The black light streaked through the air silently. The fighting instinct of the three-ring warrior allowed Renn to instinctively dodge the sneak attack in front of him. What followed was a stabbing attack towards his lower abdomen. He barely dodged sideways, and his abdomen was struck by a sharp knife. The blade of his sword cut a bloody trace.
Kelsen quickly retreated. After all, the surprise attack failed to seriously injure the opponent, but only cut open the surface of the opponent's flesh. For a warrior known for his physical strength, this injury was no different than a scratch.
The two of them did not talk to each other. Kelsen could already see the unrelenting killing intent in the other's eyes, and having already exposed his trump card, he had no intention of letting the other party walk out of this alley alive.
Unlike the trial like in the banquet duel just now, the real life and death fight is to go all out from the beginning. Renn pulled out a baton from his belt and shook it away, while Kelsen was holding a dagger in his left hand, dead. Staring hard at Ren.
After a brief confrontation, the two sides accelerated towards each other. Kelsen held the dagger like a dagger, deflecting the opponent's downward blow, and then lowered his arm to block two consecutive swipes. . With just three moves, his tiger's mouth began to feel numb. In terms of strength, he was far from the opponent of this three-ring warrior.
When Ren wanted to bully Kelsen and hit him on the head, Kelsen finally found an opportunity to hook the opponent's baton with his dagger, then stretched out his right hand forward, and directed a sharp bone spur towards him. Ren's wrist pressed down.
Ren suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He felt a strong sense of death on the strange black bones. It was a profound curse that was extremely dangerous and would lead to death if touched. He immediately let go of the baton and dodged the fatal blow. At the same time, he caught the falling baton with his other hand and stabbed Kelson forward in the armpit and ribs.
The intercostal nerves are densely packed, and normal people will lose strength due to the severe pain of this move. Kelsen, who was already dead, felt no pain at all. He only took a few steps back due to the impact. He even took the opportunity to slash a sword with his backhand, adding a bone-deep wound to Ren's arm.
Ren covered his wound and staggered back. He didn't expect that this guy with a second level of physical fitness would be so troublesome.
But the warrior extraordinary class is not just about physical enhancement. Those who want to be promoted must have practiced various skills and become proficient in various weapons. At this moment, Ren pointed his baton forward and made a stabbing gesture, which was exactly the same as Anthony's swordsmanship, but the level was much higher.
The thrust came so unexpectedly, it was as if a few key frames had been cut out of the film. Although Kelsen tried his best to react, a gap was still pierced in his side, as if a piece of it had been chewed away by something.
Kelsen stared at the opponent with wide eyes. It was a blunt-headed baton, and it was actually able to break through his body that had been strengthened by Buel's Furnace.
Without waiting for him to react, the strong wind struck again. Kelsen gritted his teeth and used the black bones in his palm to trade his injuries for his life. But the thrust was too fast, and Ren was able to keep his distance, taking a few steps back before being contacted.
He couldn't go on like this. The stabbing just now tore off a piece of muscle from his chest. Although he repaired the gap with flesh and blood reconstruction, the spell casting materials he carried were limited. If he continued to be passively attacked, he would definitely be cannibalized by the opponent.
However, it was time for him to fight back.
Kelsen swung his dagger and slashed at Renn. Renn still used his sword skills to retreat, avoiding the slashing while adjusting his posture again. But this time Kelsen's right hand had already pinched the spiritual slough in his sleeve, and he quickly chanted the soul arrow spell.
This is Kelsen's little idea, deliberately always relying on melee combat to fight against the enemy, giving Renn the feeling of a transcendent who only relies on some alchemical product to obtain melee combat capabilities, while his real killing power lies in the fact that he is an undead. Master this.
When Ren saw the magic energy accumulated by Kelson, he immediately guessed what spell the other party was casting. He didn't have time to think about why the other party was a spellcaster, and his body had already rushed out instinctively.
The best way to deal with spellcasters is to kill them before they cast their spells.
Although Kelsen has practiced casting spells every day these days, the chanting of the soul arrow still takes a second, and the swift wind blowing in his face is already close at hand. The body of the deceased, which had been filled with necrotic magic, suppressed the panic and wavering, and Kelsen was ready to complete the spell casting despite the impact.
It was this completely calm and focused spell-casting state that caused Kelsen's necrotic magic essence to resonate with the dagger in his hand. The silver lines on it were dyed black by the magic essence, speeding up the construction of the spell model, allowing The casting speed increased by half a second.
The soul arrow was released along the tip of the sword, and with the addition of the lines on the dagger, its power became several percent stronger. Invisible ripples appeared on Ren's body when he was hit head-on. Kelson even saw that his soul was briefly shocked out of his body.
Although this technique did not kill the opponent, Ren's pupils were already gray and he fell into a state of shock, unable to react to the outside world at all.
Kelsen did not hesitate, stepped forward and stabbed Ren's chest with the black bone in the palm of his right hand. With a popping sound, the body that was lying there unable to move, although there was no change, had lost the breath of life.
There is no clue or abnormal movement. This forbidden thing just gives pure death to all things equally.
Kelson stood up, feeling no psychological discomfort from his first murder. On the one hand, the killing effect of the Fallen Bones is too bland, and secondly, Kelsen understands that if he wants to escape from Kongsbod or even survive in this world, this will definitely not be the last life lost in his hands.
Kelsen took away all of Lane's belongings and made a scene of robbery and murder. Then he stabbed the wound on his chest several times with a dagger, making it impossible to easily deduce the cause of death from the wound.
After doing all this, Kelsen breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened up and prepared to leave the alley.
"Good evening, heretic."
The sudden sound almost stopped Kelsen's heart and lungs. He held the dagger and turned around quickly. In his sight was the judge wearing a red hood and a burqa. Unlike the inquisitors he encountered while hunting giant rats, his monk's robe was not completely red, but instead had the sacred pattern of the Flame of Judgment embroidered on the white robe.
"Such a wonderful night, such a holy moonlight." The judge's voice was soft but contained murderous intent, and he walked towards Kelson step by step: "But it was tainted by the dirty and evil necromancer."
Kelsen didn't talk to him or run away. His appearance and clothing were all seen by the other party. Even if he escaped by chance, it would be very easy for the other party to find out his true identity. He must kill this judge right here and now.
Kelsen used all the remaining spiritual transformation to cast the soul arrow, relying on the spell on the short sword. With the overflowing magic accumulation, a soul arrow that could be said to be a "spear" was launched. .
The judge just raised his hand, and the holy patterns on the blood-colored gloves flickered. As the red flames rose up, he grasped the incoming soul spear and crushed it into floating necrotic demonic accumulations.
"A futile struggle." The Inquisitor stepped on the ground and rushed out, and smashed his fist with the holy flame towards Kelsen. Kelsen didn't dare to let this kind of flame carrying powerful sacred magic essence hit him, so he hurriedly stepped back.
At this time, the Inquisitor gathered the holy flames in his hands into a holy spear, and flew Kelsen into the air, who was unable to dodge. Then he held the holy spear in his back and threw it towards Kelson's chest.
Kelsen felt a sharp burning pain coming from his punctured abdomen, which was the reaction of the soul of the undead creature being severely injured by the holy demon. If he was hit in the chest by that holy spear next, he would have no chance of surviving. He stretched out his right hand with all his strength and pointed at the holy spear with the bone spur in his palm.
When the sacred demonic aggregates and ultimate death intersect, in the end, the power of death is superior. The holy spear shattered and dissipated, but the powerful impact still knocked Kelsen away and fell to the ground.
The holy flames in his abdomen began to burn into his insides, igniting Kelsen's demonic ashes, and his body felt on the verge of disintegration. The concept of death appeared in his mind. Even the undead that had lost their lives could not escape the fate of final death.
Kelsen grabbed Ren's body next to him and threw it at the inquisitor. The flesh and blood reconstruction technique was reversed and released. The dead flesh raised countless spikes in the air and pushed back the attacking inquisitor. The moment it landed, Exploded.
Blood and broken bones were splashed all around, and dents were dug into the solid masonry walls. The Inquisitor waved a curtain of holy flames with one hand to resist all the splashes. But his expression turned ferocious, and he was now angry at Kelsen for desecrating the corpse.
He condensed a huge holy sword, and the blazing holy flames gathered on it like a whirlpool. He raised the holy sword high above his head, intending to completely burn Kelson into ashes.
And he didn't notice Kelsen's current state at all.
The severe pain from his soul made Kelson almost lose consciousness and reason. Things that were originally shackled in his memory flowed out, and the most profound and evil whispers sounded in his mind. Among these taboo knowledge that humans cannot understand and recognize, a certain piece of wisdom dominated the fragment of Deathfall in his right hand.
It is the knowledge of the end of all things.
Bone spurs surged out from Kelsen's palm, splitting and interlacing like growth, forming a forest of bones and dead thorns. Indescribable structures were born from them, including grotesque claws and teeth, sharp angles, and dark pupils. And these horrifying things silently swallowed up the inquisitor.
The judge just looked directly at this scene, and the holy sword in his hand faded away like death before he could slash it out. His clothes began to rot, and even his fingers became shriveled and inactive. The next moment, the sharp thorns engraved with curses cut his fingers.
At the same moment, the judge pinched his elbow and tore the entire forearm from his body, then quickly retreated and fled the alley in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, Kelsen, whose mouth and nose were overflowing with dark blood, fell to the ground helplessly. Those dead derivatives quickly converged, and finally they all got back into his palm.
After lying in the snow for a few minutes, Kelsen shook his head and got up. After barely regaining some consciousness, he wiped the blood from his face with his expensive formal clothes, and then limped towards the mansion where the death party was held.
