The necromancer reacted and roared.

The black swordsmen on the bridge behind were throwing away the extinguished torches in their hands, raising their swords high, and running wildly in this direction. But Fang Plover raised his hand horizontally and lightly held his metal glove - the black swordsmen stepped onto the wooden platform.

At the moment of crossing the bridge, the TS-1 lurkers ambush below activated at the same time.

Several gravity traps were exerted on the undead guards at the same time. The wooden bridge suddenly collapsed, and the four undead guards fell into the deep stream below at the same time.

The guard swordsmen, musketeers and archers who had been ambushing there were immediately covered with a round of attacks. Coupled with the spell of the priestess behind, a black swordsman was almost immediately beaten to pieces.

Theoretically speaking, the gravity trap will last for two or three rounds, which is enough time for a few people to finish off the Black Swordsman.

But at this moment, the 'messenger' suddenly thrust his staff into the ground, and Ruth, who had been ordered to step forward by Fang Plover, was grabbed tightly by a huge bone claw extending from the ground.

Probably to save her companions, and because the necromancer was obviously at the end of his fight, the priestess became bolder. With a crisp prayer, a beam of light focused on her staff, and she

He took the lead in launching an attack, shooting a light arrow at the 'messenger'.

Light Arrow is the most powerful attack spell for Mirela priests below level 20, especially for undead and dark creatures. But this lady is a little too courageous, completely forgetting the relationship between herself and the other party.

level differences between.

Sure enough, before the light arrow hit the 'messenger', it turned into a black flame in mid-air.

"Ah!" Miss Priest was shocked. She didn't expect that her spell would be countered.

The 'Messenger' laughed ferociously. There was indeed an ambush under the wooden bridge. He had previously attracted attention to the fragment and was completely unaware of it. Unfortunately, these people were too weak. He waved his staff again.

, the priestess immediately screamed and flew backwards and fell back into the tunnel.

The swordsmen and musketeers of the guard who were attacking the black swordsmen were startled, and were about to turn around and go to the rescue.

But at this moment, Fang Plover shouted: "Don't go there."

The two were slightly startled, but a long arrow had passed over them and hit the priestess's shoulder. The latter grunted and fell to the ground, but stretched out her hands straight and let out a roar.

The swordsmen and musketeers of the guard were shocked when they saw this, only to find that the priestess's face had suddenly become ferocious, as if she didn't recognize any of her relatives.

"It's a mind control technique," the archer put down the bow in his hand and said calmly: "Find a way to control her."

Only then did Fang Plover turn around.

The guy in front of me looked like he was about to die from his injuries, but with the little fighting power he had left, he was still able to fight these people back and forth.

After all, he is a genuine level 25 boss——

And he knew that the other party must have a trump card, and the strength that the other party showed now was only the level that a necromancer of this level should have.

"Don't give him a chance to cast a spell."

"The more powerful the spell, the more time it takes to prepare."

Miss Tata's voice came from the darkness.

Fang Plover turned around and saw no trace of Miss Fairy and Lady Cat.

And in the darkness, he vaguely saw the reflection of Miss Naturalist's silver magic book. Ji Ta was there - she must have entered the prepared position.

Only then did Fang Plover turn around.

"How dare you be distracted?" The 'Messenger' had already found the face in the memory at this moment. He finally remembered where he had seen the other person, and all the old and new hatreds came to his mind: "Dollifen"

It just so happens that we can settle our accounts here."

His pale right hand formed a hook, and he grabbed Fang Plover with one claw.

But Fang Yu just looked at him.

At the same time, he showed his left hand that had been hidden behind his back.

The five fingers were pressed together, and the metal gloves shone with a cold light in the darkness.

The prison of bones had not yet been formed, and there was only a flash of silver light, like a dividing line from top to bottom in the darkness. The 'messenger' felt a chill in his heart, and had to give up the spell in his hand and ducked sideways.

The slender girl in the construct seemed to flash out of thin air, passing behind him silently, and the thin flat sword blade slashed past the shield.

A light blue shield damage number popped up in Fang Plover's field of vision.

The 'Messenger' snorted and turned around, only to be surprised to find that the opponent could actually control the flexible structure with both his left and right hands. After the Angel of Power struck with a blow, the force field ring constrained it to dodge backwards and land lightly.

The former raised the skull staff and was about to counterattack, but found that the angel was split into three as soon as it hit the ground.

Three identical angels stood in the darkness, like mirror images of each other.

Then Fang Yu's soft voice came: "Guess who is me?"

He raised his right hand and adjusted his glove.

Two identical figures of him appeared next to him.

The 'Messenger' took a deep breath, not expecting that he would be teased by a junior. He closed his eyes, opened them again, roared, raised his staff, and shot a black light towards Fang Plover.

But the three square plovers didn't move at all. The black light penetrated one of his bodies, and the shadow swayed for a moment, but was unscathed. Then the three people staggered their positions and stood in front of the 'messenger' again.

Fang Yu looked at him calmly, as if he didn't care about the other party's attack at all: "Do you want to test my reaction so that you can find out who is the real person?"

"It doesn't matter, let's see who has more chances."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them raised their right hands in the same movement and slashed to the left.

Behind the 'Messenger', three capable angels rushed towards him at the same time. The 'Messenger''s eyelids were lowered and he was not moved by Fang Plover's words - obviously the previous anger was just an act by him, he just kept it silently in his heart.

The plover below was in the previous position, and at the same time, he subconsciously dodged sideways once, and then raised the staff indifferently to cast the spell again.

His judgment was wrong again, and he turned sideways to get out of the way of a phantom, but the real capable angel still slashed at his shield with a sword.

Another light blue number.

The black shield was obviously much darker.

However, his spell was still completed, and a black light passed through the phantom of another square plover. Ruth, who was in the bone prison not far away, was watching this scene with wide eyes——

He discovered that the 'Messenger' had attacked twice and hit different phantoms, but Fang Plover had obviously switched places.

Is it a coincidence? Or did the necromancer really memorize the order of exchange?

Fang Plover's expression remained unchanged, and he began to control another group of capable angels with his left hand.

The 'Messenger' rolled sideways, and this time he successfully dodged the attack of the capable angel, but the spell he cast towards Fang Plover when he stood up was also avoided by Fang Plover. In the dark and narrow space, there were two spells between the two of them.

Fighting, passing each other.

This time Russ finally saw clearly that the third attack of the 'Messenger' was indeed directed towards a different mirror image——

He really remembered the order in which the other party exchanged, and even the order in which the angels exchanged.

What amazing on-the-spot memory is this?

His lips wriggled, as if he wanted to remind Fang Plover. But the undead wizard's movements were too fast. By the time he reacted, the other party had already launched a third round of attacks.

Fang Plover obviously couldn't keep up.

Russ was a little anxious and shook the bone prison hard, trying to get out to help, but the bone prison did not move at all. On the other side, the black swordsman and the rebellious priestess also entangled the hands and feet of others.

The third fight.

The second Archangel and its clone finally arrived. Since this was the first time for this group to attack, the 'messenger' was unable to dodge and was slashed on the shield with a sword.

The active shield shook for a while and was almost on the verge of breaking.

Of course, if he was in good condition, it would be impossible for Fang Plover and the two Angels to break through his shield. However, after suffering an almost zero-range explosion from the 'Fire Claw Swordsman', he could not protect himself.

The shield itself is already the end of the line.

But enough is enough.

The 'Messenger' gritted his teeth and thought, while the skeleton staff in his hand shot out black light - the last of the three phantoms can only be the real body anyway.

"I caught you!" He laughed ferociously.

But the smile suddenly solidified on his face again.

Because he clearly saw that this inevitable blow penetrated Fang Plover's phantom and disappeared into the darkness in the distance. But the young man in front of him was unscathed and even tilted his head and smiled at him.

"Did you guess right?"

In the cave.

Six powerful angels, three square plovers, and six phantoms.

But Fang Yu only shook the metal glove slightly at him: "But I never said that there are only so many phantoms, right?"

It is a very unwise behavior for combat craftsmen to approach the enemy at close range.

Alarm bells were ringing in the 'Messenger''s head, and he suddenly realized what kind of evil trick he had fallen into - he suddenly clenched the skull staff in his hand and turned to a direction in the darkness.

There was a scream, and a flying claw roared from that direction, hitting the shield right before he could react.

There was a ‘click’ sound.

The black shield finally shattered.

Then he heard a low and powerful command: "Angel of Power, attack—!"
Chapter completed!