Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 418 The Fallen

Blasphemy!

As the name suggests, it means blasphemy. This is a special power of the evil camp. It is the oldest blasphemy. As long as it is powerful and evil, and it also has the ability of divine existence, it can automatically comprehend this ability.

For example, Balor in the bottomless abyss can cast blasphemy at will.

Otherwise, if some evil beings on the main material plane want to master this powerful evil power, they must go through an extremely evil sacrifice ceremony, and then perform depraved blasphemy rituals in the ceremony.

The whole process of the ceremony will change the method of ritual sacrifice according to the different evil gods.

If the object of the sacrifice is a demon, it is likely to be a bloody killing ritual.If it's the devil, then it's probably some kind of terrible subversive conspiracy.

Of course, there are many choices for the objects of this ritual sacrifice, because the evil beings or demon lords of the Abyss and Baator Hell can all bestow this ability.

For example, for the Succubus Queen of the Abyss, it should be the easiest to please her sacrifice ceremony, because she is the demon god in charge of lust, depravity and ethics, and certain taboo pleasure rituals can easily please her and get rewards for it.

But the "blasphemy" bestowed by demons, demons, and evil gods has a price.

Although it can strengthen one's own strength, it is also equivalent to falling into their control.

Thorne looked at the war troll in a coma, his expression relaxed.

The "blasphemy" has the ability of instant death, and all the souls of the killed creatures will be harvested by the evil existence who bestowed the black-robed woman with the ability of "blasphemy".

Obviously, the woman in black robe didn't kill the war troll, she just made him unconscious.

As a Thorn who fused the essence of the life of the Lord of Ballow, he knows nothing more than the bottomless abyss of the lower plane and the devils of the devil's deadly enemy, Baator Hell.

"Evil drives out light, demons rule the world, time is stagnant because of darkness, redemption is interrupted by chaos, come back, the light of taboo floating in this world, gather your strength, expel the creatures in front of you, break!"

This is the "blasphemy" spoken by the woman in black robe. Although the other party whispered the oldest devil's language, Thorne could hear the true meaning of the devil's language.

It can be seen from this that in order to obtain powerful power, this black-robed woman definitely made a deal with some kind of evil existence in the bottomless abyss.

As for the price she paid, it was nothing more than that the soul after death would return to the bottomless abyss and be driven by this evil existence forever.

In Horn Town, there was once an ogre player who made a deal with the devil in Baator Hell. Among the powers he got from the devil, in addition to growing a second head, he also had the ability to summon the devil.

Even if the two-headed ogre player was killed by the goblin wizard Malvisa, he would definitely come back to destroy Horn Town and flatten the entire Emerald Field if he uttered cruel words before he died.

In fact, his ruthless words were not targeted for no reason. If you carefully consider them, there is still a certain basis.

Because he made a deal with the devil, which means that after his death, his soul will definitely return to Bator Hell and become a weak devil.

If he could keep growing and recovering his memory, maybe it would be possible to realize his last wish before he died, and come to the Emerald Field again as a devil.

Thorne glanced at Sailu the tiger man carrying the unconscious war troll back like a dead pig, and realized that it was time to play.

So he no longer hesitated, and walked directly towards the center of the field surrounded by a big circle.

To be honest, regarding the power of the "blasphemy", he was not absolutely sure that he could overcome it, that is to say, he did not know how to deal with this black-robed woman.

It's a pity that he is not from the evil camp, otherwise he would be directly immune to this ability.

Of course, as far as he is concerned, he will never fall into the evil camp.

The black-robed woman looked at the half-elf ranger who was slowly approaching, and in a trance, a feeling of heart palpitations flashed inexplicably, as if she was dealing with some kind of evil existence for the first time.

However, she didn't care much about this fleeting feeling, thinking it was just an illusion.

Could it be that the other party is a demon lord who hides deeply?

The black-robed woman couldn't help evoking a faint smile about her naive thoughts.

After all, she had carefully observed the opponent's duel with the White Rose Knight before. At best, he was just a half-elf ranger with better swordsmanship. This kind of opponent was not worth fighting by her personally, and someone would take care of it.

Looking at the half-elf ranger who was about to arrive, the black-robed woman casually glanced at his appearance, couldn't help but take another look, then turned and left.

"I've already cleaned up the troublesome enemies for you. Please do as you please. I hope it won't disturb my meditation." When the black-robed woman passed by the elven monk, she left without saying a word.

The elf monk nodded slightly at the back of the black-robed woman, then turned and walked towards the field.

Although the war troll's extremely special racial talent made him feel troublesome, it didn't mean he couldn't defeat it. The reason why he asked his teammates to take action was nothing more than wanting to retain more energy to deal with this half-elf ranger.

This is a ranger who has practiced superb swordsmanship in the dark area, and he also felt a strong energy of energy from the opponent, which made him involuntarily have a great interest in this mysterious ranger.

Archbishop Aleena of the God of War glanced at her teammates who were all showing a winning expression, then glanced at the confident elf monk, and finally focused on the half-elf ranger who had arrived.

Is his profession really just a ranger?

This was the first doubt that came to Aleena's heart. If he was really just a ranger, by what ability did he have a pivotal position beside the five lords of the Emerald Field.

After all, she knows the professional characteristics of Ranger very well.

Then, Alienara recalled in her mind the believers of the God of Tracking who destroyed the Mara hunting ceremony in the Blighthead Mountains half a year ago, the hunters of the Way of Silence, and not long ago, the Hobgoblin tribe of Hruk in the Forest of Silence The turmoil that occurred in Twilight Town and the first time that Twilight Town launched the expulsion war against the gnolls, the people who were with the assassin Horat, and the people who recently helped Twilight Town successfully break out of the siege.

It even made her think of a gladiator who had won a hundred consecutive victories in the semi-abandoned arena in Winter City.

There is no doubt about the identity of these people, all of them are half-elf rangers.

This ranger is like an invisible thread, suddenly connecting all the events together.

The archbishop who wanted to understand couldn't help showing some anticipation. She was very curious about how this magical ranger defeated the elf monk.

As for the end result, she had nothing to worry about.

Because she is very confident that, except for herself, among all the people here, as long as they do not belong to the evil camp, no one can successfully withstand Alice's "blasphemy".

This was the real reason why she dared to propose this duel so confidently.

Without 100% certainty, she would not bring so many people to the other party's territory to embarrass herself.

"Waterfall Town, Thorne." Thorne imitated Ishak's way of greeting the elf monk, bowed slightly to the opponent who came forward, and saluted.

Regarding the sudden voluntary departure of the black-robed woman, he figured out the reason after a little thought, which made him have to take it seriously when facing the monk who came up again in front of him.

"Please give me more advice." The elven monk looked at the ranger not far away with an indifferent expression, with a hint of a smile, then put his hands together, and returned the courtesy.

"Don't dare to take it." Thorn replied calmly, then touched his right hand to the hilt of the sword, and assumed his best attacking posture.

Looking at the half-elf ranger who was ready, the elf monk looked straight, and under the movement of Qi energy, his aura suddenly changed, and the weeds under his feet swayed.

"Clang!"

Immediately afterwards, the two sharp scimitars were unsheathed in the blink of an eye, and were held in the hands of the elf monk very skillfully.

In an instant, the elven monk turned into an afterimage, and took the lead in making a surprise attack.

——"Steel Soul School (Stance Skill): Clear Body!"

Thorne's pupils shrank sharply, and as the steel soul martial skill was activated, the galloping figure of the elven monk also slowed down, and he could clearly perceive the opponent's body like an afterimage.

"This guy hid his strength when he fought Ishak." Then, Thorne judged the guess in his heart.

"Clang!"

Facing the sudden attack from the elven monk, Thorne unsheathed his two sharp swords at the same time, and at the moment the target was approaching, he did not hesitate to take advantage of the rapidity of unsheathing and drawing the sword, and slashed forward.

He has never practiced professional sword drawing skills, but he knows very well that when the sword is not out of the sheath, it is difficult for the enemy to figure out the angle of defense. Under the mourning sword.

Noticing the two extremely fast sword lights from Thorne, one with scorching fire and the other with a hazy sword shadow, the elf monk didn't panic at all, and the two scimitars in his hands suddenly retracted and directly collided with them Together, wipe out the screams that make the eardrums hurt.

—— "The Gale Combo!"

——"Wild Dance!"

- "Dance of Death!"

——"The Blade of Madness!"

Immediately afterwards, the elven monk took advantage of the struggle with Thorne, and unreservedly unleashed all of his deadly moves and enhanced skills.

"Clang clang clang!"

Thorne and the elf monk continuously collided under the bright sunlight, making piercing metallic sounds.

Wild, bizarre, and deadly like the whirling blades of his hands, Dervish is the epitome of speed, swiftness, and abandon.

While his attacks don't show much grace, when his deadly dance is combined with his own attack rhythms, the chemistry creates a suffocating whirlwind dance of death.

Seeing the swift and deadly attack of the elven monk, the spectators at the Emerald Field stood up one after another, involuntarily breaking into a cold sweat for Thorne.

Because the ranger at this time is completely on the defensive, being forced to retreat by the elf monk.

Faced with the enemy's stormy attack, Thorne finally made a decision. He chose to give up the fight with the elf monk and avoid its edge.

After all, what he has mastered is not only swordsmanship. When it turns out that his swordsmanship is not as good as the opponent's double swords, he needs to switch to another fighting method to win. This is the main reason why he insisted on comprehensive development in the first place.

——"Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!"

Following Thorn's precise parry of the elf monk's attack, he turned around and stepped forward to knock the elf monk's body away with his shoulder, and immediately took this opportunity to disappear into a cloud of shadows without a trace.

"A shadow transformed from energy of Qi?" Seeing the target disappear, the elf monk with a dignified expression noticed the way the ranger used his moves.

——"No Trace Step!"

When he judged the direction in which Thorne landed surrounded by shadows, his whole body was instantly enveloped in silver mist, and he also disappeared on the spot.

"Clap!"

The two appeared at the same place at the same time, and the sharp scimitar in the hand of the elf monk who had been prepared for a long time slashed at the ranger's head without hesitation.

Caught off guard, Thorne instinctively tilted his head slightly, the scimitar flashing with sharp light failed to accomplish anything, and only chopped off a strand of hair on his forehead.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Dragon Flame!"

With a sound of luck, Thorne swung his sword against the second scimitar of the elf monk, then took a deep breath, his eyes fixed, and a flame like the breath of a red dragon surged out, roaring towards the elf monk. swept away.

However, the elf monk's reaction was not slow. Although he was very puzzled as to why the ranger could use the energy of Qi to transform it into a roaring flame, he narrowly escaped the blazing flame that resembled a dragon's breath .

However, what the elven monk didn't expect was that the ranger in front of him, who could suddenly breathe out flames, never expected this flame to turn things around.

The moment the elven monk flashed through the flames, Thorne had already locked onto his figure in advance.

——"Lifting Qi and Slashing!"

——"Desert Wind Faction (Strike Skill): Flame Wing Charge!"

Accompanied by the sharp sword energy flashing from the sharp sword in his hand, under the suspicious eyes, the flaming wings stretched out from his back.

Immediately afterwards, under the flapping of the flaming wings, his body rushed towards the elf monk like a rocket trailing flames.

Feeling the scorching breath flowing in the air, the elf monk whose expression changed drastically knew that he couldn't dodge it, so he instinctively blocked the two scimitars in front of him.

"boom!"

Thorn's flaming body collided violently with the elf monk. The powerful charge and the burst of "Qi Raising Slash" mercilessly knocked the opponent's body more than ten meters away.

"Thank you for your mercy." The elven monk with burn marks all over his body stood up with difficulty while leaning on a scimitar, and bowed to Thorn.

"Accepted." Thorne replied calmly.

(End of this chapter)