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( ) shouted a small team of drow at high speed

Edward's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on the woman in zhōngyāng for the first time.

Not only because she was not wearing the chain mail that priestesses often wear, only a leather garment that was slightly shiny, but also because she had a face that was easy to attract attention—under two thick white eyebrows was a somewhat peculiar high nose and deep eyes, her eyes were as gloomy as a falcon, and the almost black lip gloss on her lips was even more terrifying, it was the second daughter of the lady of Shadurella, a priestess named Shatara.

Her deep-eyed face had the usual angry look on her face, a serpent's whip at her waist, and behind her were four groveling Drow warriors, who were clearly members of the True First Family, judging by the platinum badges they wore on their bodies.

It's a hassle.

The Psychic Warlock's brow furrowed deeply, realizing that he had made a small mistake.

The status of the priestess is noble, so when they walk, the general drow needs to avoid or give a salute and wait for the other party to pass guò, but most of the streets and alleys of Hansa Tilon City are tunnels, and there are many obstacles, Edward is thinking about how to attack the territory of the first family, so naturally he doesn't notice what is happening in the distance, in fact, even if he becomes a drow, he can't completely adapt to Drow's set- Unless you pay special attention, who would deliberately avoid some unknown people a few hundred meters away from the street?

However, as his mind turned, some of the ideas in his mind changed slightly and gradually perfected.

At the same time, a round of subtle fluctuations swept on the deformed spirit skin. In the blink of an eye, the badge made of white gold that he originally wore on his chest and some family crests on his clothing had undergone subtle changes, and his identity had completely changed before the other party came to him.

"Damn, are you deaf? Or are you blind?"

After a moment's hesitation, this unnaturalness became even more apparent, and several of the men around the priestess began to curse. Among the four male drows. The tallest one came out of the crowd. "Never-seen guy from the Third Family, low-level fool?" he raised his eyelids and swept the badge on Edward's chest. He sneered indifferently, "These miscellaneous creatures are really becoming more and more undisciplined, and there are still people who dare to ignore a priestess." I think I should give you a good education on what a real ...... is."

"Enough! We don't have time. The priestess snorted suddenly.

"Get down on your knees and apologize. Male, and then...... In the future, if you have such negligence again, you may have an excuse to keep one of your eyes as compensation for the negligence," she said coldly, as if she were just a little more than a beggar: "Hurry up, or do you want someone else to do it for you?"

The command also drew the snake whip from his waist and let out a low whistling sound in the air.

Edward hung his head.

There is nothing wrong with what the other party said. The dignity of a priestess cannot be offended, even the slightest offense. Otherwise, the priestess had the right to dispose of any male, unless he was a special being such as a mage or a martial arts master of a certain family. Otherwise, even the male pet of the father-in-waiting, the master mother, will not be an exception......

In Drow's mind, revenge is a means of showing strength. Forgiveness is seen as weak and weak, and will eventually be used as a ladder and food by others, so anger, pretext, and fuss may be the best and most popular methods of the priestesses—after all, if fear is used to rule their subordinates, this method of killing chickens and showing monkeys will naturally take a few more times. They may even have taken it for granted.

But Edward had no reason to conform to this bad habit.

While the loss of an eyeball is not a huge injury in this world, for a high-ranking priest, restoring an eyeball is not much different from treating a few wounds. However, Edward was not interested, and in order to hide an identity that he didn't care about being exposed, he created some painful taste for himself to taste the pain of the heart and lungs.

"Bastard, ignore my good intentions, take this guy!" she became furious again, and with a sharp swing of the snake's head, several snake heads scattered and bit down on Edward!

Of course, this shot fell short...... Although the snakehead whip can turn in the air and be flexible and vicious, it is not a threat at all to a psychic warlock who is in self-hypnosis and has a special sense of time, Edward turned around, dodged the range of the four snake heads, and put his hands together, and the remaining two snake heads were casually discharged!

Edward raised his head, stared at the woman, and shook his head slightly, "Just such a little strength?" he whispered.

Rose's priest, the rank is clear from the use of the snake whip, the more snake heads, the higher the rank, but generally speaking, the nine snake whips are the legendary spider queen's own troops, eight is already the limit that the dark elves can get, and the highest-ranking priest in the general city has only seven snake whips, and the snake whip on the side of this priestess has six heads, which is obviously already a pretty good high-level character.

But is the caster of the sixth-order divine art so remarkable?

"What are you talking about?

The priestess had a look of surprise on her face, this Drow was dressed ordinarily and looked awkward, she originally thought that the other party was just an ordinary miscellaneous fish, but she didn't expect that this shabby-looking warrior seemed to be a little difficult to deal with.

But this also made the anger in her heart even deeper, after all, being openly resisted by a man is just as shameful for a priestess as losing her clothes and being watched by onlookers, or even more shameful, not to mention that the other party is just an ordinary male of the third family?

At this time, the Drow warriors of the Broza family had already been laid out, they were all the elite of the family, in order to be able to get more attention from the priestess, the four of them had already used all their strength at the beginning, and the attack composed of four scimitars, spears and thin swords almost covered a radius of more than ten feet!

But Edward didn't run away either.

He took a step forward.

A layer of shapeless ripples of energy spread out from under his feet, rippling and pulling the four drows who surrounded him. The psionic power of the creatures grabbed their legs and unceremoniously stumbled them to the ground, the power seemed invisible, but it was almost more than a sturdy bull, and the four slowly moving drows only felt a sharp pain in their ankles, and they couldn't help but plant them like wood.

They all struggled to get up, but the energy gathered by the psionic energy was entwined and they couldn't do it, and they could only watch the enemy take two steps lightly. A kick over. The heavy kicks made the mouths of the poor unlucky ones snap with a crisp sound, and they were obviously sent to faint at the same time, and the teeth were not saved.

With just one or two breaths, the four Drow warriors were already in a state of collapse.

"Who are you?"

The priestess took a breath of cold air and asked sharply, the population in the city of Drow is not large, and the life is long, so the high-end combat power under each family will basically be spied on clearly, of course, those cannon fodder warriors with low strength will naturally not be taken care of, but this guy in front of him has solved four Drow in an instant, and this strength is obviously not a cannon fodder meat shield can be described.

Moreover, the usual drow would not practice arcane arts, as long as they were determined to have arcane talent. They would be sent to the Mage Academy, and otherwise, they would not be able to take a single step forward on this route, and the people in charge of selecting were all high-level mages, and they had never heard of any Drow missing the selection due to negligence. And even if there were, those are trash fish whose abilities don't matter at all.

But this one in front of you can't be any miscellaneous fish.

But the priestess received only a strange smile on her lips.

"Damn it!"

Cursing those useless wine bags and rice bags in her heart, the priestess did not pause at all, with years of combat experience. In an instant, she activated a demonic storage device on her body, unfurled a layer of divine shield, and the praise for the spider queen also sounded, and the language was so gloomy and cold, as if it had been transmitted in the abyss...... With the sound, a great power condensed in her hands, and the black energy with an unclean aura concentrated into a black orb - this is a blasphemous, a powerful magic that if hit by this power, even the strongest creatures will be instantly cursed and helpless.

Energy convergence.

"Your...... Ahem!"

The muffled chant stopped abruptly! The priestess let out a dry cough that seemed to squeeze her throat open, and the sharp pain in her brain made her newly gathered strength dissipate in an instant, and she screamed and jerked back, almost knocked to the ground by the dizziness caused by the sharp pain!

She shook and finally managed to stand still, but the cough didn't stop for a moment, and the sweet feeling in her throat was surging, and even though she hurriedly covered it with her hands, the bright red blood still gushed out from between her fingers!

The prayer was interrupted halfway, and the magic counteract hit her guts almost instantaneously. The Divine Skill of Counterdevouring almost burned her inside...... But the churning of the internal organs can't compare to the shock in her heart at this moment-

The priestess was almost stunned, she didn't expect that she would be seriously injured in an instant, and what was even more terrifying was that she didn't know what the other party had used...... And then this surprise turned into anger, not only offended and ignored by a man, but also injured, which is a terrible insult worse than death!

At this moment when she was stunned, the other party had already turned away, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a shaky gray shadow in her sight......

Of course, it wasn't because I was afraid of her.

The messy footsteps quickly approached, and a small group of heavily armed Drow warriors appeared in the passage, and led by the priestess who also wore the First Family crest, "What's the matter, what's going on here?"

But a little bit of the switch was nothing more than a deeper hostility, and Shatara glared at her sister hatefully, as if to confirm that the other party was secretly laughing at herself—being seen by the other party was undoubtedly the last thing she wanted to happen, and her anger burned almost insanely!

However, this is not a good time to tear each other down, and the despicable man who dared to anger her and tried to escape in vain was the most important thing she wanted to do.

"Listen to me!

She pushed away the blood relatives around her and roared loudly at the dozen or so drow warriors behind her, "A lowly male from the Third Family has run over there! Grab him before he slips away, live or die!" Leave me alive, and I'll pull his intestines out while he lives! Let him eat it himself! I'll let these lowly fellows remember what will happen to a priestess who dares to offend him!"

"How dare a man provoke you?"

Acerena's roar stunned her, but she waved her hand and signaled her warriors to obey her sister's orders.

"How dare you? The bastards of the Third Family are plotting to assassinate him! And then make the Bysendenog family pay for their actions!" Shatara swapped the target of the roar for her own sisters, regardless of whether the inference was ridiculous or not. She hastily transformed a prepared magic into healing, but the positive energy that Pastor Drow was not good at channeling made her cough heavily!

But no matter what. Hunting down the assassin of the Third Family is obviously not such an easy task,

Passed through a passage. The back garden of the school area is already in sight, because of the construction of three more majestic schools, so the use of a natural karst cave, can be regarded as one of the few more spacious spaces in Hanseasa Tilon City, sharp and thin stone stalactites and stalagmites up and down, in the large shadows flashing a subtle cold light.

There were too many stalagmites, and even the infrared vision that the drows were proud of couldn't easily distinguish a figure from this large obstacle, and the worst result was that they were easily frightened by their own people who were searching. After a few moments of searching, the clanging of scimitars against each other was heard from time to time, but the end result was nothing more than a misunderstanding!

A dozen drow warriors are a little less.

"Really...... Enough is enough! Get back to me, you shit!"

As the minutes ticked by, Shatara's little patience was drained, she knew it. This time, he suffered an invisible loss, but the end was already doomed, and the damn man might have already fled, and it would be a waste of time to search further.

But this account must not be closed.

The priestess gritted her teeth in hatred, and some had to pay the price, even though she was not good at prophecy, even with the help of the hands of some troublesome people. She's going to tear this damn man who dares to hurt her to pieces, she's ......

Her gaze froze.

A dozen Drow warriors were gradually gathering from among the stalagmites, but there seemed to be something wrong in numbers, as if they were ...... Before the priestess could figure out the problem, a figure had already raised her hand, and the tentacles constructed by her spiritual power absorbed invisible power, and the energy gathered rapidly, forming a small ball at the tip of his five fingers, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, it flew out towards several targets!

The drows quickly gathered around them dismissively.

The magic missile is a very simple spell, basically a mage can do it, and when it is used in the hands of different people, the power is naturally very different. The advantage is that the idea is immediate, the speed is extremely fast, and the attack is the locked target, and the bullet is not missing, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the power is too small, as long as there is a simple shield technique to be able to defend it, and even Drow's body that has been exposed to leyline radiation for a long time can disrupt this energy, making it basically impossible to cause any damage.

In their eyes, this guy is either a guy who was born with some magic talent but was not selected by the mages because of a momentary omission, and has not been specially trained by the magic academy, even if he adds a peerless talent, it is impossible to have too much development, of course, there is no need to be afraid, let alone when he has an absolute advantage here?

"Get down!"

Shatala's heart jumped, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand to try to use a defensive magic spell, but it was still a step too late, and at the moment when her voice came out, the five purple-black spheres had already rushed towards a target, and suddenly brightened in the middle of the way, turning into a large string of disintegration and invisible shocks!

This is an energy missile.

Although it is not much different from a magic missile, and even the name is similar, the power of this thing is extremely terrifying, and the high-frequency oscillating sound waves burst out from the sphere into a circular sound wave, quietly slicing away, which is simply the most vicious killing for the excellent hearing Drow - several of the drow who were caught off guard suddenly shook, and blood burst out of their facial features!

Shatara, who was more than a dozen feet away, couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood!

She wasn't shocked by the sound waves...... No, the pain is far worse than that. She vomited blood, but she jumped to her feet, her slender hands clutching her skull, as if to dig something out of it! The sound of panting is mixed with screams, like a ghost crying!

What terrible power is this?

The infinite pain nearly destroyed the priestess's sanity, and it flares up uncontrollably until it is interrupted by a faint voice, which overshadows the angry clamor in her head, a small sneer coming from the head of a serpent on the whip of a high priest.

Acerena stood there, expressionless and decisive. The six serpents on her whip swung their heads in the air and spat out letters.

The serpent's head whip is a personal gift from the Spider God to the high priests, and it has no effect on the priestesses of the same family, especially the high priests. This is the rule set by the spider queen.

Shatara slammed back, but wasn't very worried.

But when he thought so, the six snake heads were already scattered in the air, shooting towards each other. The snakehead's fangs pierced eagerly into Shatara's neck, arms, and thighs...... The burning pain ran through his body, followed by a cold numbness. Blood blurred her vision, a wave of dizziness engulfed her consciousness, and darkness enveloped her forever.

This is impossible! This is completely contrary to the purpose of Rose's dogma!

Shatara wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound, and the last thing she saw was a drow elf, male, standing next to her sister, tugging at the corners of her mouth, the smile a little familiar.

"Well, don't forget it, this is the third family's doing, they killed the second priest of the first family?" (to be continued......)

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