Infinite Mask Game

The lights in the church were dim and the silence and solemnity of the past were restored.

After a moderately fierce battle, the Firebringer team, as uninvited guests, sank into the sand and was completely wiped out.

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Wei Miao walked slowly among the ten corpses. Whenever she passed a relatively intact corpse, she would stab him in the head to prevent fraud.

There is no death prompt in Masquerade, which means that players still cannot take it lightly after victory. It is best to be cautious when cleaning up the battlefield after the battle.

Father Webb remained on the defensive after the battle. As a guardian who watched Euphia grow up, he knew her strength very well, and he just had to do it without causing any trouble.

Wei Miao strolled up to the priest, swung the knife and slashed, shaking off the remaining blood on the knife, and sheathed the knife.

The bone scabbard was pinned to her waist and was of just the right length.

Whether it is a knife or a bone sheath, the material is extraordinary.

The main material of the blade of the Night Cut is metal ore from the periphery of the Evernight Domain. After years of tempering by the Power of the Evernight, it has excellent conductivity of the Power of the Evernight and amazing strength and toughness.

The bone sheath is made from the leg bone of the eternal night creature called "Night Dire". Interestingly, the leg bone was bought by the blacksmith Ike from the Church of the Holy Fire. The most proud work in his life is the Night Cut.

It is strictly forbidden to use materials related to Yongye to forge weapons, and he is still under the protection of Yongye Church. This man had a weird temperament, and was only willing to hand over Ye Zai after meeting Euphia, saying that he wanted to find a master of swordsmanship who could fully express his efforts.

There were slight splatters of blood on Wei Miao's body, most conspicuous on her silver cloak, but because the fabric was smooth, it naturally dripped to the ground as she moved around.

At this moment, her aura was calm and restrained, and no one could tell that the crisp killing just now came from her hands.

"A remote town like Alade has always been outside the sight of the Church of the Holy Fire, but it sent a team of fire carriers to encircle and suppress it..." Father Webb looked serious, "I'm afraid, someone inside has leaked the secret."

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared again at the arched door decorated with iron rings and lace. They walked against the light with steady steps.

A burning sensation hit my face.

"This is..." Father Webb looked at one of them with a moved expression, "The Son of the Divine Flame!"

Wei Miao looked at the man walking on the left. The burning sensation on his body was much weaker than that of the man next to him.

Even weaker than the miscellaneous fish in the ten-man team.

This is not a sign of weakness, on the contrary, his power is highly restrained, much stronger than his powerful companions.

His facial lines are strong, his expression is cold, his falcon-like blue eyes are unruffled, and his short black hair has a clear trend. He is wearing a typical red priest's robe with a hood, and his strong figure can be faintly seen.

In his hand was a black and red spear.

This is what the priest calls the son of the Divine Flame, Simon Packet. He has a high status in the Church of the Holy Fire and is powerful. He often goes deep into the realm of eternal night to hunt.

He also often hunts people from the Eternal Night Church.

As for the person next to him, it is his frequent accomplice, the Black Glove of the Holy Fire Church, Joe Ramey.

People from both sides faced off, but no one spoke.

Wei Miao and Ximen's eyes met, one had a slightly inexplicable smile, the other was cold and calm.

Qiao's palm deflected slightly, but such a subtle movement could not escape the capture of Wei Miao and the priest.

The priest rolled to the side, while Wei Miao jumped forward, her figure brisk.

Three sharp spears composed of flames stabbed down from the void above the place. When they hit the ground, they exploded violently, spreading a ring of fire around them.

The priest holds his right hand empty, and the dark and deep eternal night neutralizes the ring of fire to avoid the negative effect of "burning".

The silent battle broke out again. Both parties believe in the same principle: talk less when you can take action.

At the same time, Ximen also rushed forward, his speed was slightly slower than hers, but it was still surprising enough.

In an instant, the soldiers were fighting hand to hand, and the black-red spear with golden divine flames attached to it collided with the night cut, which was also attached to the deep black night, and a crisp buzzing sound erupted.

The wave of power stirred up the broken hair on Wei Miao's forehead. She turned her wrist lightly, and Ye Zao raised it, deflecting the spear tip that was stabbing her. She took a step closer to him and used her single blade to slash diagonally!

"Cut the fire stream!"

The jet-black blade was like the night sky, cold and sharp, and it quickly slashed towards his neck.

Ximen's expression was calm, his gun blade swept across, he stepped back, and it was him who deflected Wei Miao's knife.

"Fierce owl!"

As the spear danced, flames spurted out in a fan shape.

The power of eternal night on the sword broke away and turned into sword light. Ximen dodged it and shot a long shot with his backhand, straight towards the door!

Wei Miao took the initiative to retreat, and Ye Cai flirted.

However, when the spear tip was halfway forward, a flame cone-shaped shadow took the lead to break away from above, breaking through Ye Zai's defense with unexpected speed, and approaching the surroundings in an instant.

This speed change is a clever use of the power of the Divine Flame.

The red blade suddenly appeared in her left hand, and she held it in her backhand. The power of eternal night spread on it, and she accurately blocked this secret move with the movement of dancing out an afterimage.

Ximen rarely showed a surprised look for a moment, but he didn't seem surprised. He was just surprised by her response.

The flame phantom was shattered, and the red blade did not flinch yet, but deflected the fierce shot at a subtle angle.

The gun's body was filled with flames, but it was resisted by the cold Yongye.

Ye Cai, who was trying to block, drew a beautiful sword light and slashed horizontally.

Even though Ximen retreated at the first moment and tried to turn sideways, he was inevitably injured on his left upper arm by the blade that was cut out unexpectedly.

The wound at the knife point was a little darker in red.

After Wei Miao took advantage of a little, he jumped back deftly.

The elegant nun retreated to the priest's side, the blade in her hand was cold and sharp.

Even though she was injured, Ximen's expression was calm, but her eyes were more solemn.

When they first met, she looked like a peaceful nun, beautiful and dignified, and the knife in her hand seemed to be just a symbolic decoration.

However, after entering the battle, her aura suddenly changed. The sharpness and coldness of the blade made her every attack extremely oppressive. The use of the power of the eternal night was condensed and extreme, mostly to amplify that special long sword.

Make each swing of the sword faster and sharper.

Neither the priest nor Qiao intervened in the previous confrontation, because the distance between the two was too close, it was easy to accidentally hurt or accidentally interrupt the rhythm of their teammates.

After the direct confrontation, Wei Miao knew that the advantage she had just taken was due to the surprise.

The two had similar skills. Wei Miao might be better in terms of physical fitness. However, Ximen was more comprehensive in the use of their respective strengths than she who only focused on amplifying the attack.

In short, their strengths were on par.

"Go!"

When Wei Miao retreated to the side of the priest, he spoke briefly with fear, clasped his hands together, and let out a low shout.

The falling night instantly blocked the sight perception of the two fire bearers. After just a second, the bright and warm flames broke through the darkness.

However, in the huge church, the priest and the nun were nowhere to be seen.