Only Sauron, Kahn and Pedro were left in the silent hall.
Kahn was used to this, and Pedro was the only one who felt a little confused.
"Kahn, you and Pedro are looking for something like grease that can be made into a torch."
"Yes, Lord Zoro!"
Kahn nodded and walked out of the castle followed by Pedro who said nothing.
Only Sauron was left in the empty hall, standing there quietly.
I don't know what I'm thinking about.
In the dim corridor, wall lamps made of luminous stone carvings were hung on the wall, emitting a faint light.
Under the illumination of the light, at the corner not far away, there were two slender shadows imprinted on the wall.
As the pace approaches, the shadow gradually becomes fuller.
"Ike, do you think we will encounter that kind of monster soon?"
"What's it called? Alien...by the way, it's alien!" York, who transformed into a talkative person, kept mumbling in Ike's ear.
Unlike Baron Isis Castle, Baron Leicester has a large number of utility rooms at the back of the first floor of the castle.
Walking in it seems a bit dark and depressing.
York's voice kept echoing in the silent and dark corridor.
"Damn it, York, can't you say something nice? I don't want to meet these ghosts at all."
Ike was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his hair exploded on the spot.
"Okay, okay! I won't say it, I won't say it."
The corridor fell into silence again, only the footsteps of the two people echoed in it.
It's just that this atmosphere didn't last more than two seconds.
"I said Ike, you said..."
While the two of them were talking nonsense, they didn't even notice the darkness behind them.
A pitch-black creature that was smaller than the worker bee alien was leaning upside down on the ceiling.
Its limbs were attached to the ceiling like a gecko, silently approaching the two people below.
The tail drooped naturally like a sling, touching York's neck from the darkness.
This pitch-black creature is one of the many species of alien messengers.
Their unique webbed feet allow them to cling to smooth walls like a gecko.
Good at hiding and attacking.
As its bony tail rolled and wrapped around, York, who was wearing plate armor, was immediately lifted up.
After succeeding, the messenger had no intention of staying where he was, and ran with the struggling York thinking about the darkness ahead...
Even if a weight of more than two hundred kilograms is hung from the tail, it does not affect the messenger's ability to move quickly on the ceiling.
The York on the tail swung back and forth like a swing, even knocking Ike off his feet.
The quiet corridor suddenly became lively, and the sound of metal banging could be heard all the time.
York, who was hanging in the air, grabbed the tail tied around his neck with both hands.
The young face under the helmet was even redder due to lack of oxygen.
"York, use your sword, use your sword!"
Unable to catch up, Ike could only shout loudly to remind York.
York instinctively followed Ike's command.
Holding back the discomfort, he pulled out the long sword from his waist, and then used the strength of a female naught to slash it.
Bang!
Wearing a sixty-pound fine suit, York fell to the ground with his butt.
His chest expanded and contracted violently, breathing in fresh air.
The severed tail hanging helplessly around York's neck fell to the ground with a clatter.
It twisted a few times like an octopus's tentacles before it died completely.
Strong acidic blood sprayed out from the broken tail of the messenger and poured on York's body, causing a burst of white smoke.
Feeling the pain in his tail, the messenger, who was lying on the ceiling, turned his head and roared at York on the ground.
But after hearing the shout from Ike, it immediately turned around and disappeared into the darkness ahead.
"York! Are you okay?"
Looking at York sitting on the ground, Ike asked nervously.
"It's okay! Fortunately, I have Lord Sauron's armor, otherwise I would really have to explain it here."
York stood up from the ground with one hand, feeling a little resentful.
Looking at the crooked potholes on the ground, York suddenly had an idea flash in his mind.
"Ike, let's follow the traces and say we won't be able to find their lair if we don't prepare."
"Okay." Ike thought for a moment and agreed with York's suggestion, which seemed quite reliable.
Grabbing the severed tail on the ground, the two followed the traces corroded by strong acid blood on the ground.
Rudas' group on the second floor of the castle also encountered trouble.
In the study room on the second floor, a warrior alien was baring its teeth at Rudas and Drew.
The two sides met "accidentally" in a corridor, and the alien warrior who "turned around and ran away" was "blocked" by the two men in the study.
Looking at each other in tacit understanding, Rudas and Drew drew their swords to the left and right and directly attacked.
However, what the two of them didn't notice was that two messengers were quietly leaning against the ceiling outside the study.
Drew, who is on the left, swings his sword to attract the attention of the warrior alien.
Rudas took the opportunity to slash at the alien's neck from the other side with his sword.
But surprisingly, this warrior alien moved faster.
Compared to the worker bee, the long jointed tail, which was thicker and more powerful, wrapped around Drew's sword-holding arm.
As the warrior's alien figure twisted, his tail lifted Drew's body and hit Rudas.
A harsh sound of metal friction resounded in the study room.
The long sword slashed out by Rudas had no time to retract it, and it slashed directly on Drew's body.
Here~~~
There was a moderately deep scar on the finely forged armor.
Drew, who was thrown like a cannonball, knocked Rudas to the ground.
Before the two of them could stand up, the warrior alien pounced directly on Drew.
The inner nest tooth burst into Drew's helmet visor with a powerful impact.
The inner teeth, which were far more powerful than the worker bee aliens, dented the 50 mm thick mask in just two strokes.
When Drew struggled to stand up, he found that he was unable to resist the power of the warrior alien.
During this period, he also wanted to stab the opponent with his sword, but the opponent's tail knocked the long sword away from his hand and nailed it to the bookshelf nearby.
As the warrior's alien inner teeth hit Drew's mask one after another.
The originally strong mask also began to show some tears.
Seeing that Drew was about to be in danger.
Rudas, who was pinned down by Drew, gritted his teeth and used his hands to forcefully support Drew's body.
At the same time, he contracted his chest and abdomen as much as possible, and then with difficulty pulled out the short spear pinned behind Drew.
Pfft~
The warrior alien who was concentrating on driving the pile did not dodge at all, and the sharp short spear was completely buried in its brain.
The short spear penetrated the carapace and penetrated the brain, killing the alien warrior instantly.
A few drops of strong acid blood splashed out from the alien's wound, passed through the gap in Drew's mask, and dripped on his face.
"Hiss~"
Severe pain kept attacking Drew's brain, causing him to take a breath of cold air.
Fortunately, there isn't a lot of acidic blood splashed into it, so it won't cause any harm except that it may cause damage later.
Turning pain into strength, Drew quickly pushed the alien corpse away and stood up.
Looking at the dead alien, he seemed to be still angry.
He pulled out the iron sword nailed to the bookshelf and came to the alien's side, thrusting the sword in and out again and again.
A large amount of strong acid blood spurted out from each sword hole and poured onto Drew's chest.
The finely forged armor made a corroding sound of "chichichichi" under the contact of strong acid blood.
The armor that had already experienced a baptism of strong acid and blood outside the castle became even more superficial.
Drew was just so angry that he didn't notice this at all.
He kept stabbing at the alien corpse of the warrior, and only stopped after the last breath of evil breath came out of his heart.
The originally sharp forged long sword also became dull at this time, and the blade shrank by a small section.
The tip of the sword has long since been corroded by the strong acid blood and cannot see its original appearance.
Click~click~
A series of very light cracking sounds were heard.
Cracks began to appear on the surface of the alien corpse that was riddled with sword holes.
"Drew, did you hear anything?"
In a daze, Rudas seemed to hear something, but he was a little unsure.
"Sound? Boom~!"
Drew glanced at Rudas behind him strangely, then turned back.
At some point, cracks appeared on the alien corpse that was originally full of sword holes.
Seeing this scene, Drew couldn't help but take two steps back.
boom~
The alien soldier's body exploded on the spot.
The highly acidic blood that originally remained in his body poured onto Drew's body like water being poured out.
Everything in the world has its destiny.
When faced with the third baptism of strong acid blood, the shallow breastplate could not last at all.
A hole the size of a sea bowl appeared on Drew's breastplate.