Everyone thought that they were the main characters on the stage of life. But without anyone, the world continued to operate.
Everyone thought that they were chess players in a chess game. In fact, it was only when they were eaten that they realized that they were just chess pieces.
Everyone felt that they were hunters in a confrontation. It was only when there was no way to escape that they realized that they were the prey.
It wasn't until the mages sealed off the last passage that the elders of the Hanen Society realized that they were the ones who had fallen into the trap.
The battle that had originally been a sure win was completely different because of a dead person and a living person.
The Hanen Society's command system was the first to fall into chaos. Were they supposed to attack the group that had challenged them, the leaders of the various organizations in Storm Bay, resist the legendary figure who had established the organization in his name but had betrayed them, or chase down the mage who had cut off everyone's retreat?
Especially in the darkness where there was only a glimmer of light, even if the people of the Hanen Society had prepared night vision props and potions, it didn't mean that they had a way to control everything that was happening in the underground palace. In addition, they weren't an army. At most, they were at the level of street thugs. At most, they were some very capable thugs. No matter how capable they were, they couldn't change the drawbacks of doing their own things.
When the anger of having their retreat cut off subsided, the difference in numbers was no longer a reason to underestimate the other party. The people of the Hanen Society finally understood their situation, but they were unable to change all of this.
The front line that besieged the leaders of the various organizations in Storm Bay could be said to be the best part of the situation. However, with Uzov Gantia's men and the four silver-bearded dwarves as the backbone, the two magic apprentices went around putting out fires. Although it was difficult to prevent their comrades from being injured, they still managed to maintain this front line.
The reason why the Hanen Society couldn't invest more people in this line and form a stronger pressure was, of course, the sutured corpse and the mage who had killed their way into their midst.
As the core members of the Hanen Society, they had seen the giant rock Hanen fight more than once. Every time they saw it, their blood would boil. Punches could hurt people, and broken bones could also hurt people. If the claws weren't sharp enough, there were still teeth. If the arms weren't strong enough, there were still legs! The sutured corpse completely used the method of exchanging injury for injury, punching flesh until the other party was beaten down.
In any case, he was a dead person to begin with. Whatever part of his body was broken, he could just replace it with a new one. The reason why the damage rate was so high was because these body parts were not his body parts from the Dark Age when he was at his peak. It was said that it was the remains of an old god, a body pieced together from the body of a god. At that time, Juyan Han En's battle prowess was enough to slay gods.
It wasn't that the Hanen Society didn't have a way to dig up the corpse of a powerhouse and replace the broken limbs of the stitched corpse. It was that they didn't dare. Back then, using the limbs of ordinary humans, this stitched up corpse could kill a magical beast on its own. Even a group of them would find it troublesome to deal with it.
Compared to the enemy, they were more afraid of losing control of the sutured corpse. In the end, they could not trust an undead that had survived the Dark Age. That worry of his had been fulfilled today.
When Giant Rock Hanen attacked them with the same ferocity, and even used techniques that they had never seen him use before, the people of Hanen Club collapsed.
The exposed broken bones of the broken arm accurately pierced into the vital parts of the body. If one was hit by his palm, shoulder hit, or back hit, the person who was attacked would first dehydrate and then melt as if their insides were boiling. The process was slow and painful. At first, the people who fought against him didn't care, but as one victim after another appeared and joined the Hanen Society, this group of people who had done all kinds of evil became afraid.
If there was any hope, it was that this stitched up corpse wasn't invincible. As long as they could attack from his blind spots, they could always get some results. The weapon that was so huge that the word "Despair" could be written on it became an insurmountable barrier around the mage who didn't wear any armor.
The elders of the Hanen Society didn't rely on age and bloodline to achieve their current status. They were also ruthless people who had killed their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of bones, especially those mages who thought highly of themselves.
Usually, when facing such opponents, as long as they dispelled the magic on them, it would be enough to make them panic and make all kinds of mistakes, eventually dying at their hands. When had they ever met a mage like this one before them? Without auxiliary magic, he dared to fight head-on with his physical strength.
And dispelled all the magic effects on this mage, not just auxiliary magic, but also defensive magic, including the wind barrier that could deflect the trajectory of long-range weapons. A group of warriors who knew how to use bows and arrows gathered in the shortest time possible and fired a volley of arrows.
In the faint light, there was only a whistle, but no trace of the arrows. It should have been more fatal, but the mage who should have been hit by the arrows acted as if nothing had happened and didn't stop his killing pace.
Even if he couldn't escape with a flash spell, making the threat disappear in front of him was also a way. The Dimensional Banishment Spell was the real reason why a certain someone could save his life. But not many people could see it. In the eyes of others, they would only think that the arrows that should have hit him but disappeared for no reason were because they were seeing things.
When the dust settled, Lin didn't leave anyone behind. He bragged in front of the other party and finally sent them to their deaths. Bad people died because they talked too much. He understood this principle better than anyone. Not to mention, the other person didn't hold back either. He could only use the Illumination Spell to light up every corner of the underground palace after he ended the last enemy's life.
The stitched corpse that hadn't met its true death was only left with half of its body, an arm, and a head. As for the remaining half of its spine, it was as if he didn't feel anything and let it drag on the ground. Because he couldn't get up, he leaned against the ground and crawled with only one arm until he came in front of Lich, who hadn't made a move since the beginning. He lowered his head again and said:
"Your Majesty …"
Fen said first: "You've become so weak that it's ridiculous."
The stitched corpse didn't reply, nor did he even say anything. He just came in front of its master and humbly lowered his head, completely without the attitude of killing as before.
Lich stood up from the temporary throne. Without the support of magic, the sand fell back to the ground as if nothing had happened. She came to her old subordinate, squatted down and said: "Call me Fen, Fen Ni, don't call me Your Majesty. I hate that last name, and I hate what I did in the past. "
"Yes, master."
Fen shrugged indifferently at the change of title. She pulled out the machete from her waist and raised it high. At the same time, she said: "Shi Dong, raise your head."
The stitched corpse forced himself to stand up and raised his head. The blade of the machete was shining like white light, but he didn't have any expression. It was as if he had guessed the result, or he had already been prepared.
Lich raised the machete and the head of the stitched corpse fell to the ground. The people who were still alive and watching all felt their hearts tighten. Fen directly stabbed the tip of the machete into the head and raised it up: "You're so weak that I don't even want to keep you by my side. Let's do this for now. If there's a chance, I'll help you recover. Also, give up the name 'Hanen'. I've forgotten which bastard gave you that name. It's completely meaningless. You don't have any objections, do you? "
"Yes, master. The corpse has no objections. "The sewn up corpse with only one head was still able to speak and even move its eyeballs. Fen, on the other hand, was used to it. She took out a hemp rope that came out of nowhere and directly threaded it through Shi Dong's temple. Once the knot was tied again, it would become a talking head that could be carried or held.
Seeing Fen's expression soften, Lin knew that she had untied a knot in her heart. That was why he dared to approach and ask his two battered and exhausted apprentices. "How are you? Are you okay? You seem to have good hands and feet. I don't think you need to find new limbs to reattach them. "
"Hmph!" "Hmph!" The two girls moved in unison, one on the left and one on the right. They shook their heads to show their teacher. A certain someone was stunned. After leaving the adrenaline rush of battle mode, a certain someone's thinking ability seemed to have dropped. Actually, it didn't change. It just returned to its original level. For a moment, he couldn't figure out how he had provoked these two young ladies.
Lich, who was in a good mood, didn't wait to watch a good show. She directly revealed the reason and said, "They're angry that you didn't tell them and jumped in alone to kill. They wanted to follow, but I persuaded them not to. They're not strong enough and can't even protect your escape route. They'll only cause trouble if they follow. "
In response, a certain someone could only laugh bitterly. Let them follow? He felt that it would be more dangerous for him.
At this time, the others noticed a frightening fact. This magician didn't have any blood on him!
One had to know that when the Battleship Slicing Blade was used, blood would fall like rain. However, the person standing closest to him didn't have any blood on him.
But the truth was that a certain someone who had read too many wuxia novels was very wary of people spitting out a mouthful of poisonous blood before they died. Therefore, Lin would directly use the Dimensional Banishment Spell to deal with any liquid that was about to splash on him or anything that was uncertain. This made him so clean that it was as if he had just been washed and dried.
And among the people present, the person who wanted to shout the most was actually Uzov Gantia. The comments on the forum about this man who was attached to the former Devil King were that he was a good-for-nothing guy without a Magic Tower.
He really wanted those people who made such comments to come here and take a look. They wanted to see how this bloody place was caused by a good-for-nothing guy. Although he was like a different person in battle than usual, this didn't affect his lethality.
He and his close companions looked at each other. Their tacit understanding allowed them to understand some relatively simple things without having to speak. And when they looked at each other, they both smiled bitterly. Uzov Gantia silently raised the danger level of this magician by several levels. He was also listed as a target that couldn't be provoked.
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