Chapter 159 (1/2)

The buzzing sound and bloody smell echoed faintly in the air. From the disappearance of the dark shadow to the emergence of the red arc, it took only a blink of an eye until the old mage's body fell soft, and not many people responded. The only thing left in the young mage's eyes was the fatal streamer. He couldn't even remember the flowing sword.

Almost in the shortest time they could react, the rippling red light flowed out of the shadow's hands. The defense of Mage Armor and magic items was as fragile as a thin paper under the red light. Only at the moment of piercing the skin, he was deprived of life and soul.

The red light blade carries powerful energy. The original magic flow is bound to form a blade like red crystal, which has powerful lethality, and the mysterious shadow is like a ghost.

Chen ang stepped on the water and pierced the heart of a guard from a tricky angle. The shaking force destroyed the balance of the two soldiers in front of him. Just one angle adjustment made the two pierce each other's bodies. The light blade echoed gently and disappeared into the chest of a rogue behind him.

Without the slightest hesitation!

Chen ang slipped into the darkness, jumped between the two planes along the shadow plane, and calmly jumped in dozens of shadow coordinate points in a short moment. The light blade on his hand turned into red lightning wrapped between his two fingers, split and entangled in the rain, like hundreds of light filaments as thin as hair, waving along Chen Ang's right hand.

The young mage looked back at this time. He saw dozens of red luminous silk threads, which disappeared into the deepest shadow along the track of the shadow. At this time, the guard who was passed by the light blade like a string puppet fell down with a bang.

Until the body fell down, someone shouted: ”enemy attack!”. A loud horn sounded on the tower, waking everyone in the deep-water castle. They were in place in an orderly manner. Many spell casters joined in, and the city guards did their best to block the red arc.

Chen ang is like wandering in the shadows. He can appear from the most unexpected places. Even a shadow the size of a nail may become his jumping coordinates. The mages tried their best to stop him, but the dimensional anchor could not hit Chen Ang's figure at all, and the transmission restriction spell was useless.

The light blade flies, shaking a little red flower in the air, and then a thousand, ten thousand, shining in every place where Chen ang twinkles. A complete red flower represents the simplest round change of the light blade. One stretch, one buckle, one grid and one twist can always cut off the guards' weapons and drill into their chest.

Arcane spells have no effect. Either Chen ang easily dodges them or the light blade destroys the spell structure and dissipates invisibly. The light blade composed of the purest original magic can even pick back the arcane spells with stable spell structure when they are not excited. It reflects most enchanted spells.

The guard formation of city guards can not be said to be imperfect. The loyalty and fighting will of the guards can not be said to be tenacious. They have done their best within the scope of their own knowledge system and wisdom. The reasonable layout, the caster's magic reaction and magic response, and even the magic they remember have been carefully arranged.

But it doesn't work, it will only appear more powerless.

”I hope you can exercise restraint!” Chen ang emerged from the shadow. With his footsteps, a big circle appeared on the square and moved with it. He calmly swept his eyes from these young and firm faces and said in the clearest voice: ”out of the attitude of being responsible for your life, I hope you can make a choice of your own will...”

”It has nothing to do with honor or mission. In case of force majeure, do you choose to maintain this order or choose another possibility?”

”Survival or resistance?”

Red magic filaments are wrapped around the necks of these city guards. These tough magic filaments can easily cut human skin. Everyone knows that as long as Chen ang gently moves his fingers, everyone's head will fall to the ground.

But no one spoke.

”My lord cares for me!” the soldiers raised their heads arrogantly and slowly, their eyes aligned with Chen Ang's deep eyes.

”Mean unbelievers, ridiculous clowns under the glory of the gods, our lives may be deprived by you, but our souls will rise to the kingdom of God and always accompany our Lord. Even if our bodies fall into the dust, our souls will never yield...”

”Do you think your thoughts, your will and your soul belong to you?” Chen ang opened his palm and a bronze ring reflected the dim light.

”But it's not!”

Ding!

The ring fell to the ground, rolled forward along the beautiful marble ground, and finally hit the boots of a city guard and stopped.

The ordinary bronze ring attracts everyone's attention.