Chapter 406

Concerned about the demon slayers and wizards on the ground, Ren's hammer did not use a thunderous blow, but a destructive blow.

The feedback from Warhammer was a little light.

Harken's body split open, but no blood flowed out, and it still dissipated like foam.

"A substitute again?"

Renn's thoughts hadn't settled yet, and he realized that the mithril light armor on his back was penetrated by a sharp weapon, and a sharp object pierced him, bursting out with unparalleled sharpness and destructive power, and the dragon scale skin of the real dragon body was instantly shattered. Pierced, pierced into the skin, and was blocked by the fourth-level steel body, unable to move forward.

Ding!

There was a sound of metal clanging, and sparks splashed out.

Halken's indifferent eyes suddenly changed.

The "fang of destruction" in his hand is an epic-level short sword. Not only is it extremely sharp, it can even pierce steel plates, there is almost nothing that cannot penetrate, and it has a magic-breaking effect. Shields below level six have always been It breaks in one hit.

Once the fang of destruction penetrates the enemy's body, even if it only scratches the skin, it will tear a huge wound, and at the same time trigger the power of shadow to invade the soul, paralyzing the opponent and losing their resistance.

I don't know how many extraordinary people died under this sharp blade before.

However, Ryan was unharmed after being stabbed.

Halken couldn't believe it in his eyes, his expression almost froze, and his movements subconsciously slowed down by half a beat.

Ren's war hammer had just been swung out, and it was too late to take it back, so he leaned back and hit Harken directly against the dagger. Regression could not bring out the greatest strength, but the victory took the shortest time, and finally hit Harken's real body.

With a bang, Harken was knocked out.

Even though he had offset most of the force of the impact through the "force unloading" element, he still felt as if he was hit head-on by the tail of a giant dragon, causing severe pain all over his body, and opened his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The two closest mirrors poked out electric claws.

One left and one right, two giant claws made of lightning flew towards them almost at the same time. Harken turned over and stepped into the void, avoiding the electric claws by a tiny margin.

His feet stepped on the air, as if walking on the ground, he lowered his head and dodged a warhammer thrown by a mirror image, and suddenly accelerated, causing the two rainbow rays to fall into the air, bypassing Borch's holy light sword with phantom steps, Fei Leon's flashing sword slash was also half a step slower, breaking away from the attack in the blink of an eye.

This series of dazzling dodges, like a butterfly piercing through flowers, calmly found a way out of danger, Harken fully utilized the advantage of speed.

Even as an enemy, Ren had to admire that he was indeed a legendary mid-level trickster.

Admiration is admiration, but his subordinates are merciless.

Ren saw the timing and flashed over, opened his mouth and let out another roar.

"Roar!"

This time it wasn't the roar of the giant dragon, the interval was too short to hurt the throat, what he roared was the "sharp roar" from the Beamon giant beast demon soul, this common element has already reached level five, and it attacks the sense of hearing through sound waves.

At such a close distance, Harken's eardrums tingled.

He had been injured by Rennes, his body stopped for half a breath involuntarily, and blood flowed from his ears.

Ren didn't hesitate to swing the hammer and hit it.

call out……

Halken quickly threw the dagger in his hand, and it turned into a stream of light faster than lightning, flying a hundred meters away in an instant, and his body also disappeared.

Ren swung the hammer again, looking at the dagger in the distance.

Harken's figure emerged and caught the flying short sword. This move had the same effect as the flash, but it was much farther than the flash.

"Shift and reposition."

Ren snorted coldly. He secretly saw Harken use it when he was in the dwarven underground fortress. This is one of the trickster's signature abilities.

As soon as Halken caught the dagger and landed, two random doors opened in front of him, and two mirror images of Renn walked out of them.

Normally, coming out of any door is a blink of an eye.

But in Halken's eyes, it was too slow. Before the two mirror images could move, he threw the dagger again, appeared on the street farther away, and easily opened the distance.

Throw, catch, flash.

Every time Harken's figure appeared, any door around him opened and rushed out of the mirror image, but he was always half a step behind, watching Harken leave helplessly.

"He wants to escape!"

Felion reminded loudly.

"I know." Ren nodded, and looked up to the south of the city of Majus. Halken was afraid of the Duke of Silver Star, and he couldn't make a sneak attack when he showed up.

Felion wanted to catch up subconsciously, but hesitated again.

He was no match for Halken at all, and the place was full of exorcists and secret fire guards. If Halken shot back after he left, the loss would be too great.

"Director, Borch, you stay and protect everyone." Ren said softly, "He can't escape very far."

As he spoke, he blessed himself with the Wings of Wind and Thunder, and opened any door to enter.

The five mirror images continued to use any door in turn to pursue. Although they couldn't stop Halken, they locked his tracks firmly, kept the pressure on him, and prevented him from getting away easily.

On the streets of Majus, a black shadow flashed like a fleeting shadow.

Many residents who hid at home to observe the situation on the street felt as if some shadow was flying in front of them, but saw nothing.

Immediately, he saw a deep arbitrary door open, and a tall figure with a warhammer walked out of it, looking in a certain direction, stepped into the arbitrary door again and left.

This eerie scene scared the peeking people back their necks.

call out!

It was another teleportation change, and Harken landed on the ground and looked back, panting uncontrollably, with a bloody smell in his mouth. He stretched out his hand to wipe his chest, and used the "damage transfer" to transfer the injury from his body to the outside. The seven-level self-healing effect was prominent, and the scars healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But this is not without cost, physical strength and soul power are rapidly declining.

Moreover, the ability of shape-shifting and repositioning consumes a lot of energy. After using it more than a dozen times in a row, Halken couldn't hold it anymore.

He tried to cover up with illusions, or sneak into the shadows, but no matter what method he used, it had no effect on the pursuing enemies, and he was always seen through at a glance.

These mirror images are completely different from the mirror images in his impression.

Each mirror image is like the body, with the ability to think, and can see through all disguises and illusions at a glance, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Just after taking a breath, a few steps away, a random door opened again.

"damn it!"

Halken cursed secretly, this is the most difficult enemy he has ever encountered, even more troublesome than the legendary high-ranking Frink, mirror images are more than his own ghost clones, the lifelines cannot be controlled, all kinds of Neither illusion nor camouflage work, they are simply their nemesis.

Once it stops flying, it will be surrounded by several mirror images.

But if he continues to escape like this, he will be exhausted sooner or later, and may attract the Duke of Silver Star, and the ending will be even worse.

"I can only fight recklessly, kill his mirror image first."

Harken calmed down, activated the phantom step, and his speed increased suddenly. The figure floated away like a black shadow, stabbing at the figure who had just come out of any door from the side and rear.

With a ding, the Destruction Fang pierced through a layer of dragon scale skin, and then got stuck and could no longer move forward.

"Um?"

Halken's face changed, and he secretly called it unlucky, the one in front of him was not a mirror image but the real body.

Ren ignored the dagger stuck in his waist, turned around and was hit with a heavy hammer. The eyes of the soul saw that Harken activated the "substitution technique" again, but he himself jumped to another direction, ten miles away. A few meters away, he escaped into the shadows in an instant.

The war hammer that was halfway through the swing was thrown out of his hand, and went straight to Harken in the shadows.

"Roar!"

The roar of the giant dragon sounded, Harken's figure froze, and when he regained his will, the war hammer flew in front of him, zooming in on his field of vision.

At the critical moment, Harken rolled over on the spot.

This seemed a bit embarrassing, after all, he avoided the fatal blow.

The warhammer was dragged back by a flash of lightning. Harken's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He got up and grabbed the handle of the hammer that flew over his head. He felt the paralysis of the electric shock in his hand, but the damage was not strong, and it was still within the tolerable range. As a result, he dragged hard and fell into a tug-of-war.

Without a warhammer, this Dragoon is a much lower threat.

Ren narrowed his eyes, the pulling power of the electric suction ring was not very good, and he couldn't get back the warhammer in the air for a while.

If the mountain cannot come, I will pass.

He charged without hesitation, and at the same time condensed a ray of rainbow light from his hand, aiming at Harken.

Unexpectedly, Harken didn't dodge or evade, his eyes locked on himself, and the eyes of the soul saw a powerful element of transcendence flickering in his brain.

"Mimicry!"

The iridescent ray erupted, and the enchanted necklace on Harken's neck was activated, lighting up a magic protection, but it was penetrated instantly. He swallowed the iridescent ray abruptly, his leather armor was shattered, and his chest was bloody and bloody. There was a triumphant smile on his face.

However, his smile suddenly froze.

Mimic failed!

There is only one explanation for this, and that is that his soul strength is weaker than that of his opponent. Mimetic elements can only simulate targets that are weaker than one's own soul. Once it is stronger than itself, either the simulation is incomplete, or more elements are missing, and only when the gap is extremely large will it fail completely.

But Ren is obviously just a transcendent who has just been promoted to a legend, and Halken can't understand.

After being so dazed for a while, Renn had already charged in front of him.

Halken immediately let go of the hammer, and his figure retreated quickly. At the same time, he threw the Fang of Destruction forcefully with his other hand. At this moment, a mirror image walked out of any door behind him.

This mirror image held the arcane torrent staff, and as soon as it appeared, it activated the last remaining "stasis field" on the staff today.

An invisible force field enveloped the space within tens of meters.

The speed of Destruction Fang dropped sharply, as if it had slowed down a hundred times. It flew slowly, and then was shot down to the ground by the electric claw technique released by a mirror image. Harken, who activated the transposition, appeared next to the Fang of Destruction, and was horrified to find that he was still in the stasis field, almost unable to move.

The third mirror image flashed behind Harken and hit him on the back with a solid hammer.

puff!

Even though the mirror image had only half the power of Ren's body, and most of its power had been removed, it still broke Halken's spine under the devastating blow.

Halken was staggered by the hammer, leaning towards Renn's body who was charging.

Ren used his bare hands, and the five fingers of his right hand turned into sharp Beamon giant claws. He swung hard, as if he had rehearsed countless times in advance, Harken's neck was sent up on his own initiative, and it was chopped off.

In the splash of blood, Harken's head flew up.

The stasis force field hadn't ended yet, his head was bound in mid-air and unable to land, his eyes were staring, but he was completely dead.