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!"
The necromancer reacted and roared.
The black swordsmen on the bridge behind were throwing away the extinguished torches in their hands, raising their swords high, and running wildly in this direction. But Fang Plover raised his hand horizontally and lightly held his metal glove - the black swordsmen stepped onto the wooden platform.
At the moment of crossing the bridge, the TS-1 lurkers ambush below activated at the same time.
Several gravity traps were exerted on the undead guards at the same time. The wooden bridge suddenly collapsed, and the four undead guards fell into the deep stream below at the same time.
The guard swordsmen, musketeers and archers who had been ambushing there were immediately covered with a round of attacks. Coupled with the spell of the priestess behind, a black swordsman was almost immediately beaten to pieces.
Theoretically speaking, the gravity trap will last for two or three rounds, which is enough time for a few people to finish off the Black Swordsman.
But at this moment, the 'messenger' suddenly thrust his staff into the ground, and Ruth, who had been ordered to step forward by Fang Plover, was grabbed tightly by a huge bone claw extending from the ground.
Probably to save her companions, and because the necromancer was obviously at the end of his fight, the priestess became bolder. With a crisp prayer, a beam of light focused on her staff, and she
He took the lead in launching an attack, shooting a light arrow at the 'messenger'.
Light Arrow is the most powerful attack spell for Mirela priests below level 20, especially for undead and dark creatures. But this lady is a little too courageous, completely forgetting the relationship between herself and the other party.
level differences between.
Sure enough, before the light arrow hit the 'messenger', it turned into a black flame in mid-air.
"Ah!" Miss Priest was shocked. She didn't expect that her spell would be countered.
The 'Messenger' laughed ferociously. There was indeed an ambush under the wooden bridge. He had previously attracted attention to the fragment and was completely unaware of it. Unfortunately, these people were too weak. He waved his staff again.
, the priestess immediately screamed and flew backwards and fell back into the tunnel.
The swordsmen and musketeers of the guard who were attacking the black swordsmen were startled, and were about to turn around and go to the rescue.
But at this moment, Fang Plover shouted: "Don't go there."
The two were slightly startled, but a long arrow had passed over them and hit the priestess's shoulder. The latter grunted and fell to the ground, but stretched out her hands straight and let out a roar.
The swordsmen and musketeers of the guard were shocked when they saw this, only to find that the priestess's face had suddenly become ferocious, as if she didn't recognize any of her relatives.
"It's a mind control technique," the archer put down the bow in his hand and said calmly: "Find a way to control her."
Only then did Fang Plover turn around.
The guy in front of me looked like he was about to die from his injuries, but with the little fighting power he had left, he was still able to fight these people back and forth.
After all, he is a genuine level 25 boss——
And he knew that the other party must have a trump card, and the strength that the other party showed now was only the level that a necromancer of this level should have.
"Don't give him a chance to cast a spell."
"The more powerful the spell, the more time it takes to prepare."
Miss Tata's voice came from the darkness.
Fang Plover turned around and saw no trace of Miss Fairy and Lady Cat.
And in the darkness, he vaguely saw the reflection of Miss Naturalist's silver magic book. Ji Ta was there - she must have entered the prepared position.
Only then did Fang Plover turn around.
"How dare you be distracted?" The 'Messenger' had already found the face in the memory at this moment. He finally remembered where he had seen the other person, and all the old and new hatreds came to his mind: "Dollifen"
It just so happens that we can settle our accounts here."
His pale right hand formed a hook, and he grabbed Fang Plover with one claw.
But Fang Yu just looked at him.
At the same time, he showed his left hand that had been hidden behind his back.
The five fingers were pressed together, and the metal gloves shone with a cold light in the darkness.
The prison of bones had not yet been formed, and there was only a flash of silver light, like a dividing line from top to bottom in the darkness. The 'messenger' felt a chill in his heart, and had to give up the spell in his hand and ducked sideways.
The slender girl in the construct seemed to flash out of thin air, passing behind him silently, and the thin flat sword blade slashed past the shield.
A light blue shield damage number popped up in Fang Plover's field of vision.
The 'Messenger' snorted and turned around, only to be surprised to find that the opponent could actually control the flexible structure with both his left and right hands. After the Angel of Power struck with a blow, the force field ring constrained it to dodge backwards and land lightly.
The former raised the skull staff and was about to counterattack, but found that the angel was split into three as soon as it hit the ground.
Three identical angels stood in the darkness, like mirror images of each other.
Then Fang Yu's soft voice came: "Guess who is me?"
He raised his right hand and adjusted his glove.
Two identical figures of him appeared next to him.
The 'Messenger' took a deep breath, not expecting that he would be teased by a junior. He closed his eyes, opened them again, roared, raised his staff, and shot a black light towards Fang Plover.
But the three square plovers didn't move at all. The black light penetrated one of his bodies, and the shadow swayed for a moment, but was unscathed. Then the three people staggered their positions and stood in front of the 'messenger' again.
Fang Yu looked at him calmly, as if he didn't care about the other party's attack at all: "Do you want to test my reaction so that you can find out who is the real person?"
"It doesn't matter, let's see who has more chances."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them raised their right hands in the same movement and slashed to the left.
Behind the 'Messenger', three capable angels rushed towards him at the same time. The 'Messenger''s eyelids were lowered and he was not moved by Fang Plover's words - obviously the previous anger was just an act by him, he just kept it silently in his heart.
The plover below was in the previous position, and at the same time, he subconsciously dodged sideways once, and then raised the staff indifferently to cast the spell again.
His judgment was wrong again, and he turned sideways to get out of the way of a phantom, but the real capable angel still slashed at his shield with a sword.
Another light blue number.
The black shield was obviously much darker.
However, his spell was still completed, and a black light passed through the phantom of another square plover. Ruth, who was in the bone prison not far away, was watching this scene with wide eyes——
He discovered that the 'Messenger' had attacked twice and hit different phantoms, but Fang Plover had obviously switched places.
Is it a coincidence? Or did the necromancer really memorize the order of exchange?
Fang Plover's expression remained unchanged, and he began to control another group of capable angels with his left hand.
The 'Messenger' rolled sideways, and this time he successfully dodged the attack of the capable angel, but the spell he cast towards Fang Plover when he stood up was also avoided by Fang Plover. In the dark and narrow space, there were two spells between the two of them.
Fighting, passing each other.
This time Russ finally saw clearly that the third attack of the 'Messenger' was indeed directed towards a different mirror image——
He really remembered the order in which the other party exchanged, and even the order in which the angels exchanged.
What amazing on-the-spot memory is this?
His lips wriggled, as if he wanted to remind Fang Plover. But the undead wizard's movements were too fast. By the time he reacted, the other party had already launched a third round of attacks.
Fang Plover obviously couldn't keep up.
Russ was a little anxious and shook the bone prison hard, trying to get out to help, but the bone prison did not move at all. On the other side, the black swordsman and the rebellious priestess also entangled the hands and feet of others.
The third fight.
The second Archangel and its clone finally arrived. Since this was the first time for this group to attack, the 'messenger' was unable to dodge and was slashed on the shield with a sword.
The active shield shook for a while and was almost on the verge of breaking.
Of course, if he was in good condition, it would be impossible for Fang Plover and the two Angels to break through his shield. However, after suffering an almost zero-range explosion from the 'Fire Claw Swordsman', he could not protect himself.
The shield itself is already the end of the line.
But enough is enough.
The 'Messenger' gritted his teeth and thought, while the skeleton staff in his hand shot out black light - the last of the three phantoms can only be the real body anyway.
"I caught you!" He laughed ferociously.
But the smile suddenly solidified on his face again.
Because he clearly saw that this inevitable blow penetrated Fang Plover's phantom and disappeared into the darkness in the distance. But the young man in front of him was unscathed and even tilted his head and smiled at him.
"Did you guess right?"
In the cave.
Six powerful angels, three square plovers, and six phantoms.
But Fang Yu only shook the metal glove slightly at him: "But I never said that there are only so many phantoms, right?"
It is a very unwise behavior for combat craftsmen to approach the enemy at close range.
Alarm bells were ringing in the 'Messenger''s head, and he suddenly realized what kind of evil trick he had fallen into - he suddenly clenched the skull staff in his hand and turned to a direction in the darkness.
There was a scream, and a flying claw roared from that direction, hitting the shield right before he could react.
There was a ‘click’ sound.
The black shield finally shattered.
Then he heard a low and powerful command: "Angel of Power, attack—!"
