The first time the flail with the [Comet Impact] effect was thrown out, Ciric's projection was tragically hit!

Charles laughed, attacked one ring after another, and pressed forward again, and the rotten chain flail slammed into the bookcase and the wall with a wave of air, and the already rotten wooden bookcase immediately fell apart, and the wall behind the bookcase was smashed directly into a hole, and the cobweb-like cracks clicked to the entire wall.

After the second attack, Ciric's blood mist projection suddenly shattered, but the system didn't give a kill prompt, and Charles didn't naively think that he could take away a god's projection with two basic attacks.

"Hiding or invisible?"

Looking around, a trace of blood-colored mist swirls in the field of vision, and this environment is like a forest in the fog, perfect for wanderers to fight. What's more, Ciric's body is a wanderer, and the skills of stealth and hiding are almost instinctive for him, although the projection has not fully inherited the strength of his body, but the wisdom and combat awareness are still there.

However, the house was so large, and in the narrow terrain, Charles was not afraid of Ciric.

It's Shirek who is anxious now, not him!

As for why, Charles knows far more than the other players.

In the second meeting of the gods, the trial of Ciric lost the 'illusion' and 'conspiracy' priesthood in a row, fell to medium divine power, and his vitality was greatly damaged, he should have hid in the kingdom of God with his tail between his legs to recuperate, this time the focus on the Dark Citadel is probably also a last resort, and the 'Nether Energy Core' also has a lot of attraction to the gods.

Ciric also knew better than the others that although he had fallen to medium divine power, he was under no less surveillance than before.

For example, Bane, such as Sha'er, and the good gods, Tyr, Loshanda, and so on, were almost all watching his every move. And this time, his followers opened the blood sacrifice, and the movement caused by it must not be hidden for long.

To put it simply, today's Ciric is like a rat who secretly goes to the nether.

He would never dare to covet the two goddesses, but if the subject was replaced by the 'Nether Core', Ciric would have the determination to win it in the Nether this time.

Of course, judging from the current situation, Ciric is too small to be bold, and he doesn't even dare to cast a battle clone into the Nether, so what can a mere projection do?

Charles stood in the room, unmoved.

"Mayvis, give me the real-time directions of the dark sun......" he kept in touch with the silver dragon.

After all, the silver dragon is a master at manipulating fog and weather, and both evil dragons and good dragons have a natural 'telepathy' for all kinds of stealth and hiding. In the minstrels' mouths, there are too many stories of dragon slayers who were wiped out the moment they first stepped into the dragon's lair.

"It's coming!" As soon as he spoke, Mayvis reminded.

[Deadly Sneak Attack]!

On the remains of the bookcase on the right hand side, a blood-colored long sword suddenly condensed and stabbed out of the blood mist, almost silently, without even a trace of airflow.

Replaced by other high-perception exemplary priest players were properly hit, but Charles, with Mayvis's warning, immediately raised his shield in this direction, and hid his body behind the shield, and at the same time, the rotten chain flail in his right hand swept out with all his strength, and the whole room resounded with a piercing sound of air.

Compared to Ciric's sneak attack, Charr's attack is undoubtedly a fierce way!

"It's just a trick......," Ciric laughed disdainfully in the blood mist, and another sword suddenly stabbed out from Charles' back.

"You forgot about my weapon blast!"

Charles was unhurried to keep throwing the shackles, and the spiked chain hammer that swept out faintly dragged a meteor tail effect, snapping, first of all, the ruins of the bookcase that were close to him were swept by the air wave and all fell upside down and smashed on the wall, and then the blood sword behind him shook suddenly, and Ciric's blood mist projection was hit by the diffuse damage, and he retreated with a muffled grunt, and the room fell silent again.

"It's time for spells." Charles chuckled at Mavis and said, "When Ciric reappears, bind him with the Shadow Tentacles, and I'll give him a martial arts strike!" His little body is absolutely unbearable! ”

"No problem!"

One person and one dragon are communicating easily, and it is not worth the projection of Ciric.

Cellule curled up in the corner and looked stupid.

Oh, my God.

This Dark Guardian of Bane does not have the information that the player has obtained from the system god, so he is bent on believing that Ciric's blood mist projection is very powerful and invincible.

In addition, the deity is usually a tall and sacred image in the minds of the natives, and even if Shirek does something funny, Celul does not dare to truly despise a true god as the player does.

And now what is unfolding in her eyes is a bizarre battle.

The projection of the blood mist of Cirek, who occupies a favorable environment, has been repeatedly swept away by Priest Ogmar's shackles.

Listening to the sound of the flail throwing her breath, Serul couldn't help but swallow. Secretly speculating about the power of a hammer on the flail, if you change it to yourself, how many hammers can you eat?

Ciric was finally cornered.

"Give me the Nether core!" He roared and threw out the blood mist, and used his teleportation skill to appear in front of Charles at once, imitating the blood sword in the shape of the artifact 'razor', and stabbed straight into Charles's head with inhuman speed and precision.

"Die!"

The blood-mist shadow blurred the face looked hideous and distorted.

"[High Shadow Tentacles] (Five Rings)!"

The five-ring spell that Mei Weisi had already pinched suddenly bloomed at this moment, swishing, and more than a dozen black virtual tentacles in the blood mist were dancing wildly, like a group of snakes, quickly entangled the hands and feet of the blood mist projection.

High-level wanderers have too many escape skills, so Charles activated the master-level genre combat skills without a trace of hesitation at the moment when the shadow tentacles bound the Shiric projection-

[Chain Cage]!

The flails weaved into a black shadow cage, and Ciric's projection screamed, just triggering the ability to escape, only to emerge with the thud of the hammer.

"Let's finish!"

Charles pulled off the flail and stepped back, and the shield in his left hand disappeared, replaced by a golden emblem!

"[Flame Strike Technique] (Five Rings)!"

A huge pillar of fire fell from the sky, and the ceiling of the house was smashed out of a large hole, Charles clutched the emblem and hurriedly ran out of the burning room, Serul followed him closely, and as soon as he came out, he fell to the ground, and the armor on his body was blackened by the flames in many places.

[System: Killed 'Ciric's Blood Mist Projection.'] 】

[Experience points have been increased.] 】

[Divinity +1.] 】

After receiving the battle prompt, Charles immediately opened the character panel, and immediately said in surprise: "The experience has actually increased by 30%...... Now has 70% progress...... Level 25 is almost there! ”

1 point of divinity is also a big gain.

Call.

While breathing a sigh of relief, Charles sincerely thanked the ancient silver dragon, "Mei Weisi, this time it is thanks to you. ”

The silver dragon, which lives in spirit form, is simply the nemesis of wanderers, and if Charles wants to, he can do a lot with the help of the dragon's 'psychic perception'. It can even listen to the wall word for word from a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Don't let your guard down." "The blood mist hasn't cleared yet, and Ciric can still cast countless projections. Compared with the battle clones, these projections are the difference between ants and giants, and the loss of the body is not great when they die, and this loss can be recovered by resting in a short period of time......"

"That's right." Charles had a big headache.

Ciric is a madman, don't speculate on the mind of a madman.

The 'Nether Core' is now in his hands, and Ciric can do anything. The madman who is driven into a hurry is very scary.

"No matter, let's go to the ground and join the Legion first......"

Charles glanced at Seluer, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and before the female lord of Santil Fort could calm down, she immediately opened a four-ring [Any Door] spell to escape.

Without the Nether Enchantment, he can now teleport at will in the Dark Ciep and use displacement spells at will.

Back to the ground.

At this time, the Rock Leader and the rebels had not yet launched a general attack on the Dark Fortress, but the inside of the fortress collapsed without a fight, and the dark soldiers who believed in Bane seemed to have lost their minds, covered their ears, cried and smashed their heads against the wall.

There was the chanting of the Syric believers in the blood mist, and the low-ranking soldiers could not bear this mental and spiritual influence, and had a mad and demonic demeanor, which was very normal in the eyes of the Charles.

However, many dark soldiers who believed in Shirek were obviously manipulated by the will of the gods in the underworld, and their eyes were blood-colored and surging out of the streets and alleys.

"Blasphemer, die!"

"Stop!"

"Hand over the Netherner!"

The manipulated Dark Soldiers charged in rows, and the Charr was so frustrated that he repelled several groups of men and horses before launching his flying spells.

However, before the sky had flown far, the scene of the blood-colored fortress in the field of vision suddenly blurred, and another picture gradually became clear in the eyes, the smell of sulfur came to the nose, the evil demon roared on the ground, the purgatory dragon flew in the sky, and the demon castle standing on the cliff, there was a majestic and cold voice that said: "Surrender or die-"

Charles was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Abyss Phantom? ”

"It's a pity, I've seen a more realistic scene of the abyss, no, maybe to put it another way, I've been teleported to the abyss, I've seen the demon army, I've seen the demon mother Night, this kind of inferior illusion is of no use to me."

"Get out, Ciric!" Charles said, turning his head to look around.

The system will give a hint: Exemption from [Abyss Mirage] (Six Rings).

......With his back to Bloody Sun, another projection of Shirek disarmed and appeared in front of Charles.

There is no difference just by looking at the appearance, but the information of the system is very clear:

[Shirek's Blood Mist Projection]

Health: ? /？

Class: Illusionist lv30

Attributes: Strength 20, Constitution 20, Agility 20, Intelligence 20, Perception 20, Charisma 20

……”

The class has changed, from an assassin monster to a mage monster!

The illusionist of the Seven Rings!

"[Colorful Jet] (One Ring)!"

"Exemption."

"[Curse of Fusion] (Three Rings)!"

"Exemption."

"Phantom Killer (Four Rings)!"

"Exemption."

Ciric's blood mist projection seems to have inherited the divine power of the original body to cast spells instantly, in short, the first ring to the seventh ring spell of the illusion faction, Charles has tasted it in a short period of time.

The most threatening to him is the Seven Rings [High Shadow Spell], Ciric used shadow matter to simulate a six-ring spell spell [Acid Mist], the blood mist that originally only had the sound of chanting immediately floated with a slight strong acid, and Charr's health was falling rapidly, and finally he threw 2 healing spells and drank 1 bottle of instantaneous potion in a row before he brought back his blood bar milk.

"Don't go—"

Charles looked at the projection of Shirek's blood mist that suddenly disappeared into the sky and exclaimed, "I'm only 30% experience away from reaching level 25!" Come out! ”

The Supreme King's Seat, the kingdom of God in the dark sun.

A slender man roared angrily, "This damn Ogmar priest! ”

"My Lord ......"

The soul of the semi-legendary priest Dihamon was led to the kingdom of God by him, and now Dihamon knelt under the throne and said in a loud voice: "My lord, this blasphemer must be punished, the Nether nucleus must be taken back, and the Dark Citadel must be taken, and our church needs this fortress to consolidate its influence in the West and the Northland!" ”

Bang!

Enraged, Ciric kicked Dihamon away and scolded, "Do you think I don't want to? Damn, there are too many gods staring at me, Bane, Sha'er, Ogma...... If I forcibly descend the battle clone, the gods will follow, and I will be the one who will be injured! You bullshit guys just know that they are full of sanctions, sanctions, sanctions! ”

"If it weren't for your incompetence, how would you have made me fall as a combat clone? At the end of the day, you're all garbage, rubbish, and I don't have you melon-skinned believers! ”

Ciric had no godly demeanor at all, cursing wantonly in his own kingdom, and had no respect for even a devout believer like Dihamon.

Dihamon hung his head, and when Ciric finished venting, he said slowly: "My lord, at this point, you can only save the situation in one fell swoop by descending the doppelganger of the gods......

"Let me think!" Ciric looked tangled, pacing around the throne with his hands in his hands, and did not answer his priest for a long time.

"Ugh." Dihamon sighed inwardly, but he didn't dare to think nonsense. His soul is in the kingdom of God, and Cirek can detect any of his thoughts, and if there is ungodliness and blasphemy, the dark sun of irritability may be the first to cut him to the flag.

"Don't run!"

Above the Dark Keep, Charles chases after Ciric's second projection.

At this time, the Rock Leader and the Resistance Alliance finally launched an attack in the middle of the night, and the Dark Fortress was once again filled with gunsmoke, but this time, the Dark Soldiers' defense line was particularly weak, and without the Iron Golem army and the Magic Cannon, players and Native Professionals could rush into the fortress at will, and the sound of war cries could be heard everywhere.

Holding the emblem and locking on to Shirek, Charles throws the second and last [Flame Strike] on the spell slot of the day!

"Boom"

In the blink of an eye, the pillar of fire shrouded the projection of Ciric who was absconding, and Charles looked at the illusionist projection that dissipated in the flames, and was stunned, he did not receive the system's kill prompt!

Phantom!

Charles suddenly turned around, and sure enough, there was a strong spell aura surging behind him! (To be continued.) )