The buzzing sound and bloody smell echoed in the air, from the disappearance of the black shadow to the appearance of the red arc, time was only a blink of an eye, until the old mage's body fell down softly, and not many people reacted. What remained in the young mage's eyes was that fatal stream of light, and he could not even recall the flowing sword technique.

Almost in the shortest time they could react, the rippling red light flowed out from the hands of the black shadow. The defense of the mage armor and magical items was as fragile as a piece of tissue under the red light. Just the moment they pierced the skin, they were deprived of their life and soul.

The red light blade carries powerful energy, and the primitive magic flow bondage forms this sword blade that looks like red crystal, with powerful lethality, and the mysterious shadow is even more elusive as a phantom.

Chen Ang stepped on the accumulated water and pierced the heart of a guard from a tricky angle. The shocking force destroyed the balance between the two soldiers blocking him. Just an angle adjustment made the two pierce each other's bodies. The light blade echoed gently and penetrated the chest of a wanderer behind him.

No hesitation at all!

Chen Ang slid into the darkness, jumped between the two planes along the shadow plane, and in just a moment, he jumped calmly among dozens of shadow coordinate points. The light blade in his hand turned into red lightning wrapped between his fingers, splitting and entangling in the rain, like hundreds of thin hair-like light threads, waving along Chen Ang's right hand.

The young mage turned around at this time. He saw dozens of red luminous threads disappearing into the deepest part of the shadow along the leaping trajectory of the shadow. At this time, the guard who was passed by the light blade like a puppet fell down with a bang.

It was not until the body fell down that someone shouted, "Enemy attack!", and a loud trumpet sounded on the tower, awakening everyone in the deep water castle. Everyone took their place in an orderly manner. Many spellcasters joined in, and the city guards tried their best to block the red arc.

Chen Ang moved between the shadows as if he was walking leisurely in the garden. He could appear from the most unexpected place, even a shadow as big as a nail could 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 teleportation restriction spell was useless.

The light blade flew, shaking a little red flower in the air, then a thousand points and ten thousand points, shining at every location where Chen Ang shone. A complete red flower represents the simplest round change of the light blade. One stretch, one tap, one square, and one twist, can always cut off the guard's weapons and drill into their chests.

Arcane has no effect, either easily dodged by Chen Ang. The spell structure is destroyed by the light blade and dissipated into invisible. The light blade composed of the purest primitive magic can even pick up archangels with stable spell structures when they are not activated. It can reflect most enchanted spells.

The guardian formation of the city guards cannot be said to be incomplete, and the loyalty and fighting will of the guards cannot be said to be not tenacious. They have achieved their best within the scope of their own knowledge system and wisdom, and have a reasonable layout, spell countermeasures and spell responses of spellcasters, and even the spells they remember have been carefully arranged.

But this has no effect and will only appear even more powerless.

"I hope you can keep your restraint!" Chen Ang emerged from the shadow. With his footsteps, a large circle appeared in the square and moved with it. He calmly swept his eyes over these young and firm faces, and said in the clearest voice: "For the attitude of being responsible for your lives, I hope you can make choices out of your wishes..."

"It has nothing to do with honor or mission. When encountering force majeure, what is your own choice? Should I maintain this order or choose another possibility?"

"Survival, or resist?"

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

But no one spoke.

"My Lord is favoring me!" These soldiers raised their heads arrogantly and slowly, and their eyes met Chen Ang's deep gaze.

"The despicable unbeliever, the ridiculous clown under the glory of the gods, our lives may be deprived of by you, but our souls will rise to the kingdom of God and will always accompany my Lord. Even if the body falls into dust, our souls will never surrender..."

"Do you think your thoughts, your will, and your soul belong to you?" Chen Ang spread his palms, and a bronze ring reflected a dim light.

"But it's not!"

bite!

The ring fell to the ground, rolled forward along the beautifully patterned marble floor, and finally hit a city guard's boot and stopped.

The ordinary bronze ring attracted everyone's attention.

A rough big hand picked up the ring. He held the ring tightly, feeling an unprecedented fulfillment, and then the ring in his hand was snatched by someone!

"This is the ring under my feet!"

The guard in boots threatened with teeth, "Don't steal my ring! Thieves!"

"That's my ring! It's mine!" The guard who was snatched the ring was extremely annoyed. He slammed the comrade who took away his ring with the hilt of the sword. It was not until his head was bleeding and his tightly held hands loosened. The guard spread his comrade's hand hard, and the guard who snatched the ring held his right hand tightly, regardless of the heavy wounds on his head.

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

The soldier with a ferocious face broke his fingers hard and snatched the bronze ring from the gap. Soon everyone forgot Chen Ang's existence. There was only the ring in their eyes, and the guards' movements began to become fierce...

Until the first person used the weapon in his hand, only two breaths passed, and the extremely determined guards could point their swords at the hands that were trying to have the ring.

Everyone has an extreme desire for rings, but they have not lost their minds, or they still have the ability to think, but when this ability is used wholeheartedly to satisfy a need, malice arises. When the first person has the idea of ​​"killing others, the ring is mine!", this malice is put to the maximum.

The first person who put his finger on his finger was shrouded in a thick black mist. He began to use this mist to control the city guards who attacked it, causing them to draw swords at the people next to him. The fight unfolded between the two groups, their swords as firm and sharp as before, but towards their comrades.

The evil thoughts not only did not make them crazy and confusing. Instead, they made these people more rational. They calmly analyzed tactics, thought about the situation, observed the weaknesses of their comrades, and even formed alliances and united. But their core will was only one "snatch that ring", and they could sacrifice everything for it.

Chen Ang left the Deep Water Castle! Because the result only needs to be waited.

Betrayal and desire { desire, greed and killing, are more terrible than madness. It is selfish reason! The battle in the Deep Water Castle lasted for a long time, from dusk to dawn, and not many people died. Because the clever and rational contenders consciously maintained a bottom line when they found that their lives would be threatened.

They will eradicate competitors and ensure that they cannot return to the battle for the ring. They will set rules of the game to protect themselves from harm, so most people will only nullify their opponent's ability to move.

In the castle, it was not a killing that was unreasonable. Instead, everyone became very smart. They used all the means they had learned to compete for the ring, but they would also choose to compromise temporarily, or even deceive. They released the beast in their hearts and chased it. But the beast was cunning.

So cunning that he learned to compromise and give up.

Order, destroying order, deceiving, betraying, violence, and forming an alliance. In just one night, a political drama was presented in the deep water castle, which exaggerated and tried all its potential to use up all the conspiracies and tricks. They were smart, they were cunning, and they were like jackals wandering in the human net.

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

They are all striving to become the final winners, this is a war between nearly a thousand smart people. There is nothing that cannot be given up. Even the ring can compromise and give up temporarily. Everything is to become the last person holding the ring.

These people learned their own knowledge and became top political experts. Chen Ang provided them with extremely advanced theoretical education and ideological works from other worlds. In order to compete for the copper of "power", they used all their strength to fight against people with all their potential, exploit and be exploited, betrayed and allied, calculate and tactics.

Under the superficial restraint and order, countless invisible, dark and blood are hidden, and guards who are getting closer and closer to normal people are piously learning everything that Chen Ang has instilled, including the great realist works "House of Cards" and "Politics of the Workplace". They actively discovered the weakness of human nature, and they organized several teams in the small deep water castle.

They use the worst malice to speculate on others, but reason has kept them in a relatively stable and safe order. They cherish their lives. They have established a set of effective rules of the game, and then rack their brains to cheat and overturn these rules in the run. These people have played all the politics.

This Game of Thrones did not end until three days later. More than 300 people were buried in the garden of the deep water castle forever. Some of them had a knife behind their backs, some were in trouble, and some were collectively executed for violating the rules.

The great wizard Ilminster imprisoned this ring, regaining everyone's calmness, but the charm can be relieved. Can the polluted soul? After going deep into the dark side of human nature and learning the most cunning political conspiracy, these ordinary guards also become extremely dangerous. Lies are like their native language, and disguises are like their skin.

Even among them, they are the most outstanding conspiracy masters. The nobles of Deep Water City are as immature as children than the winners of these games. Even Ilminster, facing these seemingly wise and sober eyes, feel fear in his heart. (To be continued...)

ps: This chapter should be yesterday.

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