The Devil Inside

Han Solo dodged sideways, without pressure.

"Fire arrows!"

The archers on the wall loosened their grip, the bowstrings vibrated, and black-feathered arrows flew through the air with a terrifying sound.

Han Solo made a circular motion to stir the air currents, easily blowing away the incoming arrows. He then dodged the blow from the stick and observed the movements of the others.

Adrian was unusually calm.

The same is true of his lackeys.

They laughed for no reason, as if they had seen a very funny trick. This awkward laughter, which was born out of flattery and clownish behavior to attract attention, was instinctively disgusting.

Adrian smoked a cigarette, and also...

In high spirits.

Han Solo believes that they have no idea what they are about to face.

He decided to increase the intensity.

He kicked the Barrel Knight in the chest.

The force was so great that it dented the plate armor. The Iron Barrel Knight took two steps back and looked up in disbelief.

Then--

"The Tree World Arrives".

The emerald green mana blew through the deserted courtyard like a spring breeze.

The already lush weeds in the yard grew wildly, gradually becoming more than a person tall. More than ten trees sprouted out of the soil, sprouted branches and leaves, and in just a few breaths grew into towering trees, casting a large shadow.

Adrian frowned.

He didn't understand what Han Solo wanted to do. Did he think that archers were too troublesome, so he created a forest to limit the damage caused by arrows?

Nice strategy, a little clever.

There was a strange feeling on the upper of the shoe.

Adrian looked down and saw the lush green moss spreading, crawling all over his feet and covering the entire courtyard.

Did you notice his gaze?

The moss lying on my feet suddenly "raised its head" and laughed: "Hehe..."

Adrian was suddenly shocked!

Looking around again, there was moss everywhere, on the walls, on the tree bark, and on the soil. It seemed that it was all summoned by Han Solo.

What is he doing?

Adrian looked up, his eyes past the towering trees and locked onto Han Solo.

Han Solo flicked his finger, striking the black ring on his thumb.

A bright red rune lit up on the surface of the magic ring, and a cone of flame gushed out, spraying in all directions as the arm swung, instantly igniting the "greasy moss". In just a blink of an eye, the sky-high fire devoured everything!

This attack was extraordinary.

Mosses with simple self-awareness understand the spirit. They have already spread all over the courtyard and secrete oil to the maximum extent.

The moment the fire started, it spread to every piece of moss. The greasy moss was not a dead thing.

"Hehehe!"

"Wow haha!"

The flames burned their bodies, and the moss gathered together into a human shape. Finally, the man stood up, carrying burnt smoke and raging flames, and rushed towards Adrian's men, hugging them with wild laughter and screaming.

The scene was too horrifying.

The entire courtyard had turned into a lava hell. The surging heat burned eighteen archers to death in an instant. The four level three strong men guarding the door screamed and wailed, and turned into charcoal in an instant.

As for the Barrel Knight, his armor is now his torture instrument, his coffin.

"Wow--!"

Adrian's hair was ignited in an instant, and the extreme heat burned his respiratory tract in an instant as he breathed in panic.

In the sky and on the earth.

left side, right side.

There were ferocious flames everywhere. Adrian wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to go.

"Master Adrian!"

The caster attacked brazenly.

His magical power exploded, creating a vacuum zone in the sea of fire, repelling the heat and smoke and protecting the area around Adrian.

The cursed tool on Adrian took effect, calming his mind and healing his injuries.

After a few deep breaths, he calmed down.

Han Solo, a madman!

His madness is beyond imagination. He is a complete barefoot scoundrel. He uses such a trick because he knows he will die for sure and wants to drag everyone to hell!

All the people brought were engulfed in flames.

Those with less ability have been turned into charcoal, those with means are still struggling, and only two spellcasters are unharmed and are guarding him.

Adrian looked up and looked at Han Solo.

There's no one there anymore.

He was knocked down by his own flames and turned into a charred corpse.

Adrian was extremely angry, and there were flames all around him. He said, "Find a way to put out the fire!"

"Yes."

A spellcaster mobilized his magic power, activated the seal, and created a wind hole ten meters above the courtyard.

Pulled by the violent airflow, the blazing fire split into several bright red streams of fire, winding towards the wind cave.

A few breaths later, a huge fireball with a diameter of more than eight meters appeared out of nowhere, hanging in the blue sky like the sun. Everyone in the outer city area could see this spectacle as long as they looked up.

Immediately—

"Wow!"

After the fireball was formed, the caster was thinking about what to do with it.

The energy gathered there is too intense, and if it is randomly detonated, it may escalate the situation;

But if we just maintain it and wait for it to disappear naturally, not only will it take a long time, but everyone in the city will be able to see it as soon as they look up, which will also cause widespread discussion.

Can neither advance nor retreat.

Before the caster could think clearly, he was suddenly hit hard in the heart!

He lowered his head and saw a silver-white sword blade piercing through his chest. Someone attacked him from behind and pierced his heart.

He suddenly lost his strength and could no longer maintain the spell.

The wind hole collapsed and a huge fireball exploded. The sky and the earth darkened and flames spread in all directions like a rainstorm.

Adrian and the other spellcaster heard screams, but the sound of the fireball exploding above their heads was even louder.

They ignored everything else and looked up again—

A sword flashed by.

A strong wind blew on his face, and Adrian came to his senses, just in time to see a human head flying past him.

Blood gushed out, spurting more than a meter high and falling on his body, burning hot.

He turned around and saw that the spellcaster beside him had become a headless corpse. He stood still for a moment and then fell to the ground with a bang.

When he looked again, the caster of the Wind Hole spell had already died, lying face down in a pool of his own blood.

"I'll fight you! Aaaaaaaaaa!"

Han Solo is holding the Wuna sword and reaping lives.

Adrian's confidants were of mixed quality, including several minor experts. The sudden fire was powerful, but it could not kill them.

But under such a big fire, who can remain unscathed except those who have the talent of a spellcaster, can use magic power to fight, and can create a barrier to isolate the light, heat, and smoke?

To some extent, I have definitely been affected.

There was no place to hide in the courtyard licked by the fire. Han Solo was ruthless and searched and killed them one by one.

The sword pierced his heart when he was dying, and he still had strength left to kill him. In less than a minute, Adrian was left alone, and his numerical advantage was gone.

Adrien needed to admit, he was starting to panic.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and took out a box of firewood.

There were still embers on the ground in the courtyard, wisps of white smoke were coming out, and the air was hot and pungent. Adrian was no longer interested. He shook his head, threw away the match, broke the cigarette, and looked at Han Solo who was walking towards him: "Han Solo, we can talk."

Han Solo responded by stabbing him in the chest with his sword.

Chapter 48 #048 Involuntary Death

"rude!"

Adrian drew his sword and blocked Han Solo's continuous attack.

After more than ten confrontations, no one gained the upper hand.

Han Solo was a little surprised. He thought Adrian was a fool, but his swordsmanship was pretty good and he had obviously worked hard.

His armor is also excellent.

Every time he swung the sword, runes would flash on the black armor, increasing the power of the attack.

This is obviously a piece of "magic armor" and in the game, it is at least purple quality.

the other side.

Adrian was shocked!

The sword in his hand is a famous sword, with a black hilt and a black blade. Every time the sword collides with the opponent's, it will bring a shock to the opponent's soul. The shock will continue to accumulate until it produces fear and awe.

Hence the name "Deep Fear".

However, Han Solo's one-handed sword is no ordinary item.

The spell on the black sword could not be transmitted, and the mental shock was shattered by the sharpness of the Wu Na sword as soon as it was formed.

After discovering this, Adrian became increasingly uneasy.

In the field of vision, Han Solo attacked again with a familiar starting move, which was a classic sword technique that had been passed down for thousands of years and that most swordsmen would learn.

Of course Adrian had learned it and practiced it very well.

The first attack was a horizontal blocking with the sword, which he successfully defended; then he moved sideways to deflect the sword and counterattacked.

After practicing it countless times, the brain and body have long been accustomed to it.

Adrian didn't think too much. He just turned sideways and lowered his waist naturally, ready to push away Han Solo's blade and then counterattack.

only……

The sound of breaking air ringing in my ears is too heavy!

That was no longer the sound of a sword, it was like a heavy hammer hitting something.

Adrian was slightly startled, and suddenly found that Han Solo's body was glowing with a strange light, and he seemed to have used some skill -

"Original Soul"!

Multiply your power until your next attack.

Han Solo made a simple layout, and after seeing that Adrian had some skills but not much, he chose the most common and most frequently trained classic sword attack.

As expected.

The things most easily lost are common things.

The people who are most easily neglected are those who are close to us.