handle to activate the trap is located two meters behind the door.

If Henrik had come alone, he would have resigned himself to his fate by this time, and was ready to find the entrance by another way.

But after going all the way with Lane.

The old hunter leaned against the door with his hands on his chest. The eyes, clipped into a three-cornered hat and mask, looked at Lan in silence.

Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was obvious-

Young people jump high and have good legs, don't they? Let's start performing.

Lann shrugged and took two steps back.

He jumps high on the spot through armor, and can basically reach a height of nearly 1.7 meters on the soles of his feet.

Although this gate is five or six meters high, there are many places where the iron fence gate can borrow strength.

Under the old hunter's still incomprehensible gaze, Lan En, who was wearing heavy armor, reached the top of the gate 'rubbing', and then rolled over and landed lightly next to the handle.

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