Green Monster Epic

Chapter 422: Feigned Death

The ground trembled, and hearts trembled too. Several figures in the sky crashed heavily into the suddenly appearing arcane lock seal, stirring up ripples in the invisible air, highlighting the existence of the arcane barrier.

The several figures who failed to escape instantly returned to the ground, staggering together, surrounding Yug and Janry, with spells of blessing and restoration quickly cast upon them, as if their previous actions of fleeing had never existed.

In the distance, three more figures appeared. One of them was graceful and charming, swaying with every step, as if the entire space was filled with various confusing and bewitching whispers.

Another figure held a long, curved blade in each hand, stirring up gusts of gray-brown dust with every movement, their actions efficient and full of power. As for the remaining one, it was more like a beast than a human, with eight slender, tentacle-like spider legs, stepping silently on the ground, yet causing tremors in the ground and in people's hearts. Above the large spider abdomen, there was an abruptly supported upper body of a humanoid creature.

The three figures slowly approached, giving everyone present boundless pressure. The previous fighting and struggles, on the contrary, because of the changes at this time, both sides had tacitly put down their hatred and anger. Even Chakri, who had been surging with a blood-red aura, stopped in front of Arial, who was lying silently in the pool of blood, holding the clan leader's body with lifeless eyes.

"Drow!!!"

As the figures' faces gradually became clear, Beryl and others couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"We are members of the Mansa Alliance, Drow, what do you want to do?"

Beryl braced himself, glaring fiercely at the three Drow in front of him, probing their attitude.

"Hehe, I just want to borrow something from you, don't be so nervous."

The leading Drow female's body was covered with cloth that probably wasn't even the size of a palm. Apart from the three mysterious points covered by a few small pieces of cloth, the rest of her dark brown skin was exposed to everyone. In fact, the cloth between these three points was almost non-existent. Whenever she moved, these beautiful spots would be faintly visible to everyone.

Several people gulped audibly. The Drow female's voice, in just a few words, seemed to carry a hook, penetrating deep into people's hearts, making them want to nod in agreement.

"Thump!"

"And you two, I don't like guys who hide their heads and show their tails!"

The leather whip dragged in the Drow female's hand suddenly curled back to the ground. The whip tail, which was originally only two or three meters long, suddenly seemed to transform into a sky full of snakes, like a net, sweeping towards them two hundred meters away to the left and rear.

Two figures were forced out of the shadow plane one after the other. Both sides' eyes revealed unbelievable vigilance, and their confidence in stealth was somewhat frustrated by the other party's seemingly understated action. However, they quickly recovered, and as two gusts of breeze blew, their figures directly came to Beryl's side, coldly watching the uninvited guests in front of them.

"What do you want to borrow, Drow?"

The solemnity in Beryl's eyes was even stronger. He was very clear about the strength of the two assassins, especially the assassin who had only appeared once and had taken the life of Arial, his old opponent. The Drow in front of them could easily see through the traces of the two assassins who were good at stealth, and had the strength to not only use the extremely consuming arcane lock restriction, which showed that they were definitely prepared.

"Borrow your lives!!!"

A delicate shout suddenly rose, and at the same time, a sudden surge of fierce torrents swept towards everyone in front of them.

"Demigod???"

Beryl's weapon had just collided with the other party's seemingly soft long whip. As a berserker and an expert in explosive power, his entire person was directly lifted up by the other party's long whip, shooting into the air until he was blocked by the shield in the sky, deeply trapped in it, and then bounced back down. At this time, his exclamation was still echoing.

Those who suffered the same fate as him included Nicol and Erick, who were all thrown at least a mile away in a sorry state, with more than a dozen long trails of dust rising from the ground.

"Hmph!!!"

Erick, the weakest, had a long scar on his lower abdomen. At the same time, a lithe figure appeared in front of him, holding a pair of curved blades like a storm, enveloping Erick's entire person in a blade storm.

On the other side, Chakri also collided with the humanoid spider that was nearly two and a half meters tall. The moment they exchanged blows, they stirred up layers of storms, blowing people's faces like water.

As for the most powerful Drow female, she was directly playing with Beryl, Yug, and others between her palms with her own strength. The two assassins, who were not good at frontal duels, could only rely on their agile figures to shuttle through the dense shadows of the whip, occasionally leaving behind a loud, penetrating sound of whiplash, as well as muffled grunts of pain.

Beneath the ground, Allen was lying dormant. Originally, he had been penetrated more than ten meters deep into the ground by Chakri's shamanic heavy blow, but after a short moment of absent-mindedness, he had already regained his senses. Just as he was preparing to break through the soil again and fight back, a strange bewitching voice, as if whispering in his ear and captivating his soul, suddenly floated over, causing Allen to immediately stop his action of wanting to break out of the ground.

Soon, constant rumbles came from the ground again, indicating that the enemies who had suddenly appeared above had already launched a killer. For Allen, he needed to take this opportunity to allow his exhausted body to recover. No matter what the situation was outside, he had to ensure his best condition.

Although he couldn't see the situation above the ground, the vibrations from the ground became more and more frequent, and the movement gradually increased, which meant that a target was slowly approaching the place where he was while fighting.

Allen, who was holding his breath, had already adjusted to the best state of attack. A shadow flashed above his head, where a milky white halo was. Allen immediately exerted force with both legs, like a soaring eagle, the Bone Cleaver dragging Allen forward, flying out of the ground.

The moment he made his move, his mental power expanded with all his might, locking onto an unknown aura, and then a Land-Splitting Slash was resolutely unleashed.

Dong!!

A pair of curved blades hurriedly crossed, blocking Allen's Bone Cleaver in front of him, and then Allen only saw a male with some elven features but dark skin, directly flying backwards, until his legs were inserted into the ground, dragging out two deep marks, slowly crouching and standing tens of meters away.

Behind Allen, Erick, who was in a sorry state and had several more scars, had his bronze mask shattered into two pieces. After gaining a brief respite, he was breathing rapidly.

"Are you okay?"

Allen glanced back. Among the intricate relationships in front of him, only he was Erick's true teammate. The others, intentionally or unintentionally, ignored Erick's danger and fought their opponents.

Therefore, knowing that his strength was weaker and that he was more inclined to be a domain-type powerhouse, Erick retreated towards the location where Allen was in his memory amidst the constant pursuit of the male Drow ranger. Erick believed that Allen, this hobgoblin companion, could not have lost his voice after just one heavy blow from Chakri, a shaman.

"I'm fine."

Erick nodded slightly, quickly adjusting his breathing, while not forgetting to pour a bottle of potion into his mouth to help himself recover his strength and energy as soon as possible.

Allen looked around, imprinting the faces of the unfamiliar figures who had suddenly appeared into his mind, and frowned slightly: "Drow elves? What are they doing here?"

Before Eric could answer, the male Drow who had just been repelled by him wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cruel glint in his eyes, and once again brandished his scimitar, charging over with the force of a thunderbolt.

Clang clang!

Bonecleaver slashed down fiercely, blocking the dual blades that had reached his face. Before Allen could unleash more power from his sword, the dual blades slid nimbly across Bonecleaver's blade, creating a shower of sparks, and then the opponent's figure vanished directly in front of Allen. A breeze swept past, Allen's arms shook and swept out, a horizontal slash towards his back, but there was no impact as he expected.

"Not good!"

Allen's heart jolted. When he turned his head, he saw one of the Drow elves had already charged in front of Eric with dual blades. Allen could even see the shock in Eric's eyes and the forced calmness in his expression.

"You dare! !"

A shockwave rippled across the ground, and Allen shot out like an arrow. Bonecleaver was about to catch up with the opponent's back, and as the sword was about to pierce through, poof, the opponent's lithe figure directly disappeared. Allen's Bonecleaver had now become the greatest threat in his companion Eric's eyes.

Two longswords crossed, and although Allen had tried his best to restrain his strength, he still knocked Eric's sword flying. At the same time, Eric himself involuntarily rolled backward.

A cold gust of wind swept from behind. With a pfft, Allen felt a tremor in his back accompanied by a stinging pain, followed by a violent force transmitting into his body, constantly disrupting Allen's balance. Involuntarily performing an awkward donkey roll, dissolving the massive force from behind, Allen hadn't even stood up yet when Bonecleaver in his hand started to rotate. The heavy blade brought a huge inertia, and Allen quickly adjusted his body movements, using a Whirlwind Slash to protect his body. A series of clanging sounds rang in his ears, making Allen feel a burst of fear.

Before the Whirlwind Slash sword technique was completely finished, Allen forcefully controlled it. With the remaining momentum, Bonecleaver swept horizontally towards the direction where Eric was, according to his memory.

Clang clang!

After two crisp sounds, Allen's Triple Wave happened to help Eric, who had been slashed again, out of the encirclement. This powerful Drow elf's combat power and style were the most formidable Allen had ever seen, playing both Allen and Eric in the palm of his hand.

Of course, this was also because Allen was not yet familiar with the opponent's fighting style. Now that he had a certain understanding, he was very confident in protecting Eric.

Re-locking onto the Drow swordsman, Allen did not hesitate and immediately returned the favor. A series of Fury Slashes directly sealed off the opponent's possible escape routes, and then he stomped on the ground. His entire body dragged out a phantom image. The increasingly mature Smoke Wave Step, before closing in, suddenly split the figure into three, making it impossible for the opponent to confirm which was his real movement. The opponent was not flustered either, only sneering at the corner of his mouth, directly judging where Allen's true body was. A pair of scimitars transformed into a sky full of blade winds, completely enveloping Allen.

On the other side, the archer who had originally been helping Chakri suddenly turned against him, shooting arrows at the gnoll Maggot Eye, leaving two fist-sized blood holes in Maggot Eye's body. Provoked, Maggot Eye, regardless of everything, directly chased after the archer, further weakening everyone's strength against the powerful Drow female.

Each strike from the Drow female carried unparalleled power, and the energy was restrained and condensed. The seemingly light and fluttering whip shadows would cause someone to be unable to withstand the force and retreat several steps each time they clashed with the several figures in front.

The劲风(jing feng) brought by the whip shadows even had the lethality of a level 5 wind blade, scraping wounds on everyone's bodies.

"Swoosh! !"

No one knew that the assassin powerhouse who had previously dealt the fatal blow to Aria was actually a demigod powerhouse from the Ranger Goddess Temple, and also the assassin who had assassinated the wilderness demigod gnoll Black Guard with Allen and the others back then.

This time, it was not only the Thorns Ring's action, but also an action by the Oak Church's alliance to secretly help Bile stabilize the situation in the north. Bile has always been cautious and prudent. When he could not determine the authenticity of the information, he had already prepared a trump card, which was to inform the Ranger Church of their assassination plan and ask them to help.

Although Bile wanted to gradually clarify his relationship with the Oak Church, it did not mean that he would truly leave the Oak Church camp. Instead, he wanted to incorporate the churches of the Goddess of New Sprouts and the Ranger Goddess, who were, after all, the Oak Church's closest and most unlikely allies to betray.

Therefore, when this action plan was launched, Bile had already clearly stated the pros and cons to the northern leader of the Ranger Church. What Bile did not expect was that their actions were also already under the watch of several major churches, and these strongest forces in the wilderness had long had signs of intervening.

The demigod assassin Kiril Penna was a half-elf. Seeing that the long attack was fruitless, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. Then, his figure suddenly disappeared in the sky full of whip shadows, and reappeared abruptly behind the Drow female.

The dagger emitting a cold light directly stabbed into the Drow's back. A gray light flickered, and the vicious curse inherent in the semi-divine artifact automatically activated while causing injury to the opponent, attempting to invade the Drow's body.

"Giggle!"

The Drow seemed to feel nothing. In fact, just as the opponent appeared in front of her, the long whip had already wrapped around her body, directly rolling and stirring, completely entangling Kiril. When she turned her body, there was no injury on her body at all. In fact, everything was just an illusion.

Pfft!

The entangled figure of the demigod assassin also disappeared like a bubble, but around the Drow female, a group of invisible ghostly winds galloped. Kiril's body seemed to break through space, constantly jumping and flashing around the Drow. Even the eyes could not keep up with the opponent's flashing figure, as if more than a dozen identical assassins had suddenly appeared, desperately stabbing the dagger in their hands into the opponent's body.

The long whip, like a living thing, continued to stir, and one after another phantom images disappeared, and then reappeared from other places, forcing the Drow to temporarily avoid its sharp edge and fly to the side.

A magnificent magical aura suddenly rose from the ground, and the dozen or so figures in mid-air suddenly fell uncontrollably to the ground. Eric, who had finally caught his breath, once again activated the anti-air domain under Allen's signal.

The Drow female was finally no longer so calm. After all, it was the demigod assassin's ultimate skill, which made her have to deal with it carefully. And unknowingly, the place where her body landed was exactly the body of the recently deceased troll Aria on the ground. The smooth silk short boots disgustedly stepped on the blood-stained soil. The Drow elf dropped a whip, preparing to use Aria's demigod corpse as a shield to block Kiril's Shadow Strike skill.

At this moment, Aria's cold corpse, which should have been dead, suddenly stretched out a large hand, tightly strangling the Drow's long whip. When the lifeless eyes reopened, there was no trace of fatigue at all.

"Die! ! !"

As if venting the depression accumulated during this period of time, or re-declaring his existence value, Aria, holding the Drow's long whip, fiercely burst out with all his strength, and followed the long whip with a tug, the whole person bear-hugged and plunged into the Drow's arms.

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