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After pushing the elite golems into the abyss, the faction leader who stood up slowly put on his mask. The golem master Ellen stared at the mysterious members of the mysterious organization lined up in a row and made faces. He realized the meaning of these masks... Samurai class.

It is a mysterious organization that wanders around the seven kingdoms of the Eastern Continent, receiving only melee-type professionals, said to be related to the Battle of Gods, but has never been recognized. Members of the Japanese Samurai Alliance wear masks.

The masks they wore were without patterns, but if you look closely, the mask itself was made up of countless tiny fragments, and the shape of the fragments was mostly ordinary melee weapons. The more types of weapons there were on the mask, the higher the outline. The leader mask that took the initiative to stand out had three weapons, consistent with his master's identity. This is why Ellen's face changed dramatically.

Generally speaking, the larger the organization, the more powerful the people who work the same. The role of golem is insignificant in the Violet realm, but it seems a little weak in front of the warrior alliance of the seven kingdoms. "Wait, we can talk about this," Allen said hurriedly, but the master standing opposite him refused to stop. Facing ordinary masters, the elite golem is really difficult to deal with, and can be swept across for low-level professionals. But facing masters golem, which is stronger than Ellen, is just a target that requires more strikes. After three breaths, another elite golem was disintegrated by the warrior alliance master, its core was pulled out, and the warrior alliance master patted his arm and wiped the contaminated growth stones down.

"adrian, what are you waiting for! These guys won't let anyone go!" Seeing the situation in the center of the venue, Ellen immediately asked for help from the rune tower. The Hunter Guild, the Church, and the Noble Council were not well represented, except in the mud man factory, where the Rune Tower opposes the Warrior League. Adrian hesitated for a moment, but after a while he realized the danger, and as he was about to move, the motionless Crekta dodged away.

Bang! With a loud bang, Krikta jumped to the ground, her body swelled in the air, and her muscular arm grabbed him directly when Adrian cast a spell. From the moment the Golem Factory swept across other genres, Krikta quietly approached Adrian, in order to explode at this point in a short distance. But just as his arm was about to touch Adrian, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the air in front of him.

The thief master hung the dagger upside down and collided with krikta. The black and gray dagger came out like a snake, surrounding krikta's arms and stabbed his armpits. In his haste, Krikta's body appeared gray, and her skin became very strong. Although it withstood the master's bite, it did not successfully attack Adrian. Both sides failed, Krikta's expression was uncertain. What would the rogue chariot do to the god talisman? The thief king used the dagger to lead the way.

Behind him, a group of wandering guild assassins appeared from the shadows. They stood in front of the mage, wearing protective covers. "Since ancient times, the most restrained mages have been thieves, so for safety reasons, we chose to unite this time."

Master Adrian smiled, from the very beginning he noticed that the stream was approaching him quietly, and the reason for this silence was to carry out such a hidden fatal blow. The sudden attack of the thief master must have given krikta a means of survival, which would give her an advantage in the subsequent battle.

As Adrian thought, Krikta's face was very dark, and this defense ability could only be used once a day, and usually, there was danger of becoming a mutant. Without this survival skill, Krikta's fighting style must be limited. In the distance, the masked warrior's face changed, but because of his mask, others could not see his face. When the thief master shot and killed Krikta and Adrian, the master of the Weapon Alliance was furious and threw himself on one of the last two golems.

His small body has powerful power to push the golem. The huge golem was pushed back a few steps, crushing more than a dozen professionals to death along the way, looking very close to the abyss. However, the golem master who reacted quickly cast a spell, fusing the golem with the land under his feet, preventing the retreat.

Just then, jumping on the stone

The master of Ren Meng jumped up, turned over the body of the stone man, and fell behind. When it descended, its hidden muscles fluctuated like water flow. The clothes it was wearing were broken, and the bright red muscles protruded. The right leg kicked, and the master of the Warrior League broke one of the stone man's legs with a shovel, jumped up through recoil, grabbed the stone man's shoulder from behind with both hands, and the blood-red arms surged huge force and fell to the ground suddenly.

At the moment of landing, his hind legs bent forward, and his other leg, merged with the earth, was torn off. The Warrior Alliance Master hung the flying golem on his shoulder and threw it into the sour pit with one punch. The speed of change in this field was unexpected. Suddenly, the Golem Factory had only the last master class left. The Golem Master's face twitched, and he was no longer qualified to form an alliance with ruower.

"Follow me!" With an angry roar, the golem master Alan threw a gear-like miracle through the abyss, challenging gravity and acidity, and came to another rotten trap. With a roar, a stone bridge rose from the cliffs on both sides, and Alan led the golem followers into the gap and ran away as they pleased.

As he reached the other side, watching the half-eating gear, Alan's face lit up again. The loss of the artwork, Alan's adventure to the ruins, was doomed to fail, and no matter what was inside, it was not as good as the mechanical artwork closely related to him. When Alan escaped in the form of a golem, the scene changed again, with the man of the trio standing side by side with Rune Tower, an approaching siege on the Japanese Samurai Alliance.

Krita joined the ranks of the Masked Master, with many members of the Alliance standing behind him, but not as strong as the Lun Tower. Just as Adrian was about to act, Krita screamed.

In the member group, several large blood-red professionals suddenly burst out, one after another, Adrian and other responsible persons with expressionless expression on the ground, but their bodies were out of control.

On the chaotic battlefield, these blood-red giants were powerful, and although they lacked skills, their lethality was amazing. At this moment, the Alliance Knights rushed down the stone bridge. Ten minutes later, the Red Giant suddenly melted in a fierce battle, and the muscles under his skin turned into blood and water, and he suddenly shrank and died.

After this battle, all the students in schools on the battlefield suffered major losses. Not to mention the failure of the golem factory, and even Lunta, a few tough professionals suddenly appeared, hurting several students. The situation in the center of the battlefield was different, and people had different ideas. Lunta's hand looked at the disciples of other schools, with a little gloomy eyebrows. Who knows whether these people worked for the Samurai Alliance? You'd better end it all now. The old man could understand other people's thoughts and couldn't help but whispering in Ouyang Dao's ear.

"Should we do this?" Ouyang Dao shook his head and said. His ant army has not yet been in place. The master who is now activated does not have to limit his strength. He will definitely be more difficult than a few if he wants to hurt the master's mind.

"Don't worry, we will find a safe place. If we attack now, the mage of the Rune Tower may run away." The old mage thought for a while and felt that what Ouyang Dao said made sense. There was a tunnel in front and behind here, it would be best to cross the abyss. They had no way out, and then calculate whether they should do it. In order to appease the old mage, Ouyang Dao looked at the vengeful divine tower, and the great mage on his head seemed at a loss. Ouyang Dao thought for a while and lowered his voice.

"Be prepared, these wizards don't seem to want to wait any longer," said Ouyang Dao, his voice lowered to a whisper, but within the proper range, it must be possible to hear Ouyang Dao's very low voice. It's no surprise that there are wise men among the doctors. Not only are the young wizards trembling in their bodies, but they all heard Ouyang Dao's low voice. It's hard to say where the sound came from, or who it came from, but their confidence in these words surprised them, and it seems that there is a master among the hidden disciples in the school.

The young wizard looked at Adrian, and they looked at each other secretly. Don't do anything. "Okay, let's explore the ruins," Adrian said, setting the tone for the action. As for the group of people without leaders behind, the wizard looked at him calmly and then stopped talking. The meaning in this eye did not require bystanders to describe it, and the people in the school felt a chill.

Some people retreated in their hearts, such as the master of the Japanese Samurai Alliance, who is hiding

The master suddenly rebelled and exposed his identity. The remaining believers couldn't help but complain in their hearts. You are just the master of the Warrior Alliance. Why didn't you invite us to join you? Now without leaders, these believers are afraid of being shot and killed by others on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are also afraid of becoming those professional images that have just been controlled.

This mysterious magic must be hidden in the left hand of daily life. Some students in the school thought about their various pasts close to their masters every day, and couldn't help but feel emotion. I won't become those flesh-and-blood monsters and then fall into a pool of blood, right? Think about it, they finally escaped. The number is getting smaller and smaller, and some people cannot hide their peculiarities.

These include hidden killers and clowns, and as the number decreases, the relationship between this type of remaining believers becomes closer and closer. When they are numerous, they usually don't have many disguises, but when the number is sparse, they become a little strange. The murderer's personality is gloomy, the clown's personality is lively and crazy. At first glance, their appearance and dress are difficult to distinguish, but they are out of place with the rest of the school. This temperament is not developed in one day and is also not easy to hide. The young mage and Adrian looked at him, guessing who had just lowered their voices. The teacher also saw the difference between them. He poked Ouyang Dao, who was in a bad mood and pointed at them.

"Do you want to have another bet?" Ouyang Dao looked at them and smiled, but just a look made the master feel guilty, made a haha ​​sound, and even made a joke. Suddenly, Ouyang Dao's thoughts were erratic. It was given by the queen. She moved the colony to the ruins.

"Let's go, don't lose it," Ouyang thought, and then he called the master and set out, finally reaching the climax of his epic exploration of the ruins. As they walked through the abyss, their eyes swept back and forth on Ellen's mechanical miracle, semi-corrosive but equally mysterious. A few professionals' eyes flashed with greed, staring at the mechanical miracle. Several large institutions in front of them walked themselves, while a small group behind them stopped quietly, putting their hands and feet on the edge of the cliff, trying to go down to the office to destroy the miracle. Ouyang and the master scoffed at it.

We should know that the bridges that everyone enters and leaves are controlled by that magical organ. If the organ is removed, then the people who are moving forward will have no way out. Organizations like Rune Tower are ready to pass without a bridge, but other primary and secondary schools do not. Ouyang Dao and the master are not afraid of this abyss, so they naturally will not remind others of their thoughts, so they were so dull in the past, leaving a group of interests-driven professionals to start hanging their homework.

I just don't know what they will look like when they come back from the ruins. In front of me was another narrow corridor, but this time there were a few small doors where people could enter and exit on both sides. Students from different schools came in to watch. The small doors inside were intricate, each room was connected together, and each room had its own functions.

There is no rule in the construction of these rooms, and it looks like the ruins owners are randomly opened. Most notably, usually every 3 or 4 rooms are adjacent to a lounge, and the lounge is decorated the same: beds, quilts, lights, nothing else.

Looking at these messy buildings, they created the image of a hardworking and studious mage, a room that is indiscriminate, perhaps containing something valuable.

The golem staff seemed to have entered these rooms, and the outermost room was also turned upside down. Adrian coughed softly, and just as he was about to speak, everyone left in a hurry. Everyone found a small door to pass, and they didn't hear Adrian's words at all. Adrian's face was not embarrassed. He had seen it many times before, and the primary school was worried that the university would formulate exploration rules and divide the area into pieces.

You can set your own rules, but you can't hear anything when we're not here. When the crowd dispersed, Adrian paused for a while and then continued to explore the corridor with Luenventa. Adrian, a veteran heritage explorer, knew that the construction of the tunnel had to make sense, that the small houses on both sides were built so badly that the end of the tunnel was likely to be the key. The master's core laboratory might be in the deepest part of the tunnel.