This isn't a souls-like game at all.

Even a strong warrior who easily defeated a giant millipede would be unable to gain the upper hand in a battle with a demon spirit?

This evil spirit... is too terrifying!

"Master! We should go!"

The knight looked at the scene in the distance, his cheeks as pale as paper under his helmet.

"This demon's power is unimaginable. Now it's our turn!! You can't afford to sacrifice your life for a magician's tower!!"

"Damn it!" The young man gritted his teeth, feeling extremely humiliated.

It would be fine if he couldn't help, but how could he just watch his savior die?

"go!"

But now there was no hope, so it no longer hesitated and immediately jumped on the horse.

"Hurry up!" The knight also mounted his horse and drove away.

The two men left without even turning their heads.

A bunch of ignorant people, just leave and go, he has no interest in paying attention to them.

After a moment, the torrent of magic power stopped.

[Augustus] breathed slightly, and even he felt a little exhausted after continuously releasing a large amount of magic.

However, the most dangerous invader was finally eliminated.

He took a moment to catch his breath and regain his strength.

In front of him was the earth, burned into crystals by the torrent of magical power.

Not far away, white magical flames burned fiercely, almost lighting up the sky.

He put away his staff, glanced at the giant millipede that was tragically beheaded by the magic sword, and frowned slightly.

Then he looked up at the Nameless Magician's Tower and stepped forward.

Even though it's in a remote place, it's still not safe. It's time to take that thing away.

"Whoosh!!"

Suddenly, a black ball flew out from the white flames and flew straight towards Augustus.

"Uh?"

[Augustus] looked puzzled and dodged, and the black ball passed over him and fell to the ground.

"Snapped!!"

Unexpectedly, the black ball exploded as soon as it hit the ground, and a thick dark brown liquid splashed in all directions.

"?"

Augustus was not paying attention for a moment and was immediately splashed with thick liquid.

"!!!"

His figure turned into white light and suddenly disappeared from where he was.

In a flash, it appeared not far away.

Looking at the dark brown liquid on his body, he immediately rolled his eyes, half bent over, and began to retch.

What is this, why does it stink so much!!

"vomit!!!"

"I have to admit, you are indeed very strong! You are almost the strongest enemy I have encountered since I started exploring this land!"

Amidst the blazing flames, Ye Yiyi, whose clothes had all turned into crystals, walked out slowly.

He sighed deeply, tossing a round ball of dung up and down in his hand.

"So, I decided to use my strongest weapon to fight you!"

"[Augustus]!!! Take my throw!!!"

Chapter 45 [Magic Blade] and [Milky White Ring]

The prophetic demon - the tower guardian [Augustus], is indeed the strongest enemy Ye Yiyi has encountered so far!

Endless magic, excellent control of the battle situation, and solid basic skills.

If this was a real fight with real guns and swords, Ye Yiyi might not be able to defeat him.

After all, the gap in levels and stats lies here, and in the game you can rely on the enemy's stupid AI to kill them.

But it is impossible in reality because there are not so many fools.

In that case, don’t blame me for opening it!

At the same time, he also used his strongest attack method at the moment.

Throwing! !

"You piece of trash, you're relying on your high level to slaughter Xin, right? What high-wall salary king? Fine, fine! I'm throwing up! I'm throwing up!"

Ye Yiyi threw out the dung ball quickly, and the terrifying filth splashed everywhere, polluting the earth.

[Augustus] said nothing, but kept flashing and moving around the venue.

But this move was completely useless, as the dung ball exploded immediately after hitting the ground.

The filth contained therein can cover an extremely wide area.

Unless Augustus could fly, he would be splashed with shit wherever he fled.

Soon, mists in three colors, dark green, blood red, and light black, began to emerge from the crimson prophecy demon spirit.

"This is an ordinary dung ball! It can accumulate extremely toxic substances!

"This is a fecal ball from a hemophilic patient, it can accumulate blood toxins!

"This one is a dung ball from a black goat. It's not particularly toxic, but its biggest drawback is that it's incredibly smelly! It can interfere with spellcasting."

Three kinds of mist, dark green, blood red and light black, were also coming out of Ye Yiyi's head. He was holding a dung ball in his hand and explaining poop science to Augustus.

The tower guard tried to raise his staff to cast a spell several times, but as soon as he picked up the staff, the extremely foul smell of black goat dung rushed into his nostrils.

He rolled his eyes several times in succession, the strong smell almost turning his brain into a mess.

The light of the staff in his hand flickered slightly, and finally dimmed.

He was so stinky that he couldn't cast any spells.

It was so horribly smelly that he could hardly breathe.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Augustus was furious!

How can a dignified magician be defeated by a cheap bastard who can only throw shit?

He threw down his staff, picked up the exquisite long sword that he had never used, and in a flash appeared in front of Ye Yiyi and chopped him hard.

Ye Yiyi smiled, without dodging or evading, allowing the long sword to chop on his shoulder.

His body sank slightly, and the magician actually still had some strength, comparable to an ordinary Eagle-wing Knight.

But that was the end of it, the long sword's slash failed to cause any harm to Ye Yiyi.

"It seems that you are also a magician with extreme intelligence points."

He stood up straight and smiled at Augustus, who looked incredulous.

"You're so brave! You actually dare to confront me head-on? Aren't you afraid of death?"

[Augustus]'s expression froze, and he suddenly remembered that this was a ruthless man who could kill a giant millipede with a crushing force.

He flashed out suddenly, and just as he appeared in the distance, a dung ball exploded under his feet.

The special flavor feces produced in Linhe Village splashed all over Augustus' face.

His expression froze, and he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"shit!?"

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

Ye Yiyi held her stomach and almost laughed madly.

“Very fresh and delicious, isn’t it?”

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!! I’ll kill you!!!”

The previously unfathomable mage's demeanor was now completely gone. The tower guard let out a terrifying roar, and the string that symbolized sanity in his brain completely broke!

Augustus' defense was broken, completely broken!!

As a noble magician, he has to use silk to wipe his poop and has a beautiful maid to help him pee.

When had he ever fought such a dirty battle against such a crude enemy?

"You filthy bastard, a twisted maggot in a cesspool! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

He spoke for the first time, then raised his sword high and rushed towards Ye Yiyi like a madman.

At this moment, he was so angry that he forgot all about magic and fighting skills.

He's going to kill this bastard!!

Then put the dung ball into his mouth with your own hands!!

"die!!!"

The magician lost his mind and slashed with his sword.

Ye Yiyi smiled, dodged the long sword's attack, flashed behind Augustus, and took out the long sword with his backhand.

Then he stabbed the tower defender hard in the back.

"Well……"

[Augustus] opened his eyes wide, and the severe pain finally brought him back to his senses.

He looked down, reached out and grasped the long sword that pierced his heart, and the feeling of his heartbeat coming from the sword gradually weakened.

He knelt weakly on the ground, his life was in countdown, and he couldn't even speak.

"You are a formidable opponent." Ye Yiyi said, "It's a pity that you are a prophetic demon spirit infected by the stagnant prophecy."

"Bastard!" The tower guard gritted his teeth.

"Don't worry, once I find your true form, I'll scatter your ashes!"

Ye Yiyi grinned fiercely, drew out the Eagle Wing Knight's straight sword, and then slashed heavily from left to right.

A crimson head flew out.

Augustus still had some remaining consciousness, and through his eyes he saw Ye Yiyi stretch out his finger and point at the ground with disdain.

This finger of ridicule and contempt was like a nightmare, deeply engraved in his mind.

The headless spirit fell heavily to the ground and turned into a deep red light and dissipated.

The prophetic demon spirit——the tower keeper [Augustus] is dead!

Soul Echo +5500

Current Soul Echoes: 12+990+5500=6502

Soul Echoes Required for Upgrade: 2600

【Eagle Wing Assault】Proficiency (4/30) improved!

[Poison Sting Ring] Proficiency (10/20) improved!

"A full 5000 basic soul echoes, the Prophecy Demon Spirit is indeed powerful!!"

Ye Yiyi retracted his sword, glanced at the light curtain, and then summarized the battle.

"[Augustus] wields a variety of magic with ease, and his control of the rhythm of battle is also extremely skillful.