fallen devil

Chapter 186 Chapter 184 Reckoning II
boom!The wall on a certain side of the street was blasted open, and Senior's figure covered in debris fell out. He blocked several slashes in embarrassment and took several steps back.

The cold light flashed away and approached.

"drink!"

Stepping, stepping quickly, Senior let out a low cry, abruptly stopping Leslie's forward trend.

A look of surprise flashed across Leslie's eyes. His dagger was held up by the long sword, and sparks spread with the surging force.

"Your strength is almost the same as mine, and you hide it really deeply."

As the number one assassin in Rogue's camp, Leslie didn't think that Senior had the strength to fight him before, and this battle might end in a few minutes.

But after several moves, he didn't gain an advantage. Only then did he realize that the assassin from Westmarch in front of him, although his fighting style was a little out of date, he still had extraordinary strength.

Judging from the traces of certain moves, it is true that Senior was originally from Khanduras.

Ding Ding!Ding!The air wave stirred up the smoke and dust, and spread between the two.

Both sides retreated in unison.

"Ok?"

Seeing Senior's slight panting, Leslie's mouth raised an arc, and then he was a little surprised to find that there was a not shallow wound on his left arm, which was slowly healing.

Obvious wounds.

"It's unbelievable."

Leslie's voice was so low that he couldn't even recall how Senior had hurt him.

"Your healing speed..."

There was surprise in Senior's eyes that couldn't be concealed, "I thought you were just doing it for your own selfish desires... Now it seems that it's because of different positions."

Even a super professional would not have such a healing speed without using potions.

Combined with the weird feeling Senior felt from Leslie, he could already conclude one thing.

"You've become a degenerate, Leslie."

Senior took a deep breath, and looked solemnly at the calm and unfamiliar first assassin in front of him, "So I'm too naive to say that the Luosuo Church is also the evil under the shadows."

If he had known from the beginning that the evil had invaded the city so deeply and was so complicated, he would have definitely changed his attitude towards Camp Rogue.

Stepping on the cold stone floor, Senior's breathing gradually became steady.

He originally thought that this place was a bright line of defense that gathered justice.

"Don't you want to know the purpose of my coming from Westmarch?"

Senior suddenly spoke out, confiding in Leslie's indifferent eyes, "I'm here to expel evil, Leslie."

"Westmarch is also affected by demons, but it is far less severe than Candulas. I want to save my former hometown."

This sounds like a childish dream of a hero, but there was no hesitation on Senior's face, he was honest and took it for granted.

He is one of those rare people who has power but never changes his mind.

"Your wishful thinking can only comfort yourself."

Leslie sneered, "What Candulas needs is not a boring redemption, but a profound change."

"Human beings cannot survive under the oppression of heaven and hell. This is the general trend. If you want to adapt and survive, you must change yourself... It is not enough to become a professional, you must go further."

Leslie looked down at Senior with a superior attitude, "There is no choice in this fate, and you will understand soon, soon, soon."

An unspeakable strong breath flowed from Leslie's side, like a roaring river. The high concentration of evil breath wrapped around his arm, licking the wound to heal it quickly, and his eyes were gradually replaced by blood red. This is a manifestation of the use of evil power by the fallen. It will strengthen the attributes of the professional and the power of the skills.

Skill [Acceleration], skill [Phantom Cloak], skill [Energy Dissipation].

The flickering white light jumped, and Leslie swung a fierce slash to force Senior back, and then released the last skill [Shadow Warrior].

After being strengthened by the breath of evil, the shadow warrior summoned by Leslie even has 80% of his strength. The siege of the strongest assassin in the Mingluoge camp.

The black shadow twisted into shape, and the two staggered figures held the same weapon. The cold light approached, reflected in Senior's eyes, getting brighter and brighter.

Flame rose from under his feet, broke through the stone bricks in the blink of an eye, and blocked Leslie's attack on one side for a moment.

"what happened?!"

Leslie frowned, and retreated, dodging a swiftly passing frost, Zlara, and scratched deep ice marks on the ground.

"Kill the Fallen! Senior!"

An angry and clear roar came from behind Senior, with disheveled hair and a bit of a mess, Zhu Lan, who was also wounded on his side, was holding a magic staff with cold eyes.

"Those idiots can't even deal with a poisoned mage."

Leslie's expression changed, and his thoughts flashed, making the shadow warrior beside him continue to entangle with Senior, and then he jumped lightly, leaving Zhu Lan's casting range.

"Don't let him get away! Senior! What are you doing?!"

Seeing Leslie intending to go away, her face changed drastically, her eyes flickered with anxiety, and she began to pant weakly after walking a few steps, "It's just him and some mice left, we can't let him go."

clang!A sword shook away the shadow warrior's slash, and Senior stepped back with his expression unchanged.

"He really wants to leave me, but I can't help it. This shadow warrior is very difficult."

Across the flames, Senior watched the slowly dissipating shadow warriors and Leslie's disappearing figure, sighed and came to Zhu Lan with an ugly face, "Are you okay, I remember you are also one of the super professionals one."

"Okay, I'm fine."

Zhu Lan gritted her teeth and stood up, looking at Senior with cold eyes, "You should have desperately kept him just now, and soon you will regret your actions now."

In her opinion, Senior is undoubtedly greedy for life and afraid of death, and doesn't want to go head-to-head with the fallen Leslie.

"You said yes."

Senior smiled wryly, and then looked solemn, "Just now there was a team of professionals from the Rasso Church. From your appearance, they were eliminated? Can you explain to me what happened in the Rogge camp? Why on earth would there be super professional Leslie..."

As he was talking, he noticed that Zhu Lan was looking at a certain place, a little dazed.

Following his gaze, he saw that it was the head that had been thrown down earlier, lying quietly in a pool of blood, and his appearance could no longer be recognized.

"The turmoil has subsided, and the professional camp is ushered in a major cleansing. Leslie, who just escaped, is the last remnant... Someone will tell you."

She took a deep breath, frowned and knocked Senior's hand away, and walked towards the side of the street with some difficulty.

Senior sighed, looked back at the messy street and the gradually extinguishing flames, and followed.

(End of this chapter)