But the speed of the Minotaur's escape was far slower than Han Jin's pursuit. With just a step, Han Jin caught up from behind. The giant axe in his hand drew a shadow in the air, and with a shrill whistling sound, it slashed diagonally towards the back of the Minotaur's head.
Hearing the strange sound behind him, the Minotaur subconsciously turned his head while running. As a result, he only saw a huge axe blade. He was shocked and wanted to raise his axe to block, but the joints on his arm had been shocked stiff by Han Jin's strength. He simply couldn't make any movements. The next moment, Han Jin's giant axe chopped into his body, splitting him in two from head to shoulder.
At this time, the surrounding Minotaur reacted. But to Han Jin's surprise, after their leader died, they didn't scatter in all directions. Instead, they roared with blood red eyes and rushed towards Han Jin.
Looking at the Minotaur swarming towards him, Han Jin smiled bitterly. His strength was still not strong enough. He had already used up a lot of strength to get rid of the Minotaur warrior just now. His whole body was aching, and his chest and abdomen were also surging with blood. If there were a few more attacks, perhaps the one who would be running away would be Han Jin.
Two axes crisscrossed and slashed towards Han Jin. Han Jin held the giant axe in his right hand and took a step back. His left hand flicked like a butterfly, and two fire charms shot out at an extremely fast speed, smashing into the faces of the two Minotaur.
The distance was too close, and the two Minotaur simply didn't have time to react. Moreover, they thought that Han Jin was just a warrior. They never thought that Han Jin could release magic. When they saw the flames, it was too late.
Boom … Boom … Two loud sounds were heard, and the two Minotaur were wrapped in raging flames and flew out. They fell to the ground and didn't move. The flames were still burning, and the air was filled with a thick smell of barbecued meat.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was definitely not a big fireball. A big fireball would quickly extinguish after the explosion, but the Minotaurs could not see it. They were only stunned for a moment before they swarmed forward again.
Han Jin's right hand waved the giant axe like a windmill. Although he had already consumed a lot of his physical strength, it was still not a problem for him to wield the giant axe that weighed more than 50 kilograms. His left hand would release a fire talisman from time to time. In any case, he no longer needed these low-level talismans, so he could just dump them all at once!
The more the Taurens fought, the more frightened they became. To be honest, they were not afraid of the giant axe in Han Jin's hand, but the big fireball that could be released without chanting scared them from the bottom of their hearts. If it was an ordinary magician releasing an attack, at least they would have some time to react, but Han Jin was releasing magic in close combat! That terrifying hand was swaying in front of their eyes. If he took one more step, he would be able to slap them in the face. At such a short distance, even if they knew that the opponent was about to release magic, they would not be able to dodge or block.
Han Jin seemed to be very calm. He fought and retreated at the same time. When he had retreated more than 20 meters, there were more than a dozen Minotaurs' bodies on the street. The Minotaurs' attacks were getting more and more scattered and disheartened.
At this moment, a golden stream of light flew over from afar, followed by a powerful pressure that made one's heart palpitate. The remaining Minotaurs were stunned for a moment before they screamed and turned to flee with all their might.
Guevara had already taken off his helmet and stood there calmly. He looked at Han Jin from head to toe and asked with a smile of appreciation, "You're not hurt?"
Han Jin smiled. "When it comes to escaping, there are not many people who can beat me."
Neither of them cared about the fleeing Minotaurs, as if nothing had happened. They were just a group of small fries.
Guevara also smiled. "Little guy, you have great potential. I didn't expect you to be able to disrupt their battle line."
"Ahem …" Han Jin coughed dryly.
"Oh, it's Mr. Raphael."
Han Jin didn't know what to do with Guevara. There was no way he could defeat him, and Guevara was an elder, so he couldn't be impolite. He looked in the direction where Guevara had come from and saw soldiers of the Riptide Regiment everywhere. They were chasing after the defeated soldiers of Black Raven City. Then, he saw Ronning rushing towards them from afar. Only then did he remember that he had been so engrossed in the battle with the Minotaur that he had almost forgotten about the Purifying Crystal.
"There shouldn't be any problems here. Would you like to come with me to find Prader, or …" Han Jin asked.
"What? Don't you have confidence in facing a dark magician? "Guevara seemed to be in a good mood. He even joked with Han Jin.
Han Jin shrugged. "Of course not. But if Mr. Guevara does it, I can guarantee that nothing will go wrong. It will also save us some time."
Hearing Han Jin's words, Guevara, who knew that time was running out, stopped smiling and nodded.
Han Jin led Guevara to the direction pointed out by the Minotaurs. Along the way, they encountered several groups of defenders who resisted, but they were not in the mood to fight with the enemies. Of course, the enemies were not in the mood to fight with them, either. Soon, Han Jin and Guevara arrived at the square in the center of the city.
A few Minotaurs ran over from the other side in a panic. When they saw Han Jin and Guevara, they ran in the opposite direction in a panic. Han Jin caught up with one of the Minotaurs and kicked him to the ground. He then bent down and asked softly, "Where is the altar?"
"It's, it's under the square." It seemed that the Minotaurs were scared out of their wits. After being caught by Han Jin, they lay there trembling and did not have any intention to resist.
"Where is the entrance?"
"It's in the palace over there." The Minotaurs pointed at a palace not far away.
Han Jin looked at the palace. It was at least a thousand square meters. He frowned and asked, "Do you know the exact location? If you know, bring us there quickly, if you still want to live! "
The Minotaurs trembled even more violently. "My, my Lord, I have never been to the altar. I really don't know. There seems to be an entrance over there, but it should be sealed."
"Bring us there." Han Jin grabbed the Minotaurs' back and lifted them up.
On the other side of the square, there was indeed a staircase that extended downwards. After walking for more than ten meters, there was a tight door in front of them. Han Jin pushed the door with his hand. The door was made of metal and was very heavy. It seemed that there was something stuck inside and could not be pushed open.
Guevara did not say a word. He straightened the war spear in his hand and thrust it forward. An extremely pure golden light suddenly shone brightly. It was so bright that people could not open their eyes. Then, there was an earth-shattering bang. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and the ground shook violently. The rocks and dust above their heads fell like hail. Han Jin could not help but use both of his arms to protect his head.
After a moment, everything returned to normal. Guevara was still as calm as ever, but the war spear in his hand was twisted beyond recognition. Han Jin had almost turned into a native. His body was covered in a thick layer of dust, and even his hair had changed color. He was flustered and flustered. He had no choice. He did not have any combat energy to protect himself, and he could not use Earthmeld for such a trivial matter. He did not have the right to be extravagant, so he could only look at Guevara with resentment in his eyes.
With a creak, Han Jin turned around and found that the Minotaur had fainted from the shock of Guevara's thunderous attack. The two iron doors that were tightly shut had been blown open. Half of the door was still intact, while the other half was leaning against the wall at a slanted angle.
"Let's go." Guevara threw the war spear that had been deformed by the huge force to the side and took the lead to walk down.
Han Jin followed closely behind. Seeing that Guevara had no weapon in his hand, Han Jin took two steps forward and handed over the giant axe in his hand. "Sir, use this."
Guevara glanced at Han Jin as he walked, but he did not take the axe. He smiled and said, "Why? Do you think I'm old? It's just a little mage. Don't be so nervous. "
"Of course not. I just think that it would be more convenient to have a weapon," Han Jin explained.
"Here in Zagunéd, there are only a few people who have the ability to force me to use a weapon," Guevara said proudly. "As for that dark mage, he is not qualified yet!"
Seeing that Guevara was so confident, Han Jin felt that it was inappropriate to say anything more, so he followed beside Guevara.
The underground palace was very large, but it was different from the labyrinthine ones that Han Jin had seen before. A wide main road ran across the entire palace. Han Jin randomly caught an Evil Eye and asked for directions. As long as they followed the main road, they would reach the altar.
In the depths of the palace, Prader sat calmly on the high altar. On the altar in front of him was a huge crystal. In fact, there were only a few people left in the underground palace, but Prader did not leave. It was not because he missed this place, but because he clearly knew that even if he escaped to the surface, he would not be able to escape from Black Raven City.
Most importantly, to remove the curse, he had to use the Purifying Crystal. For ordinary people, it was impossible for them to even hear about this kind of crystal, let alone use it. Therefore, Prader believed that as long as those people did not know how to use the Purifying Crystal, they would not hurt him, and he would have a chance to survive.
Finally, Han Jin and Guevara saw the altar at the end of the road. At the same time, Prader also saw them.
Although there were only two people in front of him, Prader had already felt the enormous pressure from Guevara from afar. However, he still sat there calmly. The more powerful the people who came, the more serious they were about the curse, and the greater his chance of survival.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, as if he had seen something horrible, Prader's eyes widened and he stood up from his seat.
"You …" Prader's hand trembled as he pointed to the front. He could not even complete his sentence.
"It's you," Guevara said indifferently. Guevara said faintly. However, the coldness in his eyes revealed his current state of mind.
"Sir, do you know him?" Han Jin asked in surprise.
"Haha, of course I know him. During the years in Nuremberg, he took good care of me." Guevara's gloomy laughter echoed in the empty hall. His voice was filled with bone-deep hatred.
"You, how can you still be alive?" Prader's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
"Do you think I'm dead? Then I'm sorry to disappoint you. "Guevara looked at Prader mockingly.
Prader's finger that was pointing at Guevara was still trembling, but unlike before, his lips were trembling as well. He looked extremely nervous.
As he spoke, Guevara's footsteps did not stop as he slowly walked towards the altar. When he was about 20 meters away from the altar, Guevara's body suddenly emitted a golden light. His whole body drew a series of afterimages in the air and rushed toward the altar at lightning speed.
At the same time, a magic wand suddenly appeared in Prader's trembling hand. It was gray and mottled all over. It looked like it had been there for a long time.
A huge black sphere suddenly appeared at the top of the magic wand and rushed toward Guevara. Then, Prader's feet moved, and a fence made of steel pillars as thick as an arm fell from the sky between him and Guevara, dividing the hall into two parts.
Devour?! Guevara was shocked and quickly dodged the black sphere. The black sphere brushed past Guevara's body and hit the ground. Very quickly, the hard ground melted as if it had encountered a piece of ice. A large hole was quickly formed on the ground.
Guevara's expression became serious. How could Prader cast such a high-level spell instantly? But Guevara soon realized that Prader had pretended to be terrified and his lips were trembling. In fact, he was just trying to cover up the fact that he was reciting the spell silently.
"Haha …" Prader laughed, but his laughter was filled with desolation. He had intended to use the removal of the curse as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Guevara. At the very least, he wanted to save his own life. However, Guevara was the one who came. Prader's heart sank. He wanted Guevara to forget the past and the hatred between them, but that was just a fantasy!
"Guevara, it … it was Zaguned who asked me to do this. You can't blame me!" Prader said in a helpless tone. He was making a last effort.
"Do you think you can stop me with this?" Guevara sneered and knocked on the fence in front of him.
Seeing that Guevara did not respond to his pleas, Prader was really desperate. But suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He turned around and raised his magic wand. A big fireball appeared out of nowhere and flew toward the Purifying Crystal. Since he was going to die, he might as well take all the cursed people with him!
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