A sudden heavy rain made the burning flames unable to continue to spread, and the rain turned into fogs of fog by the high temperature of the fire and scorching coke.

The fog filled the heavy rain, reflecting the firelight turned the most elegant busy area in the capital into a terrifying place like hell.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and water accumulates everywhere on the ground, and raindrops fall into the accumulated water cause ripples.

In this heavy rain, a lightning flash occasionally passes by - a red lightning. As the lightning passes, a fierce wind will inevitably blow. The edge of this gust of wind is so sharp that the branches of the surrounding trees are shaved cleanly and neatly.

Hiding behind the broken wall, Ruibo carefully poked his head out to look at the fierce battle in front of him.

When the rain was poured, both the fallen paladin and the king of killers seemed quite embarrassed.

The wet hair was pressed tightly against Sel's forehead, and Rebbo believed that this would inevitably affect his vision.

The light breastplate gave Selod some advantage. The steel breastplate was washed smoothly and brightly by the rain, and the faint red light emitted made the fallen Paladin even more weird.

The pair of long-spiked high-coordinated leather boots under Sel's feet were already covered with spots, some were blood and some were mud. The "Blood God's Spear" in his hand jumped and flickered like lightning and thunder. The almost crazy offensive seemed to be about to split Kelle in half with one sword.

Rebow believed that if he was the one who fought with the fallen Paladin, he would have probably completed its mission.

Fortunately, the one who fought fiercely with Sel's Alter was Kyle, the killer king.

Exactly the same as in the Bart Forest, Kelle never confronts anyone head-on. He always wanders around his opponent, wanders where his opponent cannot reach the attack, and wanders in the darkness and shadows.

Unlike usual, Kelle had a thin thorn sword on his right hand, which was originally used to deal with his old friend.

Rebow heard Kelle talk about the killer Dier, who was a difficult guy to deal with, and it was too risky to rely on just a dagger.

Ribo had never seen Kyle use swordsmanship, nor did he see anyone using a weapon to fight others with both hands. This time, he finally opened his eyes.

Keller's swordsmanship also agrees with his usual style - simple, direct and accurate, without any fancy moves. From a picky perspective, this is really not a master swordsmanship.

However, Ribo is sure that this sword technique is very effective, because Selodot obviously dares not relax at all when facing these simple attacks.

Ruibo could also see that he was really killing the dagger from his left hand. Every raid from that dagger would temporarily restore Sel's defense.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Rebow looked up at the sky. He was worried that continuing this would cause disadvantage to Kelle, because Kelle was wearing two layers of clothes, and the thick and soaked clothes would make him unable to move.

Rebow knew that Kelle did this to deal with his old opponent, and the outfit he was wearing would give him an advantage, but Kelle probably did not consider the appearance of Sel's Ott.

Standing behind the broken wall, Ruibo was paying attention to the situation around him at all times.

The Mr. Dier was not showing up for a long time, and there was nothing more dangerous than this.

A top killer who hides in the dark and is ready to snipe his opponent at any time, probably even Kyle is not willing to face such an opponent.

Rebow knew very well that at this moment, Kyle's safety was all dependent on him to protect.

For Rebec, the only thing that is more favorable is the heavy rain and the pond that accumulates higher and higher due to the heavy rain.

Unless they are magicians, no one can approach the two people in the battle without being noticed.

The most important thing now is patience. Whoever can’t calm down will expose his target first, and whoever loses the opportunity.

Ruibo knew at least one thing, and the situation was beneficial to them, because the men of Mr. Lomel in the capital were at best two or three hundred people, and they were scattered in a huge city of 2,500 square kilometers.

However, the Law and Political Department has 70,000 people, and their people are everywhere in the streets and alleys of the capital. What's more, for this operation, the Queen did not hesitate to spend all her money. The killers raised by the royal family are definitely not incompetent.

For Ribo and Keller, the escort of the Legal Affairs Bureau could control every road in the capital and prevent Lomel from arbitrarily allocating his troops. In addition to the killers directly under the Wang family, only the cronies under Rabel were the only ones under the trusted team under Rabel.

These two groups of people must be working hard to eliminate those people Lomel deployed in the capital.

Just as Ruibo was guessing what had changed in the situation in the capital, a sudden sound of extremely slight water flowing caught his attention. He immediately searched carefully in that direction and saw a killer wrapped in a black cloak and covered with a thick black cloth on his face approaching here carefully.

The killer was so close to him and he never noticed it. With this alone, Rebau confirmed that this person was the old opponent that Kelle was most concerned about.

Lubour was thankful that the heavy rain exposed the top killer's whereabouts. Although his footsteps were silent, and his ability to hide in the dark was not at all under Kelle, he could not stop the raindrops from falling on him, and he could not stop the rain from flowing down the black cloak to the ground.

Ruibo believes that this powerful killer must have also fallen in love with where he is hiding now, because this is the most hidden place nearby and can escape from wind and rain.

As Kelle taught, Rebow adjusted his breathing as even as possible to relax his spirits. He reached into his arms and took out a slender metal cylinder, which was tightly plugged into cork.

Rebow pointed the mouth of the metal cylinder at Mr. Dier. Although he didn't know if this thing would be useful, Rebow decided to take a chance.

When he was in the villa outside Sethburg, he had seen the terribleness of this thing. The knight who sneaked into the laboratory was torn apart by this thing and swallowed up most of his body.

Among the many terrifying demonic creatures left by the terrifying magician, only this thing is Ribo, who knows more about how to tame and manipulate it, because he spent no effort and effort to recapture this thing.

The cork was gently pulled out, and Ribo didn't even dare to breathe, because a slight vibration of the air would cause this thing to lose control. If it joined the melee, the final outcome would be unpredictable.

A mantis with a slight metallic luster slowly crawled out. The pair of ugly, high-profile red eyes, coupled with the pair of sharp knife arms that were almost half the length of the body, would probably not be willing to get too close to it.

The ghost mantis rubbed his forearm excitedly, and the forearm, which was like two scimitars, actually made a sound like metal friction.

The harsh metal friction sound attracted everyone's attention, and Ruibo quietly hid in the dead corner. He was always very alert because he knew very well that the Ghost Mantis was definitely not a qualified bodyguard. Although it was powerful, it lacked wisdom.

The two people in the fierce battle became even more alert, while the killer who had originally sneaked in the dark stopped vigilantly.

The ghost mantis crawled straight towards the killer king who was traversing the northwest. Its eyes that did not belong to humans allowed it to easily find traces of its prey, even if it was so good at hiding in the darkness.

Dier also saw this unique mantis. Although he didn't know what it was, the Northwest Killer King felt a dangerous existence that was so strong that it could not be resolved.

This feeling hasn't been a few times in his life.

Suddenly, the ghost mantis flapped his wings and flew up, and the pair of scimitar-like forearms flashed with a cold and cold light. The ghost mantis' flying speed was not very fast. Its arms rubbed while flying, making a chilling metal friction sound.

Even Ribo didn't know that the Ghost Mantis was so good at bluffing, but he knew very well that this bluffing tactic would not be of use to the killer Dier.

As Ruibo expected, a bright blue lightning flashed through the air and stabbed the slowly flying ghost mantis.

The killer's weapons should not radiate light, which has almost become common sense, but Ruibo is also very clear about why the Northwest Killer King would choose a weapon that is built with conventional ones.

It was an extremely precious weapon with a magical magic seal inside. Such a weapon was naturally the masterpiece of an alchemist.

Although Kelle fought with this guy several times, he still didn't know the depth of the weapon. The only thing that is certain is that the dagger is extremely sharp and has almost no armor and shield that cannot be cut through. Another thing that is certain is that the sword cannot be painted black in any way, otherwise Mr. Dier would have done everything possible to do this.

With a "swish", the dagger cut the space. Just as the dagger was about to hit it, the ghost mantis suddenly transformed into countless figures, and each figure seemed hazy and could not tell which one was the real body.

The first sword failed, and Dier's expression became even more serious. He didn't know what this was. This was the thing he felt most annoying. As a killer, he would never confront an opponent who had no idea of ​​the details.

Almost in an instant, killer Dier chose to retreat, and he no longer cared about his ally who was in a fierce battle.

The king of Northwest Killer retreated quickly, but he would never dare to turn around and run away because with his clever old opponent, turning around and running away is like killing himself.

It’s a pity that the hungry ghost mantis had not planned to let go of the prey in front of him. It turned into countless phantoms and rushed towards Dier.

Blue lightning flashed through the sky and pierced every phantom. The unreaped sting proved that all this was indeed an illusory impression.

Dier rolled sideways in a mess and escaped from the unknown demon insect's attack. What surprised him was that countless cold lights passed by him, one of which easily left a flat and smooth cut on the green board on the ground.

Only the sharpest weapon can leave such scars. He does not intend to continue to entangle with this terrible thing. In his opinion, there is no possibility of winning when fighting this illusory ghost, and he must be prepared for the sharp blade at any time.

The killer king, who was traversing the northwest, quickly retreated, but suddenly he saw two phantoms appearing on both sides behind him.

This terrifying ghost can not only create phantoms, but also freely manipulate phantoms.

Killer Dier never likes gambling. He doesn't want to make a judgment based on speculation, even if it's just a way to escape from. It's really not easy to get rid of this terrible thing. Suddenly, a poisonous plan jumped out of his mind. The King of the Northwest Killer rushed towards the old opponent who was fighting fiercely.

A red lightning flashed towards Kelle quickly, followed by a blue lightning, which burned eyes and was bright, while the blue lightning flashed and changed.

There is really no offensive that is more terrifying than this almost perfect joint attack.

In the face of such a fierce offensive, even the king, who is as skilled as Kelle, who is invincible and standing at the peak of the dark world, can only place all his strength on dodging and defense.

Kelle was indeed overwhelmed. He was convinced that if the opponent in front of him teamed up to launch such an attack a few more times, he would inevitably be completely swallowed up by the sweeping waves. Moreover, with the existence of an old opponent, he would even have almost zero chance of escaping. The only turning point was the collapse of the opponent's joint offensive and the emergence of strong aid.

Kyle was waiting because he knew very well what kind of guy his old opponent was. His deep understanding of the opponent was the only trump card he held in his hand. This was a gamble, a gamble with his life.

Unlike the killer Dier, Kyle does not like gambling, but he will also gamble when necessary.

Kelle is waiting for the opportunity to throw this ace, which will be a very short moment, but Kelle is sure that he can seize this moment firmly.

With a "ding" sound, Kelle almost used the dagger held in his left hand to hold the long sword stabbed by Sel's sword, and the thin sword in his right hand stabbed towards the old opponent's face, completely looking like he was planning to die together.

Dier didn't intend to fight to the death, his attack was just for his own life.

Now his goal has been achieved, because the annoying monster worm stopped in the air and was obviously choosing to attack prey.

Dier always paid attention to the monster insect in the air. As long as the prey it chose was not himself, he would immediately retreat and escape from this extremely dangerous place.

Just as Dier was thinking about how to escape, he suddenly heard a slight voice that was almost unheard.

That was the last thing he wanted to encounter. It was the sound of the magician chanting a spell.

This killer king who traversed the northwest was even able to determine who was hiding behind the broken wall and chanting the spell.

This man was originally his prey, but he didn't expect the situation to reverse such an unexpected reversal. Now he himself has become a prey.

If it were usual, he would definitely choose to pounce in the direction where the sound was emitted, but now there is the monster insect guarding the air, and he will never make a second choice except to escape.

A flying knife slid silently from the sleeve tube into the palm of his hand. Dier has always been very confident about his flying knife. This is the only place he has surpassed his old opponent. He knows very well that his strong rival does not like flying knife and any other hidden weapons. He would rather believe in the dagger in his hand.

The killer Dier has made all preparations. While he is running away, he will also complete the mission entrusted to him by Lomel.

The harrier eagle in the sky was always staring at the ground in the wind and rain, watching the little magician of Sethburg, who showed his body, hid behind the broken wall, and watched him pull out his wand.

Earl Darkru knew very well that now was Sel's last chance. If he indulged in the confrontation with the top killer, if he did not die as planned, then he would really die.

Another silver coin fell from the sky, and the series of clear and melodious metal collisions brought the warning of Earl Darkru.

Sel'ert seemed to be able to hear the angry curse of the Count Darkru from the sharp sound of the silver coins, which suddenly gave him a hint of relief.

For the fallen Paladin, he was also gambled, betting all his bets on trust in the Earl of Darkru, and his bet was his own life.

The reason why he delayed the duel so long and that he put himself in such a dangerous Jedi was also for this gamble. He wanted to see if what Darkru said to him in the patio was true. He had to distinguish the truth, even if it would kill him, he had to know the truth.

The series of crisp and pleasant metal collisions seemed to tell him that you won. Sel'ert suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. Now he has to truly face the "death" he has chosen long ago.
To be continued...