I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 231 Distraction

"Yes, let's do it!" Lancelot whispered excitedly.

Bolton curled his lips and unexpectedly guessed Lancelot's identity for the second time.

"Boy, are you really from a brotherhood?"

"Ah?" Lancelot was stunned for a second. He didn't listen to what Bolton just said at all, but in order to distract the other party's attention, he decided to continue talking along the topic.

"Bolton, do you want to know about the Brotherhood?" Lancelot said mysteriously.

"Of course, this is the most mysterious organization in the entire Sebion continent. All members of the Brotherhood are assassins who come and go without a trace!"

Lancelot looked at Bolton speechlessly with a pious expression on his face, which was very much like a believer in prayer, forming a strong contrast with the other person's rough face.

"Okay, tell me what do the people in your fraternity usually do?"

When Burton heard Lancelot's words, he immediately became curious and rubbed his thick palms excitedly.

Although Leo had told Bolton before the game started to ask clearly about Lancelot's life experience and the true relationship between him and the red-robed mage, Bolton was not thinking very well. At this moment, he had already forgotten Leo.

Put the words behind you.

"Most of the Brotherhood are assassins, but there is a strict division of labor. Members of each department have different responsibilities." Lancelot remembered the Assassin's Creed he had played in his previous life, and began to make up random things: "Some brothers are responsible for investigation.

, some are responsible for assassination, and others are responsible for command and response."

"Also, which department are you in?" Bolton listened with interest, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this guy really wanted to join this so-called brotherhood.

Lancelot deliberately showed an embarrassed expression and shook his head slowly: "No, according to the oath of the brotherhood, I cannot reveal my identity to outsiders."

"It doesn't matter, Lancelot, you are going to die, why do you care about the oath?" Bolton said seriously, and his tone became excited: "Tell me, how can I join the brotherhood?"

"Aren't you working in the Kingdom of Pislan?" Lancelot secretly gathered his mental strength and asked doubtfully, "Why do you still want to join the Brotherhood?"

"To tell you the truth, although I have no worries about food and clothing, my life is too boring. If it weren't for Prince Caesar this time..." Bolton immediately closed his mouth when he said this. On a whim, he almost ended this visit.

Blackthorn's plan was told to Lancelot.

"I can tell you how to join the Brotherhood, but only if you can't kill me." Lancelot stopped talking nonsense and showed his trump card.

Bolton grinned and said with satisfaction: "As long as you tell me obediently, everything will be easy to talk about."

Lancelot stretched out his right hand with difficulty, his palm trembling involuntarily: "Boton, come closer, and I will tell you the secret of entering the Brotherhood."

The mental power in the boy's body has been gathered. As long as Bolton gets close, there is a high probability that he can successfully attack.

Upon hearing this, Bolton looked around with vigilant eyes, nodded and walked to Lancelot. At this time, the distance between the two was less than one meter.

【Now!】

Just as Bolton craned his neck to listen to the other party telling him how to enter the Brotherhood, Lancelot released all his mental power!

For a time, Bolton's movements were slowed down dozens of times, and the curses coming from the outside audience also became blurry. The range of the mental power was less than two meters, and the effect was better than when dealing with the troll before.

Much stronger.

Seeing that Bolton had been controlled by his mental power, Lancelot quickly pulled out the spear on the ground, pointed the tip of the spear at the opponent's right foot and stabbed him hard!

As the releaser of spiritual power, Lancelot's movements will not be affected in any way. In the eyes of the audience on the stage, it is as if Burton stood still and let Lancelot kill him.

"Garcia, look that guy is starting again!"

"What's that guy Bolton doing?!"

"It's over, it's over, this guy is going to win again."

When the audience on the stage witnessed this scene, they felt puzzled. Why did Lancelot's enemies always stay in place for no apparent reason?

In the last game when Lancelot participated in a six-man melee, there was also such a strange scene.

Although Bolton's movements were slowed down, his eyes were not blind. He saw Lancelot raise his spear and stab him in an instant, and then he realized that he had been trapped.

The berserker twisted his body and tried to break free from the shackles of mental power, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

The tip of the gun carried a strong gust of wind and hit Bolton's right foot. There was an explosion in an instant, and the smoke and dust engulfed the two figures.

"What's going on?!"

Lancelot's face changed greatly, because the tip of the spear did not penetrate the flesh as he expected, but hit the iron block and bounced back!

"Boton, Leo blessed you with fatal disregard, right?" Lancelot asked loudly, his hands were numb from the huge force. This was the only explanation he could think of.

Lancelot didn't get any answer. He only saw a dark blue war hammer passing through the smoke and appearing in front of Lancelot in the blink of an eye.

"clang!"

There was another metallic clang, and the smoke quickly dissipated, and the audience saw that Lancelot and Burton were more than five meters apart.

Bolton twisted his neck, his cold eyes full of murderous intent. What just happened made him decide not to talk nonsense with Lancelot anymore.

"Lancelot, I want to see how long you can last under my hammer without fatal disregard." After finishing speaking, Bolton raised his huge war hammer and rushed towards Lancelot.

On the other side, Lancelot, who failed in the sneak attack, was already in a panic. He should have thought that Leo, a magician, would also give Bolton various buffing spells before the game.

The hammer just now had shattered Lancelot's death-proof shield.

The only good news at the moment is that Bolton's feet are indeed his Achilles' heel, otherwise the "Fatal Ignorance" effect will not trigger.

Seeing that Bolton was about to rush in front of him, Lancelot took a deep breath. His mental strength would not be able to recover in a short time. He clenched the spear with both hands and prepared to fight with his own strength.

"clang!"

The war hammer hit the tip of the spear hard, and Lancelot flew backwards.

Lancelot had to insert his spear into the ground to reduce the huge impact of Bolton's hammer.

Despite this, Lancelot still retreated nearly ten meters, and the tip of his spear carved a deep indentation on the ground.

"Huhu." The boy gasped, his hands almost losing consciousness.

"Go to hell!"

Bolton did not give Lancelot time to breathe. He charged at the enemy with his hill-like figure, raised his giant hammer and smashed it down on the boy's head.

(End of chapter)