The prospect of having an infantry legion of Abominations is quite tempting, but the prerequisite is that Downton survives. With his current strength, there is almost no possibility of victory in a head-on conflict with eight Abominations.
"Sit up!" Throwing away all thoughts, Downton concentrated on dealing with the predicament in front of him.
Celes was very obedient. After floating close, she swooped down, sat on the unicorn's back, and hugged Downton's waist.
Downton immediately knocked the horse's belly hard, and the unicorn ran wildly, like a cloud in the sky, and it opened some distance in an instant.
"Yes, random thoughts are taboo in battle." Homer gave a high evaluation to Downton for being able to resist the temptation and not continue to ask about the knowledge of abominations. This young man knew when and what to do.
Woo woo woo.
Celes hugged Downton tightly and pressed her cheek against his back. After feeling relieved, she finally cried.
Being chased by a group of ugly and fierce-looking Stitch Monsters almost turned the young Death Banshee's face pale with fear. She thought she was going to die this time.
Seeing that the enemy was about to run away, the eight abominations let out an angry hoarse roar from their throats and threw the weapons in their hands with all their strength.
The war blade, which was as wide as a door panel, made a sound of breaking the wind, and shot towards Downton with a roar.
"Be careful, there's one coming." The magic book reminded him quickly when he saw a war blade shooting directly at Downton's back.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Downton comforted Celes, turned sideways, held the battle ax in his right hand, and faced the incoming war blade with a giant seal.
Bang, the huge magic battle ax hit the war blade hard, and the huge force knocked it aside. It flew past the right side of the war horse and plunged into the ground, creating a big crater.
The other war blades also passed by Downton. They either crashed into the ground or collapsed the walls next to them.
Dust floated and rocks splashed, hitting Downton's armor with a loud bang.
Fortunately, the unicorn is a soul mount, so it won't panic if it is hit by dense gravel. If it were replaced by an ordinary horse, the horse would be frightened and lose control, and Downton would have to be thrown to death.
After turning onto a street, Downton slowed down the Unicorn's speed slightly. Celes was sitting unsteadily. If she went too fast, she would be thrown off.
"Hold tighter." Downton was still a little frightened, and the power of hatred was very strong. Even the giant seal he hit with all his strength didn't stop the war blade, and let it shoot towards him.
Hate ran, his thick thighs stepped on the ground, making a huge sound, like the roar of war drums.
These guys are chasing after them so hard that people don't dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Go back to the hiding place, and then leave this neighborhood through the teleportation array. These suture monsters are brainless. They will keep chasing us until they get new orders."
As soon as Homer finished speaking, he saw a young man running out of breath from a street corner a hundred meters away.
"Robinson!" Downton's pupils shrank sharply, he grasped the one-handed ax tightly, and subconsciously tightened the reins, turned around and left.
Before entering the dungeon, Robinson was already at the fifth level of the soul. He was very talented. Coupled with the hard training during this period, he had reached the peak of the fifth level of the soul.
Downton really has no chance of winning against him.
"Downton?" Robinson's face was full of surprise. He thought that the bastard fish that survived would be Duren, but he didn't expect that it was the commoner who was not even a magician.
The grimoire was quiet. No text was projected to guide Downton. In addition to wanting to see how the new master would respond in such adversity, this unexpected encounter was also very powerful in tempering his mental state. As long as Downton
Being able to survive the moment will greatly enhance his confidence.
Robinson was worthy of being a genius in Morning Mist Town. He immediately calmed down and chanted a spell. The staff in his hand drew mysterious symbols at the same time, speeding up the casting speed.
A large flame magic circle formed in front of Robinson, and then fired fire bombs one after another.
"Very rich combat experience." Homer couldn't help but praise him.
Robinson chanted the spell very quickly. Not only did he make no mistakes, but he also chose the most correct magic.
This is a magic flame shotgun. Once it is formed, it will blast out ten fireballs in a row. Although it is not very powerful, it is faster and more numerous.
Robinson's tactical purpose is simple: shoot Downton before he gets close.
There is an eternal theorem in the doctrine of magicians of the legal system, that is, distance determines life and death.
Any magic user will try every means to kill the melee magic users before they get close.
"Give me the tower shield!"
Downton yelled, it was too late to turn around and retreat at this time. Not to mention exposing his back to Robinson, allowing him to attack without any scruples. Before the unicorn could rush out of the street, he would be blocked by the hate.
.
He could only go hard and get past Robinson's interception in the shortest time. In terms of combat effectiveness, the gap was too big. The only thing Downton could rely on was the unicorn's ultimate speed.
The magic book's elemental arm stretched out, took out a double-layered tower shield from the war space as quickly as possible, and handed it to Downton.
Downton had just caught it, and the two fireballs had already passed by his body. Fortunately, Robinson was not of a high rank and had not learned to lock eyes, otherwise the hit rate would have been frighteningly high.
boom!
A fire bomb hit the tower shield and exploded into fireworks all over the sky.
At the moment of the impact, Downton's arm retracted back, relieving part of the impact, but his body was still shaken by the impact.
The fire bombs were only about the size of a fist, and were at least five times less powerful than the coconut-sized fire bombs shot by the elemental tornado.
Downton has dodged hundreds of fire bombs, so he has some experience in dealing with fire bombs.
Robinson was a little surprised to see that the continuous fire shot failed to knock Downton off the Unicorn, but what shocked him even more was the mount under his crotch.
"Soul mount?" As an outstanding young businessman, Robinson is well-informed. How could he not recognize the soul mount? Besides, the unique appearance of the unicorn is enough to prove its value and identity.
"This dungeon is mine, and all the trophies are mine. You thief, go to hell!" Robinson was furious. Looking at the graceful posture of the unicorn flying, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and then released
A burst of fire shot magic.
No need to ask, Downton also knew that the magic circle in Robinson's hand was an excellent piece of magic equipment. The special effect must be an increase in spell casting speed, otherwise his magic would not be completed so quickly.
Fire bombs were everywhere.
"Celeste, open the magic shield."
Downton shouted and kicked the horse's belly vigorously to make the unicorn speed up. The three soul shields on his body also popped out and moved in front of him to intercept magic attacks.
"Yes!" Celes responded, waving her staff and unfolding a purple shield to protect the two people.
"The Banshee of Death?" Robinson finally saw Celes, and his eyes nearly exploded.
The fifteen-year-old girl, coupled with the white complexion of a banshee's physique, which was like a blood loss, exuded a gothic flavor, which made Robinson swallow a mouthful of saliva and yell in his heart, this kind of young ~ female
, which is the type he likes.
But the next second, Robinson's face was covered with gloom, and it was so black that it almost dripped with ink. The Death Banshee is a high-ranking noble of the undead clan and will not get close to humans at all, but this one hugged Tang tightly.
Dun, who seems to be quite dependent, how could he not be driven crazy with envy, jealousy and hatred.
An obedient Death Banshee maid and a Death Banshee magic advisor with a natural affinity for magic are a huge temptation for any magician.
"Downton, go to hell!"
While Robinson roared angrily, he stretched out his left hand, and the ring on his index finger immediately erupted into a blue lightning chain, almost covering the entire long street.
This was a war-level magic that Robinson had originally reserved as a trump card to deal with the mage in black robes.
Why didn't he attack any of the mage towers? Downton, a commoner, already owned the Death Banshee and the Soul Mount, and judging from his equipment, he was pretty good too.
Robinson wants to kill Downton to a pulp, otherwise it will be difficult to get rid of the hatred in his heart.
Lightning raged, hitting the purple shield, defeating it, and then blocked the double-layer tower shield and spread.
The ring on Tang Dunxiang's hand belonged to magic energy and activated a soul-level shield, which was also destroyed. Then three soul shields were also shaken to the point of collapse and broke one after another.
"Holy Armor!"
Well, a touch of golden color appeared on Downton's skin, blocking the remaining lightning attack.
Celes was moved to death, but Downton didn't even think about dodging. He even puffed up his chest and covered himself tightly, not exposing himself to the magic attack at all.
Homer's strict teachings showed results. This time, the Death Banshee finally responded in time. Taking advantage of Downton's pause in resisting the lightning, Celes released a shield to kill the next wave of fire bombs before it arrived.
The two men protected themselves.
"This is impossible!" Robinson opened his mouth wide, like a catfish that was suffocated after being thrown ashore. Downton actually blocked this third-level magic of war without being injured at all. You know, even he was
It is impossible to survive a sudden encounter without any damage.
"This is impossible." Robinson repeated in a low voice, and finally couldn't help shouting, "Why are you a third-level soul?"
Although the three translucent spheres were destroyed, how could Robinson not know what they represented? He couldn't figure out why Downton, who was an ordinary civilian before entering the dungeon, had already impacted the third soul.
level, the speed of advancement is too fast.
The unicorn sprinted quickly, and finally brought the two people so close that they could even clearly see the sweat on each other's faces.
"Death wail!" Downton had no time to explain to Robinson. He had exhausted all his trump cards and he couldn't withstand another wave of attacks from the opponent.
After giving instructions to Celeste, Downton held on to his one-handed ax and fired a giant seal at Robinson. (To be continued...)