Twenty Sided Dice

After secretly leaving from the South China Sea Watch Castle Inn, Yao En led the entire team to lurking in search of suitable opportunities. They do have very professional knowledge, enough to open the eyes of Evan or Siegel. A group of five people opened the entrance to the bottom of the sea, sneaked into the stronghold of the God of Murder along the channel of discarding garbage, and then proceeded cautiously. Their purpose is very clear, to find Siegel who was taken away.

Despite being "arrogant, impulsive, and incapable of trusting" - Naria's words - he was still a companion in the operation, and did not act stupidly to endanger the safety of the squad. On the contrary, he also shared the attention of the servants of the **** of murder, and even warned of danger before it came.

That's enough reason to launch a rescue operation.

The first move was very smooth, they solved the dwarf's coughing and sneezing problems, and cleaned the seawater from their bodies to ensure that they did not leave traces when they moved. Imon used her long pole to find the way, and Naria detected magic traps. They carefully avoided the enemies that passed by occasionally, and slowly advanced towards the core of the stronghold.

Then they accidentally fell into an infinite loop of passages, sturdy trapped inside. It was at this time that Siegel first used the positioning technique to find them, so the mage felt that the positions of several people were always changing and it was difficult to get close.

It took more than four hours for Naria to finally figure out the mechanism of this passage and get out of it. By this time it was dawn, and Siegel was also attacking a section of the stronghold. The group decided to speed up the action and learned the location of the cell through intimidation. Then support each other, slash a **** path through the servants of the murdering god, and try to move in that direction.

They reached Mage Reese's laboratory and found it in ruins, with no sign of Siegel, who was taken in. Yao En knows Siegel's true identity, and all this is caused by magic, so it can be considered that Siegel has escaped. So in his opinion, as long as he can cast the teleportation spell, Siegel can leave this place at any time. The entire team currently has only one goal. Get out of here as soon as possible.

But on their way back, they bumped into the Black Saint, the God of Murder.

The first time Evan saw this guy in the black robe, his whole body trembled, which heralded an uphill battle. The man in black took off his hood, revealing a face pale from the lack of light. He has no hair or eyebrows, and his pupils are pale gray. His lips were bluish like a corpse. Although his hands are empty and no weapons, everyone can feel that this person is not easy to deal with.

"Welcome to my palace, little mice." He bowed his chest with his right hand and said, "Introduce myself, my name is Chanem."

Evan Starry, King of the Starry Kingdom. The Guardian of Humanity - Evan wanted to introduce himself like this, but his reason told him it was not a good idea.

"Don't worry about your lousy name, fight or not?" For the first time, he felt that he was particularly unmannered.

"Well said! If you have the ability, let the horse come over!" Emmon swung the stick horizontally, blocked Naria behind him, and stood firmly beside Evan.

"Interesting, do you really think you can resist?" Chanem said: "I will use my right hand to open the long sword, and guide it to hold the stick, and then squeeze through between the two of you. The spectacled mage has no time to react. Break her nose and take the dagger from her belt. The priest will try to attack me, but I will lead him to miss. Then put the dagger between the dwarf's eyes. That's my plan."

"Are you dreaming?" Amon raised his chin, "I wouldn't give you such a chance?"

"Why. I'm the Holy One of the Murder God."

"I'm still his sister, the **** of murder!" Imon threw away the long stick and took out the battle scythe. "Come on, use your long sword to hold the stick I threw on the ground, fool!"

The saint's face finally took on a blush, obviously affected. Evan controlled his tremors and entered a full combat state. His eyes were fixed on Chanem, and he said to Emmon, "Amon, I really like you more and more!"

"Stop talking nonsense, kill this guy!"

Thus began the battle.

Evan was very cautious and kept the shield in front of him. Gradually approach the opponent with a long sword in hand. "Follow me closely, don't keep your distance." After he finished speaking, he continued to adjust his breathing, making it staggered from his own pace to balance the ups and downs of his body. He only dared to blink one eye at a time. This is a technique he learned from his opponent. In the face of a dangerous adversary, any negligence can be fatal.

Chanem moved, but his knees and ankles didn't bend at all, but still moved abruptly. In Evan's eyes, the man in black turned into a blurry shadow and rushed towards Aemon, and with his eyesight he could only vaguely see a few white traces.

It was the afterimage left by Chanem's fingers. He is so fast. It was too late for Evan to think of a better coping strategy, so he could only hurriedly hand over the long sword. At the same time, he twisted his body and threw up his shield, hitting the afterimage. Weapons and armor have swapped identities, but as long as this strategy works, Imon can be saved.

Imon also sensed the enemy's attack, but before he could think about it, only his muscles responded. She only realized that a shadow flashed in front of her, and then there were two consecutive metal collisions, and then she saw Evan and the Murder Holy One collided, holding the long sword and shield in her palm.

"What a fast speed! Yao En!" Imon charged up with a scythe. A crossbow arrow brushed past her ear and flew to the face of the saint among the people. The hairless bald head snorted coldly and pressed down with force, causing Evan to stumble to one knee on the ground. The crossbow bolt rubbed the bald head and flew away and stuck on the wall behind Chanem.

Naria did not hesitate, chanting the spell of the magic missile. The four light **** hit the saint's body accurately, but were absorbed by a layer of invisible shield, and only faint ripples appeared in the air.

"This guy resists magic!" Naria said, "I can't hurt him, help everyone first!"

"The glory of the mother earth shines against the evil warriors, guides the direction of our weapons, and protects our safety!" Anomen held the holy emblem high, and a brilliant light enveloped the audience.

"What's the use of this?" Chanem used his hands hard, cracks appeared on the shield immediately, and thick rust spread along the cracks. The other hand gripped on the long sword exerted force twice, but the magic long sword did not respond at all.

This puzzled him a bit. How can this sword be ordinary, why can it resist the rust spell?

Evan saw the opportunity from Chanem's subtle change in expression, and his focus shifted slightly. He kicked his foot up. He only felt that he had kicked a thick cotton bag, and it didn't feel like hitting a human body normally.

"With your feet? Who do you think you are, a legendary monk?" Chanem snorted coldly, turning his body sharply. Throwing both Evan and Amon out.

His next target must be to pounce on vulnerable mages or gnomes. Evan didn't dare to wait for the ground to adjust his balance, so he propped up on the ground with his long sword, and at the same time threw his shield out to use strength to adjust his posture. When Chanem pounced on Naria, he finally arrived in time to block his opponent again.

"It's very interesting. Swordsman, your reaction and speed are very fast, but your long sword can't stop me." Chanem kept blocking Evan's attack direction with his palm, but his fleshy palm could slash with the sharp long sword. Unscathed. He said: "Only by joining my subordinates can you survive, and I will give you this chance."

Evan didn't pay attention to his words at all, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is to defeat and destroy the opponent. He wanted his sword to be faster, stronger, and more angular.

A murderous intent suddenly appeared in Chanem's pale gray eyes. He grabbed Evan's long sword with one hand and grabbed his throat with the other, a white afterimage!

It's too fast. And the turning point is extremely abrupt, and there is no normal process of accumulating force. Evan's face changed suddenly, and his heart was alarmed, knowing that this was the critical moment of life and death.

How can you let others master your own long sword, isn't that handing over your life? Evan made up his mind to entrust his destiny to his long sword and his long-honed swordsmanship. The fingers caught in his eyes suddenly became clearly visible, and even the fingerprints on them were clearly visible. Moreover, there is a flaw in the hand holding his long sword, and there is still a gap for exerting force.

For a moment, the blessing came to his heart, and he suddenly pulled out the bonfire and slammed it on the palm of his grasp. Two lines of blood rushed out from Chanem's hands. There was also a severed thumb flying in the air.

Evan didn't stop for a moment, the long sword pierced the heart of the saint. The bald-headed Chanem stared at the bleeding hands for a moment, then screamed and turned into a puff of blue smoke before the long sword reached him. It disappeared with a puff.

"Going?" Emmon asked.

"No, he's definitely still nearby, and I can still feel his threat." Evan only felt his chest get hot, and there should be something unusual about his 100-sided dice, but he doesn't have time to check it now. He tried to feel the flow of the air around him, listening to the tiniest sound. But got nothing. If this is an ability to sneak and hide, then there is really no flaw.

"Everyone gather around, don't act alone." Yao En hurriedly greeted everyone: "Back to back, hurry up!"

As soon as Imon took a step, a black phantom appeared beside her, and the white palm waved to her neck. Evan was the only one who reacted and hurriedly waved his sword to resist. He sank his arm, making sure he hit the enemy, but only left more blood, but let him hide again.

A large amount of blood flowed down from Imoon's neck, and it still flowed out from between his fingers when he pressed it with his hand. As soon as Ai Meng's legs became weak, she was about to fall, and He Aiwen of Arnomen stretched out his arms to support her at the same time.

"You go to guard, I'll heal!" Anomen called for the power of the Mother Earth, and concentrated the divine power on the wound~www.novelmt.com~ The blood stopped within two breaths. But the black figure appeared from Yao En's side again, the white palm cutting to his forehead.

A pair of glasses on the dwarf's ear suddenly flashed, and a burst of force pushed him a few feet aside, almost dodging the white palm of death. Before Evan could catch up, Chanem hid in the shadows, leaving only two jeers.

Gathered back to back, everyone moved slowly towards the wall, taking cover as much as possible. But even Yao En unrolling the scroll and using True Sight could not find the location of the Murder Sacred.

"It's not invisible, and it's useless to detect magic." Naria held up the shield technique for everyone and said anxiously: "What should we do?"

Anomen handed the bandage to Aemon and asked her to wrap the wound on her neck by herself, while she prayed to the Mother Earth.

"Victory can only be achieved by sacrifice." He was enlightened, whispered, and then raised the holy emblem high. (To be continued.)

PS: Ah! Chanem! Charname!

Imon is the **** of murder his sister!