In an instant, three divine seals appeared on Arthur's body, shining brightly.
The blessing of the Goddess of Storm made an invisible storm armor appear around his body, and air swirled above the armor, as if it could resist all external impacts; the blessing of the Goddess of Light made the sword in his hand burn with holy white flames, and wherever the light shone, the smell of plague retreated; the blessing of the God of War gave him powerful melee ability, greatly improved his physical fitness, reaction ability, etc., making every one of his movements full of explosive power.
Arthur was seen moving among the ratmen as if he were in an empty space. His movements were clean and neat, and the sword in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, easily reaping their lives.
He was agile and dodged left and right. Every time he swung his sword, it made a whistling sound and accurately stabbed the rat man's vital points.
Some ratmen tried to resist with their sharp claws, but Arthur just shook his wrist lightly, and the sword blade scratched their claws and pierced into their chests; some ratmen attacked from behind, but Arthur seemed to have eyes on his back, and he turned sideways and slashed them with a backhand sword; some ratmen tried to group together and attack, but Arthur was not afraid. He moved nimbly among the ratmen, and his Storm Armor blocked the ratmen's attacks one after another, but the sword in his hand did not stop, and blood splattered wherever he went.
The bodies of the ratmen exploded, but were blocked by the Storm Armor, and the fragments bounced away. The pervasive plague was purified by the holy white flames and disappeared.
Everyone was stunned and stood there, staring at Arthur's figure in amazement.
They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: Is Arthur so strong after reaching the fifth level? Say he is? No wonder he dared to flush it directly down the drain alone.
Arthur is indeed strong. Ever since the incident at the Warcraft Mountain, he has learned from his mistakes and has been training himself with stricter requirements.
At dawn every day, before the first ray of sunlight fully illuminated the earth, he was already sweating profusely on the training ground of the academy, practicing swordsmanship over and over again, pondering every move over and over again, striving for perfection.
During the day, he shuttled between various magic classes, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. He not only delved into the fusion techniques of swordsmanship and magic, but also studied various combat strategies in depth.
At night, when everyone else had fallen asleep, he was still in a corner of the library, studying ancient magic books in the dim candlelight, trying to find the secret to improving his strength.
He has never slacked off for a single day. With his talent, hard work and the blessing of God, he has already reached the peak of the fifth level and has even stepped into the sixth level, just so that at the critical moment, he can have the power to protect others and no longer let the feeling of powerlessness shroud him.
Arthur was like a stream of white light in the sewer, with an agile figure. Wherever he passed, the ratmen fell down one after another, without any escape. Everyone followed closely behind Arthur, moving forward quickly along the narrow and smelly passage.
However, just as they stepped into a place that was as spacious as an underground waterway square, something unexpected happened.
A huge figure fell from the sky like a demon, with a whistling sound, falling from a high altitude, and slammed heavily into the dirty and smelly water surface. In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and a huge stinky wave was set off, rushing around like a tsunami.
Then, a pair of terrifying, powerful fists broke through the flying water surface, carrying a terrifying force, and hit Arthur at lightning speed.
Arthur hastily raised his sword to block based on his instinctive reaction.
In an instant, a terrifying force hit his sword, causing a deafening explosion. The sound of the sonic boom echoed in this enclosed space, causing pain in everyone's eardrums.
Arthur was blown away like a kite with a broken string, and hit the top wall heavily, making a huge roar. Gravel and dust fell and hit the water, causing another mess of splashes.
"Arthur!" Merlin turned his head and shouted anxiously, and at this moment, the huge monster moved.
I saw that the monster was huge, like a moving mountain of flesh, huge and heavy.
Its entire body exuded a disgusting stench of plague, and the smell was like materialized miasma, permeating the surroundings.
What is surprising is that although it is fat and huge, it moves very fast, like a ghost, and appears in front of everyone in an instant.
Every step it takes causes the ground to shake and dirty water to splash everywhere.
"What a fast speed!" Merlin was shocked. His eyes instantly became sharp like an eagle and he stared at the monster in front of him vigilantly.
Stacie took a step forward, quickly formed a complicated seal with her hands, and shouted, "Go!"
As she shouted, illusory particles seemed to be summoned and quickly condensed in the air. In the blink of an eye, the Guardian of Nature appeared out of thin air.
With its agile posture, it stepped on the water and rushed out from the side of the huge meat mountain like lightning, hitting the belly of the meat mountain with its extremely hard antlers.
“Boom boom—”
With a loud bang, this huge plague monster was pushed back continuously by the Guardian of Nature. Its feet dragged frantically on the ground and walls, leaving deep marks and brick and stone debris flying everywhere.
"What kind of monster is that!?"
Just as everyone was stunned, a shadow suddenly appeared beside Shirley, like a black hand reaching out from the darkness.
Then, a figure emerged from the darkness as quickly as a ghost, with a dagger in his hand flashing coldly, and slashed fiercely at Shirley's snow-white neck.
“Boom—”
At the critical moment, Alex stood by Shirley like an iron tower. As the tank of the adventure team, he always remained highly vigilant and tried his best to protect his teammates.
Seeing this, he did not hesitate, raised his heavy shield, and knocked the figure away in an instant.
The figure spun twice in the air, like a wounded bat, and disappeared into the darkness again.
Merlin saw this and shouted, "Watch out, someone is attacking!"
Then, he quickly took out a large number of scrolls of Holy Light from his space ring. He had as many of these things as he wanted, and at the moment he didn't care about saving them and just threw them out lavishly.
In an instant, holy light descended like daylight, instantly illuminating the entire spacious sewer space. Everyone looked in the light and saw many figures standing around, surrounding them tightly.
"Followers of the Ancient God Cult!" Merlin's eyes were sharp as he directly revealed the identities of this group of people.
As for why Merlin was so sure, it was naturally because the appearance of this group of people made the magic power in Merlin and others' bodies stagnate as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. This is a typical feature of the Ancient God Cult's forbidden magic area.
However, Merlin knew clearly that the companions around him were all fifth-level beings. The influence of the Forbidden Magic Field would be greatly reduced in front of a magician who possessed a field. Once a fifth-level magician opened his field, the impact of the Forbidden Magic Field would be reduced to a minimum.
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