Chapter 159

The buzzing sound and bloody smell echoed faintly in the air. From the disappearance of the dark shadow to the emergence of the red arc, it took only a blink of an eye until the old mage's body fell soft, and not many people responded. The only thing left in the young mage's eyes was the fatal streamer. He couldn't even remember the flowing sword.

Almost in the shortest time they could react, the rippling red light flowed out of the shadow's hands. The defense of Mage Armor and magic items was as fragile as a thin paper under the red light. Only at the moment of piercing the skin, he was deprived of life and soul.

The red light blade carries powerful energy. The original magic flow is bound to form a blade like red crystal, which has powerful lethality, and the mysterious shadow is like a ghost.

Chen ang stepped on the water and pierced the heart of a guard from a tricky angle. The shaking force destroyed the balance of the two soldiers in front of him. Just one angle adjustment made the two pierce each other's bodies. The light blade echoed gently and disappeared into the chest of a rogue behind him.

Without the slightest hesitation!

Chen ang slipped into the darkness, jumped between the two planes along the shadow plane, and calmly jumped in dozens of shadow coordinate points in a short moment. The light blade on his hand turned into red lightning wrapped between his two fingers, split and entangled in the rain, like hundreds of light filaments as thin as hair, waving along Chen Ang's right hand.

The young mage looked back at this time. He saw dozens of red luminous silk threads, which disappeared into the deepest shadow along the track of the shadow. At this time, the guard who was passed by the light blade like a string puppet fell down with a bang.

Until the body fell down, someone shouted: "enemy attack!". A loud horn sounded on the tower, waking everyone in the deep-water castle. They were in place in an orderly manner. Many spell casters joined in, and the city guards did their best to block the red arc.

Chen ang is like wandering in the shadows. He can appear from the most unexpected places. Even a shadow the size of a nail may become his jumping coordinates. The mages tried their best to stop him, but the dimensional anchor could not hit Chen Ang's figure at all, and the transmission restriction spell was useless.

The light blade flies, shaking a little red flower in the air, and then a thousand, ten thousand, shining in every place where Chen ang twinkles. A complete red flower represents the simplest round change of the light blade. One stretch, one buckle, one grid and one twist can always cut off the guards' weapons and drill into their chest.

Arcane spells have no effect. Either Chen ang easily dodges them or the light blade destroys the spell structure and dissipates invisibly. The light blade composed of the purest original magic can even pick back the arcane spells with stable spell structure when they are not excited. It reflects most enchanted spells.

The guard formation of city guards can not be said to be imperfect. The loyalty and fighting will of the guards can not be said to be tenacious. They have done their best within the scope of their own knowledge system and wisdom. The reasonable layout, the caster's magic reaction and magic response, and even the magic they remember have been carefully arranged.

But it doesn't work, it will only appear more powerless.

"I hope you can exercise restraint!" Chen ang emerged from the shadow. With his footsteps, a big circle appeared on the square and moved with it. He calmly swept his eyes from these young and firm faces and said in the clearest voice: "out of the attitude of being responsible for your life, I hope you can make a choice of your own will..."

"It has nothing to do with honor or mission. In case of force majeure, do you choose to maintain this order or choose another possibility?"

"Survival or resistance?"

Red magic filaments are wrapped around the necks of these city guards. These tough magic filaments can easily cut human skin. Everyone knows that as long as Chen ang gently moves his fingers, everyone's head will fall to the ground.

But no one spoke.

"My lord cares for me!" the soldiers raised their heads arrogantly and slowly, their eyes aligned with Chen Ang's deep eyes.

"Mean unbelievers, ridiculous clowns under the glory of the gods, our lives may be deprived by you, but our souls will rise to the kingdom of God and always accompany our Lord. Even if our bodies fall into the dust, our souls will never yield..."

"Do you think your thoughts, your will and your soul belong to you?" Chen ang opened his palm and a bronze ring reflected the dim light.

"But it's not!"

Ding!

The ring fell to the ground, rolled forward along the beautiful marble ground, and finally hit the boots of a city guard and stopped.

The ordinary bronze ring attracts everyone's attention.

A rough big hand picked up the ring. He held the ring tightly and felt an unprecedented fullness. Then the ring in his hand was taken away by someone!

"This is the ring under my feet!"

The guard in boots showed his teeth and threatened, "don't steal my ring! Thief!"

"That's my ring! It's mine!" the guard who took the ring was very angry. He hit the fellow robe who took his ring with the handle of his sword until his head was bleeding and his hand was not loose. The guard mercilessly broke off his robed hand, and the guard who robbed the ring, regardless of the heavy wound on his head, held his right hand.

"This is my baby, it's mine! Ah!..."

The ferocious soldier broke his finger and took the bronze ring from his fingers. Soon everyone forgot Chen Ang's existence. They only saw the ring in their eyes, and the guards began to move fiercely

Until the first person used the weapon in his hand, only two breaths passed, and those determined guards could point a knife at those who tried to have the ring.

Everyone has an extreme desire for the ring, but they do not lose their reason, or they have the ability to think, but when this ability is wholeheartedly used to meet a need, malice arises. When the first person had the idea of "kill others, the ring is mine ~!" this malice was put to the greatest extent.

The first person who put the ring on his finger was shrouded in a strong black fog. He began to use this fog to control the city guards attacking it and make them draw knives at the people next to him. The fight unfolded between the two groups. Their swords were as firm and sharp as ever, but they turned to their colleagues.

Evil thoughts not only did not make them crazy and confused, but made these people more rational. They calmly analyzed tactics, thought about the situation, observed the weaknesses of their comrades in arms, and even allied and United. But their core will is only one "take that ring", and they can sacrifice everything for it.

Chen ang left the deep water castle! Because the result only needs to wait.

Betrayal and lust {hope, greed and killing are more terrible than madness. Selfish reason! The battle of deep-water Castle lasted for a long time. Not many people died from dusk to dawn, because smart and rational contenders consciously maintained a bottom line when they found that their lives would be threatened.

They will eliminate competitors and ensure that they can't return to the ring competition. They will formulate rules of the game to protect themselves from harm, so most people will only waste their opponent's action ability.

The in the castle is not an irrational killing, but everyone becomes very smart. They use all the means they have learned to compete for this ring, but they will also choose temporary compromise or even deception. They release the beast in their heart to chase it, but the beast is cunning.

Cunning enough to learn to compromise and give up.

Order, destruction of order, deception, betrayal, violence and alliance. In a short night, the deep-water Castle presented a political drama. The city guards and city sentinels who gave full play to their full potential exhausted their intrigues. They were smart and cunning. They were like jackals wandering in the human net.

In this farce, the dark side of human nature was played out.

They are all striving to become the final winner. This is the war of nearly a thousand smart people. There is nothing they can't give up. Even the ring can compromise and give up temporarily. Everything is to become the last person who holds the ring.

Chen ang provided them with advanced theoretical education and ideological works from other worlds. In order to compete for the copper of "power", they tried their best to fight, use and be used, betray and alliance, calculation and tactics.

Under the surface restraint and order, there are countless invisible, dark and bloody guards who are closer and closer to normal people. They devoutly learn everything instilled by Chen ang, including the great realistic works house of cards and workplace politics. They actively find human weaknesses and organize several teams in a small deep-water castle.

They guess others with the worst malice, but reason keeps them in a relatively stable and safe order. They cherish their own lives. They establish a set of effective rules of the game, and then rack their brains to cheat and overthrow these rules. These people play what politics is.

The game of power didn't end until three days later. More than 300 people were buried forever in the garden of the deep water fort. Some of them were stabbed in the back, some fell into the water, and some were collectively executed for violating the rules.

The Archmage Ilminster imprisoned this ring and made everyone calm, but the charm can be lifted. Can the polluted soul? After going deep into the dark side of human nature and learning the most cunning political conspiracy, these ordinary guards have also become extremely dangerous. Lies are like their mother tongue, and camouflage is like their skin.

Even among the drow, they are also the most outstanding conspiracy masters. Compared with the winners of these games, the nobles of deepwater city are as young as children. Even irminster feels fear in his heart in the face of these wise and sober eyes.