Chapter 208 The Three-ring Trickster, Dance and Night of Judgment
Deep in the sewers, there is a rat hole.
Yeats was not in a hurry to talk about cooperation and observed his surroundings calmly.
The air was moist and rancid, and the liquid dripping from the cracks in the stone walls splashed and echoed. Leaning against the moss-covered walls, the skinny refugees huddled together. They were wrapped in headscarves, their eyes either empty or numb. They looked up at Yeats with fear in their eyes.
A pale-faced woman lowered her head deeply. The palms stretched out from her sleeves were as dry as skeletons. Her five fingers were bent together to hold down a girl in front of her with a sallow complexion, dark eyes, and a curious expression. .
When the white-haired old man disguised as Yeats turned his attention to the girl, a short-haired woman wearing a black cloak and a face covered with tattoos stared at Yeats fiercely, and a cluster of orange flames ignited in her palms.
In an instant, seven or eight more flames ignited at the same time. The witches holding flames surrounded Yeats and protected the refugees.
"They are mortals who have been judged as witches and are facing execution." Circe's cold words sounded, "I am deeply uneasy because of your arrival, so let us talk about cooperation."
The witch-hunting movement has intensified, and the conflict between the witch and the church has become irreconcilable.
Even civilians, once heard by the Tribunal, will be judged as witches and sentenced to death regardless of their performance or reaction during the trial.
Among these rescued refugees, Yeats saw Gretchen who had been taken away by Circe. She was sitting next to the alchemy cauldron filled with firewood, looking lost in a trance. In the alchemy cauldron, The soup is boiling and rolling, releasing the aroma of food.
The witch attaches great importance to her alchemy cauldron and cannot use it to stew food, but Circe did.
Yeats looked deeply at Circe.
Wearing a pointed witch hat and a black cloak, this powerful witch has experienced hundreds of years. The green eyes above the thick mask reflect the white-haired old man who is as cold 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."
You can hear a needle drop in a mouse hole.
The shadows cast by the flames swayed on the faces of the witches. Their eyes were stunned and unbelievable, and the flames in their palms were extinguished.
These words were so shocking that the whole place fell into dead silence.
Cercy felt strange in her heart, stared at Yeats, and said: "Why do you want to cooperate with us? You should know what the consequences of being hostile to the church will be."
The Tribunal, the Crusaders, the Cardinals, the Papal State... After nearly a thousand years of evolution, the church has become a behemoth that can compete with the Holy Court Empire for power. The gospel is spread throughout every corner of the Atrium Continent, and no one who has been excommunicated can Escape before trial.
Fanatical believers raised the banner of justice and tortured their own kind. Circe has seen too many instruments of torture. Human beings have great creativity in inventing torture: Iron Maiden, Broken Bone Wheel, Finger Plug Needle...
Most of the survivors she tried her best to save eventually died of injuries and psychological trauma left in the interrogation room.
“Compared to the Church, the Witches are just a dying person who is living on their last breath without even the care of the gods.” Circe continued, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, “Cooperate with the Church in exchange for generous rewards. It's your best choice, isn't it?"
Yeats' eyes flickered, and he glanced around, only to see the refugees lowering their heads one after another, and depression and despair shrouded the narrow and dark mouse hole.
At the same time, the early warning sound of the drill sounded: "Be careful, Yeats! This witch is reciting a spell silently!"
Yeats knew that Circe was deliberately showing weakness. Once she showed her intention to cooperate with the church, , she will definitely stay here at any cost.
After letting out a breath, Yeats glanced at Circe and said in a stern tone:
“Only you have what I want.”
“What? ?”
"The eternal flower on Broken Hill." Yeats said, "The condition for my cooperation with you is to give me an eternal flower."
Cersey couldn't see through the white-haired old man in front of her. It's shallow, but since he knows where the Witches are hiding and dares to come alone, his strength must not be underestimated.
“Then, what can you provide for this cooperation?”
“The reason why the witch of lust triggers group dance is because Lilith wants to use the dance ritual to Wake up the red shoes. "
Yeats said: "You only know that the red shoes are hidden in the Notre Dame Cathedral, but you don't know its exact location, so you haven't done anything yet. High Priest, I was right. Right? ”
Circe's eyes were fixed, and her heart was full of shock. The other party's mention of the red shoes was enough to surprise her. He knew all the details so well. Which force did this come from?
Even the Moonlight Church cannot know the inside story so well. Is there a spy within the organization, or is he a messenger from hell who obeys Lilith's will?
Yeats knew that what he said just now was enough to shake Circe's heart, and continued:
"And I know the specific location of the red shoes."
Cercy. Qian couldn't hide her surprise and said shortly: "Where?"
Yeats did not answer directly, but said seriously: "We will take action tonight. The goal is to sneak into the Notre Dame Cathedral through group dancing. I want you to find and hold down Judge Pedro and his subordinates, and create a way for me to get rid of them." When we get the chance to get the red shoes, we will meet at dawn and make the next plan.”
The other party refused to disclose the exact location of the red shoes, but he also revealed his confidence in getting the red shoes.
Although it was not explicitly stated that the red shoes would be handed over to the Witches, it would be better for them to be in his hands than to fall into the hands of the church.
Cooperating with an unknown messenger is extremely risky, but there is no other choice.
The dance ceremony has just been completed, and the red shoes have only appeared not long ago. I am afraid that even the church did not notice its appearance inside the cathedral. If the red shoes are not obtained as soon as possible, this divinity will fall into the hands of the church. , and even the risk of being digested by the Moon Apostle.
Circe nodded slightly and said: "Then we will act according to what you said tonight."
She handed a communication gem to Yeats. The communication technique relying on this gem will not be blocked. Or aware.
Yeats accepted the gem and asked Diamond Tooth to use invisibility on him, disappearing in front of the witches.
Amazement flashed deep in Circe's eyes. Even with her magical skills, she could not see through the other party's invisibility. No wonder he could sneak in here quietly, and also find and steal red wine from Notre Dame Cathedral. Dance shoe confidence!
The short-haired woman with tattoos on her face walked up to Circe and sent a message:
"High Priest, do we really want to cooperate with that man? He broke in here with obviously bad intentions!"
"They are just using each other." Circe replied, "I'm afraid there is no relationship between him and the church. There are some disputes that are consistent with our position... If he can really get the red shoes, we have to find a way to exchange them from his hands."
A trace of enthusiasm flashed in the eyes of the short-haired woman: "Wait. Once the container and the sacred object are in hand, will it be possible for Lady Lilith to come? "
The Witches Association is divided into two groups. One side believes that the arrival of Lilith will change the situation of the witches being homeless. The other side believes that the witch can only survive by saving herself.
Cersei is the latter, thinking that even if Lilith comes, she will not take it as her responsibility to save the believers, and the situation will probably be even worse.
But at least... having containers and holy objects is equivalent to having a deterrent effect. You can use it, but you can’t live without it.
"Quilin, you stay here to take care of everyone for tonight's operation." Circe looked at Greqin next to the alchemy cauldron and said:
"I will take her and go The square in front of the cathedral."
Feeling the eyes of everyone around her, Greqin stammered:
"I, what should I do?"
Circe came to Gretchen, stared at the thin girl, gently stroked her head, and whispered:
"Just dance, Gretchen, keep up with the rhythm, throw Let go of your worries and dance in the dark."
Her hand was on Greqin's arm, her fingers dug into the sleeve, and she grabbed the slender arm, her green eyes glowing. Definitely.
“Keep dancing, Gretchen, and be sure to grit your teeth and keep dancing. I know you will be scared and tired, but as long as you don’t stop dancing, there will be new hope!”
Greqin looked at the dancing flame shadow on the wall and murmured repeatedly: "Don't stop dancing, keep dancing..."
*
Leaving the mouse hole, Yeats felt that the magician's way in his body was rising continuously, and it reached the bottleneck in an instant.
Soon, with the help of the misty divinity in his body, Yeats felt a burning pain in his eyes, and then the purple light in his eyes flashed away.
This is a sign that the trickster has broken through the third ring.
The effect of illusions released by Thousand Illusion Eyes has also been improved.
Yeats was overjoyed. Sure enough, he had concealed his identity from the High Priestess and successfully completed the promotion ceremony, allowing the Trickster to break through the third ring!
Like many previous promotions, there are new spells and talents on the panel, which are worth mentioning. Once again, you have received blessings from the Goddess of Mist.
“This is the benefit of becoming the God’s Chosen…” Yeats secretly sighed, “Every time the God’s Chosen is promoted, he can receive a blessing that is more powerful than the spells of the same level…”
Although I am not the God of the Wild Hunt, I can still receive blessings from the God of the Wild Hunt.
The new spell obtained through this promotion is called "Invisibility". As the name suggests, it is very suitable for sneaking.
However, there are many ways to see through invisibility. Unless you have a fourth-level advanced invisibility technique, you will be seen through.
"Talent·Trickster Ambush: If you cast a spell on a creature while in a hidden state, the creature's disadvantage against the spell will be increased."
"Suitable for sneak attacks." Yeats commented in his mind.
The last blessing from the Mist Goddess can have a confusing effect similar to the clone technique.
"Blessing·Illusion: You become invisible, and an illusory clone like you appears where you stand. The clone will continue to exist until the duration of the spell ends. With the help of mist, you can change the illusion The body shape and appearance of the clone."
The ability to disguise one's clone is particularly powerful. Yeats plans to enter Notre Dame Cathedral in the dark tonight and use this illusion to transform into Judge Pedro, which may work wonders.
Back to the palace.
This is a single-family courtyard located in the wealthy area of Sternberg. Standing on the balcony, you can overlook the magnificent and solemn Notre Dame Cathedral.
"Where is Teacher Candela, hasn't she come back yet?" Yeats asked Gray who was training in throwing axes in the yard.
Bang!
Gray's flying ax was nailed to the training dummy, and she immediately raised her palm. The runes on the ax handle responded to her mana, flew back to her palm, and caught it steadily.
"Not yet. The Snow Owl hasn't come back either. Could it be that they went to study magic?" Gray scratched his head and then asked curiously, "Didn't you say you went out for a walk? What's the matter? Found?”
“Nothing found.” Yeats sat down at the tea table in the courtyard and said calmly, “Let’s go to bed early tonight and let’s wait patiently for Teacher Candela to deal with it.”
< br> "You said you should go to bed early, so you wouldn't secretly go out to investigate behind my back at night, right?" Gray narrowed his eyes.
Yeats picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the hot black tea. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "How is that possible, haha."
Is this the Dragonborn's intuition? It's so scary!
Although Gray's intuition is keen, she is quite easy to fool. She tilted her head and thought for a moment before believing Yeats's lies. Then she suddenly said:
"Oh, speaking of investigation, the bearded man just now The detective...that's Crane, came to visit the palace, but you happened to be away, so I sent him back."
Yeats was startled, Crane actually came, it seems like there will be another trouble tonight. Several lives lost.
“Goo!”
In the demon pet plane, the snow owl sent a message that it and Mr. Candela would not come back for dinner, and they would continue to study arcana.
The snowy owl is too conspicuous to appear in tonight's operation. After all, this operation is carried out with a vest, and it is not easy for Teacher Candela to know.
"You two continue to study, Snow Owl, and tell me before you come back." Yeats warned.
"Goo!" (Got it!)
"No need to wait for them." Yeats looked at Gray, "Let's have dinner first."
"Okay!" Gray smiled.
Looking at Gray's smile, Yeats' heart moved.
As long as you do what you can to protect the people you cherish around you, that is enough.
For this reason, I must remove the threat that hangs over my head as the apostle... I have been entangled with the evil eye apostle for so long, and it is time to put an end to it.
……
Broken Hill, Abbey.
The Gothic tower of the main building pierces the clouds, and the monastery is solemn and depressing. On the stone road in front of the main entrance of the main building, the monks changed their expressions and looked at the ugly monster coming towards them.
He was like a deformed child cursed by God, stooped and staggering towards the main building. His feet were bare, and the soles of his feet were scratched, leaving a long bloody streak, and his ugly face was full of sadness.
Looking at his back, the monks whispered.
“Is this the child adopted by the Lord Advocate?”
"Yes, he was the one who destroyed the witch trial ceremony this morning and made all the efforts of the Lord Judge go to waste!"
"It's really hateful. The Lord Judge should send this monster to the gallows!"
At the front door, Little Andel was surprised to see the bruised and staggering Hunchback of Notre Dame. He quickly stepped forward, helped Modo up, and complained:
"Modo, you did it all. What? The Lord Advocate’s plan was completely ruined because of you!”
Modo lowered his head and roared like a beast, his expression full of frustration.
"Your Majesty, the Chief Judge, is interrogating the witch in the interrogation room. When he comes out, you should quickly admit your mistake to him. Maybe there will be room for maneuver." Little Ander tried to pull Modo up and said, "Quick, let's go to the interrogation. Wait for him at the door of the room, don't let the Lord Judge be angry because of you again!"
The two came to a tightly closed metal door.
Beside the metal door, stood a giant man about three meters tall. He wore full plate armor and an executioner's ugly helmet, and held a huge ax in his hand.
Seeing the Hunchback of the Bell Tower, the giant man's body trembled violently, like a furious beast. He raised the giant ax in his hand brazenly, and the ax body ignited the hot furnace fighting spirit, and he was about to kill Modo on the spot!
“Brother Delong!” Little Ander hurriedly knelt down to plead, “Modo was only tempted by the witch to commit sin, and now he has sincerely repented!”
The giant man and the weirdo are both descendants of Omen. The furnace fighting spirit is more condensed than Modo. His body exudes the smell of rust and blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of a mountain of corpses in a sea of blood.
He didn't listen to Andel's plea at all. He raised his giant ax high and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat: "The betrayer...die!"
"No!" Little Andel He stood in front of Modo, opened his arms, looked pale, and said incoherently: "Brother Delong! You should listen to what the Lord Judge has to say first!" Harsh and painful screams came from the interrogation room, The scream was extremely shrill, gradually became lower and lower, and soon a strong smell of blood wafted from the interrogation room.
The door was opened a crack, and little Andel's pupils shrank. Through the crack, he saw a bloody scene that made his stomach turn.
"Are you three starting to quarrel again?"
Judge Pedro was wearing a black robe with a kind smile. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, pulled the handle of the interrogation room, and said: "Still It’s exactly the same as when I was little.”
Bang!
The iron door is closed again.
The giant man held the giant ax with a clang, his eyes were scarlet under the execution 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 the handkerchief into the pocket of his black robe, held Modo's cheek, and held it with his hand Wiping away the tears on his ugly face, he whispered:
"Modo, you are a good boy, right? Among you children, you are the one I value most, remember?"< br>
The Hunchback of Notre Dame sobbed, tears rolling down his face.
“Don’t cry, God doesn’t want to see the tears of believers.”
A ray of sunset shone on Pedro's body, making his body look particularly majestic, and a smile spread from ear to ear on his square face.
“Since you let her go, bring her back again, Modo, God will forgive you for your mistake.”
Little Andel looked at the back of the presiding judge, his eyes crossed. A bright light of admiration and longing gradually filled his eyes.
The executioner holding a giant ax had already cried bitterly and could only whimper.
*
Dusk falls.
Sternberg, Orphanage.
A stooped woman handed Crane a thick manual with a worn cover.
"The children who have been adopted over the years have all been recorded in this manual, Lord Baron."
Clan took the manual, flipped through it, and sighed:
"Unexpectedly, there are people in this orphanage who can read and write, and can record each item one by one."
"It was the kind-hearted monks in the monastery who helped us complete the record."
The old woman said: "Because most of the children were adopted by the monastery."
Klan browsed the records in the manual and muttered:
"Their adoption standards What is it?”
"There are no standards. They are willing to adopt even deformed children. They are kind people."
Klan's eyes flickered...Deformed children? It's probably because the Descendants of Omen are suitable as thugs.
I originally came to the orphanage to investigate the background of the witch, but I never thought I would gain something unexpected.
Mr. Anthony also mentioned that the monastery also deals in the business of hallucinogenic drugs... This water is really deep.
"Night is coming soon, sir, you'd better go home as soon as possible." The old woman took the manual away from Crane's hand and said, "After a while, the crazy girls will come back again. It’s time to dance in the streets.”
"I like dancing." Crane smiled slightly, "If you make a wrong step, you can continue to catch up. It's much simpler than life."
"Anyway, thank you for your cooperation." Crane picked up the hunting deer Hat greetings.
"Lord Baron, what are you talking about?" The old woman was frightened and sent Kelan out of the orphanage.
Clan came to a tavern that was open until early in the morning and waited quietly for the clock to strike midnight. Between the noise and the smell of beer, the smoke was lingering, and his eyes were particularly sober.
Cang! clang! clang!
The clock strikes midnight.
Klan left the tavern and tightened his windbreaker in the cold night wind, but saw that at the end of the street, the square in front of the cathedral was brightly lit.
The Lord of Sternberg is an extremely optimistic guy. He found that the dancing plague will not be solved for a while, so he might as well let them dance to their heart's content. The lord 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 could not stop.
The dancing steps are tapping, the dance skirts are swaying and flying. The girls include poor people and nobles. At this moment, they forget their status and dance wildly in the square like a demon. Among these people, a girl's dancing posture was particularly graceful, which made Crane's breath startle.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of neatly lined up footsteps came from a distance. The guards were wearing armor. The captain of the guard, headed by a monk in black, whispered: "President, what should we do next?"
"A Not staying." Pedro said calmly.
The guard chief's pupils shrank, his face was shocked, and he said in a trembling voice: "But... there are many nobles and rich girls among these people. What do you mean..."
"Kill them all, not a single one." "Stay." Pedro repeated again, "I am responsible for all problems."
The guards were in an uproar and looked at each other hesitantly. The guard was full of tangles and suddenly felt a big hand on his. on the shoulders.
Immediately, the guard chief's eyes were empty, and strong fanaticism flashed across his face. He drew out his sword and said in a stern voice: "Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
Boom! boom! boom!
At this time, a bunch of fireballs flew out of the crowd and bombarded the guards, causing wailing immediately.
The witches blended into the dancing crowd and took the lead in attacking. After succeeding, they fled into the dancing crowd.
The guard captain chopped a woman to the ground.
The musicians playing the music were silent.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Pedro glanced at the musician.
So, the melodious dance music started again.
This was a massacre of unarmed civilians, but the witches inflicted extremely heavy costs on the guards.
Wailing, singing, screaming...all the chaos did not interfere with Greqin's dance steps. She followed the music without any distractions and focused on dancing.
"Keep dancing, be sure to grit your teeth and keep dancing."
The words of the Witch High Priest kept echoing in her ears.
“You will be scared and tired, but as long as you don’t stop dancing, there will be new hope!”
Pedro’s falcon-like eyes were fixed on Greqin in the crowd. , said in a low voice:
"The witch of lust...it is her desire that arouses people's hearts and triggers this dance plague!"
"No, it's because people have been suppressed for too long, and they need to dance in these lifeless days!"
Cersei appeared in the crowd and met Pedro, and majestic mana fluctuations suddenly set off in the square. Strong wind.
“I will never allow—”
Pedro’s eyes were cold, and his two fists were surging with hot and majestic white light. He stood as still as an iron tower, with veins on his forehead exposed. The blood vessels in the neck were knotted, and the thunder was furious and roared:
“This is blasphemy!”
Bang!
Pedro defeated the arcane missile fired by Circe with one punch. The strong wind swept away his black monk uniform. In the shocked eyes of the guards, Pedro jumped more than ten meters high and landed heavily. The fist struck Circe.
Cersei's figure had long since disappeared. Pedro's heavy fist struck down, creating a deep crater in the square, and the wind of the fist instantly killed three civilians.
The guards' faces were pale, and the weak-willed ones had begun to vomit. The guard captain felt that his faith was shaking violently, but he heard Pedro shouting to the sky:
"These sinners have been killed by me. Blade! Even the evil witch cannot escape my judgment!”
Yeats used the wings of the God of Poetry to fly invisible in mid-air. Seeing Pedro's terrifying explosive power, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Zui Ya stood on Yeats's shoulder, overlooking the chaotic church square, and exclaimed:
"The bishops on both sides are fighting like this. When Lilith and Sariel come, Wouldn’t it be more passionate to fight?”
Yeats looked complicated, Squirrel, are you the villain behind the scenes?
At the end of the street, the roar of wild beasts sounded, and a deformed monster burning with blood-red fighting spirit ran on all fours and rushed towards Greqin.
Greqin couldn't help but stop dancing, and a terrible feeling of fear suddenly enveloped her.
Unexpectedly, a tattooed short-haired woman came out from the side. The fire wall technique forced the deformed monster to stop, and said loudly:
"Don't stop dancing, this is the key to the ceremony!"
Greqin's face was pale, but she seemed to have innate magic power in her body. She once again kept up with the music and danced.
The moonlight illuminated the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral. In the small attic on the top floor, Yeats seemed to hear something thumping along with the dancing steps.
The hidden sword transformed into a flying hook shot out of his sleeves. Yeats swung to the top of the cathedral, climbed into the church along a skylight, and looked around: "The stairs leading to the top should be here!"
Suddenly Suddenly, a sense of crisis spread on Yeats's back, and a giant ax struck in front of Yeats, blocking his way.
Yeats broke into a cold sweat and looked up.
The giant man, who was more than three meters tall, wore an executioner's helmet that could give people nightmares. Crazy red light shot out from his eye sockets. He slowly raised the giant ax embedded in the wooden board, and the muscles on his arms were twisted and ridged.
His body was ignited with blood-red furnace fighting spirit, and his body was like a piece of burning iron that had been tempered for thousands of times. White smoke was rising, and the room temperature continued to rise.
"Be careful, Yeats, this is a four-ring berserker!" Zuanya reminded.
I thought it was so strong.
Yeats drew out his sword of spiritual shield and got into a duel stance.
"I think you are inserting a mark——"
Before he finished speaking, the giant ax roared into the wind, directly splitting the Swift Sword into two pieces.
"Huh?!" Yeats leaned back tactically, and was forcibly interrupted before he even finished his harsh words.
Rolling sideways, he pulled out the Lunar Eclipse and fired three "bang bang bang" shots. The hits on the giant man were neither painful nor itchy, but made him even more furious.
Boom!
Scorching fighting energy steamed up under the giant man's feet, and the room temperature was like a boiling furnace. Suddenly, he jumped more than one meter high, swung the giant axe, and suddenly fell down with majestic flames!
His whole body was wrapped in the fighting spirit of the furnace. Yeats just tried to use the Eye of Thousand Illusions, but found that the illusion would be blocked by this fighting spirit.
The attack range of the giant ax was extremely wide, blocking all escape routes, and the sword was cut off again. Yeats took out the more convenient crescent mace, and with a sharp look, he saw through the attack trajectory of the giant ax!
Combat Skill·See Through!
Cang!
The mace completely blocked the heavy blow of the giant axe, making a sonorous metallic sound.
Yeats was sent flying out and hit a wall before stopping, but he was unscathed and his eyes were fixed.
This is the ultimate wasting force!
The giant man was startled for a moment, his expression seemed a little unbelievable, and then he became even more angry.
At this time, in front of the giant man, the original enemy disappeared, replaced by the image of Judge Pedro.
The giant man was slightly in a trance, and then he let out a cry of surprise. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, he saw that there were flowers of blood exploding.
Yeats appeared behind the giant man, holding the Lunar Eclipse in his hand. He relied on the 'Trick Ambush' and the critical hit of the 'Moonlight Sword', but was unable to cause serious damage for a while, so he couldn't help but feel a little troublesome.
The duration of Blessing and Illusion has expired.
The image of Judge Pedro disappeared. The giant man realized that he had been trapped. He screamed and waved the giant ax into a terrifying whirlwind, cutting all the candlesticks, murals and windows in the aisle into pieces. Crush.
Yeats summoned a three-ring snow leopard and used his pistol to attack the giant man. However, this was a high-ring strongman after all. He seized the opportunity and smashed the elemental snow leopard with his battle ax.
It will take two days until the next re-summon.
During this fierce battle, Ningshenshu had been cast, and the melodious music of the lyre floated in the air.
The Ning Divine Comedy caused the giant man to fall into a trance for a moment... He opened his mouth blankly, and Yeats used the fear technique to invade his mind, which made the giant man's body tremble continuously.
Flash Technique stepped forward, the sharp blade Hua Wu broke four times in one second, the mace bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang this giant man like an iron tower finally fell to the ground.
Boom! !
This giant man has not completely lost his fighting spirit. He stretched out his iron-like palms and ignited the hot furnace fighting spirit.
"May the souls of warriors go to Valhalla." Yeats prayed in a low voice, and the moonlight bullets shot out, ending the life of the strong man with a high ring.
The magic power in Yeats's body was almost gone. He quickly raised his palms and drank two swigs of the Fountain of Minerva to recover. He then wiped the corners of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice:
"Senior Drill Tooth, why were you just looking at me? Ah!"
"Because I don't want to ruin your fighting experience," Zuan Ya sighed, "Three rings kill four rings alone, this is quite an amazing feat!"
Ye Zhi: " ..."
To be precise, he relied on the blessings provided by the three professions to take turns to fight, and successfully completed a single kill with the Snow Leopard in a two-on-one fight!
(End of this chapter)