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Chapter 425 Don't Give Your Opponent Time to Breathe
During Armand Thunder's rage, the two of them couldn't discuss for a long time. In the end, the traveling poet left a sentence of "50 seconds" and rushed towards the knight's armor first.

The archaeologist who saw this situation was stunned for two seconds.

Didn’t the meaning of what you said just now mean that you want me to help you delay the time, and then you read a big move?
But why do you go up first by yourself now? !

She couldn't stay still for long, because the traveling poet who rushed forward didn't collide head-on with the knight's armor, but turned around and disappeared after a sufficient distance caused the group of monsters to riot!
So he simply went to help them wake up the monster...

Dozens of armored knights roared silently, waving their weapons and charging!
An Lin quickly retreated to the side of the archaeologist, frowned and said, "This kind of thing can't be killed at all. Do you have any countermeasures? Where's that guy just now?"

The archaeologist looked at her, his eyes moved slightly: "Hold me for ten seconds, try not to let them get close, I need to accumulate strength."

"Huh?!" An Lin looked at her incredulously: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"I'm not good at close combat."

The archaeologist said, holding a crystal clear marble in his hand, and then threw it out forcefully.

"boom!"

The explosion exploded in front of the armor of the knights before charging, but the shock wave only slowed them down a little, and then they continued to charge over at a faster speed.

Then, the archaeologist took out another marble and looked at An Lin sincerely.

An Lin pursed her lips: "..."

Row!She blocks it!
An Lin turned her head and stared fiercely at the group of armored knights. The fierce light in her eyes seemed no weaker than that of the opponent, and then she slammed her whip and rushed back very quickly!

wow——

The end of the thrown whip extended infinitely, and after wrapping around the spear knight who bore the brunt, he pulled back violently!

The knight armor in front was forced to stumble, and the charge formation of the whole group was immediately disrupted by her. Afterwards, An Lin waved her whip and went straight into the battle!
……

At this moment, the true melee warrior, the traveling bard, did his old trick again, dodging onto the beam post, and quickly hopping around the edge of the narrow wall.

Pieces of prismatic metal sheets were embedded in the wall by him. Suddenly, there was a violent explosion sound from the corridor below.

Booming—the flames swept through a powerful shock wave, knocking over the armor of the knights and knocking them back. However, the power of the explosion is completely out of proportion to the strength of the shock wave.

The knight's armor, which was not seriously damaged, got up and continued to charge without feeling any pain.

The traveling poet glanced at the battle below, and continued to move forward. At this moment, his nerves tensed suddenly, and he dodged to the side.

呲——

The black flywheel crossed the side of his head and was embedded in the wall.

Then, the blade loosens, and the flywheel strikes again after being drawn out!
The traveling poet jumped off the edge of the wall, his ghostly figure was erratic, and he did not fight the flywheel head-on, but he walked through the chaotic corridor of the battle as if he had entered the land of no one.

He looked up to where Steward Armand Ray was.

There is the main entrance of the palace, and the huge palace door is tightly closed, and the rose relief carved on the door has been corroded into darkness.

And Armand Thunderkeeper, whose aura was completely different from yesterday, stood at the same place, and the surging darkness behind him seemed to be roaring with evil spirits, and he followed the traveling poet's figure with a sullen expression.

At this moment, the two looked at each other.

Armand Ray smiled coldly, with one hand behind his back, while the fingers of the other hand flicked lightly in the air.

The flywheel chasing the traveling poet instantly split into more than a dozen, densely packed around in all directions, and the flywheel passing by brought a wave of shadow ripples.

There is no way ahead!
But there is still one place that has not been arranged...

The traveling poet suddenly stopped, looking vigilantly at the flywheels floating around him, and also guarded against Armand Ray who was looking at him with a mocking face.

"Boom!"

There was another violent explosion from behind, accompanied by the roar of the archaeologist: "50 seconds have passed!"

Dozens of knight armors have completely wrapped the two of them.

An Lin was wounded, looking at the armor cut with a big axe, a trace of fear appeared in her eyes uncontrollably, this feeling made her emotionally a little bit intense.

The archaeologist is quite capable, but facing dozens of monsters who don't know the five senses, she can only continue to consume her marbles to repel them, and there is no way to fundamentally solve the crisis!
Even if the explosion destroyed the armor on them, after a while, the armor wriggled and returned to normal.

This is simply a group of undead monsters!

An Lin, who was in an abnormal mood, was breathing quickly. She was holding her head, trying to get rid of the endless chatter in her mind, but when she faced a knight armor rushing towards him wielding a giant ax again, she couldn't keep up with her reaction in time.

The violent wind fell from the top of the head, An Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly lifted the whip to the top of her head!
"Oh!"

The ax fell head-on and hit the whip hard!

The sharp blade was only an inch away from her forehead, and it trembled under the resistance of the whip and wanted to fall, and the oppressive force became stronger and stronger.

An Lin's eyes widened as she stared at the weapon in front of her. A tense nerve in her mind was screaming crazily. The depression of the abyss and the despair of death were intertwined, and her emotions were about to collapse!
The archaeologist discovered the situation over there, and immediately pulled out a marble in his hand.

However, before she threw it out to kill [-] enemies and damage [-] teammates, An Lin suddenly let out a hysterical roar full of anger, and the shining light suddenly burst out from her body!
boom!
The light pierced through the armor of the knight who slashed at her with the giant axe, and the body of the armor instantly turned into smoke and dissipated.

The archaeologist made a move...

It seems that bringing this student is really useful.

However, An Lin, who had overdrawn the divine power in her body, immediately fell to the ground, trembling and breathing deeply, her face extremely pale.

However, there are still dozens of enemies around.

The archaeologist finally threw the marble in his hand over there, but at the next moment, there was a sharp and piercing whistling sound in the air, and the leaping marble was cut into three pieces in an instant!

shhhhhh-!
Golden ripples flashed past, converging from all directions towards a point in the distance.

The movements of those knight armors also froze at this moment, they ran two steps forward with inertia, and finally fell to the ground and scattered into a pile of iron armor fragments.

Dozens of different types of knight armors were instantly killed!

……

The clattering iron armor fell to the ground, and the vision in front of him suddenly became empty again.

At the end of the aisle, there stood Armand Ray Steward with an extremely ugly face, and the traveling poet who was full of wounds but completed the closing gesture.

Inspired by countless pieces of metal, they converged on him, almost submerging into the traveling poet's body at the speed of light, but this time he also left a blade-like wound on his body.

What was also cut at that moment just now was Armand Ray's control of several flywheels surrounding him.

The traveling poet looked over indifferently, and mocked expressionlessly: "During battle, do you like to give your opponent time to breathe and fight back?"

To be honest, if it wasn't for the butler who seemed intent on torturing him, he wouldn't have had time to make the last arrangement and complete the trap recovery at a critical moment.

Hearing this, Armand Ray smiled sinisterly: "You are right, I should bury you directly."

As the voice fell, the aisle suddenly vibrated, and after that, countless howling ghosts and monsters struggled on the wall, trying to rush out through the black membrane and tear up all the creatures here!

They exude extreme malice, and the abyssal atmosphere of violence, depravity and decay, death and despair rushes towards us!

The archaeologist's face immediately changed, and he cursed: "Are you an idiot, and you still remind your opponents like this! Opening one hidden level is not enough, so open two more!"

Traveling poet: "..."

……

(End of this chapter)