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Chapter 424 Cross Epee (add more rewards to "adverb")
The archaeologist took the lead, and when she stepped on the top of the stairs leading to the tower, a dark figure appeared at the end of the grand castle corridor.

It was Armand Ray, the gentleman and elegant housekeeper with a friendly smile.

He was still wearing the luxurious mid-century tuxedo, with lace and satin on the neckline and cuffs, with a just right smile on his face, standing upright at the end of the aisle.

The archaeologist narrowed his eyes slightly, put on a guarded posture, and took out a few small marbles from his pocket.

At this time, An Lin also walked up the stairs.

The three looked at each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was extremely strange for a while. Without the red moonlight, the castle was plunged into darkness, and only the faint light in the sky could barely see each other clearly.

Armand Ray stared at them, smiling: "Are there only these people?"

An Lin sneered: "Are you the witch's lackey?"

"No, I am the most loyal servant of the master." The smile on the corner of Armand Ray's mouth remained unchanged, as if he was not angry at all because of being offended.

"To put it bluntly, I'm still a running dog." An Lin choked.

"..."

Armand Ray didn't speak anymore, after all, they didn't come to spit at each other.

He raised his right hand, and a round of pure black double-bladed flywheel dart was suspended in the palm of his hand. A strong and strange smell of decay came out from the flywheel, and the viscous dark matter dripped onto the ground.

The archaeologist's pupils trembled: "Be careful! It's that breath!"

"Oh, the abyss is the abyss, there's no need to hide it!"

An Lin sneered, her eyes glowed fiercely, she pulled out her whip with a sense of hostility, and rushed towards Armand Lei Steward very quickly!

The archaeologist looked at the irascible girl who seemed to have lost her mind when she charged ahead without waiting for her teammates to arrive, bravely testing the enemy for her teammates, and silently took two steps back.

When An Lin attacked, the flywheel in Armand Ray's hand also swept out, turning into a dark light and passing through the corridor.

In the dark, darker things have a natural concealment effect.

An Lin's rushing posture stopped suddenly, and the long whip in her hand was swung high by her, as smoothly and freely as an outstretched arm, and it twirled deftly in the air.

"Snapped!"

A glimmer of dark light burst out in the center of the corridor, and the hidden flywheel showed its shape, and was hit by An Lin's whip tail and flew backwards towards the wall.

Armand Ray's expression remained unchanged, and he stood still without moving. The flywheel that was about to hit the wall suddenly split into two, and flew towards her again through the air like a phantom!
The two flywheels flanked one left and one right, and then split into two again while flying in the air, directly forming an encircling circle.

With a mocking smile on An Lin's face, she slapped the ground hard with her whip.

Snapped!
Dust rose and the black mist dissipated.

The shining white light bloomed from the whip, instantly dispelling the phantoms of several flywheels approaching, and then she turned around and swung back, the whip hit the real flywheel with precision again!
However, the moment the whip body fell on the flywheel, the flywheel split into two again, and rushed towards An Lin at unabated speed!

call out--

She leaned back violently, two flywheels almost passed by her head, and the breath of the abyss that was so close was disgusting.

The two passing flywheels split into several again, and suddenly turned to surround her. Cold sweat ran across An Lin's forehead. She immediately adjusted her posture and was about to attack.

"It's not a phantom!"

There was a sudden shout not far away. Facing several flywheels, An Lin's long whip, which was originally raised, turned suddenly, from downward swing to horizontal sweep.

Accompanied by the sound of several air explosions, several flywheels were scattered in the air by the flashing whip, and scattered into a pile of sticky dark matter and fell to the ground.

Seeing this situation, An Lin was terrified.

As a result, she calmed down a little from her agitated and uncontrollable emotions, and began to fear her impulsive behavior just now.

Armand Ray retracted the double-bladed flywheel spinning in the air, and looked up at the archaeologist standing at the stairs.

The archaeologist heaved a sigh of relief, and the marble in his hand was ready to go. If the female student hadn't responded in time to break the situation, she would have thrown the marble out.

Although the child seemed to be mentally affected a little, as long as it wasn't completely corrupted and polluted, it was better to stay alive than to die.

At this time, the slow traveling poet finally came up from the stairs.

He first looked around the circle, and soon found that the entire tower building was already dark, but it was not obvious because it was already dark visually.

Armand Ray turned his eyes, first looked at the traveling poet, and suddenly stared at the crossed epee in his hand, his face suddenly gloomy:
"It seems that my master also did something without telling me, and actually let you enter that place."

"Hiding it?" The archaeologist frowned when he keenly captured the word.

It sounds like Qi Lisi has really overturned her car!

Immediately, she didn't know whether she should be happy that the witch was sanctioned, or whether she should worry about whether she could still get her mission goal, anyway, let's gloat for a while!

The traveling poet looked at him calmly: "Where is Qi Lisi?"

As soon as the words fell, Armand Ray's expression became ferocious, the darkness in the entire aisle boiled up, and the walls of the castle rippled like water waves.

Armand Ray stared at him viciously: "You are also worthy of calling the master's name directly?!"

boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and dozens of knights in black lacquered armor came out from the wall, some were holding spears, some were holding swords, and some were holding a huge axe!

They are all tall and strong, exuding a distorted and evil breath of the abyss, such a row of majestic knight armor standing silently in the middle of the aisle, very oppressive!

An Lin had already withdrawn and backed away, looking at the knight armor vigilantly, with a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.

The archaeologist looked at the people next to him dumbfounded, and murmured, "Did you trigger some hidden checkpoint?"

Traveling poet: "..."

"Let me tell you first, I can't even blow up these things to death!"

The archaeologist had the psychological shadow of being in the underground space last night. At this moment, she clenched the marbles in her hand and said nervously and hastily.

The traveling poet observed the corridor, and then said, "Help me for a minute."

"No! It's too long!"

"...50 seconds."

"Is there a difference?!"

The archaeologist was a little mad, and focused on the crossed epee in his hand, and said quickly: "Wait, this sword should be very useful, but you haven't researched how to use it?"

Hearing this, the traveling poet hesitated slightly.

The archaeologist caught his emotions, and was a little surprised at the moment—this guy really knows how to use it, and Qi Lisi counted it again? !

The next moment, the archaeologist suddenly looked at the dozens of knight armors in the corridor!

She thought of something, and her body was a little chilly.

……

——Remember to give this sword to him, he will know how to use it.

—No matter what, let him hold it.

……

Archaeologists studied it for a long time last night. Although the sword cuts iron like mud, it has no actual effect against evil forces.

She found a concave notch in the crossguard, and guessed that there must be something.

So the reason why Qi Lisi is so sure that the traveling poet can use it is that the thing is on the other party?

What's more, the witch tried every means to make her have to take the traveling poet to the tower, give him the crossed epee, and specifically bring up the topic of letting him use the sword...

But now they are blocked by the powerful abyss steward.

hiss!Doesn't all of this come naturally? !
When the archaeologist was brainstorming, while lighting a candle for the traveling poet, he silently lit a candle for himself.

……

(End of this chapter)