The archaeologist took the lead. When she stepped onto the top of the stairs leading to the tower, a dark figure appeared in front of her at the end of the magnificent castle corridor.
He is the butler Armand Ray, who has a kind smile, is a gentleman and is elegant.
He was still wearing the luxurious medieval tuxedo with lace and satin on the collar and cuffs. He had a well-placed smile on his face and stood upright at the end of the aisle.
The archaeologist narrowed his eyes slightly, assumed a defensive posture, and took out a few small marbles from his pocket.
At this time, An Lin also came up from the stairs.
The three of them looked at each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was extremely strange for a moment. Without the red moonlight, the castle was plunged into darkness, and only the faint light in the air could barely see each other clearly.
Armand Ray looked at them with a smile: "Are these the only ones?"
An Lin sneered: "Are you the witch's lackey?"
"No, I am my master's most loyal servant." The smile on Armand Ray's lips remained unchanged, and he seemed not to be angry at all because of being offended.
"To put it bluntly, he is still a running dog." An Lin choked.
"..."
Armand Ray said no more, after all, they were not here to spit on each other.
He raised his right hand, and a pure black double-edged flywheel dart floated in the palm of his hand. A rich and strange rotten aura came from the flywheel, and a thick dark substance dripped onto the ground.
The archaeologist's eyes trembled: "Be careful! It's that aura!"
"Oh, the abyss is an abyss, there is no need to be secretive!"
An Lin sneered, a fierce light flashed in her eyes, she drew out her whip with a fierce aura, and rushed towards Butler Armand Ray at an extremely fast speed!
The archaeologist looked at the man who took the lead in charging without waiting for his teammates to arrive, and bravely tested the enemy for his teammates. Like a irritable girl who had lost her mind, she silently took two steps back.
When An Lin attacked, the flywheel in Armand Ray's hand also flew out quickly, turning into a dark light and passing through the corridor.
In the darkness, darker things have a natural concealment effect.
An Lin's dashing figure suddenly stopped, and the long whip in her hand was swung high into the air. It was as smooth and free as an outstretched arm, and it spun dexterously in the air.
"Snapped!"
A dim light burst out in the center of the corridor, and the hidden flywheel took shape. It was hit by An Lin's whip tail and flew backwards towards the wall.
Armand Lei'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 through the air towards her again like a phantom!
The two flywheels flanked each other, one on the left and the other on the right. They flew in the air and split into two again, directly forming an encirclement.
An Lin had a mocking smile on her face and slapped the ground heavily with her whip.
Snapped!
The dust rose and the black fog cleared.
The shining white light bloomed from the whip, instantly eliminating several flywheel illusions that were approaching. Then she turned around and swung back, and the whip accurately hit the real flywheel again!
However, the moment the whip body landed on the flywheel, the flywheel split into two again and rushed towards An Lin without losing speed!
call out--
She leaned back suddenly, and the two flywheels almost passed by her head. The breath of the abyss so close at hand was nauseating.
The two passing flywheels split into several again, and suddenly turned to surround her. Cold sweat broke out on An Lin's forehead, and she immediately adjusted her posture to attack.
"Not a phantom!"
A shout suddenly came from not far away. Facing several flywheels, An Lin's long whip that was originally raised suddenly turned from a downward swing to a horizontal sweep.
Along with the sound of several air explosions, several flywheels were scattered in the air by the shining whip, and scattered into a pile of sticky dark matter that pattered to the ground.
Seeing this situation, An Lin was still frightened.
As a result, her originally agitated and uncontrollable emotions calmed down a bit, and she began to fear her impulsive behavior just now.
Armand Ray retracted the double-edged flywheel spinning in the air and raised his eyes to look at the archaeologist standing at the top of the stairs.
The archaeologist breathed a sigh of relief, and the marble in his hand was ready to go. If the female student hadn't reacted in time to break the situation, she would have thrown the marble out.
Although this child seems to be mentally affected, as long as it has not been completely eroded and polluted, it is better to stay alive than to die.
At this time, the slow traveling poet finally came up from the stairs.
He first looked around, and soon found that the entire tower building was dark, but because it was already dark visually, it was not obvious.
Armand Ray turned his eyes, first looked at the traveling poet, and then suddenly stared at the cross epee in his hand, his expression suddenly gloomy:
"It seems that my master also did something without telling me, and actually let you enter that place."
"Hide it?" Capturing this word keenly, the archaeologist raised his eyebrows.
It sounds like Qilisi has really overturned!
Suddenly, she didn't know whether she should be happy that the witch had been sanctioned, or whether she should be worried about whether she could still get her mission target. Anyway, let's gloat for a while!
The traveling poet looked at him calmly: "Where is Qilis?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Armand Ray's expression suddenly became ferocious, the darkness in the entire corridor boiled, and the walls of the castle rippled like water waves.
Armand Ray stared at him fiercely: "How dare you call the master by his first name?!"
boom!
Suddenly there was a sound, and dozens of knights in black armor walked out of the wall, some holding spears, some holding swords, and some holding a huge axe!
They are all tall, unusually strong, and exude a twisted and evil aura of the abyss. Such a row of majestic knight armors stand silently in the middle of the aisle, which is extremely oppressive!
An Lin had already withdrawn and backed away, looking at these knight armors with vigilance, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.
The archaeologist looked at the person next to him dumbfounded and murmured: "Did you trigger some hidden level?"
Traveling poet: "..."
"Let me tell you first, I can't even blow these things up!"
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 spoke nervously.
The traveling poet observed the corridor and then said: "Give me a minute."
"No! It's too long!"
"...fifty seconds."
"Is there a difference?!"
The archaeologist was a little crazy. He focused his eyes on the heavy cross sword in his hand and said quickly: "Wait a minute, this sword should be very useful. Haven't you figured out how to use it?"
Hearing this, the traveling poet hesitated slightly.
The archaeologist caught his emotion and was a little surprised at the moment - this guy really knows how to use it, Qilisi has figured it out again?!
The next moment, the archaeologist suddenly looked at the dozens of knight armors in the corridor!
She thought of something and felt a little chill in her body.
…
——Remember to give this sword to him, he will know how to use it.
——He must hold it no matter what.
…
Archaeologists studied it for a long time last night. Although the sword cut iron as well as clay, it had no actual effect against evil forces.
She noticed that there was a concave notch on the cross guard, and she thought there might be something missing.
So the reason why Qilisi is so sure that the traveling poet can be used is because that thing is in the other person's body?
What's more, the witch tried every means to force her to take the traveling poet to the tower, give him the epee sword, and specifically bring up the topic of letting him use the sword...
And now they are blocked by the powerful Butler of the Abyss.
Hiss! Didn’t all this fall into place?!
When the archaeologist was brainstorming, he lit a candle for the traveling poet and silently lit a candle for himself.
