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The gate changed hands in an instant

Then there is the vestibule, the staircase, the next floor. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

The interior of these dilapidated buildings is actually finely constructed, and the winding paths are dotted with spiral stairs and bunkers for defending against attacks. Then it extends to the wide passages that have been dug into the ground, and several halls, which are also manned, and although they are not the kind of expatriate killers, they are not inferior in combat - on the contrary, they can at least fight with the best mercenary warriors for a while. And they have the advantage of the terrain, and in this complex environment, their quenched daggers and folding crossbows are even more terrifying tools for killing.

It's a pity that in terms of quantity, it is obviously a bit stretched - this underground and above-ground base is not designed to hide too many soldiers, and the profession of killers also determines that they will not be stationed in it like ordinary gangsters, more than 100 people are already the limit here, and after just experiencing a larger operation, this number of people and the corresponding strength are greatly reduced.

Of course, in fact, their opponents did not have any numerical advantage - just a dozen people. But each of these dozen people can only be described by the word elite.

Thanks to the terrain, the Assassins could emerge from almost anywhere, under the ground, in walls, and even through hidden holes in the ceiling, and could also trigger all sorts of traps placed in these passages—whether they were falling rocks, strong acids, and fiery glue, enough to kill dozens of heavily armed soldiers.

It's just that the terrain they could have relied on is not helping them now—every time they try to use the power of the mechanism to give the invasion a surprise sneak attack, they find that it finally awaits them. There are always a few deadly arrows sent out of the range of that weapon, these attackers are so skilled in archery, and those arrows are also valuable magic arrows, whether it is a cover or a curve, as long as the bowstring of the leader makes a bell-like tremble, there must be a killer who falls in a low whimper, and the arrows in their throats even make them scream unhappily!

As for those who try to break into the enemy's position by surprise......

Well, if they want to inflict leviality. You also need to be able to run through the wall in front of you.

The wall was not a physical entity, but a stabbing storm made of the blade of a spear and axe—the heavily armed armor of the Baroque Nightrain, which rattled his steps and the brass rings on his beard clanged with movement. And the laughter he rang out from time to time, and the murderous suite of those terrible death horns, echoed in the narrow passages. His eyes under his helmet were already red with excitement, and his tomahawk swirled in his hand, splitting every target he tried to approach in half, opening a gaping hole, whether it was a man or a shield or a wall, and he could even smash it with a single punch to those who were lucky enough to get close. At the same time, let the iron spike on the gauntlet pierce a qiē with the help of great force, no matter what it is.

The team moved forward like this, and two doors were slammed open, behind which was a slightly larger space. However, by this time, a small defense had been laid out in the hundred-foot-wide room—the rectangular black iron tower shield formed a solid defense, followed by the killers' last effort.

But before the shields could be used, the mercenaries who were specially used to guard threw their throwing axes in their hands, and a creepy voice sounded in the opposing team.

The muttering was a string of characters, and the only person in the other team, wearing a black burqa, was the source of the voice—he raised his hand. A bright arc of lightning erupted from his fingertips, and he mounted a devil's head carved into a shield.

And then. It's like the devil suddenly came from another dimension...... A large cloud of blue-purple lightning suddenly burst from the shield, staining everyone's vision in a strange glowing color.

Then there was a terrible sizzle. Turning purple to yellow-white, electric sparks exploded along the metal armor in all directions, instantly enveloping the first row of people in front of them. Although the light was extremely short, it was impossible to look at directly, and after the light, the small space was suddenly filled with a terrible scorching smell and strange smell!

It was the smell of the electric field breaking down the air, and the smell of human skin being burned, fat being evaporated, and bones being electrolyzed, oxidized into a large black shield and armor that then collapsed with a clang, and all that was left under it was a charred skeleton.

For a moment, there was such silence in the space, as if death was coming in this small place, blowing every life with his coercion.

"High Mage!"

"It was a chain of lightning...... No, it's a lightning storm, my God......"

"Run, we'll be killed......"

The silence was finally broken, and a series of highs and lows erupted from the exposed passage at the back of the hall, followed by a dozen figures flickering.

"Hold on, don't escape!" or ......" Oran's eyes widened and he howled hoarsely, the doubts in his heart burning with endless fear, making his every breath and roar seem to swallow a ball of flames—a high-level mage...... Everyone knows what this name means, such a sexist zài, even if the dark dagger is not damaged in any way, or under the leadership of the dead old man, when the elite is there, it will not be able to compete with it head-on,

The shouting came to an abrupt halt in the middle - the Killer Guild had to let out a strange chant, casting a large black halo over the remaining few people, multiplying the courage in their hearts with the power of divine energy.

Otherwise, I am afraid that the result will only be a rout.

No, in fact, the rout has already begun.

"I said Your Excellency, when we get to this point, I think it's better for us to shift our strategy, a high-level mage is not a joke opponent......" In the shadow of the passage on one side, the killer White wiped the bridge of his nose with one hand, with a smile on his lips. And Orlan's henchman Bao hurriedly ran over from the other side:

"Boss...... We don't have much left in our arrangement, and the fierce fire oil is in warehouse No. 3. But now go get it, they blew up the aisle, and ......"

And Orlan's response was a terrible creak of teeth rubbing - these bastards!

It was only an hourglass of time, and half of the men who usually called themselves his allies had slipped away! and the others were wandering in the passage behind him—damn it, they were supposed to be at the front, leading the middle and lower classes to create opportunities, according to their own abilities. Even if you can't completely annihilate your opponent, you can at least inflict some casualties on them, making the follow-up less troublesome.

Of course, this is not very strange...... It should have been thought of these so-called allies. They were already some bastards who tended to be inflammatory, they had already chosen to be lightly attached when the old man was killed by themselves, how could they be expected to be able to pay any real loyalty to themselves now?

And the killer's job. It's not a head-on confrontation with an opponent.

Orlan would also like to run away if he can.

The headquarters of the Dark Dagger is not the kind of fortress with a single protection, its interior and exterior are overly expensive, and it is designed as a barrier of layers of protection, especially the road to the center, which is almost a poorly designed labyrinth. And it's protected by a multitude of insidious traps. There are many high-intensity traps mixed with divine powers, and if they are not led by a few important leaders, it will take at least an hourglass to completely disarm them if they want to force their way into the center - provided they have a pair that can match Hunter Lane. Lay out this series of traps with the same delicate fingers as the famous experts. Oh, and maybe a little bit of luck to deal with the things you can't reach—not much, just enough to see the gods in the wild.

It stands to reason that this is the way to break into this area full of traps, and under the interference of those traps, the dozen or so intruders in this area should be solved quickly.

But no, that group of opponents was so familiar with Oran's own environment. None of the arrangements worked, and even the secret doors and escape tunnels were all in the hands of the opponents. A few disarming spells turn a valuable magic trap into scrap metal. As for the secret door, it has become a shortcut for the other party! Presumably, this is also the credit of that high-level mage...... How can such an opponent be able to compete with his own manpower?

"With a scroll. Scrolls, magic defenses can't withstand a few bombardments!"

Orlan roared hysterically at the end of the passage. Despite being a professional assassin and not too professional a priest, he didn't have much to do with a mage who was protected by multiple defenses.

The last few trained elites each pulled open the scroll in their hands, and seventeen or eighteen beautiful lightning balls made a sizzling sound and flew towards the man in black.

But the magician raised his left hand, and an invisible wall rose around him, blocking the flying debris, flames, and arrows, and then grabbed a handful of brimstone and swung it out a tumbling fireball toward the approximate location.

A fireball the size of a broad bean slammed into the wall in that direction, and the terrible explosion swept all the nearby furniture and wooden bunkers into it, and the mirrors on one side of the wall shattered with a thud, and several pieces of cloth turned into black ashes floating in the air in an instant, and the containers all turned into metal liquids in the heat and solidified on the ground...... By the time the flames had passed, the sand on the ground had been ablated into red-hot and shiny glass balls.

"Go this way!"

Orlan took the lead in kicking open a dark passage and leading the rest of the people into it, but now he can't care about calculating the damage to the lair and what will happen in the future, and the only thought left in his head is to break these hateful guys who dare to attack his lair into pieces!

There is no way out for himself, although the Dark Dagger still has a few spare lairs, and even has branches in many other cities, but in the country of Tumenis, the fate of offending a high-level mage is no different from fighting against the entire kingdom, even the big man behind him can't completely protect him, and his own cousin - whether it is killing the previous president and usurping power, or losing the army or even losing the old nest, is enough for the entire Dark Dagger to regard him as an enemy.

Oh, and that's not all, once this nest is lost. His relationship with that big man has to be leaked, so that even this backer has to kill him!

Therefore, only by killing all of these people at any cost can you barely protect your position, and killing a high-level mage will make you get a higher evaluation, as for the loss, as long as that one is willing, this dilapidated nest is not a big problem - it's just the investment of a batch of gold coins! Maybe the magic items on that high-level mage. It's enough to make up for the loss!

Thinking like this, the killer leader pulled a mechanism on the wall, and then showed a cruel smile with a bit of smugness!

"Hell!"

"Oran, you're crazy!"

"Mom......"

The next moment, the killers couldn't help but scream - the wall in front of them suddenly collapsed with a thud. Then after the smoke and dust churning in front of them, a fairly spacious space was revealed, and ...... The figure of that small group of enemies!

"Desperately. My God bless you, pigs!"

Oran's face was distorted, and his eyes were blood-red and let out a hearty laugh - the mechanism just now, recorded on the drawings he got from the dead old man, was one of the few emergency passages, which was originally used to suddenly besiege the opponent with superior forces, but now. It is used to force the bastards around him to work hard, and the effect is also quite good - the surrounding retreat will be sealed at the same time, and even if it can be opened, it is not something that one person can solve in a moment and a half!

I can only fight hard.

After a brief look at each other. The Assassins moved forward in unison - if they couldn't create a chaotic pattern, the high-ranking mage with a glitter on his body could strangle them one by one, so he had to raid, he had to hold a few hostages!, or could he barely create some chances?

And there seems to be an opportunity in front of us. There was a relatively small shadow in the group, far away, who seemed to be cracking a magic trap before it collapsed, so that he who was closest to the killer became the best target.

But soon, the killers who surrounded him found out. They were wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong.

These killers are all very strong veterans and masters of coordinated operations. They used the skills they had honed to attack six or seven of their opponents' key points in an instant!

But after the blink. A qiē has changed.

It really happened to be a blink of an eye—the killers suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be blinking in the shadow of the gray burqa hood on that person's body.

Or rather, the silver sheen flickered for a moment.

Then, an invisible force exploded in the space around it!

A killer who met that gaze twitched, and as soon as his original charging legs stumbled, he kept that look of disbelief and pain mixed with his face, and then the next moment, blood seeped out of his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears, and in an instant, his head turned into a strange little fountain!

The remaining killers were not as unlucky as him, although in that luster, they also felt a terrible impact—a feeling of overturning the river and the sea, bursting from the depths of their heads, making their minds blank for a moment!

But he lost the heart to resist.

Because they noticed that at that moment, all their companions stopped in the forward rush, and behind them, the few incompetent killers had even rolled to the ground, clutching their heads and wailing! And the short figure they had targeted raised his long sword in an instant, and with a single sword, two heads were cut off! In the blink of an eye, another man's heart was pierced!

They have all seen the power of magic on a regular basis, even against one or more mages...... But the magic they had encountered, even imaginable, was nothing more than sound and light energy visible to the naked eye, like that black-robed mage...... A spellcaster may be followed by a flick of a finger, a spell followed by a fishy wind of acid, a scorched rain of fire, or a fierce bolt of lightning that spreads like a tree branch.

But I never imagined this kind of killing that was so quiet to the extreme, and I never thought that such a quiet, quiet and gentle killing would be so terrifying!

Rush up?

Just kidding, didn't the guys who fell to the ground already set an example?

Escape?

But where can they flee to?

As soon as the courage inspired by the desperate situation faded, they could no longer maintain any offensive posture.

......

......

Edward shook his head slightly, he looked at the lying or sluggish man in front of him, and his ears seemed to hear the dwarf complaining loudly about words such as 'headache', but the tightness of his scalp and the faint pain in his head made him have no time to care.

What was that blow just now?

This power does not consume his psionic points, but instead there is a kind of if-and-nothing, muttering like a madman's sneer, making people feel very uncomfortable, like the impact of a reaction to the spirit. The cold touch accumulates and causes a pain in the head.

But his heart was calm, without a trace of waves, although the human flesh and blood flew in front of him, and the rust-like smell became stronger and stronger, and finally reached the disgusting Cheng Dù, but he did not feel any discomfort, as if the neck that was cut by his own hands, and the blood gushing out of the pierced body, were just things far away, or rather, virtual images that occurred through a computer screen

Chapter 57: Destroying the Door

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Destroying the Door,

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