"Get out of my way!"
The heavy shield once again made a heart-stopping roar in the air, and the kinetic energy brought by the huge mass also made a muffled sound in the air that was unique when it collided with people. It turned three times in a row before gradually stopping. After coming down, Gedman immediately hid his figure behind the shield according to his fighting habits, and his panting expression also showed signs of exhaustion: "Huh, uh, uh, uh... Really, there are enough. Of."
"They should all be from the Magic Empire, or players." The snow-colored spear that followed him stabbed two straight vertical lines behind him, killing the two who were just about to break into Gedman's range. The enemy stabbed him through: "If it is just for defense, it may be able to deal with so many, but if it is used for offense, the shield as a weapon is still a bit too bulky."
"I don't want to consume so much energy. The problem is that the situation at hand is not willing to give us such a chance." He stood up supported by the back of the shield and gained some breathing space with the attack of the Snow Spirit Phantom Ice. Demaine looked back with a wry smile: "Next time if I have time, I should probably put shield fighting training on the agenda... bmph."
"I don't know where that guy got such bad luck that he could actually survive in such a chaotic battle."
In the melee scene that was still scattered in all directions, he looked at the blood-soaked figure of Asahi Dongsheng in front of him who had just escaped from the crowd and was swinging an ax and laughing loudly: "With his luck, we can be considered a preliminary step. We are out of the enemy's encirclement, except——"
Bang!
The sound of blunt blows then appeared in everyone's ears, and was accompanied by the strange sight of a straight line flying suddenly in the air and being blocked by a gray-robed magician with his bare hands. He turned around and looked at Gedman, who was in that direction, then opened his eyes wide and looked involuntarily along the direction from which the straight line had just flown to the bottom of the other side of the circular tower that was spiraling downwards: " --hateful."
"It seems that you, an archer who brags about your abilities every day, are not very good now."
Looking sideways at the sight of the archer who was slowly lowering the big black bow with both hands and cursing secretly, the magicians standing aside also made their own retorts: "It looks like such a powerful attack, but it is Can’t even shoot a magician.”
"Even though I am a magician now, my physical attributes are not much worse than yours."
As if he was answering the questions of the magicians affiliated with the Magic Empire from a distance, Duan Qing started running again and whispered to himself: "Even without the protection of magic, I am not like you casual people. It can be dispatched with just a simple attack."
"Dragon Shadow Arrow!"
He quickly responded with a counterattack, and a new round of attacks from the side of the corridor below quickly came to Duan Qing again. He had no time to dodge and had to focus the dark yellow magic energy on his arms again. In the meantime, the posture surrounding the block to resist the arrow attack became as hard as a copper wall: "Enchanted!"
"Wall of the Earth!"
The dragon-shaped arrow let out a heart-stopping roar the moment it approached the other side of the corridor, and collided heavily with Duan Qing's arms that had just been raised. The sharp piercing light then shattered inch by inch in the khaki brilliance. The sound was once again deflected into the depths of the dark void, and the force of the repulsion also knocked Duan Qing's figure flying hard to the wall on the other side of the corridor: "Cough, cough, cough, cough - Ninglan!"
The sound of metal filaments breaking through the air then sounded behind Duan Qing's dull roar, and the light of the silk threads that cut through the ground also forced back the silhouettes of several black-clothed enemies that rushed in front of Duan Qing. After turning back, the fine metal reflections reflected by the flying blood lines followed the dance of Ningyu Ninglan's hands and were pulled back, and then wrapped around his body curled up on the ground: "Sir!"
"Fortunately, I cast a levitation spell on myself in advance, otherwise I might really fall here this time."
The human body that should have been extremely heavy became light under the winding and pulling of the metal wires. The gray-robed figure shrouded in emerald green energy was instantly pulled further into the corridor, and he got up from half lying on the ground. The gray-robed magician then stretched out his hand and temporarily freed himself from the hands of Enyu Ninglan, who had already burdened two bodies: "Okay, the distance should be enough, the rest -"
"It's time for the escape phase that we love to see!"
Nodding at the already moving Dark Whisper Ninglan, Duan Qing, who was at the very back, started circling upwards along the corridor again. The figures of the players who had already broken through the encirclement also broke through the magic one after another. The dust raised by the bombing, bathed in fireballs swaying in the air, and the rest of the people's shouts of death rushed deeper into the tower. His physical strength was almost completely exhausted. The gray-robed magician running at the rear did not release any more magic to slow down the pursuers behind him. He used all his strength to hang at the rear of the team, panting. The sound began to become more and more intense, until a glistening light from the end of the corridor appeared in front of them, and he suddenly suppressed it: "That's it! The portal leading to the next floor!"
"Hurry up! Don't stop! Let's talk after we pass the door!"
"What level are we on now? Where does the next level lead to?"
"What the hell! First—"
Uh-huh!
The bright light once again passed through the crowd, and suddenly passed through the cheek of Duan Qing, who was running at the rear. A stream of black light from far to near was also shot away again by Xueling Huanbing's carbine. The dark void gradually fell down along the central area surrounded by the corridor: "Every time the crane ends with you, I'm somewhat used to it."
"There's nothing I can do about it. Even with the extra twenty-level attributes, I'm probably the one with the worst physical fitness in the team." Duan Qing took two steps forward with the help of the opponent's guard, without paying attention to the focus of his eyes. They gathered at the portal in front: "A magician is still a magician after all. He can't continue to jump up and down like before - Hey! What are you still hesitating about? Hurry through the door!"
"Since you are the person at the end of the crane, how could we leave you to escape alone?" The eyes of the other players met, Asahi Dongsheng was the first to let out a low laugh: "You go first, this It’s our turn to come to the rear next time.”
"Thank you for your concern for the weak, but it's not necessary." Duan Qing straightened his body, sweating profusely, turned around and showed the magic ball in his hand to the enemies who were approaching quickly: "Blocking I can leave the matter to you—"
"But this is the only thing I can do."
The ticking sound was inserted into the nearby shouts of killing with the pressing of his fingers. The gray-robed magician who raised his lips then gently placed the magic ball on the ground, representing The ominous aura was then accompanied by the appearance of red light that flashed more and more frequently on the surface of the magic ball, reflected in the gradually enlarging pupils of every player present: "...Holy crap!"
"Can you inform us first!"
"Do you still need to talk about this kind of thing? If you want to really stop these pursuers, of course there is only one way!"
"Get away now! The only fuse is——"
Sporadic long-range attacks followed the final dialogue between the teams and flew in the direction of the pursuers. They also became the last gift for this team to delay the opponent's pursuit. A strong explosion also followed. Balls of fire and thick smoke appeared in front of the last figures of these players who disappeared behind the portal, and were quickly mixed with the pursuers rushing forward and the long-range attacks flying from a distance. Strong vibrations then gradually spread to the upper and lower reaches of the tower along with the appearance of the explosion. The falling gravel and dust also followed the vibrations from the explosion and fell towards the huge hole in the center of the tower. After going down, the gray-robed magician who had escaped to a new level then joined the other players who had just climbed up, whistling and inspecting the billowing smoke and the constant sound of the smoke that was spraying out from directly below his position. Screaming: "Hoo, ho... wow, the timing is just right, I should be able to temporarily block them for a while."
"You actually turned into a bomb maniac!" His ears then heard Goldman's angry shout as he stood up: "We almost turned into the same dust, didn't we?"
"I have not only made magic bombs before, but also made magic time bombs - you should know this." Looking at the scene where the magic light that just passed through behind him slowly disappeared, he let out a long sigh of relief. Duan Qing also temporarily relaxed his mood: "The only way to ensure that we destroy the portal after we pass through it is to set a delayed detonation."
"Fortunately, it was successful in the end." Sighing and looking away, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was also relaxed, then let go of the gray-robed magician's arm: "If I hadn't reached out and pulled it out in the end, you... The slowest person might have been left on the other side——"
"It doesn't matter, there's still Ninglan."
A smiling voice came from behind the two people, accompanied by Ninglan, who had just put down Furla, and fiddled with the metal wire in her hand: "Ninglan's 'love safety rope' has always been connected to Mr. Together, even without Miss Xue Ling Huan Bing, Ning Lan will bring Mr. back from hell."
"...Dangerous things like that shouldn't be used to save people in the first place!" Xue Ling Huanbing, who pulled the black thread off his face and slung the spear behind his back, twisted his eyebrows and started his own Accusation: "And what's up with all those dangerous wires of yours? Where did you get them?"
"Ninglan asked the blacksmith in the City of Freedom to help Ninglan build it privately. How is it? Isn't it very tough? It is not only used to save people at critical moments when someone is powerless, but also used to kill people. It’s just as sharp.”
"Okay, okay, don't argue." He raised his palms with a wry smile, and Duan Qing, who was squeezed between the two women, symbolically persuaded him: "It would be more useful for us to quickly figure out the situation at hand. --Well."
"Has anyone found any clues?" He calmly retracted his glared face, and then turned his eyes to the surrounding corridor walls amid the teasing eyes of the others: "A nameplate or something else?" Tips or something?”
"That's it."
A low voice then sounded in his ears, drawing the eyes of several people to the direction of Lorna at the same time. She who was already standing there at some point also stopped her light steps, wearing a hood and cloak. His body then overlapped with a line of small words on the side of the corridor: "It says Tina Luo Jie, this thing in Room 0901."
"Tina Luo Jie? Room 0901?" He subconsciously repeated the other party's words. Duan Qing, who was approaching, also cast his eyes on the line of small words: "Is this the house number? This kind of thing can explain What?"
"According to the naming rules within the Tower of Tyrann, the room numbers on each floor are sorted according to the number and order of floors." After saying this softly, Lorna, who had attracted everyone's attention, slowly stood up straight. Body: "01 means this is the first room on this floor, while 09 represents the floor number."
"We are on the ninth floor of the Tower of Tyran."
She smiled, and her face was once again hidden in the center of her sight, which dimmed as she turned around. The still endless high-tower corridor then appeared in front of Duan Qing and others as they raised their heads, and the quiet atmosphere pervaded this place. The next moment was interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps from the front: "Well, in the end, you didn't even get out of the bottom floor... huh?"
"Well, it seems that there should be guards on this floor." His eyes met with the figures in front of him, and Duan Qing, who had put away his resting movements, let out a helpless sigh: "Although the number of people is certainly not high. There will be more than what we encountered just now, but it will still be a bunch of trouble."
"We still have to keep going up, right?" After looking back for a while, Gedman also raised his shield again: "The current level is the ninth... It sounds a little bit... Desperate."
"It's just a casual walk, they didn't let us rush to the 100th floor." Pointing at the wide corridor in front of a few people who were also getting ready for battle, Duan Qing, who perked up his ears, said in a low voice. : "We were 'invited' to the enemy's lair, and we have been receiving a special grand welcome until now."
"Before we figure out how all this happened, we have to thank them properly first."
