Chapter 208: The Three-Ring Trickster, Dance and Judgment Night



Chapter 208: The Three-Ring Trickster, Dance and Judgment Night

Deep in the sewer, in a rat hole.

Yeats was not in a hurry to talk about cooperation, but calmly observed his surroundings.

The air was damp and rancid, and the liquid seeping from the cracks in the stone walls made a "drip" splashing echo. Leaning against the moss-covered walls, the skinny refugees huddled together, wrapped in headscarves, their eyes were either empty or numb, and they looked up at Yeats with fear in their eyes.

A pale-faced woman lowered her head deeply, with her hands stretched out from her sleeves as dry as a skeleton. Her five fingers were bent and pressed down on a girl in front of her who was pale and thin, had dark eyes and a curious expression.

When Ye Zhi, disguised as a white-haired old man, turned his gaze towards the girl, a short-haired woman wearing a black cloak and with tattoos all over her face stared at Ye Zhi fiercely, with a cluster of orange-yellow flames burning in her palms.

In an instant, seven or eight clusters of flames ignited at the same time. The witches holding flames in their hands surrounded Ye Zhi and protected the refugees.

"They are mortals who have been convicted of being witches and are facing execution." Circe's cold voice sounded, "They are deeply disturbed by your arrival, so let's talk about cooperation."

The witch-hunting movement has intensified, and the conflict between witches and the church has become irreconcilable.

Even if a civilian was brought before the Inquisition, no matter how they behaved or reacted during the trial, they would be convicted as a witch and sentenced to death.

Among the rescued refugees, Yeats saw Gretchen who was taken away by Circe. She was sitting beside the alchemical cauldron full of firewood, looking distraught. In the alchemical cauldron, the soup was boiling and tumbling, and the aroma of food wafted out.

A witch attaches great importance to her alchemical cauldron and would never use it to stew food, but Circe did so.

Yeats looked deeply at Circe.

This powerful witch, wearing a pointed witch hat, wrapped in a black cloak and having experienced hundreds of years of life, has a pair of dark green eyes above the thick mask, which reflects the white-haired old man who is as cold and hard as a sailor.

"The content of the cooperation is to kill the apostle's container."

Yeats said calmly: "If there is a chance, bury the apostles together."

In the mouse hole, you can hear a pin drop.

The shadows cast by the flames swayed on the witches' faces. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, and the flames in their palms went out.

These words were so shocking that everyone around them fell into dead silence.

Something strange flashed through Circe's heart. She stared at Yeats and said, "Why do you want to cooperate with us, Your Excellency? You should know what the consequences of being hostile to the church will be."

The Inquisition, the Crusades, the College of Cardinals, the Papal States... After nearly a thousand years of evolution, the Church has become a behemoth that can compete with the Divine Empire for power. The gospel is spread throughout every corner of the Middle Court Continent, and no one who has been excommunicated can escape before the trial.

Fanatic believers raised the banner of justice and tortured their own people. Circe had seen too many torture instruments. Humans were very creative in inventing torture: the Iron Maiden, the Bone-Breaking Wheel, the Finger-Pulling Needle...

Most of the survivors she tried her best to rescue eventually died from the injuries and psychological trauma left in the interrogation room.

"Compared to the church, the Witch Society is just a dying person who is barely alive and not even favored by the gods." Circe continued, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "Cooperating with the church in exchange for generous rewards is your best choice, isn't it?"

Ye Zhi's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced around, only to see that the refugees had all lowered their heads, with depression and despair shrouding the narrow and dark rat holes.

At the same time, the warning voice of the drill sounded: "Be careful, Yeats! This witch is silently chanting a spell!"

Yeats knew that Cersei was showing weakness on purpose. Once he showed his intention to cooperate with the church, she would definitely keep him here at all costs.

After letting out a sigh, Ye Zhi glanced at Circe and said sternly, "Only you have what I want."

"What?"

"The immortal flower on Broken Hill," Yeats said. "The condition of my cooperation with you is to give me an immortal flower."

Cersei couldn't see through the depth of the white-haired old man in front of her, but since he knew the hiding place of the Witch Society and dared to come alone, his strength must not be underestimated.

"So, what can you offer for this cooperation?"

"The reason why the Lustful Witch caused a group dance is because Lilith wanted to use the dance ritual to awaken the Red Shoes."

Ye Zhi said: "You only know that the red shoes are hidden in the Cathedral of Notre Dame, but you don't know its exact location, so you haven't taken action yet. High Priest, am I right?"

Circe's eyes remained calm, her heart was filled with shock. The fact that the other party mentioned the red dancing shoes was enough to surprise her. He knew so many details, what force did this come from?

Even the Moonlight Church couldn't know so much about the inside story. Could it be that there was a spy inside the organization, or was he a messenger from hell who obeyed Lilith's will? Ye Zhi knew that the words just now were enough to make Circe's heart waver, and continued: "And I know the exact location of the red dancing shoes."

Circe couldn't hide her surprise and asked briefly, "Where?"

Ye Zhi did not answer directly, but said seriously: "We will act tonight, and our goal is to sneak into the Cathedral of Our Lady through group dancing. I want you to find and hold back Chief Judge Pedro and his subordinates, and give me a chance to get the red dancing shoes. We will meet at dawn and make the next plan."

The other party refused to reveal the exact location of the red shoes, but also revealed his confidence in obtaining the red shoes.

Although he didn't explicitly say that he wanted to hand the red dancing shoes over to the Witch Society, it was better for them to be in his hands than to fall into the hands of the church.

It is extremely risky to cooperate with unidentified messengers, but there is no other choice.

The dance ceremony had just been completed, and the red dancing shoes had only just appeared a short time ago. Perhaps even the church had not noticed that it had appeared inside the cathedral. If the red dancing shoes were not seized quickly, there would be a risk that this divinity would fall into the hands of the church or even be digested by the Apostle of the Moon.

Cersei nodded slightly and said, "Then we will act as you said tonight."

She handed Ye Zhi a communication gem. The communication technique transmitted by this gem could not be blocked or detected.

Ye Zhi accepted the gem and asked Zuanya to use invisibility on him, disappearing from the sight of the witches.

There was a flash of surprise in Circe's eyes. With her magical skills, she couldn't see through the other party's invisibility. No wonder he could sneak in here quietly and was confident that he could find and steal the red shoes from the Cathedral of Our Lady! The short-haired woman with tattoos walked to Circe and said:

"High Priest, do we really want to cooperate with that man? He broke in here and obviously had bad intentions!"

"We are just using each other." Circe replied, "I'm afraid he has some disputes with the church, and his position is consistent with ours... If he can really get the red shoes, we have to find a way to exchange them from him."

There was a hint of fanaticism in the short-haired woman's eyes: "Once we get the container and the holy object, can we let Lady Lilith come?"

The Witch Society is divided into two factions. One faction believes that the coming of Lilith will change the displaced situation of the witches, while the other faction believes that the witches can only survive by saving themselves.

Circe is the latter, believing that even if Lilith comes, she will not take it as her responsibility to save the believers, and the situation may be even worse.

But at least... having the container and the holy object is equivalent to having deterrence. You can not use them, but you can not have them.

"Quilin, you stay here and take care of everyone for tonight's operation." Circe looked at Gretchen beside the alchemical cauldron and said, "I'll take her with me to the square in front of the cathedral."

Feeling the eyes of the people around her falling on her, Ge Liqin stammered:

"I, what should I do?"

Cersei came to Gretchen, stared at the thin girl, gently stroked her head, and whispered:

"Just dance, Ge Liqin, follow the rhythm, put aside your worries, and dance in the night."

She held Ge Liqin's arm with her hand, and her five fingers dug into the sleeve, grasping the slender arm, with determination in her dark green eyes.

"Keep dancing, Ge Liqin. You must grit your teeth and keep dancing to the beat. I know you will be scared and tired, but as long as you don't stop dancing, there will be new hope!"

Ge Liqin looked at the dancing flames on the wall and murmured, "Don't stop dancing, keep dancing..."

*After leaving the rat hole, Ye Zhi felt that the magician's power in his body was constantly rising, and it reached a bottleneck in an instant.

Immediately, with the help of the divine power of the mist in his body, Ye Zhi felt a burning pain in his eyes, followed by a flash of purple light in his eyes.

This is a sign that the trickster has broken through the third ring.

The effect of the illusions cast by the Thousand Illusions Eyes has also been improved.

Ye Zhi was delighted. As expected, this disguised identity deceived the witch high priestess and successfully completed the promotion ceremony, allowing the trickster to break through the third ring!

Just like the previous promotions, new spells and talents appeared on the panel, and it is worth mentioning that I once again received the blessing from the Goddess of the Mist.

"This is the benefit of being God's Chosen..." Ye Zhi secretly sighed, "Every time God's Chosen advances, they can obtain a blessing that is more powerful than spells of the same level..."

Even though, he was not chosen by the Wild Hunt, he could often receive the blessings of the Wild Hunt.

The new spell gained with this promotion is called "Invisibility", which, as the name suggests, is very suitable for stealth.

However, there are many ways to detect invisibility. Unless it is a fourth-ring advanced invisibility technique, it will be seen through.

"Talent: Trickery: If you cast a spell on a creature while hidden, the creature will have a greater disadvantage against that spell."

"Suitable for sneak attacks." Ye Zhi commented in his mind.

The last blessing comes from the Goddess of Mist, which can have a confusing effect similar to the art of clones.

"Blessing: Illusion: You become invisible, and an illusory clone identical to you appears where you are standing. The clone will persist until the spell's duration ends. With the help of mist, you can change the size and appearance of the illusory clone."

Being able to disguise one's clone is an especially powerful ability. Yeats plans to enter the Cathedral of Notre Dame in the dark tonight and use this illusion to transform himself into Judge Pedro, which he thinks will work wonders.

Return to the palace.

This is a single-family courtyard house located in the wealthy area of ​​Sternberg. Standing on the balcony, you can overlook the magnificent and solemn Cathedral of Our Lady.

"Where's Teacher Kendala? Hasn't she come back yet?" Ye Zhi asked Grey who was training throwing axes in the yard.

Bang! Gray's flying axe hit the training dummy, and she immediately raised her palm. The runes on the axe handle responded to her magic power and flew back to her palm, which she caught steadily.

"Not yet. Snow Owl hasn't come back either. Could it be that they are going to study magic?" Gray scratched her head and then asked curiously, "Didn't you say you were going out for a walk? What did you find?"

"Nothing." Ye Zhi sat down at the tea table in the courtyard and said calmly, "Let's go to bed early tonight. We just need to wait patiently for Teacher Candela to deal with it."

"You said you wanted to go to bed early, but you wouldn't sneak out to investigate at night without telling me, would you?" Gray narrowed her eyes.

Ye Zhi picked up the teacup, took a sip of the hot black tea, and sweat broke out on his forehead: "How is it possible? Haha."

Is this the intuition of the Dragonborn? How terrible! Although Gray had a sharp intuition, she was easily fooled. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then believed Yeats's lies. Then she suddenly realized, "Oh, speaking of investigation, the bearded detective... that's Clan, came to visit the palace, but you were not there, so I sent him back."

Ye Zhi was stunned. Clan was here too. It looked like several lives would be lost tonight.

"Gu!"

In the magical pet plane, the snowy owl sensed that it and Teacher Kendara would not be coming back for dinner, as they wanted to continue studying the arcane.

The Snowy Owl is too conspicuous to appear in tonight's operation. After all, this operation is carried out under a pseudonym, and it is not easy to let Teacher Candela know.

"You two continue studying, Snowy Owl, and tell me before you come back." Ye Zhi reminded.

"Gu!" (Got it!)

"No need to wait for them." Ye Zhi looked at Gray, "Let's have dinner first."

"Okay!" Gray smiled.

Looking at Gray's smile, Ye Zhi's heart moved.

As long as you do what you can and protect the people you cherish around you, that's enough.

For this reason, he had to eliminate the threat posed by the apostle hanging over his head... After being entangled with the Evil Eye Apostle for so long, it was time to put it to rest.

Brocken, monastery.

The top of the Gothic main building pierced the clouds. The monastery was solemn and depressing. On the stone road in front of the main entrance of the main building, the monks all changed their expressions and looked at the ugly monster coming towards them.

He was like a deformed child cursed by God, stumbling towards the main building with a hunched back, barefoot, his soles cut to leave a long bloody streak, his ugly face full of sadness.

Looking at his back, the monks whispered.

"Is this the child that the Judge adopted?"

"Yes, he was the one who disrupted the witch trial ceremony this morning, ruining all the hard work of the judge!"

"It's so hateful! The presiding judge should send this monster to the gallows!"

At the main entrance, little Andel was surprised to see the hunchback staggering back with wounds all over his body. He quickly stepped forward, helped Mordo up, and complained:

"Modo, what have you done? The judge's plan has been ruined because of you!"

Modo lowered his head and growled like a wild beast, his expression full of frustration.

"The judge is torturing the witch in the interrogation room. When he comes out, you should admit your mistake to him immediately. Maybe there will be room for maneuver." Little Andel tried to pull Modo up and said, "Quick, let's go to the door of the interrogation room and wait for him. Don't let the judge get angry with you again!"

The two came to a tightly closed metal door.

Next to the metal door stood a giant man about three meters tall. He was wearing full body plate armor, an ugly executioner's helmet, and holding a huge axe in his hand.

Seeing the Hunchback of Notre Dame, the giant's body trembled violently, like an enraged beast, he raised the giant axe in his hand, the axe was burning with the hot furnace spirit, and he was about to behead Mordo on the spot! "Brother Delon!" Little Andel hurriedly knelt down and begged, "Mordo was only tempted by the witch, so he committed the crime, and now he has sincerely repented!"

The giant and the monster are both descendants of bad omens. Their furnace spirit is even more condensed than Modo's. They smell like rust and blood, like evil spirits crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses.

He did not listen to Andel's pleas at all, raised the axe high, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat: "The traitor...die!"

“No!” Little Andel stood in front of Modo, opened his arms, looked pale, and said incoherently: “Brother Delong! You should also listen to what the presiding judge says first!”

A shrill and painful scream came from the interrogation room. The scream was extremely shrill and gradually became fainter. Soon, a strong smell of blood wafted from the interrogation room.

The door was opened a crack, and little Andel's pupils contracted. Through the crack, he saw a bloody scene that made his stomach churn.

"Have you three started arguing again?"

Judge Pedro was wearing a black robe and had a kind smile on his face. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, pulled the door handle of the interrogation room, and said, "It's still exactly the same as when I was a kid."

Bang! The iron door closed again.

The giant man held the axe with a clang, his eyes were bloodshot under the executioner's mask, and he gasped: "He... Modo, betrayed you, he deserves to be killed."

"He didn't betray me, he just made a small mistake."

Pedro slowly squatted down, put his handkerchief into the pocket of his black robe, held Modo's cheek, wiped the tears from his ugly face with his hands, and whispered:

"Modo, you are a good kid, right? Among all of you kids, you are the one I value the most, remember?"

The Hunchback of Notre Dame whimpered and tears kept rolling down his cheeks.

"Don't cry. God doesn't want to see the tears of believers."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

A beam of setting sun shone on Pedro, making his body look particularly tall and majestic, and a smile that stretched from ear to ear appeared on his square face.

"Since you let her go, bring her back, Modo. God will forgive your mistake."

Little Andel looked at the judge's back, his eyes gradually filled with a bright light of admiration and longing.

The executioner holding the huge axe had already burst into tears and could only whimper.

*Dusk falls.

Sternberg, orphanage.

A hunchbacked woman handed Clan a thick manual with a worn cover.

"All the children adopted over the years are recorded in this handbook, Baron."

Cran took the manual, flipped through it, and sighed:

"I never thought that there would be people in this orphanage who could read and write, and could record every single thing."

"It was the kind monks in the monastery who helped us complete the records."

The old woman said, “Because most of the children were adopted by the monastery.”

Clan browsed through the records in the manual and pondered:

“What are their criteria for adoption?”

"There are no standards. They are willing to adopt even deformed children. They are kind people."

Crane's eyes flickered... A deformed child? Maybe it was because the descendants of bad omens were suitable to be thugs.

I came to the orphanage originally to investigate the witch's background, but I never expected to gain something unexpected.

Mr. Anthony also mentioned that the monastery also deals in hallucinogenic drugs...this is really deep water.

"Night is coming soon, sir. You'd better go home as soon as possible." The old woman took the manual back from Crane's hand and said, "After a while, the crazy girls will go dancing in the street again."

"I like dancing." Crane smiled. "If you make a mistake in a dance step, you can just continue. It's much simpler than life."

"Anyway, thank you for your cooperation," Crane said, taking off his deerstalker hat.

"My Lord Baron, how can you say that?" The old woman was terrified and sent Clan out of the orphanage.

Clan came to a pub that was open until the early morning, quietly waiting for the clock to strike twelve at midnight. Amid the noise, the smell of beer, and the smoke, his eyes were particularly clear.

Ding! Ding! Ding! The clock struck midnight.

Clan left the pub and tightened his windbreaker in the cold night wind, but he saw that the square in front of the cathedral at the end of the street was brightly lit.

The Lord of Sternberg was an extremely optimistic guy. He found that the dancing plague could not be solved in a short time, so he decided to let them dance to their heart's content. He even ordered people to place torches and bonfires in front of the square and ordered the musicians to play music. As long as the dancing continued, the music would not stop.

The dancing steps were clattering, the skirts were swaying, and the girls, including the poor and the noble, forgot the difference in status at this moment and danced wildly in the square like crazy. Among these people, there was a girl whose dancing posture was particularly graceful, which made Clan's breath stop.

Clang, clang, clang! The sound of neatly lined footsteps came from a distance. The guards were wearing armor. The captain of the guard, led by a monk in black, whispered, "Judge, what should we do next?"

"Leave no one behind." Pedro said calmly.

The guard captain's pupils shrank, his face was shocked, and he said in a trembling voice: "But... there are many noble daughters among these people. What you mean is..."

"Kill them all, leaving no one alive." Pedro repeated, "I will be responsible for all problems."

The guards were in an uproar, looking at each other hesitantly. The captain of the guard was confused, when suddenly he felt a big hand on his shoulder.

Immediately, the captain of the guards had a blank look in his eyes, a fierce fanaticism flashed across his face, he drew out his sword, and shouted in a stern voice: "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! At this moment, a bunch of fireballs flew out from the crowd and bombarded the guards, causing them to wail.

The witches mixed into the dancing crowd, took the initiative to attack, and after succeeding, they escaped into the dancing crowd.

The captain of the guards chopped a woman to the ground.

The musicians who were playing music were silent.

"Did I ask you to stop?" Pedro glanced at the musicians.

Then, the melodious dance music started again.

It was a massacre of unarmed civilians, but the witches inflicted a terrible price on the guards.

Wailing, singing, screaming...all the chaos did not disturb Ge Liqin's dance steps. She followed the music and focused on dancing without distraction.

"Keep dancing. Make sure you grit your teeth and keep dancing to the beat."

The words of the Witch High Priestess continued to echo in her ears.

“You will feel fear and exhaustion, but as long as you don’t stop dancing, there will be new hope!”

Pedro fixed his hawk-like gaze on Gretchen in the crowd and said in a low voice: "The Lustful Witch...it was she who aroused people's desires and caused this dance plague!"

"No, it's because people have been suppressed for too long. They need to dance in these dull days!"

Circe appeared in the crowd and met Pedro. The powerful fluctuations of magic power immediately created a strong wind in the square.

"I will never allow—"

Pedro's eyes were grim, his two fists surging with fiery white light, standing still like an iron tower, veins on his forehead were exposed, blood vessels in his neck were knotted, and he roared with rage:

"This is, blasphemy!"

Bang! Pedro knocked out the arcane missiles fired by Circe with one punch. The strong wind blew up his black monk's clothes. Under the shocked gazes of the guards, Pedro jumped more than ten meters high and punched Circe.

Circe's figure had long disappeared. Pedro's heavy fist smashed down, creating a deep pit in the square with a "bang", and the fist killed three civilians instantly.

The guards were pale, and those with weak wills had already begun to vomit. The captain of the guards felt his faith was shaking violently, but he heard Pedro shouting to the sky: "These sinners have been killed by me! Even the evil witch cannot escape my judgment!"

Yeats, flying stealthily in the air on the wings of the god of poetry, couldn't help but gasp when he saw Pedro's terrifying explosive power.

Standing on Yeats's shoulder, looking down at the chaotic church square, Zuanya exclaimed:

"The bishops on both sides are fighting like this. When Lilith and Sariel come, won't the fight be even more passionate?"

Ye Zhi had a complicated expression. Squirrel, you are the villain behind the scenes, right?

At the end of the street, the roar of a wild beast was heard, and a deformed monster with blood-red fighting spirit burning on all fours ran towards Ge Liqin.

Ge Liqin's dance steps suddenly stopped, and a terrible feeling of fear suddenly enveloped her.

But then a short-haired woman with tattoos rushed out from the side, and used the Fire Wall to stop the deformed monster, and shouted:

"Don't stop dancing, it's the key to the ritual!"

Ge Liqin's face was pale, but she seemed to have innate magic in her body. She followed the music again and tap danced.

The moonlight shone on the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral. In the small attic on the top floor, Yeats seemed to hear something making a thudding sound accompanying his dance steps.

The flying hook that transformed from the hidden blade shot out from his sleeve, and Ye Zhi swung to the top floor of the cathedral. He climbed into the church through a skylight and looked around: "The stairs leading to the top floor should be here!"

Suddenly, a sense of crisis spread across Yeats' spine, and a huge axe came down in front of Yeats, blocking his way.

Ye Zhi was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, looking up.

The giant man, over three meters tall, wearing an executioner's helmet that could give people nightmares, with crazy red light shooting out of his eye sockets, slowly raised the giant axe embedded in the wooden board, the muscles on his arms twisted and bulged.

A blood-red furnace-like spirit burned on his body, and his body was like a burning block of iron after being hammered a thousand times. White smoke rose up, and the room temperature continued to rise.

"Be careful, Ye Zhi, this is the Four-Ring Berserker!" Diamond reminded.

I thought it was so strong.

Ye Zhi drew out the Spirit Shield Sword and assumed a dueling stance.

"I think you are a marker—"

Before he finished speaking, the giant axe whistled and directly split the swift sword into two pieces.

"Huh?!" Ye Zhi retreated tactically, and was interrupted before he could finish his malicious words.

He rolled sideways, pulled out the Eclipse and fired three shots, "bang, bang, bang". The giant didn't hurt at all, but made him even angrier.

Boom! Scorching fighting spirit rose up from under the giant's feet, and the room temperature was like a boiling furnace. Suddenly, he jumped more than a meter high, swung his giant axe, and suddenly chopped down with a majestic flame!

His whole body was wrapped in the furnace's fighting spirit. Ye Zhi tried to use the Eyes of Thousand Illusions just now, but found that the illusion would be blocked by this fighting spirit.

The axe had a wide attack range, blocking all escape routes. The saber was cut off again, and Ye Zhi took out the more handy crescent-shaped mace. With a sharp look, he saw through the attack trajectory of the axe! Combat Skill: See Through!

Ding! The mace completely blocked the blow from the giant axe, making a clanging metallic sound.

Ye Zhi was chopped and flew out, stopping only after hitting a wall, but he was unharmed and his eyes were fixed.

This is the ultimate energy dissipation!

The giant was startled for a moment, looking a little unbelievable, and then he became even more furious.

At this moment, the original enemy disappeared in front of the giant, and was replaced by the image of Judge Pedro.

The giant was distracted for a moment, then let out a cry of surprise. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down and saw blood flowers exploding.

Ye Zhi appeared behind the giant, holding the Eclipse, relying on the critical hits of 'Tricky Ambush' and 'Moonlight Sword', but was unable to cause serious damage for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little tricky.

The duration of the blessing of Illusion has expired.

The image of Judge Pedro disappeared, and the giant realized that he had fallen into a trap. He screamed and swung the giant axe into a terrible whirlwind, smashing the candlesticks, murals and windows in the aisle into pieces.

Ye Zhi summoned a three-ring snow leopard and used his pistol to attack the giant, but this was a high-ring warrior after all. He seized the opportunity and smashed the elemental snow leopard with a "bang" of his battle axe.

It will take two days until the next summoning.

During this fierce battle, the tranquilizing spell had been cast, and the melodious music of the lyre floated in the air.

The calming song made the giant man fall into a trance for a moment... He opened his mouth blankly, and Ye Zhi took the opportunity to use the fear technique to invade his mind, which made the giant man's body tremble continuously.

He used flash magic to move forward, the sharp blade danced and broke four pieces in one second, and the nail hammer banged four times. Finally, the giant man like an iron tower fell to the ground with a bang.

Boom! !

The giant had not completely lost his fighting spirit. He stretched out his iron-like palms and ignited the hot furnace-like fighting spirit.

"May the warrior's soul go to Valhalla." Ye Zhi prayed in a low voice, and the moonlight bullet shot out, ending the life of the high-ring strong man.

The mana in Ye Zhi's body was almost completely drained. He quickly raised his hands and drank two mouthfuls of Minerva's Fountain to recover. He wiped the corners of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior Zuan Ya, why were you just watching just now?"

"Because I don't want to ruin your combat experience." Zuanya sighed, "A three-ring player killed a four-ring player alone. This is quite an amazing feat!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

To be precise, it was by relying on the blessings provided by the three professions, taking turns to fight the Snow Leopard two against one, that he successfully completed the single kill!

(End of this chapter)


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