Dancing is not allowed on the grave

In the dark, the flame attached to the white part of the sword body was too dazzling, covering Syl's face, and under such a strong stimulation, his eyes were also temporarily blinded, and he couldn't see what monsters were approaching him, so he could only rely on Hearing to judge the attack direction.

"Keng——" the sword of judgment rose upwards, blocking the attack with the strong wind.

Judging from the area and strength of the attack on the Sword of Judgment, the opponent should be using heavy weapons such as heavy swords and battle axes.

It is not wise to confront this kind of heavy weapon head-on. Syl retracted his sword and stepped back, hearing the opponent yelling: "Damn Holy See of Light."

That was the language spoken by the skeleton that appeared on the first floor of the dungeon.

After judging that the opponent was most likely a heavy armored soldier, Syl also realized that the dungeon was too dark, and the black part of the Sword of Judgment was hard to see, and the white part of the flame was regarded as the holy flame of the Holy See.

Accompanied by the sound of "swish" piercing the air, the powerful crossbow flew towards the wind, and Searle's horizontal sword blocked it, but he was also repelled by more than half a step.

"There are swordsmen in the Holy See." The thin voice should be the skeleton crossbowman who attacked him.

When he fought against the skeleton guards last time, Syl only saw the three people walking in front were beaten to pieces, and then Lancelot cleaned them up as soon as he shot. Now it's his turn to experience the crossbow. Arrow Can't help but be shocked by the power.

Nowadays, professions such as crossbowmen and swordsmen in Losra have all declined, but if calculated according to the level of the strict magician, the power of this weapon is comparable to the single-target magic attack of the great magister. However, it lacks elements and additional special effects.

Skeleton heavy armor is also clearly the leader in the heavy weapons class.This terrifying combat power has been weakened—Sill could sense that the first attack position was originally intended to aim at the vital point, but it missed a bit. I am afraid that the vision of the skeletons who are accustomed to darkness will be affected by the flame of the Judgment Sword. He couldn't see Searle's appearance clearly at all, and he couldn't accurately find his vitals.

And they seem to be afraid - the fear of the Holy See.

The battle ax of the skeleton heavy armored soldier swung horizontally again, slashing a whirlwind in the air.Syl ducked down, and the tip of the sword hit the opponent's lower body.

Whirlwind needs to maintain force and rotation, once the center of gravity is destroyed, it is easy to be deflected by inertia.However, the attack of the flame on the tip of Syl's sword is not like Melotti's flame, and the skeleton is not immune. The heavy armor can only dodge passively, and is rotated rapidly by the battle ax like a spinning top, until the battle ax is embedded in the wall, Split a huge crack.

Syl's eyesight had already recovered after the stabbing blow, but he was still unable to see clearly due to the strong light and shadow.Taking advantage of the heavy armor temporarily turning to the other side of the dungeon, with his sword in front of him, he quickly approached the skeleton crossbowman with the swordsman's Shunbu, and cut off the head of the fragile skeleton of the remote profession with a sharp oblique cut.

The skull fell to the ground with a clang, and the soul fire in the eye sockets shook, as if it would go out at any moment, "Damn... Holy Swordsman."

Syl: "..." This skeleton took him as a strange profession.

"Captain, hurry up and inform Lord Demon King..." The skull seems to want to say something, but Syl's flame is a continuous burning damage, and its weak soul fire needs to rest. sound.

The captain should be addressing that heavy armored soldier, and the devil...

Seale frowned.

Could it be that they are subordinates of the Demon King?

That demon king, so far, to Syl, is just a shallow impression living in legends.When the world mentions him, they will always say: That Lord Demon King, who almost destroyed the Holy See of Holy Light, was sealed underground.

At most one more handsome.

Just like the original pope, in his impression, he was just a distant, powerful, and aloof existence. It wasn't until Mr. Lancelot said that His Majesty actually had a womanizer, that Grezel's image gradually became three-dimensional and plump. .

As for what he learned about what he had done later... Syl shook his head and no longer recalled it.

In a sense, he and the devil have a common enemy.

I don't know what this Lord Demon King is like?Maybe it's not as evil as rumored... wait a minute.

Inform Lord Demon King?

So, the legendary sleeping Demon King has indeed woken up?Could it be in this dungeon?

Although Syl is quite interested in the Demon King, it's not right now.The ghost knows whether the devil will kill him. After all, the devil is always moody, violent and gloomy. He is not strong enough now, but he can't afford such a big risk.

He originally wanted to save his hand and do a few tricks with this skeleton heavy armored soldier to accumulate some combat experience, but now he had to change his mind, and Void pulled out a gorgeous silver sword flower, and the heavy armored soldier who had just pulled out his battle ax from the wall There was a large hole in the neck bone.

There was no bloodshed, only the heavy skeleton head fell to the ground, and the bones rolled around a few times.

"This move is..." The heavy armored soldier Youlan's soul fire burned violently like a flashback, as if he could recognize something from the sword move, but maybe he consumed too much energy in an instant, and fell silent halfway through the sentence, entering a dormant state state.

Syl was silent for a moment, bowed towards the two skulls, turned around and walked deep into the dungeon.

The flame of Judgment Sword has a purification effect, and it will continue to consume the soul fire energy of the undead. The two skeleton guards can slowly recover after the flame is extinguished.

The torches Syl bought from the merchant had been exhausted, so he had to hold the Sword of Judgment to light the way forward.

Through the flame, he could see a road paved with unknown stones under his feet, and he walked down this road, but he never met the enemy again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the dark depths outside the road, it seems that there are countless lines of sight attached to the flame of Syl, maybe it's too far away, those sights can't see clearly who is covered by the white flame , and dare not act rashly.

Syl didn't go into it too deeply. If he had enough combat power, he might have found it by himself, and he wouldn't have been hiding in the dark to spy.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound, like an underground river, but it was slightly different.The flowing water seemed to be rolling and boiling...

It's magma.

Syl stopped at the end of the road, and the flames illuminated the crimson river in front of him. The heat wave steamed from the surface of the magma and rushed towards him. After he saw a broken cable bridge hanging on the rock wall below, he took two steps back and turned back. to a place where the temperature is relatively normal.

This magma river blocked the road to the dungeon, and it seemed that the broken bridge needed to be repaired in order to cross it, but he did not have the tools and materials at hand, besides... Syl had never done bridge repairing before, who knows if he would do it like him rough as a coffin.

Maybe halfway through it will break again.

Syl imagined that scene, and felt that the hot magma had swallowed him.

"Dang lang, dong lang..."

There was a sudden sound of metal clashing from the other side of the magma river, and Syl carefully identified it as a large, hard animal trying to break free from a heavy iron chain—or a rusty one.

He raised the Sword of Judgment to try to see the scene on the other side clearly, but in this thick darkness, the light couldn't leave the range of one meter around him, let alone reach the other side.

Syl heard a low growl.

The gigantic creature that tried to break free cursed: "Grazel! I'm going to kill you!"

The voice could be called thick, but Syl could still tell that it belonged to a female creature.

Is it under the devil's hand?

It seems that it also has a deep hatred with the Pope.

"Die, lackey of the Holy See of Light."

Before Syl realized that he was scolding himself, he saw the cyan elemental light on the opposite bank suddenly light up, gradually expanding to the periphery, as if he was accumulating some terrible magic.

With this light, he finally saw clearly that what was chained to the stone wall on the opposite side was a skeleton. The skeleton was different from the previous skeleton guards. It was not an upright human figure, with a pair of huge bone wings stretching out from behind.

Seeing the huge bone claws and wings at first glance, Syl couldn't realize what kind of creature it was.

He didn't realize it was a bone dragon until he was swept flat by the violently increasing storm.

A dead, mighty dragon.

It looks completely different from Nancy's real body.

Silly thought inappropriately.

He pressed down the Sword of Judgment, forming a black and white barrier in the strong airflow, protecting it from being torn apart by the storm.

In the darkness, the bone dragon could only see the bright white flame in the center of the storm that never went out. She roared and wanted to pounce on the hurricane and tear the hateful holy light with her bone claws, but saw the light jumping from the top of the storm. He got up and rushed towards the river bank.

Syl couldn't jump the lava river originally, but the bone dragon helped him. After being sent to a certain height by the hurricane, it was much easier to jump over.

"despair."

The blurry figure shrouded in flames lightly landed on the ground.

The bone dragon struggled violently and wanted to rush over, but was heavily chained and tripped back to the stone wall.

Some kind of magic seems to have been applied to the chain, with a faint white light flowing. Every time the bone dragon struggles, it will be sanctioned by the light element.

After approaching, with the flowing twilight, Syl saw complex patterns carved on the stone wall, like a gate—somewhat similar to Noah's magic gate, but the lines on it seemed to be older.

When the bone dragon finally couldn't move anymore, and the beating soul fire in the eye sockets calmed down, Syl looked back and asked, "Are you a giant dragon?"

The bone dragon didn't speak, just when Syl thought she refused to answer his question, he suddenly saw the soul fire burning violently again, and the faint blue light actually lit up the surroundings.

The blue light and white light were intertwined, and Syl's eyes couldn't bear it, so he quickly retracted the flames into the sword body.

The bone dragon finally saw clearly the young man standing in front of him, wearing the armor of ashes and holding the sword of judgment.

The soul fire in her eye sockets actually dripped hot liquid like a lit candle, like dark blue blood, and like the tears of a bone dragon.

"Your Highness, you are back."

Syl heard a trembling voice calling to himself.