It was a custom in the Age of Knights to ask the surname of the opponent before a duel. Salin didn't answer. He didn't want to waste his breath on the Black Deacon. Unexpectedly, Rex's voice sounded.
"My surname is Glücos. As for who you are, you don't have to tell me. I'll kill many people like you in the future. I'm not in the mood to ask."
Salin was confused when the Black Deacon's roar exploded. Salin suddenly understood. Rex only knew the rough location of the Black Deacon. He couldn't pinpoint it accurately. She threw out her surname. As expected, the Black Deacon became restless and didn't hide himself well. Rex found him easily. She only said his surname.
Rex knew the people of the Church very well. As a direct descendant of the Glücos family, she had very good information. She had a description of the Church, its structure, and analysis of its members.
Any important person in the Church wouldn't be indifferent when they heard the surname Glücos. Especially under such circumstances, the Black Deacon had almost everything under control.
Hundreds of swordmaster level evil spirits surrounded four people. After killing the four, Rex would be in the bag.
In his excitement, the Black Deacon didn't hide his aura well. Rex flew into the air despite the sharp pain in his ribs. The Black Deacon didn't make the Book of the Fallen himself. He couldn't control the environment he set up. He controlled part of the Book of the Fallen's power. He couldn't use the full power of the sacred artifact unless he became a bishop. Rex found the Black Deacon's position almost immediately.
Salin was relieved to see that Rex had succeeded. The battle between a sixth-level sorcerer and a mage wouldn't drag on for too long. He just had to hold on until Rex killed the Black Deacon. This was a very realistic goal.
The evil spirits had recovered most of their combat power, but their intelligence didn't seem to increase. Most of them were still patrolling outside. They didn't attack at the same time. If these evil spirits attacked like the swordsmen in Dragontooth Town, Salin didn't know how long he could last.
I'll go first. Daniel volunteered. He was the weakest in the team, mainly because the battle time was too short. The Winged Skeleton was almost a sixth-level creature, while he was only a third-level necromancer. The Undead Flames could only support the Winged Skeleton for ten minutes. After that, the Winged Skeleton had no choice but to rest. Otherwise, it was very likely that the Undead Flames would be used up, and it would be impossible to reignite it again.
Salin did not stop Daniel. He patiently hid among the Construct Puppets and carefully observed the second-form evil spirits.
The evil spirit's flesh seemed a lot more plump, and its muscles were full, but Salin could see the raging flames under the evil spirit's skin. This was a direct absorption of the power of the icy purple flames, temporarily restoring some of the evil spirits' condition. It was unknown whether their souls were still separated or not.
The Winged Skeleton pounced over. A long bone spear suddenly appeared in its hand. It threw it down from above and nailed an evil spirit to the ground from head to toe. Then, the Winged Skeleton swaggered in circles above the evil spirit. The second bone spear that had appeared in its hand was delayed in being thrown out.
The first attack was a surprise, and the target was a weaker evil spirit. The Winged Skeleton had combat intelligence, although it was not as human as Neris. If this Winged Skeleton could evolve further, it would begin to learn simple languages.
Daniel was a very unlucky person, but what he got was something that others could only come by once in a blue moon. High-level Undead Flames and a Winged Skeleton that could evolve. These things could not be bought in Alchemy City.
The evil spirits were infuriated. A few evil spirits wearing leather armor and dressed like swordsmen leaped up and pounced toward the Winged Skeleton in mid-air. They jumped more than 30 meters high, higher than the height of most buildings.
Bronze Sword Saint!
Salin's throat was dry. A swordsman that could jump so high must have sword aura that could leave their body and hurt people.
Boom, boom, boom!
Neris saw that the Winged Skeleton was about to be cut into pieces, so she could not care about the rhythm of the battle anymore. She drove the Construct Puppet to rush toward the evil spirits. The Construct Puppet accelerated at full speed this time, and the force under its feet extinguished the purple flames directly, revealing the original soil.
Although the Construct Puppet was only more than three meters tall, it weighed tens of thousands of kilograms. When it ran at full speed, its body was a terrifying weapon. Neris commanded the Construct Puppet to crash into the evil spirits.
The sound of metal colliding was extremely intense. The axes and halberds in the Construct Puppet's hands did not attack at all. It just relied on its strong body to ram through the ranks of the evil spirits.
Dozens of weapons stabbed into the Construct Puppet's body, but none of them damaged the parts inside. The Construct Puppet's running speed was too fast, and attacks from the side could not borrow strength from it.
Neris followed the Construct Puppet, and her speed did not slow down at all. In the sky, the Winged Skeleton had its wings cut off. Its third long bone hair was passing through a Bronze Sword Saint's face and flying toward the ground.
Neris reached out, grabbed the broken end of the Winged Skeleton's wing, and turned to run. Even if the Winged Skeleton repaired its wing, it would not be able to fight for a few days. Neris was very curious about this skeleton. She seemed to have some impression of the Undead Plane. Could it be that her parents had been there?
While she was curious, purple flames rose in front of Salin. In the flames, a slender finger held a needle and stabbed toward Salin's calf.
Salin's perception was greatly limited. On his right was Sicar, on his left was Daniel, and behind him was the Construct Puppet. His attention was originally focused on the front, and he did not even notice this hidden assassin.
Schica roared, "Break!"
From the white bone necklace on her neck, a black shadow flew out and formed a totem in the air. This totem symbol accurately hit the hand that was stabbing toward Salin, and Sicar's boomerang was thrown out.
With a clang, the needle broke. The totem symbol only flashed on the assassin's hand, and the assassin's hand was broken inch by inch. Salin broke out in a cold sweat. This was too dangerous. This assassin's level was shockingly high, and his concealment skills were not inferior to Rex's Byrne.
This assassin's hand was broken by Sicar, and he expressionlessly used the other hand to pull out his weapon. His whole body was close. The assassin had a very short spear in his hand. It was so short that it could be stuffed between Salin and the assassin, and there was still plenty of room.
Salin was only three steps away from the assassin. At this distance, the assassin's speed was not slower than magic.
"Salin!"
"Sicar!"
"Master …"
Daniel woodenly released a white bone shackle, trying to stop the other assassin who suddenly appeared behind Sicar. He even knew that this obstruction would not have any effect. The two assassins were both around the sixth-level.
Serial assassins were a common trap for mages. But two sixth-level assassins against a fourth-level mage had never happened before.
Fourth-level mages had extremely sharp senses. One more assassin meant one more risk of being discovered.
But these two assassins were evil spirits. They did not have heartbeats or breathing, and they hid their own aura in the purple flames. Sicar's sudden skill only broke one of the enemy's hands. The other enemy, on the other hand, pounced toward Sicar's back with a slender scimitar in his hand.
The assassin with the short spear ignored the boomerang behind him and pounced toward Salin. Sicar ignored the scimitar behind him and tried to catch up to the assassin in front of him. The one who was the most shocked was Nelis. She had only left Salin for less than a minute, and Salin's life was already in danger.
Salin could not defend against the short spear of a sixth-level assassin.
Chi …
Sicar's back was slashed by the assassin's scimitar. The magic leather armor that Salin had modified for her opened up. Sicar staggered, but threw the stick in her hand.
Salin felt his mind go blank. Sicar's fall to the ground was abnormally slow in his eyes. There was a two-foot-long wound on his back, so deep that bones could be seen. He instinctively released a spell, Mutated Wind Speed.
A layer of mist sprayed out from the surface of Salin's body. He did not dodge the short spear, but instead went to meet it. This evil spirit assassin had no emotions, so naturally he would not be affected by this abnormal phenomenon. The short spear went straight for Salin's lower abdomen.
This was an assassin's killer move. When the spear tip reached the body, he would turn his wrist and let the short spear pierce straight into the heart. For mages, a pierced abdomen would not kill them, but a ruptured heart could not be saved even by a ninth-level mage.
Salin rushed to meet the short spear. There was only one thought in his mind: save Sicar.
Shika's rod hit the back of the assassin, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard from behind. Shika had used all her strength to throw the rod, and she fell to the ground, feeling a little hot on her back. The second assassin's scimitar was not poisonous, but it was sawtooth. The scimitar cut open Sicar's back, causing an unstoppable bleeding.
For the first time, Salin realized how terrifying a high-level assassin could be. Even a strong magical beast would not be able to withstand the stick thrown by Sicar, but this assassin with a short spear still had the strength to stab at him.
But this stab had lost its nimbleness, leaving only speed.
The mist on the surface of Salin's body was already more than a foot thick. He rushed forward, and the tip of the short spear pierced through the mist, stabbing into Salin's ice armor.
With a crack, a crack appeared on the armor. Salin's body was wrapped in the mist, and he jumped up. The assassin's wrist was weak, so he could only let the tip of the spear slide down the ice armor. Salin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he stabbed his left hand into the assassin's face.
He was a mage, but he realized that facing a sixth-level assassin at this distance, all his magic could not kill him instantly. And this enemy was an evil spirit, so he did not care about his own life.
"Go to the real hell!" Salin's left hand emitted a green light, and silently stabbed into the assassin's face.
The second assassin rushed over with a scimitar. Salin saw that the assassin's scimitar still had the flesh from Sicar's back, and his blue eyes almost burst out red.
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