fallen devil

Chapter 166 Chapter 164 The Rift I
Hearing Amber's speech, the paladin pursed his lips and said helplessly, "What Barneydi said may not be correct, but you are indeed different from before."

"Please."

Amber raised her eyes, her pale golden eyes were calm, and this sentence already had an obvious taste of expulsion.

The barbarian Barney who had left earlier, and the paladin in front of him had different starting points, but they didn't agree with Amber's approach.At this point, she wasn't prepared to make any explanations.

It's useless to say more, please feel free.

Anger climbed up the paladin's face like vines, he clenched his fists, and his trembling movements reflected the inner struggle.

"Peps, Will, Ed, let's get out of here."

He has partners, an assassin, a mage, and a druid. They were a team that acted together before, so if they wanted to leave, they would naturally leave together.

Three figures came out from the line, two women and one man, all from Candurans, they lowered their heads and did not look at Amber.

"I hope you succeed, Amber Merowa."

The paladin gave Amber a deep look, and then led his companions to chase in the direction where Banedi was going. Their figures were quickly engulfed in darkness.

The team of 32 professionals suddenly shrank a lot, and the remaining professionals looked at Amber worriedly, waiting for her instructions.

Ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, even experienced professionals, if they have no leadership experience, they will instantly fall into confusion.

"Take me to the place where the poisonous fog appears, and start the clues from there."

Her expression was calm, and she calmly looked at the druid just now, who nodded repeatedly to express her understanding.

"The number of people has decreased. There is no need to hold torches. The distance between professionals is reduced, and half of the torches are saved."

During the journey, she perfected various details of the team.

Dark shadows swayed among the dark woods, following their footsteps away.

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clang!The blades staggered, and sparks burst out, illuminating the faces of both sides.

"Be sober, Nania!"

The blood-stained barbarian gritted his teeth in pain, with wounds all over his body, his arms surged with power to suppress him, and then growled.

Under the soft brown slightly long hair are calm green eyes, she is whispering, and her pink lips seem to be sighing.

Boom!Her left hand holding the long sword twisted like a snake, and the bewildered phantom hid its sharpness, bypassing the barbarian's eyes for an instant, and darted to his neck.

Splattered with blood, she displayed perfect melee skills, taking the life of the hesitant savage.

Kicking away the tall, dead body, Naniya looked at the two figures fleeing frantically not far away, lowered her eyes to stare at their footprints, and stepped forward unhurriedly. The fingertips dance like an elf flying up and down.

"Make into a skeleton, immediately."

After leaving a word, the two figures standing respectfully at the side trembled slightly, expressing their understanding.

They were fallen people who were enslaved by Andariel just like Naniya. One of them had just chosen to fall and was injected with pollution power, and the other was one of the seeds that had been dormant for a long time.

After Naniya left, they uncovered the corpse of the barbarian and mechanically performed the ritual of monsterization.

Meanwhile, the chase continues, but this time luck is on the pro's side.

In a corner of a dark dense forest, Amber and his party crossed the messy rocky ground, and saw a figure running wildly, panting continuously.

"That is?"

Several nervous Amazons tightened their bowstrings, narrowed their eyes, and quickly became vigilant.

"Asdwin, one of the missing professionals, a native of the Aranok desert, is said to be from Lugain, a Lv13 necromancer."

Amber muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear. She frowned and saw his miserable figure, and subconsciously dissipated the magic power condensed in her hands.

There was a distance of about 150 meters between the two sides. The sharp-eyed Yasdevin spotted the bright torch held by Amber and others. He was shocked and ran with all his strength.

Not even room to speak.

He only took a few steps, and the sound of squirming like a tide came from both sides.

"Rakanishu." "Rakanishu."

The blue figure wielding a sharp blade screamed, rushing towards the desperately running Astwin with red eyes.

"Damn it, the blade demon group, they inhabit the camp at night, the blade demon camp is nearby! Pay attention to the position of the blade demon wizard!"

"Put the torches on the ground! Use crystals! They can't adapt to the light of the crystals for a while!"

A barbarian in the team immediately realized that the sinking demon's habits were very similar to the blade demon, and he seemed very experienced.

"I'm going to save him."

Amber's words stunned the professional next to her, and before she realized it, she swept out of her figure, her white robe fluttering in the wind.

The swift white shadow swayed out of the light blue Westmarch magic circle, and the speed increased to another level. The brown staff held by the white hands turned into a phantom, which instantly aroused Astwin's clothes, and gently lifted it sent out.

Hush, boom, the sound of flames gathering, the blade magician hiding in the blade magic group sensed Amber's breath, and then waved the flag staff to release the fireball.

Almost at the moment when Asdevin was rescued, the crimson fireball that distorted the scenery approached Amber's side, blocking her retreat.

These monsters have a definite purpose and are likely at the command of a being.

Her eyes turned cold, and she gave up the idea of ​​dodging.

Boom boom boom!Boom boom boom!The scorching flames exploded in mid-air, and Amber's white robe was covered with scorched black marks, and suddenly rolled down from the flames to the ground, wrapped in a damaged mask, her face was a little pale, and her blond hair was slightly curled.

Although it was successfully blocked, the magic power consumed was greater than expected.

"Kantas of Gulen—"

Amber's eyes narrowed, and a slight but rapid chant floated out. A shadow exuding a dangerous aura suddenly appeared in front of nothing, and a cold light flashed in front of her eyes.

Unbelievably familiar, like boiling water, boiling violently in my heart.

"Naniya?!"

Her voice was full of surprise, anger, and confusion, all kinds of emotions intertwined, and became very hoarse.

She couldn't even believe that the murderous figure in front of her was Naniya, her heart-warming and lovely partner who had always loved and clinged to her.

The cold emerald green pupils and pale golden pupils looked at each other, and the indifferent gaze collided with the frightened and angry gaze.

Ding ding ding!The long sword rubbed against Westmarch's formation with difficulty, and Amber felt that her mana was being swallowed by a strange force, and Naniya's hand seemed to be surrounded by green light.

"Damn it, how dare you do such a thing!"

Sensing Naniya's strange behavior, she burst into uncontrollable anger.

(End of this chapter)