The hall has turned into a doomsday battlefield, and the tall evil spirits are furious after breaking free from the confinement of the suet candle.
The veins on Veron's hands appeared on the surface, and countless pairs of eyes frantically shot terrifying petrifying rays around.
Whatever was swept by the pale yellow light turned directly into a heavy stone. Dulan was frightened when he saw it, and his left arm became heavier and heavier.
"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would become one-armed. It's a pity that I don't have Brother Eagle around me..." Dulan hid in a safe corner and laughed at himself. He skillfully rotated the oak thorn with his right hand. His left hand was almost completely petrified. If he continued
If you try to kill Veron, the petrified energy will spread all over your body.
After a burst of petrification rays were fired, the half-evil spirit's body was not a perpetual motion machine. It wasted a lot of energy but still failed to catch Duran. This made Veron's anger level almost burst. In everything, there are gains and losses, and he accepted the lower level.
Through the transformation of the plane evil spirits, they gained great power at the cost of losing their mortal eyesight.
He could only wantonly destroy everything around him and try to sense Duran's existence in other ways.
"It's a pity that my stealth has been upgraded." Duran knew that if it was only the previous level one, it would be difficult to hide his figure under Veron's perception. The effect of level three stealth is quite different.
On Feinan Continent, most of the people who master the third-level stealth skills are genuine assassins with silver power. It is already shocking that an assassin apprentice can master the first-level stealth skills.
Naturally, Duran would not spread his secret everywhere. From another perspective, even if he wanted to spread it, he would have to survive Veron's hands first.
"Damn monster, it would be great if I could know [Exile from Another World], or [Expulsion]." Duran licked his dry lips, taking advantage of the moment when Veron's attack slowed down a little, he remained silent.
Sneak past the place of rest.
As we all know, in the long history, the four-ring spell [Exile from Another World] and the three-ring spell [Expulsion] have proven to be effective in dealing with creatures from other planes. However, in recent years, these two spells have only been used by the Rainbow School and the White School.
Only the high-ranking tower wizards can master it. The average wild mage can at most have one or two [Expulsion Orders] to scare wild beasts. As for Duran, an assassin apprentice who has nothing to do with the mage profession, he can naturally only think about it in his heart.
Show off the majesty of the Master.
It is actually not difficult to get close to Veron. Duran has done it before, but the result was not that ideal. Duran repeatedly contacted Veron, and then used visual inspection skills to get a shocking result - Veron's back
Wrapped in a kind of inexplicable horny scales, these scales are usually invisible and lurking under his skin, but once he is attacked, these scales will emerge.
What makes Dulan even more depressed is that the defense power of these scales is actually as high as 37!
Duran's own attacks were only a dozen now. No wonder all the piercings with all his strength were blocked. It became a bit unrealistic to attack the crazy half-evil spirit from behind.
Veron's counterattack was also very sharp. Duran would never want to taste the terrifying petrification ray a second time, so he chose to take action after Veron had used a round of petrification ray.
"Since the back is as hard as a turtle shell, let's come from the front."
Duran calmed down. It was undoubtedly a foolish dream to defeat Veron with his own strength. He had to find a way to send Angel's Tears into his body.
The ever-expanding bloody mouth in Veron's chest became the target of Duran's attack.
Using this place as an attack point, Duran certainly considered the danger. No matter how agile he was, he might not be able to dodge the licks of the three terrifying tongues at close range. But the half-evil spirit had only
This part is exposed, while other places are tightly wrapped by the weird black scales.
"Fight!" Duran suddenly kicked out and kicked a piece of wood into the hall. It just landed behind Beron, and the wood made a huge sound when it hit the ground.
The half-evil spirit turned around suddenly, trying to find traces of Duran, but unfortunately Dulan had already used the cover of furniture to get around and re-entered the stealth state.
"Hehehe, you can't escape...the fresh and delicious human boy..."
The half-evil spirit let out a low sinister laugh, and he walked in the direction of his hearing.
Duran half-crouched on the side of a pillar and watched Veron walking in the wrong direction. He held his breath and quickly climbed up the surviving stairs to the second floor corridor.
Looking down at the tall half-evil spirit from the corridor on the second floor, Duran gained a little confidence. The difference in stature between the two was so big that Duran couldn't even attack Veron's chest while standing on the ground!
Veron's head was only a foot or two shorter than the bottom of the corridor on the second floor. Duran quietly hid behind the broken railing and carefully observed the direction of the half-evil spirit.
"The opportunity has come!"
Veron walked past Duran sluggishly. Knowing that the assassin's apprentice could not miss the opportunity, he would not be polite to him. He made a sudden leap and pounced directly on Veron's head!
The half-evil spirit was caught off guard, its center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and it fell backwards.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duran desperately raised his right hand high and stabbed Veron in the chest.
"Whoosh!" A huge tongue popped out strangely from the bloody mouth, and shot a hole through Duran's left arm in just the blink of an eye. If the left arm hadn't been already close to petrification, I'm afraid it would have been turned into stone at this time.
A scene of violent bloodshed.
Affected by this, Duran suddenly became unstable and his strength failed to develop. The oak thorns pierced the empty space.
"I like it delivered to my door..."
Veron grabbed Duran's shoulders with both hands and laughed wildly: "Where should we eat first?"
The three tongues on his chest shot out in unison, binding Dulan tightly in an instant!
"It hurts! Am I going to die..."
Pain like a wave hit Duran's nerves crazily, and he felt like his whole body was being torn apart.
Involuntarily, his right hand was scratched by the barbs on the evil spirit's tongue, and large areas of skin were bloody and bloody. He finally lost all power, and the oak thorn fell crookedly from Duran's hand.
"Ah!" Duran groaned in pain, and all the data in front of him went crazy. The contract auxiliary system popped up large scarlet characters directly on Duran's retina:
【Warning! Warning!】
[The contractor lost too much blood and his health is lower than 6.]
[The contractor's left arm was petrified, his right arm was fractured, and his skin was torn in large areas...]
…
Dulan had lost the ability to think. He was wailing in pain. At this moment, all reason had left him. He was just an ordinary person on the verge of death. His only desire was to end this as soon as possible.
A painful process.
However, a minute later, the death that Duran imagined did not come. I don't know when, the three tongues that tied him gradually lost their power.
"Uh..." Dulan's eyelashes were covered with sticky sweat, and he couldn't even open his eyes for a while.
The power that restrained him quickly faded away, and Duran tried to break free. Who knew that the three originally powerful tongues seemed to have fallen apart and were half-deadly pushed aside by Duran.
"What on earth is going on?" Duran fell to the ground beside him in a daze, and Veron's tall body lay quietly beside him, motionless.
Dulan lay on the ground like a dead fish. It took more than ten minutes before he regained his composure.
He used his left arm as support and struggled to get up, only to find that the petrification of his left hand had been lifted - which meant that the half-evil spirit was completely dead.
"But who can tell me what happened?" Duran was a little confused. In the panic, he couldn't remember what happened at all. He only knew that he let go of the oak thorn under the restraints of Beron -
—By the way, Oakthorn!
Duran stood up and took a look, and found that the bloody mouth on Beron's chest was still wide open, and a short wooden handle was exposed from a pile of horrific and disgusting internal organs.
Duran pulled out the oak thorn, and the angel's tears on the tip of the blade had naturally disappeared.
"Is this okay?"
Dulan collapsed to the ground dumbfounded, sighing that his luck was really good. At that critical moment, Duran failed to catch the oak thorn, but it slid into the body of the half-evil spirit along the three tongues——
Of course, maybe the big mouth is too greedy and wants to swallow the oak thorn, but it doesn't know the angel's tears are smeared on the blade.
"You are very lucky. Angel's Tears entered his body and successfully triggered the collapse of the balance of positive and negative energy." A faint voice sounded from behind Dulan.
Dulan coughed violently several times and spat on the ground. The saliva was mixed with countless blood streaks. It was obvious that he had injured his lungs or trachea in the process.
"Thank you, Miss Anna." As soon as he said the words, Dulan realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse, just like a drake's voice, which was as unpleasant as it sounded.
"Belon is dead, and I can get rid of his control and truly rest in peace." Anna sighed softly. In a daze, Duran saw a cloud of gray-white gas coming out of the half-evil spirit's body.
He came out and flew behind him.
Dulan turned around subconsciously. The expected headless girl did not appear. Standing behind him was a truly beautiful girl.
"Miss Anna, you are so beautiful." Dulan praised sincerely.
Still wearing the pure and flawless pleated skirt, a complete girl stood there, her eyebrows were slender and soft, a kind smile naturally appeared in the corners of her eyes, and her fair face exuded a joyful and friendly atmosphere.
.She is like the wind in June, beautiful, pure and sweet.
Anna smiled lightly, her eyes slightly blurred: "I heard the call of the Lord, goodbye, my friend."
Her body slowly flew into the sky, and her entire body slowly collapsed from her feet into debris flying in the sky.
Dulan knew that Anna's soul was forcibly extracted by the evil master Beron. Once Beron dies, Anna will not exist for long.
At this moment, Dulan suddenly thought of something and shouted loudly to Anna, who was flying higher and higher: "Miss Anna, actually I know that there is another flower language of Platycodon flower, which is -"
"Eternal love."
Another flower language of platycodon flowers is eternal love. It is completely opposite to "hopeless love" and hides some unexplainable mystery.
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter like silver bells in the sky, and a bouquet of dark blue platycodon flowers slowly fell to the ground.
Dulan reached out to catch it, and the bunch of platycodon flowers gradually turned into a small badge:
