Spire Game: My cards are all forbidden divine skills

Underground prison.

Just as the mysterious merchant said.

Beneath the church lay a massive prison.

Iron cages, roaming guards, and some enormous villagers are all here.

Chen Mo glanced at it and felt that this place was even more lively than the village.

The prison cells weren't empty; they were filled with living people.

Howling, screaming.

Every now and then, people covered in blood would be thrown out like trash and then pushed away by the guards in small carts.

cruel!

Chen Mo only glanced at it and felt horrified.

Even someone as familiar with death as him felt that this place was nothing short of hell on earth.

These people locked up in the prison were probably captured from other floors, or perhaps "lured" here.

Once they arrive, they become "flesh and blood," "fertilizer," or "beasts"—in any case, no longer "human."

Chen Mo gripped the Green Dust Sword tightly; he didn't want to end up like that.

Standing in the shadows, Chen Mo continued to look ahead and immediately spotted the corrupt cultist wearing silver ornaments.

Beside them was a hunched-over fellow, about half a person's height, with four arms and one eye, who was bowing and reporting something.

Chen Mo tried his best to listen, but all he could hear was "Priest... Black Blood... Corruption..."

These words don't reveal much; one can only glean that the man wearing silver ornaments is a corrupt priest.

After saying a few words, the corrupt priest walked in another direction, taking with him many tall villagers, which was undoubtedly the best news for Chen Mo.

They've come at just the right time!

Chen Mo did not make a rash move, but stood in the shadows waiting for a guard pushing a cart to approach.

This guard was clearly different from the other villagers; he seemed more like one of those beings on the snow-capped mountains.

The figure was black, with almost no flesh visible.

Enveloped in black mist, its eyes were blood red, and it occasionally growled in a low voice.

Chen Mo recalled the illustrations and roughly knew what they were.

Wraith: 52 HP.

Skill 1: Roar, deals 3 damage over time.

Skill 2: Soul Burning, damage 15.

Skill 3: Illusion, weapon damage reduced by 7.

These monsters might be difficult to fight in groups, but Chen Mo isn't afraid of fighting them one-on-one.

Moreover, Chen Mo has already stacked up damage through tearing, so even if the monster has a phantom form, Chen Mo can still finish it off with two sword strikes.

First, take a look at your own stats. Although your health is full at 135, your stats are not.

Chen Mo immediately activated his ultimate blood energy to fully restore his stats and also added 4 points of damage.

As for the twenty health points lost, Chen Mo planned to recover them by killing monsters.

Closer and closer, the demon pushed its cart past Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took a step back, and casually took the flaming skull off the wall, throwing it at the demon.

The demon was startled, turned its head to look in Chen Mo's direction, then put down the cart and walked towards Chen Mo.

As the distance closed, Chen Mo suddenly leaped out and stabbed his sword into the mouth.

Want to scream?

You have to be able to shout it out!

The damage from this sword strike was absolutely explosive; Wang Liang was immediately pinned down by Chen Mo.

Black flames instantly erupted from its body, and it frantically waved its arms.

It seems he still wants to use the Soul Burning skill to exchange blows with Chen Mo!

Unfortunately, its low health level wasn't enough to warrant a blood exchange with Chen Mo.

Chen Mo completely ignored its illusory form, drew his Green Dust Sword, and finished it off with a single stroke.

The flames vanished instantly, and the black figure disappeared like a wisp of air, exploding into several gold coins.

Chen Mo had just picked up the gold coins, feeling that his killing move was both efficient and swift, a true assassin's masterpiece. Then he suddenly heard roars, and more than one, which immediately attracted the other guards and the huge villagers.

Chen Mo looked up and saw two more ghosts hanging upside down above him.

His attention was focused elsewhere, so he didn't notice the monster above him.

The two demons simultaneously ignited their souls and leaped down, heading straight for Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, raised his shield to block, then stabbed one of them with his sword and kicked the other away.

asshole!

Looking ahead, the huge villagers and other guards walked briskly towards them.

Several huge villagers also picked up weapons—large saws with bits of flesh hanging from them, which required two hands to hold.

Chen Mo took a deep breath; it seemed he had no choice but to take a hard line.

Fortunately, he's also very strong when he tries to fight back.

You want to gang up on me? Here comes the greatsword transformation!

Chen Mo took the initiative and launched the first attack; he didn't want to be surrounded and "kicked around."

With a sweeping sword strike, the demons in front of him were the first to be knocked away, and the giant villagers who rushed over from behind were also grazed and forced to retreat.

Roar!

The roar carried continuous damage, and the giant villager also activated his undead form, frantically sweeping the surroundings with a saw.

They seemed to have suddenly lost their minds and started to "go berserk," not caring whether there were teammates around, just swinging and slashing, dealing maximum damage.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo stepped forward and transformed into a giant sword again.

With his current injuries, few villagers or guards could withstand more than two hits from him.

The only thing that can restrain Chen Mo now is his own health points.

Despite the continuous damage, Chen Mo also unleashed a frenzied killing spree.

After killing a group of people with two giant sword strikes, Chen Mo charged directly towards the other guards, clearly intending to clear the area completely.

For a moment, the sound of metal clashing was constant, and roars rose and fell.

Inside a prison cell, which was being scorched by flames, Old Zhang, dressed as a medieval witch, heard the noise.

He knew almost instinctively that he was saved, and he started shouting.

"Hey boss, over here! I'm here! Help!"

The closer the sounds of battle drew, the louder Old Zhang shouted.

Finally, the sounds of battle ceased.

Old Zhang started muttering to himself, "He's not dead, he's not dead. The big boss won't lose, the big boss is very strong!"

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a loud bang.

A huge figure crashed into the prison door, bending the iron cage. Then the huge figure turned into dirt, revealing Chen Mo covered in black blood.

"Boss!"

Old Zhang was so excited that tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Chen Mo then stabbed the demon that tried to jump onto his face and burn its soul with a backhand stroke, and then shook off the black blood on the sword.

The surrounding area seemed to have been completely wiped out. Chen Mo walked to the prison door, looked at Old Zhang, who was surrounded by flames and stripped naked, and frowned slightly.

"You haven't turned into a monster yet!"

Old Zhang quickly replied, "No, no. They wanted me to join them, but I refused to submit and fought back desperately, almost killing one of the guards. Then they tied me up and burned me."

"Then why aren't you dead?"

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

Old Zhang grinned and said, "Boss, you forgot? I got a 'Hold the Line' card on the second floor. As long as I don't move, I get +4 defense. Their fire damage over time only does 3, hahaha."

Chen Mo was amused to hear this; such a thing was unbelievable.

You're lucky you didn't die.

Chen Mo glanced at the lock on the cell and swung his sword at it.

What kind of key do you need?

He hates looking for keys the most.