Chapter 326 Net (3)

He glanced at the four spell masters kneeling beside the blood pool. At this time, their whole bodies were trembling, and the sound of the spell chanting was intermittent. The four people were bloated like drums, like pregnant women about to give birth. However, the blood pool was about to bottom out. Looking from the perspective of Gerle, through the rolling blood waves, a huge square metal object could be vaguely seen, looking like a coffin.

Is that devil really dead? When I saw the steel coffin, Gerle couldn't help thinking. As a member of the trial, Gerle's fear of Medierli had reached its peak. Although he heard that he was a stunning face under that terrifying giant armor, Gerle could not have any insignificant thoughts about her. It would be better not to think of anything related to her.

After wiping a handful of sweat that kept oozing from her forehead, Gerle felt that every minute and every second became extremely tormented. In order to pass the time, he repeated the key points of this task over and over again: 1. Empty the blood pool until Medierli's body was exposed; 2. No matter what state her body was in, she would be salvaged from the blood pool; 3. Retreat; 4. Kill all the arbitrators involved in the operation.

Now the coffin bottle loaded with Medierli's body has appeared, but even if there is only a thin layer of plasma on it, Gerle would never dare to jump into the blood pool to salvage. Shortly after Sutton left, Gerle was inspired by Peperos' words and almost went to the blood pool to catch things. Perhaps others would be afraid that the blood pool would be poisonous, but he was absolutely not afraid. His only seventh-level ability in the fighting domain is toxin immunity. Of course, it is impossible to immunize all the highly toxic, but at least most of them are immune to the most toxic.

The number of known toxins is ineffective against Gerle. Before jumping into the blood pool, he finally left a little more mind and used an alloy spear to test the blood pool. Then he saw the blood mist suddenly rise, wrapping the alloy spear tightly! This spear that was hard enough to penetrate the armor of the chariot turned into a pile of dust in less than five seconds and fell into the blood pool. After a while, a layer of metal powder floated on the blood surface of the blood pool, and was smeared on the wall of the pool by waves of blood waves.

Gerle's face was as white as paper. No matter how arrogant he was, he would not think that his body was harder than the alloy spear. Judging from the speed that the blood mist had just preyed, Gerle was a little careless and was likely to end up with the same fate as the alloy spear. Only when Mishusi found four very unpopular spell masters in spell domains from somewhere, and put on robes that could isolate the blood mist, could they sit safely on the edge of the blood pool.

In fact, the power of the blood pool was already revealed at the moment of initial excavation. The three arbitrators who dug out the bleeding pool had become part of the blood pool together with their tools. But at that time, the blood pool seemed a little lazy, and its power was less than one-tenth of that now, so it was no wonder that Gerle looked down on it.

"Damn, why haven't Lord Sutton come back yet?" Gerle roared in his heart, and spewed out a hot white air helplessly. Just as he turned to an unknown amount of lap, he suddenly stopped and looked at the prayer table with horror.

On the prayer platform, there was an old man who was wearing a black tuxedo, straight trousers, spotless leather shoes, and even each of the snow-white hairs that were meticulously combed were incompatible with this shabby, dark, bloody, cold and damp church.

The old man bent over and was watching from a scattered look into the blood pool, but the four spell masters sitting next to him had no sense of his existence. It would be understandable that the spell masters were concentrating on fighting the secret blood pool and not paying attention to the surrounding environment at all. However! In addition to the spell masters, there were eight arbitrators in the church! They were blind and had no reaction to the appearance of the old man!

Gerle suddenly felt that he was the only one who saw this old man in the whole chapel!

There was no trace of ability from the old man who was formally and neatly dressed, but Gerle felt a suffocating. He felt a little brighter in front of him, and there was always something wrong with the old man's figure. After a closer look, Gerle realized that the old man's feet were actually less than a centimeter away from the ground, and he was just floating quietly in the air.

It's nothing great to say seriously. There are multiple abilities in the spell-like domain that can achieve a short-term floating effect. The other four ability domains also have more or less abilities that can make people stand in the air. Even Gerle himself can achieve similar suspension effects when the ability explodes.

There is no volcanic lava under my feet. Why did this old man float here? Is he trying to use this to fool people? If it were someone else, maybe Gerle would think so.

But even if this old man makes Gerle tachycardia, even the seemingly ordinary floating air. Of course, this strong bald man would not know that every minute and every second of the old man in front of him was hanging in the air like before his eyes!

"You...who are you?!" As soon as he said that, Gerle realized that his voice had become dry and hoarse, unspeakable, and he actually stuttered. Even in front of Sutton and even Lord Mithuss, Gerle had never lost his composure like this.

Hearing Gerle's questioning, the old man didn't move at all. He still looked at the blood pool and said lightly: "I've almost sucked the blood pool, I'm doing a good job!"

"Who are you!" Gerle shouted sternly. His muscles were bulging, and beating veins rose on his bald head, which was shining with oily luster. In a blink of an eye, Gerle had gathered all his strength and prepared for a fight, and the initial fear had been thrown out of the clouds.

The thunderous roar of Gerle shook the entire church. The arbitrators who seemed to be sleepwalking woke up and looked at the old man who seemed to be appearing in vain in a daze!

The old man finally stood up straight, turned around, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Don't ask such useless questions."

Gerle roared and jumped up. Instead of attacking the old man, he pressed the button of the pocket watch that was always in the palm of his hand, and threw the pocket watch towards the blood pool with all his strength!

The old man slowly and gracefully pulled out a snow-white square scarf from the inner bag of his shirt, put it on his hand, and then copied the pocket watch into his hand. The square scarf naturally completely wrapped the pocket watch.

A grim smile flashed across Gerle's face. He knew the power of this pocket watch. According to the standards of the old era, this pocket watch equivalent to a hundred tons of tnts can level most of the Trial Town. At this distance, even Gerle will be seriously injured even if he has full protection. If he is not lucky, he may even suffer an irreparable disability! That old guy dares to hold it in his hand?

The explosion happened as expected by Gerle.

The square scarf in the old man's hand suddenly expanded, and its volume expanded several times instantly, spreading a little with its thin and powerful five fingers. Through the square scarf, you can even see the first burst of flames between red and blue and white!

However, the old man smiled and closed his five fingers, and actually grabbed the swollen square scarf into a small ball!

The old man let go of his hand, shook the square scarf, and shook off a wisp of clear smoke and a few pieces of ashes.
Chapter completed!