fallen devil

Chapter 287 No.30 Seven Bloody Acts II
The weather has changed.

With the cathedral as the center, the dazzling emerald green scene dimmed in an area of ​​nearly a kilometer.

The trees lost their original colorful colors.

In the land of peace and beauty, continuous beams of light are recovered.

Only tens of seconds passed from day to darkness.

Layers of black clouds seep from behind the clear sky like dirt.Dipping the entire sky, the purple-black clouds twisted into weird shapes, baring their teeth and claws, disturbing.

Dirty changes too quickly.

The dirt blackened the bright sunshine, and the dark breath ran all the way, passing through the high slopes, fields, and forests. The countless green scenes turned dark, and the cold breath followed the diffuse shadows, covering the entire gate of the monastery.

Naturally.

The wind howled and the temperature dropped.

Everything returned to the moment when the darkness shrouded it, only this time it was more severe.

Click, click.

The solid door was hit hard by the cold wind, trembling slightly, and spreading hoarfrost visible to the naked eye.

As if the devil was knocking on the door, cold traces have been invading behind the door.

Human scriptures often mention this sentence: The coming of darkness is always accompanied by evil, pain, and severe cold.

It now appears to be so.

At the same time, although the professionals in the outer corridor could not witness the color change of the world, they already knew that their situation was very bad.

"We are professionals at Rogue Camp."

This sentence is both an explanation and a warning.

For those who are also professionals, it is a friendly expression, but for the fallen, it is tantamount to a demonstration.

The tall red figure was unmoved, and moved towards the original direction at a somewhat slow speed, with loud footsteps.

He didn't speak, just walked on by himself.

It seems that they didn't see the bone warriors blocking the way.

Amber Merova on the steps glanced at the red figure and found that the mysterious voice was silent, so she naturally winked at the necromancer.

These professionals have no reason to be afraid. Although the other party is mysterious and powerful, there is only one person.

It is worth mentioning that in the contest between human beings, if the gap in strength is not too large, the side with more people will be more confident.

"Can't you understand Canduran?!"

The necromancer understood, his eyes under the white hair were sharp, and he waved his staff again while shouting.

Three "Bone Spears" shot out, streaking across the light blue traces, easily blasting the road in front of the red figure, and shattered stones splashed all over him.

Gulu Gulu, all the stones rolled to the ground, and the footsteps of the red figure finally stopped in front of the smoking pit.

"Is that so..."

The necromancer's eyes froze, and he didn't expect the other party to stop just like that.

I thought it would be more stubborn.

The surrounding was silent for a moment.

The red shadow in the professional's field of vision began to change.

The blurred red light slowly converged, revealing the bright armor, with red lines clinging to it, from the eagle helmet to the scale armor, and spreading to the hideous heel of the boot armor, with a fierce and mighty aura.

Tiny cracks spread from his feet.

The heavy gaze overflowed from the shadow of the dark helmet, giving people a cold and suffocating sense of oppression.

Undoubtedly, the figure of a barbarian, whether it is the ferocious aura, or the dark gold giant sword behind him, all show this.

What disturbed the barbarian professionals not far away was that they had never seen any piece of equipment worn by this mysterious barbarian.

Where did so many dark gold equipment come from?
But soon, the actions of this barbarian startled everyone.

He raised his right hand slowly, the dark gold glove shone slightly, then he grabbed the hilt of the giant sword and drew it out easily.

The necromancer opened his mouth, and the companions behind him were also ready to take action.

next moment.

The picture suddenly freezes, and something unbelievable happens.

The half-drawn blade disappeared.

The rest of the red light surging like a huge wave, crossed the huge pit with an extremely ferocious attitude, and swept away the few bone warriors blocking the way like a defeated leaf.

The big waves covered it.

The white bones, as precise as a block of iron, shattered into pieces, and the fire of the soul was extinguished in the blink of an eye. In the countless scattered bone fragments, the cold light rushing past continued unabated.

Incredibly fast.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

The giant sword sank into the ground and rushed forward.

Terrifying cracks tore through the nearby two-meter stone brick floor, and the invincible red aura was unstoppable, cutting towards the necromancer's staff in the rain of rocks.

Split down.

The solid staff snapped, and the crisp sound made him dazed.

Is it too easy?
Everything went incredibly slow.

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The necromancer's pupils narrowed slightly, staring at the barbarian in front of him, his vision filled with cold light.

It was a giant sword coming head-on, simple and rude.

puff.

Fragments of blood burst out, staining five large stone bricks red. Among the summoned objects around the professional, some bone warriors automatically disintegrated in the next moment, and scattered into bone frames that rolled to the ground.

They were originally necromancers with masters.

Gulu Gulu, a few bones rolled non-stop, much like the sound of rocks rolling down before.

The red-armored barbarian stopped at the extreme speed and continued to move forward, keeping his indifference.

This time he was not so fast.

The blood on the slender giant sword swayed away and dripped to the ground.

It's as simple as swat a fly to death.

This gap is unacceptable.

At this moment, most of the professionals have not recovered from the shock of the red light and the blood explosion.

Their consciousness is in a wavering state.

The powerful necromancer of Lv17 can easily deal with the blue boss of Lv15, even the super professional of Lv20 can last for a while.

How could it turn into blood splattered all over the floor?
Why didn't he use the equipment he had on him, his faith that had gone through hundreds of battles, his high resistance, and his talent selected by the Horadrim system?
what happened?

"You despicable fallen! I curse you!"

The nearest barbarian roared, the muscles around his jaw bulged ferociously, and his spittle flew, "You damned! Damn! You are a coward who has taken refuge in darkness"

The angry voices woke up a group of professionals, but they were afraid of the incredible strength of the red-armored barbarians and did not dare to act rashly.

"Tomus! Wait!"

Several Amazons stared wide-eyed, trying to stop the crazy barbarian.

But the latter was unheard of, and only the figure of the red-armored barbarian was reflected in the furious red eyes.

Not only roared like thunder, but he swung two broadswords very quickly. With his precise battle roar and the link of jumping and slashing, he crushed the stone bricks on the ground, and slammed into the side of the red-armored barbarian like a whirlwind.

This move already has the prototype of the Lv30 barbarian ultimate skill "Death Whirlwind", and its power can be imagined.

The rolling storm made the stone bricks tremble, and under the stimulation of strong anger, the barbarian's potential was aroused.

But
Despite the mighty power, the gap in strength is difficult to bridge.

The red-armored barbarian didn't turn his head, but just stared at Amber's figure in the distance, without any sway in his posture, and pressed down with the giant sword in his raised hand.

Boom! ! !
The whirlwind was directly blown away and disappeared.

The next moment, the blade of the giant sword trembled, bursting out two glaring sparks.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The crazy barbarian gathered all his strength and roared again.

(End of this chapter)