"Emoson, since you were able to place alchemy bombs near my formation equipment, you must have some understanding of formations. Then, do you know what kind of formation you just destroyed?" Connor's indifferent voice drifted through the formation and into Emoson's ears.
"Hmph, I don't know what kind of formation that is. I only need you to stall for time now and prepare to deal with my deployment!" With a cold snort, Emoson, who was trapped in the formation, sneered. After that, he suddenly moved and rushed to the formation's barrier at a very fast speed, wanting to break out of the formation.
However, just as Emoson arrived at the formation's barrier, before he could attack the barrier, several fearless Dark Warriors suddenly rushed out of the black fog around Emoson with sharp blades in their hands. They slashed viciously at Emoson's wrists, neck, and other vital points.
A glint flashed across Emoson's eyes. He took out another cigarette from his pocket, but this time, he wasn't as relaxed as he was yesterday. The two actions of smoking and blowing out smoke rings only took him a second to complete. Just as Emoson expected, the smoke rings he blew out exploded before the Dark Samurai's blade could reach him.
Bang!
With a muffled explosion, the exploding smoke rings immediately blasted the Dark Warriors at the front into pieces. However, Emoson's eyes were full of disappointment at the effect of the explosion. Other than the Dark Warriors at the front who died miserably, the rest of the Dark Warriors only suffered some superficial wounds. The effect was completely different from what Emoson wanted. Although he was very disappointed, Emoson had to put his disappointment to the back of his mind first, because the gleaming sharp blades were still in front of him!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Emoson lived up to his reputation as an assassin. Coupled with the elusive pitch-black dagger in his hand, he moved like a butterfly flitting through flowers. Not only did he neutralize the Dark Warriors' attack, but he also killed two Dark Warriors in the second wave. Although Emoson killed them beautifully, there were ten Dark Warriors in Connor's formation. In addition, they were in the Castilla formation. As long as Connor's magic power could support the formation, the Dark Warriors would not rest until they were dead. Therefore, Emoson, who had just defeated the second wave of Dark Warriors, fell into the third wave of Dark Warriors.
"The formation you destroyed today is called the Dark Light Formation. It's a formation specifically used for concealment and entrapment. This type of formation's offensive power and suppression of the enemy's magic power isn't very strong. However, the formation you're facing now is called the Castilla Formation. It's the main attack method of the top tier 2 magic artifact Castilla Staff. You've already felt its power, haven't you?" Connor's calm voice drifted in the formation. His voice came from all directions into Emoson's ears. Although Connor's voice was very clear, Emoson could not find Connor's position in the formation no matter how hard he tried.
After being besieged by several waves of Dark Warriors in just one or two minutes, Emoson's eyes were filled with anxiety and impatience. Without a doubt, he finally tasted the meaning of Connor's words. If they weren't in the formation, Emoson was confident that even 20 Dark Warriors wouldn't be a match for him, let alone 10!
However, in the Castilla Formation, under the suppression of the formation's energy, every spell he cast and every action he made would not only be 20% to 40% less powerful than under normal circumstances, but it would also consume more than half of his magic power. In this extremely disadvantageous situation, he still had to face 10 endless, tireless, fearless killing machines that didn't know what pain was. As long as he didn't have an absolute advantage in terms of strength, he would be able to break out of the formation and leave. Then, he would have a taste of despair here!
Despite the impatience in his eyes, Emoson's killer heart was still very calm. He knew that he had to leave this place at all costs. There was a real possibility that he would die in this terrifying formation and become another soul that would die in Connor's hands!
After successfully controlling the dagger to attack the two Dark Warriors in front of him again, Emoson's eyes flashed with determination. He immediately took out the dark purple flying needle that he used to attack Connor yesterday from his space ring. However, judging from the way he controlled the dagger to attack the Dark Warrior while holding the flying needle in his hand, it didn't seem like he wanted to use the same flying needle to attack Connor like he did yesterday. Instead, he seemed to want to … detonate this rare tier-2 flying needle magic item so that he could use the shockwave from the explosion to charge out of the formation in one fell swoop.
Connor, who was in a corner of the Castilla Formation, saw Emoson's actions. Not only did he not panic at Emoson's attempt to detonate his magic item, he even smiled. However, no matter how you looked at it, this smile of his was full of pity.
Clap!
Amidst the mournful wails of the dark purple flying needle, Emoson was about to complete the self-destruction of this magic artifact when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of a finger snapping. Initially, Emoson's attention had been focused on how to resist the endless attacks of the Dark Warriors and how to make the flying needle self-destruct, so he didn't pay much attention to this sudden finger snap. However, after this finger snap, Emoson discovered to his horror that the dark purple flying needle in his hand was no longer under his control!
Just as Emoson didn't know what had happened and was at a loss for what to do, he once again discovered that the dark purple flying needle was emitting violent energy waves. Emoson wanted to throw the flying needle out, but it was already too late. Before he could throw it out, the flying needle had already exploded. Emoson didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was smashed into pieces by the explosion. His flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and not even a complete piece of bone was left behind.
Walking out of the black fog, Connor slowly shook his head as he smelled the nauseating stench of blood drifting in the Formation. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "The flying needle was refined by Reyes, and I studied Reyes' alchemy. Since the flying needle is in my hands, I naturally know what it's used for. I just need to make some small changes … Emoson, this is your destiny!"
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