The 'Messenger' saw the shadow fall down and disappear into the darkness in his shaky vision. He gasped twice, pressed his heart with his long and pale hands, coughed, and used the necromancy spell to consume his life.

The price is to be able to withstand the erosion of magic power. Once you embark on such a path, you will only end up becoming an undead creature.

And for those who have not taken that step, all that awaits them is that their lives will burn out and turn into sparks of darkness. But he smiled scornfully, and the feeling of holding the power in his hands was something that those weak alchemists would never feel.

Will understand the truth.

The huge ghoul turned his head to look at his master. But the 'messenger' didn't even look at it. He just pushed it away, let go of his hand, then grasped the skeleton staff again, and propped it on the ground.

, gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Although the appearance of the opponent's 'falling' was different from what he had imagined, at least the final result was not much different.

The darkness receded back along the direction of the light, and the light of the torch swayed slightly, bursting out a spark. The shadow carved out the pale and sunken face of the undead, and in the dark eye sockets, the fire of the soul remained motionless.

The 'Messenger' walked forward step by step, but there was a silent tone in the darkness counting down his steps.

"nineteen……"

"eight……"

"Seven, five..."

"……three two……"

"one."

The light reflected a corner of the "lich's" dirty robe.

The 'Messenger' coughed lightly, raised his head, and grinned silently. He stretched out his right hand, and there was a silver emblem on the back of his pale hand - a giant dragon with broken horns, and pupils like golden fire, shining in the earth.

above.

An invisible force rolled towards the ground through the skeleton staff, but there was no expected clanging sound of metal mopping the floor in the darkness, nor did the head of the holy sword that once drank the blood of seven dragons.

It emerges just like in your imagination.

The smile froze on the 'messenger's' face.

The dirty robe disappeared, and the purple crystal staff that fell on the ground turned into dots of light, like fireflies, flying in the darkness. Behind him, the undead guards were staggering onto the wooden bridge, and the light of the torch gradually moved forward.

Separate things originally hidden in the darkness.

A structure, with a brass exterior, resembles a round ball, but the three ruby ​​pupils on it are turning in this direction.

Mirrorer.

"What the hell!" The 'Messenger' realized something was wrong, raised his staff, put two fingers of his left hand together and pointed forward, and penetrated the body of the ball with a necromancy spell.

But what the black light penetrates is just the shadow of the blurring ball.

In the darkness, the deep blue light of the system was reflected in the depths of Fang Plover's pupils.

He blinked slightly, and the three clockwork goblins who were monitoring the scene from different directions simultaneously switched the camera with a 'click'. He raised his right hand and gently grasped it in mid-air.

"Castling——"

The ball turned into a light blue shadow.

The black light passed through the ball and hit the gray rock ground behind it, silently eroding a pit a few inches deep there——

The light blue light was changing shapes in mid-air, and finally settled into a four-legged double-edged constructed swordsman. After materializing, it suddenly landed from mid-air. This is one of the only abilities of the Mirror Imager, exchange.

The position of any flexible construct on the field.

What it brought was a Walker II.

But in the Seven Seas Brigade, other people in the team like to call this type of alien walker the "Fire Claw Swordsman".

The walker landed with a bang, and the dust had not yet settled. With a 'squeak', the light yellow crystal eyes on its head - or in other words, the visual target capture device - had slid to one side along the cross rail, the focus had shrunk, and it had locked onto the 'messenger'

.

"Walker type two?" The 'Messenger' knew in his heart that he had been ambushed, but he still sneered - although he did not know what the relationship between these people and the lich was - the purple crystal staff waved in his mind.

The preconceived impression remains until now.

"...Where did you find this antique?"

He roared, waved his staff, and at the same time stretched out his hand to grab. There was a sound, and a piece of white bone claws rose from the ground and grabbed the four feet of the walker.

But it was at this time that the 'messenger' felt an obvious throbbing in his heart.

The throbbing is not so much the sensitivity to danger, but rather the foresight brought by the flow of magic power, like an instinct on the spider web, the trembling of magic power, instantly causing the terrifying energy fluctuations that erupted at a point.

It is transmitted to every node on this network.

Bad thoughts had just arisen in the mind of the 'messenger'.

He had already seen streaks of light, like the dawn of the sun, surging out from every gap in the walker's second-shaped structure. The light was so bright and dazzling that the crystal eyes of the construct

A brilliant light also shot out from it.

And in this light, it turned into ashes.

With a whistle, the light of the three torches was instantly extinguished.

And a golden flame ring was born from the darkness and swept across everything.

Russ, who was far away in another cave, was running forward, but the shock wave behind him also caught up with him, knocking him to the ground and taking a hard bite of dirt.

He got up in disgrace and looked behind him in astonishment.

Is this also a naturalist's spell?

The entrance to area a3.

The people hiding in the tunnel felt the strong wind sweeping over the wooden planks, which felt like a sickle sweeping over their heads. Everyone looked upward in unison, but only saw a sweeping cloud of smoke.

Someone has already asked nervously on the communication channel what kind of spell it is.

The priestess was the first to ask this question.

The fluorescence of the screen was shining on Jita's face. She blinked slightly and blushed a little. But the captain had personally told her, but she was still embarrassed to change her name - the name was: "Ji, Jita's big brother"

, big bomb..."

"What……?"

Everyone looked at each other in the dark. Is there such a magic?

The little girl blushed. The captain was not very good at naming names, but for some reason, she felt that this name seemed pretty good.

But let alone this little episode about the name, as the instigator, Fang Yu had no consciousness at all - he just reopened his eyes from the darkness, and with a hand, the goggles automatically slid away from his eyes.

He unbuttoned his collar and threw away the somewhat obstructive cloak - there was no other way, and combat craftsmen did not have specialized attire, so before close combat, they often went into battle lightly.

Fang Yu gently adjusted his gloves, then patted Jita on the shoulder and said to her: "Follow me."

The three clockwork goblins had lost contact in the blast, but he captured some information at the last moment. The 'Fire Claw Swordsman' won its first battle underground in Fenris, killing the ancient hunter in one fell swoop.

Although it was a boss of more than 20 levels, it was just a phantom after all. Moreover, he used two 'Fire Claw Swordsmen' to achieve his full success in one battle. And this thing is stronger than the 'Fire Djinn'

It is much more difficult to produce. From Fenris and his party to the present, he has only added one more.

In short, the battle is not over yet.

A 'Fire Claw Swordsman' should not have killed the 'messenger'.

The last scene he saw was the 'Messenger''s passive shield opening up in the flames, and the ghoul also pounced on it with its claws and teeth, protecting its master in its arms.

The flames turned it into charcoal ash, but in the end Fang Plover still saw the thick light of the active shield underneath.

Then the clockwork fairy was turned into parts in the storm.

But the other party should feel extremely uncomfortable.

Even the twenty-fifth level boss should be greatly weakened by such an impact, and what follows is the final battle. In the darkness, Fang Plover slowly walked forward, the air filled with

The smell of gunpowder smoke and smoke spread everywhere, and the cave turned into a maze-like scene.

As he passed Ruth, he gave him a tug.

But when the man looked at him and Jita, he obviously had some awe in his eyes. He probably really thought that he was an adventurer of level three or above.

But Fang Yu didn't say anything and just continued to walk forward. After about a minute or two of passing through the diffuse smoke and dust, he heard a heavy cough coming from the front, and the raised dust was slowly moving to both sides.

Separated, a black light shield loomed behind, located under a charred skeleton.

The huge ghoul still maintained the same posture as before being burned, protecting it in front of its master, but its originally strong body now only had an empty skeleton left.

The charred skin, flesh, internal organs, and even eyeballs were being detached from the skeleton.

The first level of ghoul has been officially declared dead.

The pale-faced 'messenger' was raising his head. He was coughing heavily, almost coughing out blood. His eyes and hands were covered with bloodshot marks, which were the backlash marks of the necromancy spell. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The skeleton staff in his hand rattled, and he didn't know whether it was because of extreme anger or extreme fear.

Two powerful angels appeared behind Fang Plover with a faint blue light.

This light reflected on Fang Plover's face, finally allowing the 'messenger' to see his appearance. Dolifen's memory came to his mind, and it seemed that the young man in front of him was vaguely familiar: "You, you are...?"

But why did Fang Yu give him this opportunity to speak? He just shouted: "Come on!"
To be continued...