Twenty Sided Dice

"Mother of the Earth, please guide me to find the evil!" Anomen shouted loudly, letting the holy emblem in his hand emit a strong light.

There is no shadow to hide in the place shrouded in light, and everyone can vaguely see a hazy black figure. Anomen suddenly shouted, covered his eyes and knelt down. The holy emblem fell to the ground, and the light disappeared.

"Son, what's wrong with you?!" Yao En shot an arrow at the place where the shadow appeared just now, but as expected, it didn't hit.

"What a strong evil aura, my eyes are like looking directly at the sun." He raised his head, and everyone saw that his eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot around his pupils, and tears flowed. The holy emblem that fell to the ground seemed to have been roasted by fire, emitting bursts of blue smoke.

A black shadow flashed, and the holy emblem of the Mother Earth was swept away and rolled to a place that the group could not touch.

Arnomen rubbed his eyes, took out another holy emblem from his arms, and raised it again. "Evan, I will force him out."

"Don't! The army led by Heim is coming soon, and it will be safe by then. Now I can protect you, don't force it!" Evan said: "It hurts like that just by looking at it, do you want to die? "

"I know what I'm doing." Anomen was very determined, holding up the holy emblem and shouting the name of the mother of the earth. His eyes seemed to be ignited by flames, and his flesh and blood made a squeaking sound. This time the light was more stable and brighter than the previous one, and Chanem's outline became very clear.

Evan swooped up, but the long sword penetrated the shadow directly, without any touch. Although he can see the location of the Holy Murderer, he is still hidden in the Shadow Realm and cannot attack directly.

Arnold's words were uttered at the door, but to others, they were all obscure sentences. The holy emblem of the Mother Earth changed its color, and the golden holy light shot at Chanem, finally forcing him out of the shadow world.

Twisted black smoke kept rising from Chanem's black cloak, like the twisted dunes of the desert under a cool sun, and everything became hazy. The brilliance of the Mother Earth was also a big burden for him, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes. This will slowly straighten up.

Evan rushed up and strangled him with a long sword. Since Evan's long sword has been able to hurt Chanem's body, he does not dare to touch the blade with his bare hands. He kept slamming the plane of the blade with his fingers, clearing the path of the attack.

"Your swordsmanship can suddenly improve. It's a strange thing to hurt me with the power of a mortal. But that's all you can do." Chanem said while blocking, "I won't get tired. , but how long can you hold on, and how long can your fellow priest hold on? Leave that devotee of the Mother Earth to me. The rest of you can go."

After hearing these words, Evan was not moved at all. Arnomen might agree and trade his life for the safety of others. But how can you believe the words of the enemy? Losing the light of the Mother Earth, the Holy One of the Murder God can go back into hiding and attack again and again until everyone is killed.

So Evan waved his sword again and again, trying to surpass Chanem in speed.

If you want to increase the speed, you must first increase the frequency, so you can't spend all your energy on slashing, and you must leave enough energy to recover the long sword for the next attack. Moreover, the long sword trajectory that is straight or folded is hindering the speed of lifting, so Evan began to use the arc method. Incorporates some of the machete skills.

Chanem frowned. He found it more and more difficult to find a suitable hitting point. Even if he hit the blade, it would just change one arc to another, and could not change Evan's attack rhythm. . As the arc formed, Evan also began to consciously rotate his wrist, twisting the direction of the blade before and after Chanem's fingers, threatening his fingers.

For a time, Evan had the advantage, forcing Chanem to keep retreating. The footsteps jumped between the stones and obstacles, barely blocking a few attacks. His gray eyes never left his opponent, as if he was observing and evaluating, but he also seemed to be exerting divine power.

Naria felt something was wrong. Constantly use spells to protect Evan's mind from falling into enemy control. Various buffing spells flashed on Evan, allowing him to be faster, stronger, and last longer.

The dwarf Yao En was not idle either. He took out various potions from his pockets and poured them into Anomen's mouth. But the pastor kept reciting prayers. There is no healing potion to drink in. So the dwarf tried to pour the potion on Anomen's head, trying to douse the fire in his eyes.

Imon looked a little dazed because of the massive blood loss, but she still insisted on taking out the slingshots and soaking them in the alchemy potion one by one. The potion is of great value and is said to allow the weapon to pierce any damage resistance. But can this thing have any effect on the saints constructed by divine power? Imon didn't dare to think deeply about this, but just kept himself busy and tried his best.

The holy man of the **** of murder stepped on a metal disc on his feet, and when he looked down, he found that it was a shield thrown by Evan. Although most of it is rusted, it's still good news for Chanem. He didn't retreat this time, but seized the opportunity to roll to the side and picked up the shield. The rusted parts were shaken off like dust, and he used the remaining parts to transform into a long dagger.

The sound of swords and daggers intersecting is crisp and sweet, like the raindrops of a torrential rain hitting the roof, making a tinkling, urgent and fast sound. The two are back at a balance of power, but they have developed very different styles. Chanem kept stabbing forward and back, occasionally adding a few oblique swings. Evan uses arcs more and more, and even his footsteps begin to develop in the direction of arcs.

The hundred-sided dice on his chest exuded light and heat, and the numbers lit up one by one. Evan didn't realize it, and threw himself into the weapon in his hand. He has a feeling that the arc is not the end, he can be faster and more coordinated.

Finally, the arc turned into a circle, and his long sword drew circles of different sizes in the air. Whenever Chanem's dagger strikes, the circle changes, or changes in size, or from positive to oblique, but it always fits the straight dagger.

Soon, Chanem's arms were covered in bruises, and blood soaked his sleeves and ran down his robes. If it were an ordinary person, this arm would have been cut off long ago, how could he continue to attack?

Chanem seized the opportunity and split the long dagger into two short daggers, continuing to entangle with Evan. But he has fallen into Evan's sword circle, and the damage he suffered has not decreased but increased. Evan only felt very refreshed, and every attack brought psychological and physical pleasure. In a few moments, he even forgot to fight, and only had a sense of swordsmanship.

The long sword kept approaching, and the circle became smaller and smaller, leaving less and less space for Chanem to escape. He knew something was wrong and left an arm for Evan to smash, taking the opportunity to leave the battlefield. Evan chased two steps and left two more sword wounds on his back.

Just as he was about to continue chasing, he heard Yao En shouting: "Come back to Evan, you are leaving the Holy Light range!"

Evan stopped immediately and watched Chanem standing three steps away from him with a weird smile on his face. "Don't forget, I'm an assassin, not a warrior. Enjoy the last time, your swordsmanship can't solve all problems." After speaking, his body wriggled, and a complete arm grew again. Then Chanem gave Evan a wicked look and disappeared again.

"Damn, there's still no end to this!" Evan hurriedly ran back to the crowd, and Anomen had become extremely weak due to spellcasting. Imon and Evan worked together to pull the holy emblem of the Mother Earth out of the priest's palm. The heat had burned out Arnomen's palm, leaving criss-crossing wounds on it. But the more serious injury is Arnomen's eyes, which have no response to external light.

"I still don't know if I'm blind or temporarily blind." Yao En's voice was shaking, but he tried to keep himself calm: "Anyway, he definitely can't see now, Aimeng, you support him, let's Get out of this place immediately."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to go." Anomen said suddenly: "The black evil is right behind us, I can feel it."

Evan held the long sword, but he could not see the enemy with his naked eyes. "He needs to come out of hiding when he's attacking, and that's when I can hurt him."

Chanem's voice came from all directions, and he couldn't tell the location at all: "What if it hurts me, I can recover quickly, even if you cut off my head, a new head will grow. How long can you protect them? , certainly not as patient as mine. I'll give you another chance..."

"Shut your stinky mouth, bald!" Evan scolded: "Can you regenerate? Then I can cut off your head again and again, oh dear, this is definitely the best entertainment in the world!"

Chanem did not answer, and the surroundings returned to silence. Everyone knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, so Naria set up Anomen, Yao En supported Aemon, and Evan was in charge of vigilance.

They were walking on the icy flagstone road, wanting to go to the direction of the undersea passage. In fact, everyone is not sure whether Chanem will catch up, and they can only hope that the army of Heim will smash this stronghold as soon as possible and drive away the believers of the God of Murder.

Out of the corner of Evan's eyes, he saw a black figure appearing on the left ~www.readwn.com~ he slashed with his sword, but it just hit the air. Several times in a row, the black shadow passed by him, and then disappeared again. Chanem did not rush to attack, but kept testing Evan's reaction, trying to grasp the law of his actions.

"He's coming." Anomen said suddenly, "Watch out! Right behind Amon!"

A black light flashed, and Imon fell to the ground with a cry. She had a deep visible bone wound on her right leg, which was not fatal but made her unable to walk normally. Evan swung the sword hard, but only the tip of the sword touched the last bit of metal left in the air by the dagger, and failed to hurt the enemy.

He bit his lip tightly, scolding the enemy's shamelessness in his heart. But he wouldn't say these words, because that would only make the enemy more proud.

There was another flash, and Naria suffered the same injury and fell to the ground. Yao En sighed: "It seems that the enemy doesn't want us to leave."

Evan squeezed the long sword and shouted: "Come out, you coward, fight me! I am Evan Fanxing, the king of the starry kingdom, the guardian of mankind. Do you dare to face the king's sword? Come out, you bald bastard!" (To be continued.)