Chapter 101 Spades cheating corpse
Chen Lun was already wary based on the divination predictions.
When he saw the other party waiting for him here, he was basically sure in his heart that the other party was not trying to trade with him at all, but was using that extraordinary knowledge as bait to lure him here, and then intercept and kill him.
[Peeping Eyes of Life]!
Chen Lun's eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Molimo not far away.
[Judgment successful! 】
【You get the following information——】
Name: Mollimer
Identity: President of the Amber City History and Ceremony Association, Professor of History at Hypericum Girls' School
Race: Human (Eastern Continent)
Template: Elite (basic LV20, attribute growth increase)
Level: 58
Life: 1200/1200
Physical strength: 600/600
Sanity: 30/30
Main occupation: [Sequence 9-Grave Robber LV10 (MAX)] [Sequence 8-Historian LV20 (MAX)] [Sequence 7-Alchemist LV8] (Earth Faction)
Attributes: Strength 27, Dexterity 31, Endurance 55, Intelligence 48, Faith 34
Special attributes: Charisma 11, Willpower 20, Insight 16, Luck 10
Skills: Earth Affinity LVMAX, Underground Walking LVMAX, Historical Recall LVMAX, Borrowing from the Past LVMAX, Potions General Knowledge LV3, Alchemy LV2,——
Combat strength: 204
[Danger: High]
[Favorability: Disgust]
[Evaluation: Beware of this guy’s hidden abilities, no one knows whose history he has stolen! There is no mouse that does not steal, and there is no alchemist that does not throw away bottles! Watch out for his potions too! 】
"[Sequence 7]...elite template?"
Chen Lun frowned secretly.
No wonder I didn't notice the extraordinary fluctuations in him in the port black market before. The opponent was two ranks higher than me at that time and had already entered the mid-sequence stage.
"But... I seem to have underestimated my own strength."
He lowered his eyes.
He has an advantage that NPCs don't have, and that is the panel.
I can add some, but you can't.
This is the player's advantage, but it is inherited by himself, the NPC.
At the same time, his growth rate is far faster than that of the players, which is why he has reached his current situation.
Even if the other party has an elite template and naturally grows faster than ordinary NPCs, it is still no match for him. With accumulation and subsequent promotions, he will only become stronger and stronger, and finally widen the gap with his peers, becoming comparable to beings of a higher order.
It's already starting to show signs of this.
His own panel attributes have unknowingly surpassed most of the low-sequences, and are comparable to those of extraordinary beings who have just entered the middle-sequences. In addition to the trump card in his hand, the outcome of the fight with Molimo will not be known until the actual fight.
"Is this the extraordinary power of [Destiny Faction]...?"
Molimo frowned.
After being glanced at by Chen Lun just now, he felt like he had been seen through.
This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.
Huahua——
The sound of pages turning was heard.
I saw illusory shadows flashing in Molimo's eyes, and finally settled on an old man in white robes.
"Die! Spades!"
boom! !
Molimo's body radiated heat, and invisible air flow spurted out from his feet, blowing his clothes and hair upwards.
I saw his whole body breaking through the air with a bang and coming through a wave of air.
Woo——! !
He punched out, and a high-temperature flame erupted from his fist.
The surrounding air stagnated and was distorted by the heat.
Pong! !
A streak of silver struck Molimo's wrist, deflecting his attack, and his fist missed Chen Lun's side.
The heat wave raised Chen Lun's black hair, perming the ends into curls.
"The power of the sun, this is [Sequence 7-Ascetic]..."
Chen Lun secretly said.
boom--!
Mollimo took advantage of the tilt of his body, turned around and raised his leg, and his heel dropped like a war hammer.
Chen Lun raised the silver cane, opened it with a bang, and instantly turned into a round shield.
Bang! !
Molimo's heavy kick hit the silver shield, and there was a loud sound with a vibrating tail.
The silver shield retracted, closed into a line, and moved laterally towards Molimo's neck at a speed that escaped ordinary people's sight.
At this time!
Chen Lun, who was holding a silver sword, suddenly noticed something.
His spiritual intuition told him that someone was spying on him secretly!
His thoughts were changing, and the slashing in his hand suddenly slowed down.
"Too slow!!"
Mollimer shouted.
Hua Hua...
His figure was illusory, appearing in the same position a second ago, and he dodged the silver sword.
He raised his hand and punched Chen Lun directly in the abdomen.
With a muffled bang, Chen Lun vomited blood and retreated violently. Finally, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. The silver cane fell from his hand and fell to the ground, clanging twice.
From Molimo's invisible perspective, the dark gold scales and black bone armor on Chen Lun's chest and abdomen intertwined and flowed, and finally slowly dissipated.
Step... step...
Molimo walked slowly, his footsteps sizzling on the floor and smoke rising.
"It's rare for a [Sequence 8] to last for so long."
He said coldly.
When he bent down to pick up Chen Lun's silver cane, a piercing scream came.
Hua Hua...
As the pages of the book turned, Molimo's illusory figure reappeared in the same position a few seconds ago. A black light wave penetrated his original shadow and disappeared at the same time.
Molimo turned around and saw four figures standing aside, looking at him quietly.
"Black Skull...?"
"Introduce yourself, Amber City Asylum, Special Correspondent Roderick."
The man in black clothes with high collar held a head in his hand and threw it away. It was an old man with white beard and hair.
"Mr. Knowledge thought he was very smart, but he was shot to death randomly when he went out...
I have to say that the extraordinary methods of the [Magic Faction] are still very clever. Several of my investigators were turned into stone. ”
Molimo said nothing and looked at him coldly.
I didn't expect that the host of the mysterious society would be the boss of the asylum. All of this was just his arrangement, mastering the information of the members, and waiting for the opportunity to catch them all.
The civet had already taken off its mask. The short-haired woman was holding a revolver and a limp hammer in her other hand. The latter's face was pale and his eyes were indifferent. He had obviously been seriously injured and had lost the ability to resist.
The last person is wearing a dark red cloak, and Molimo is most familiar with him——
Bishop of Red Apple Church, Amber City, Newman.
"I didn't expect that the shelter would join forces with the Red Apple Church just to get rid of the branch of the 'History and Ceremony Association' here?"
Molimo asked slowly.
"You disgusting dead rats, do you need to ask others what you did?"
Newman grinned.
"The tomb of the archbishop of our church was stolen. Lord Rafa was furious and used divine magic to divine that the tomb robber was a member of the "History and Ceremony Association" and was hiding in Amber City.
Molimo, if you hand over the perpetrator, I will not kill you, but let you repent in front of the statue of Lady Rose for fifty years. ”
Molimo frowned.
He directly ignored the second half of the other party's words. Although he had heard about the incident, he did not know the perpetrator.
Could it be done by members of other branches?
He suddenly remembered someone, but he couldn't be sure.
"It seems that you have planned this for a long time... The asylum suppressed the wild supernatural beings, and the United Red Apple Church successfully eliminated our 'History and Ceremony Association'. Everyone is happy."
Molimo sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense! Molimo!"
Newman roared.
"Since you chose to protect your accomplices, then I will bring you to Lord Rafa and hand you over to him for personal interrogation!"
The next second, the red robe was raised.
Bishop Newman pounced like a hawk.
The phantoms in Molimo's eyes began to stir, and he was ready to take action.
Suddenly a whistle sounded in my ears!
call out--!
Molimo looked stunned.
The "dead" spade at his feet suddenly rose up, and the silver cane turned into a sword and slashed across his waist.
The silver light cut through clothes and scratched skin.
A palm-sized notebook fell from the torn pocket.
I saw the other party reached out to fish it out and grabbed the notebook in his hand.
All movements are fleeting.
When Molimo came to his senses, Newman's claw-like fingers had already penetrated his chest!
"Ah!! Spades!!"
Molimo screamed and roared loudly. (End of chapter)