Vol 2 Chapter 52

Fifty-second act chase, escape

Brando had just rushed out of the room, and the bone rack in the red armour creaked behind. It twisted halfway through the body, moving slowly from slow to smooth.

At the same time, several aeolian spiders crawled out of the rubble and returned to the young people. Brando found that there were four remaining, but the information transmitted by two of them clearly showed that they had found the corresponding aims. Fengjing spiders use Toniru's wind language. Although Brando didn't actually master the language, he seemed to understand what they meant-things were not far from him.

This relieved him slightly. But with the wisdom of these little things, they are indistinguishable from whether the magic item he found is the scroll of elemental revelation he needs. Brando must make his own judgment.

There are two targets, one near 30 meters south and one 50 meters west. Brando thought about it, and the west side led to the showroom below the auction floor, and it seemed more likely-just turning back, the danger was self-evident. He wanted to take back two of them, so as not to accidentally enter the graveyard with this card.

On the other side, the soul of the black hole of the undead is rekindling the light of two soul fires.

Brando understands that he doesn't have much time, but now he is not in a good condition. The sting of the light is lost in the gravel-he has no time to find it out, Charles is no longer there, and his right arm is almost Broken-until now unconscious. Fengjing spiders can't help, the ring is still charging after the wind.

The exhaustion caused by the exhaustion of mana is faintly accompanied, but fortunately, most of the physical strength is left, and there is no loss of life.

He stood staggering on the aisle, his mind flashing. Cursing the crossbow doesn't help the undead, but maybe there is another option is to break through the window on the second floor and go to the densely populated street, but this cannot prevent the terrible undead from continuing to pursue him-- Ripples of life are extremely sensitive to undead, and there is no possibility of finding no one in the crowd. In particular, in the open area, he is less likely to escape from the Crusaders' executioners.

He took a sip, and the Crusader Executioner wasn't completely without weakness, but the absolute gap in strength made him do nothing.

He could almost hear the voice of the undead moving behind him. Brando shook his head and shook off the idea, and quickly hurried along the aisle where the broken walls were everywhere. In a short moment, this small auction house seemed to have encountered a storm, and the previous competition irreversibly changed the terrain here. But now he was not in the mood to care about this, as long as the undead caught up, he thought he couldn't escape ten meters away.

"You have to think of a way."

He suddenly saw the wreckage of a skeleton soldier not far away. It should be his masterpiece not long ago, and his heart moved.

A click. The giant skull in blood-colored armor has come out of the room with the tomahawk upside down. It is half-carrying a huge body, and its yellow ribs are inserted into the spine like a stalk-like sword, and surround the center Flaming flame. It wears only shoulder armor, helmets, and simple skirt blades, because under the protection of bones-its bone plate hardened by the force of chaos is tougher than ordinary metal.

He turned his head, silent in the empty aisle. It froze for a moment. The condition of the previous life ripple told him that the weak human was advancing along the aisle, but the induction was now insignificant.

Brando was lying flat next to the wreckage of the skull.

He exhaled softly, then held his breath; he tried to calm his heartbeat so that his blood circulation was slowed down as much as possible, so as not to be too eye-catching in the eyes of the undead. The Crusader Executioner really slowed down, Brando's signs of life gradually weakened in its gray vision, it was a little puzzled, and the remaining cunningness in its instincts slowed it down.

So as not to hit the trap.

But it's not completely invisible to Brando, and young people understand it.

He carefully pulled the black steel sword from the skull soldier's paw, his movements were slow and light. Brando felt that although his heartbeat was slow, every time he was very powerful, it was like a big drum covered with cowhide, hitting his fragile nerve. I don't know if this is an illusion, but the huge bones frame inevitably approached here.

Less than ten meters.

As soon as this distance erupted from this general guard of Madara, Brando would be separated. One or two times he couldn't help turning his head, as if subconsciously confirming that his head was still around his neck.

The undead was one step closer.

Brando can no longer remain calm and cultivates his calmness in the game, but now uses life as a bet after all. He glanced at the tall bone skeleton, Madara's General Guard, known for his quick cold and killings throughout the battlefield. The giant axe in their hands is nearly four meters long and has more than twenty tons of power in one full blow. Every time they confront them on the battlefield, humans will pay ten or even hundreds of times.

In Karasu's war records, the Undead Wizard had dozens of General Guard records to disperse Eruin for an entire infantry regiment. On the front line, these giant monsters in the melee are like moving iron towers. Horror legends about them abound.

Of course, human beings also have elite elite troops that can compete with them one-on-one.

But Brando hadn't reached that level yet.

When the Crusader Executioner's eyes fell on him, his heart beating uncontrollably, beating. His blood began to accelerate uncontrollably, and the life force seemed to be obvious again. The tall undead was a little meal-a cold icy shroud on Brando's head.

It sees through his tricks.

But time passed only a few seconds.

Brando felt his forehead bleak, and he would provoke an attack with a slight movement, but he could not hold on for a few seconds even if he maintained it. He stared at his attribute interface, thinking for a few seconds that it would not help. He needed more time, a little more, and suddenly he made up his mind to roll over to the side.

The huge bone rack immediately responded, raising his tomahawk—the metallic side refracted the cold light on Brando's face, making his face pale. This giant monster seemed to be a gray ghost passing more than ten meters in an instant, and the axe dragged to the side, and a bang opened a crack in the wall. The cracked bricks and the wood embedded in the wall protruded outwards, forming a deep gully moving forward rapidly.

The auction hall is in the underground passageway, and the walls on both sides have been strengthened, but it is as fragile as a piece of tofu pulled by the abnormal forces of the Crusaders' executioners. It waved forward, and the wind pressure and rift suddenly extended to Brando. But the young man made a fake move. He rolled to the side while kicking his foot **** the ground, and already jumped in the opposite direction.

The giant axe's axe was destined to hit the open space, and the slate cracked on the ground and shattered. But Brando leaped between this tall undead's legs—the crusader executioner snarled from under the hollow neck bone. This was the scream of the soul. It retracted the axe and wanted to stab his feet. . But Brando ducked from side to side, and had already got up and grabbed its thigh bones and turned to the side. Every time the huge bone rack wanted to turn the axe, but the ceiling stuck the long axe again. In a blink of an eye, Brando had been connected to avoid three attacks, and he finally came to his senses and reached out to catch this cunning human.

Fifteen seconds.

Brando has been long enough.

When the Crusader Executioner grabbed the huge bones down, Brando immediately lowered his head to avoid it. As soon as the charge skill entered the cooling, he turned on at the same time. The speed broke out instantly and Brando had nearly doubled this monster. Dexterously, he rushed forward like a continuous afterimage, while at the same time a sword in his left hand burst into the front wall--

Nearly 20 energy levels bombarded the wall.

The black steel sword issued a wailing sound, breaking every inch. But the wall slammed inward, and the masonry became crisscross. Brando dropped the sword again and made a punch with his left hand, causing the wall to collapse. He jumped into the wall, and it turned out to be the room on the other side. Fengjing spider had already come around here through the sewer to wait for him.

He was close to the target.

But the Crusader executioner was closer to him. Brando didn't dare to neglect, and the last acceleration was like a meteor crashing open the door of the room and rushing out. And his front foot had just left, and the huge bone rack behind him had snarled against the wall. He raised his head in a shout, and separated his hands with the broken wall—let the dust rustle and slide along the helmet, and then squeezed in.

The two started to pursue in a small space one after another, and the auction house fell into bad mold. The Crusader Executioner is like a humanoid bulldozer. The wall of the wood and stone sandwich is as close as fifty energy. The power of the level was almost invincible, it moved forward, and any wall surface became powdery and cracked.

In just a moment, it passed through three walls. From the outside of the auction house, part of the circular building has collapsed.

Brando was anxious to calculate the distance, and there were two rooms. He drew a dagger from his belt and threw it away. The Crusaders executioners kept slamming open. The sharp blade just left a white scratch on its bone. It lifted its head, and hit a Fengjing spider head on, but the huge bone rack made a cyan ball with a fist. Sauce.

Brando went through another room.

The Crusaders' executioners raised their axe for the second time, which made the young man feel cold in his vest, and it seemed that time was too late.