The silver crossbow arrows were flashing with streaming light and were still buzzing and trembling on the ground.

"【Longbow】: The crossbow produced in the old ruins, named Longbow, has excellent armor-breaking performance; the extremely complex inscription circuits on it provide amazing power.

Engraving witchcraft: rifle through the heart.”

Cyril stretched out one hand straight forward, holding the slender and black crossbow body, and the other hand was pulled on the trigger behind. With a light press, he could shoot a deadly crossbow arrow.

This weapon purchased from the Alchemy Workshop in Mivora, the capital of the Volgo province, cost Cyril thirty Gentries at the time. This was the first time he used this alchemy weapon to make up for the barren attacking method under the identity of "Marinette Iger".

The long crossbow was heavier than he expected. The crossbow arrow, which was completely condensed from the inscriptions engraved in it, had an extremely fast generation speed. Almost less than 0:3 seconds after one was shot, the second crossbow arrow could be fired.

In terms of continuous firepower, such a fire rate has earned back thirty Gentry's price.

But the real precious thing is that it is far beyond Cyril's expectations!

The surface of the crossbow arrow just shot through the floor, but as the magic power flowed, Cyril could tell that the magic barrier originally laid in the room was on the verge of shattering after this arrow!

Demon-breaking effect!

This means that even when facing professional-level opponents, this weapon can tear the opponent's magic shield and have the possibility of killing it!

Cyril had no time to marvel at the power of this weapon. Although he was still sneaking at this time, Marcas Scotto - no, Evan Saxon's eyes had already followed the arrow's tail and found his place directly.

The face of the middle-aged priest who looked old had begun to change rapidly at this moment. It was obvious that Evan Saxon was about to remove the appearance of the priest who was in trouble, return to himself, and exert his true power.

But Cyril didn't plan to make him live so smoothly. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger, and the crossbow shot away again in a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Alvin Saxon was staring at Cyril's place at this moment, and suddenly a little silver light appeared in his sight. In another moment, the crossbow arrow had already hit him-

"So fast!"

He ignored his identity anymore. When his arm was swung forward, he suddenly grew apart. His palm turned into pitch-black and sharp claws. His waving speed was astonishingly fast. He grabbed the tail of the crossbow arrow in an instant.

However, the arrow did not stop so obediently. The distance above it even dragged his hand in for a few centimeters before stopping - however, it was this short few centimeters that made the crossbow's arrow's arrow stop just before the bridge of his nose, and a little more would pierce his face!

Alvin Saxon was filled with shock and anger. At this moment, he felt like an ordinary wild wolf on the grassland, facing the human being who could have been bitten and killed by him, but was forced so unbearable by the other party's new weapons.

Yes, he couldn't feel any magic from where the arrow was fired - it was a despicable hunter who had no power but could only borrow the power of weapons!

He had completely removed Marcas Scotto's appearance and transformed himself back to the tall and heroic young man with a fierce expression. Shandy Marion beside him was completely numb and didn't know what to do at this moment, but he saw the young man in front of him suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, then stabbed the silver crossbow arrow at him with his backhand!

"He wants to kill me!"

Shandy Marion was completely frightened. He screamed in panic. His fat body wanted to retreat, but the room was so big that there was no place for him to escape?

But just as the crossbow arrow was about to stab him, it suddenly turned into a ball of silvery ashes, which fell from the fingertips of Evan Saxon. Evan was stunned, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded behind him, but Cyril, who was hiding in the corner of the wall, once again raised his longbow and shot an arrow at him!

"I'm so annoying!"

Saxon's eyes gradually became bloody, and the arrow was blocking the way he attacked Shandy Marion, forcing him to not be able to continue his attack. He roared and twisted the arrow, then his knees were slightly bent, and then his body turned into a black lightning, which appeared in the corner in the blink of an eye-

"Go to die!!"

He was extremely confident in his speed and thought that no one could react to his sudden attack. Even if his opponent was hiding in the shadows, he could have exposed his position clearly through continuous archery.

However, he didn't know that Cyril had been wary of his speed.

It is a perverted physical ability, and this is the only label he has given Ivan Saxon's combat power at present. The young man's physical body is extremely outstanding in both speed and strength. He will have a full advantage in close combat in the small space.

But at the same time, the other impression that Evan Saxon gave him was "irritability".

And pride.

The longbow does not require his magic to complete the attack. Using this powerful attack without magic will make the opponent feel a certain contempt for himself; especially with the character of Ivan Saxon, he will definitely maximize his physical advantages and approach himself.

So, as the arrow was shot out, Cyril was already climbing upwards like a gecko, pressing down on the roof, watching Evan Saxon's punch hit the place where he was standing, piercing through the bricks of the wall and splashing onto the corridor outside, and a jingle ringing sounded.

At the same time, what flies with dust is everywhere in the sky.

Alvin Saxon stopped there while sniffing his head up, sniffing deeply. The punching shot made him feel a little surprised, but it also proved his opponent's cunning.

But his keen sense of smell could capture the other person's smell. He had already smelled it clearly. The smell was going upward from the corner of the wall, and it should be near the chandelier at this moment...

His expression suddenly changed.

The stinging sensation came from the nasal cavity, as if countless fleas were biting his nasal cavity. The blood vessels on his face began to swell abnormally, and the blue and black blood vessels raised on the skin of the side face, making his handsome face look twisted and ferocious at this moment-

What is this? Is it poisoned? But when did I grow poison?

It's the dust!

Saxon immediately held his breath to prevent himself from sucking in the floating things that he thought were wall dust, but in fact it was poisonous powder.

Realizing this, he became more and more angry, but his body did not allow him to chase him immediately - the magic power in the skull was boiling, constantly making "pop" sounds. Then, when he realized that he wanted to calm it, he suddenly accelerated and then exploded!

"Bang!"

He only heard a loud noise from his brain, his consciousness was almost dispersed, his eyes were dark, and the blood vessels on his face exploded...

He fell to one side.

There was silence inside the house.

Shandy Marion looked at the fallen Evan Saxon cowardly. At this time, he didn't know whether he should call the guards or escape. He hesitated, and was about to try to push Evan to wake him up when he heard a sound of landing.

There was suddenly another person in front of me.

It was an ordinary appearance, with a black cloth strip tied to his forehead and a red line in the middle - he immediately recognized the other person's identity and exclaimed:

"Why are you again?"

"Mr. Marion, don't forget to call me Sir Eiger." Cyril raised his hand to him, making an invisible clinking cup shape. "It's great to see that you are not dead under his hands."

"Thank you... Thank you..." Shandy Marion said tremblingly: "You, are you here to save me?"

"You can think so," Cyrill said quickly. "After all, there are still many things that I haven't communicated with Mr. Marion. I'm very curious about those things, such as the fog material."

He suddenly shut up, then turned around and stared at the ground at the door.

The black-haired young man held the wall and his whole body trembled violently, rising and falling. His face was blurred by the bursting of blood vessels, but his sharp and sharp eyes were locked in Cyril, who was disguised as his identity through the blurred plasma.

"Is it okay so soon?"

Cyril was shocked. The set just now could be said to be combined with his full understanding of the wanderer's "poisonous explosion trap flow". When he left the corner, he left two packets of poison powder:

The poison powder obtained after refining and purifying the poison formula of Horn Carey, "Bone-Eating Soul-Curging Potion" and "Magic Boiling Potion" are also purchased from Mivora Alchemy Workshop.

Although theoretically for a physical monster like Ivan Saxon, poison is difficult to achieve effect - it cannot create wounds, cannot invade his body, and there is no chance of poison to occur.

But Cyril seized one of Alvin's "fatal flaw" with his few knowledge of Saxony.

Techniques for seeking enemies.

He relies too much on smell and seeking enemies by smelling is his advantage, but at this time it is also his loophole.

However, although the effects of the poison powder have been fully exerted, the damage caused to him is a bit unsatisfactory. The magic power in the skull explodes. No matter how powerful the body is, it will be deaf for more than ten or twenty minutes before getting up again. Isn’t it?

Isn't it a bit too much for you to stand up in less than three minutes?

Cyril narrowed his eyes.

He could clearly sense the pressure from Evan Saxon, as if a black giant beast was facing him.

And it is a completely manic, half-wounded angry beast.

Every nerve in Cyril was active. The body of the holy skeleton could provide him with a tough body to ensure that he would not be beaten to death easily, but he still did not dare to bear the primacy attack from Evan Saxon at will.

"And, yes, you!"

A word by word, a low growl came from Ivan Saxon's mouth. Cyrill's hands were staggered in front of him. Before he could respond, a flash of flowers suddenly appeared in front of him.

He subconsciously closed his arms, feeling a sharp pain in his arm bones, followed by stiffness and paralysis. His body was uncontrollably backwards and directly hit the window of the room, breaking the window and falling out!

What a fast speed, what awesome power!

Cyril fell naturally in the air. The hardness provided by the body of the holy skeleton made his numb arms quickly restore his strength. If it weren't for this hard body, he would have been penetrated by his arms and chest long ago!

What did Ivan Saxon grow up with?

He cursed in his heart, his pupils suddenly contracted - the dark figure belonging to Alvin was flew out at the broken window, and had already jumped to his head, chasing him with a deliberate punch!

What Alvin wants is to kill himself to death while he was in the air and unable to fight back!

Cyril was surprised by the other party's decisiveness and ruthlessness. At this time, he could certainly escape through Hemo's travel clothes, but if he escaped, his purpose of coming here today would be a failure.

He no longer made any concealment, and as the cold light flashed, Yadonis's ruling was already in his hand.

The wind element surged out of the magic pool, and his falling body was suddenly supported by the wind, and it moved out to the side as if it was a pair of wings; but Evan Saxon did not have the ability to catch up with him again in the air and fell straight down.

But I heard a loud explosion sound from below - there was a pool below. As Saxony punched, the water splashed nearly five meters high, the floor tiles flew across, and there was a deep depression under the pool.

Cyril was in mid-air, and with the power of the wind, he had stood firm and looked down below, and couldn't help but be amazed.

The combat power shown by Evan Saxon is undoubtedly amazing, and this unique fighting method is also rare among players in the game - this is more like a "war beast" fighting method, which brings his physical talent to the extreme.

If he changes to a professional level, he will probably be beaten to death by him. Even those knights with specialized defense have little chance of winning. They will be smashed and torn together by the extremely perverted power, together with their own elemental shields and armor...

What a terrifying opponent.

He was evaluating Ivan Saxon's strength in his heart.

That is, atypical professions like myself who have rich experience and many means can deal with each other.

On the right arm, the mark under the glove began to shine again. Cyril thought of the other party's intimate relationship with a certain god, and was a little relieved of Alvin's perverted combat power.

After all, the other party is protected by a god, so it is impossible to be too weak, right?

But... from any aspect, what Alvin did would definitely not be allowed by the gods - he remembered what Saxon said to Marion before.

Marion collected materials for Bishop Stanny Clemens, and the work was handed over to Ivan Saxon. As he said, the probability of errors in the "pictures" of the material list was extremely small, but the current situation was that the fog was completely out of Stanny Clemens' control, so that the bishop needed to ask the people of O'Saint Emma for help...

Then isn’t the initiator of this “abnormal” the executor Evan Saxon?

But how exactly is he...

Cyril was guarding against Saxony's actions while thinking. At this time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and he finally caught Saxony's figure-

He crouched like a ferocious beast that was preparing for power, with his head high, and his fierce eyes locked Cyril's body.

And one of his arms raised, and the magic power surged between his strong muscles.

In that hand, there was a spear tightly.
Chapter completed!