Chapter 454

After dealing with the green men, kukas returned to the center of the plane battlefield again. Here, through mission intelligence, he has found the trace of the scarlet queen and the female doctor who followed her.

Beside a plane transmission altar, a plane mercenary kept entering. He didn't wait much time. It was his turn.

"Go to that side?" several casters above the eighth level maintained the altar. They just wore simple gray robes without any power and rank marks.

"El Suwei plane, a seven order plane." kukas opened his mouth and said the plane where the female doctor was.

"But it's the evil plane. Are you sure where to go? Knight, I have to remind you that that plane is the evil plane in the endless void and the place where all alliances exile prisoners. After entering there, you can't leave again, because there are no items that can build a transfer altar, and the rules there are special, even if you build a place The surface transport altar can't use them either. I suggest you think it over. Of course, the horizontal transport scroll and other things can't be used. "A caster said coldly: "If you want to get out of there, you can only get the special amnesty in that face: a divine personality and hold it for three years. Even if you leave, you can leave alone."

"Yes, I'm sure." kukas agreed immediately without any hesitation. He has 13 plane props. As long as he wants to come back, he can forcibly return from there as long as he spends a lot of plane origin. He can even let others kill himself and resurrect from the plane origin.

The caster didn't say much, then he motioned kukas to step on the altar for transmission. After he stepped on the altar, these casters carried out extremely cumbersome manipulation before transmitting him. Of course, kukas paid a lot of materials as a reward before leaving.

Earl Suwei's plane is an evil plane in the endless void. Because of the special rules of this plane, countless huge alliances regard this plane as a prison, and many members who are hostile to them are put into it. If there is no special opportunity, those who enter it will never think of it.

In the endless desert, a team composed of camels is moving forward alone. Their goal is an oasis hundreds of miles away, where they can sell their goods and obtain a lot of money and materials.

The team stretches for three or five miles. Some professionals in simple leather armor either walk or ride white haired camels, which are unique in the desert, cruising around the team to guard against thieves.

The lurks in the front of the caravan found a lonely adventurer. The adventurer was tall and wrapped in a gray black cloak. He could not see his face, but the horse under his crotch was very unique. A white bone war horse with green flames on its limbs.

"Skeleton Knight?" the body of a lurker suddenly disappeared into the air. After a few breaths, he appeared in front of the knight who rushed forward thousands of meters away: "who are you? A thief or an adventurer? Or the unlucky guy who has just come to this world?"

The figure of the lurk passed to the knight in all directions in the air, but he didn't dare to reveal his shape and position, and was ready to hunt and kill the lonely knight in front of him at any time. In the eyes of the lurk, it was either the unlucky guy who had just been thrown in or the Scouts of the thieves who appeared alone in the desert.

"You can call me the ghost cry knight." The figure on the skeleton war horse chuckled strangely. In his strange laughter, the hat covering the wind and sand on his head was removed by him, revealing a scarred face and a bald brain bag. The scarred bald man turned his head and looked at the air more than 30 steps ahead, grinning strangely, which made the lurk's heart burst out.

The body moved quickly, and instantly separated from the gaze of the bald evil man in front of him.

"What do you do?" the lurker burst into a cold sweat, because the place where the bald Knight looked at just now was the place where he was invisible. At the thought that the knight in front of him could find himself in such a short time, his deep fear spread uncontrollably.

"I don't have any interest in you." the bald Knight grinned strangely, and several bright teeth showed up, which made the lurk feel the hair in his heart. It was as if what the knight showed was not the teeth of human beings, but the teeth of wild beasts running across the evil world.

When the bareheaded Knight said this, he urged the white bone war horse to run quickly. When the war horse ran, bursts of sobbing sounded from the tail of the war horse. Under the attack of the sobbing sound, the lurk only felt that his fighting space was violently rolling up, and his body hidden in the virtual air was involuntarily exposed.

However, when he recovered, he found that the bald knight had met the team behind him. Several lurks rushed at the knight from all directions, and the short knives hidden in the void vibrated. If they cut the knight, even if they only tore his skin, these lurks could kill each other. Because their short knives were smeared with this evil bit A unique poison in the face. This poison is very strange. After being contaminated with blood, it will instantly emit strange fluctuations at an abnormal speed, which will constantly impact the power source of the injured professional. Under the impact of that strange power, even if he once was a high-level professional, he will make mistakes because of the impact of the source.

"Be careful," shouted the lurk who spoke to the bald knight, reminding his companions to be careful. However, his words were too slow. When he shouted, several lurks had crossed a distance of nearly kilometers and instantly appeared next to the knight using secret methods.

The sobbing did not shake the lurks out of the void. The shouting lurk was relieved: "Damn it, I'm going to kill you." he cursed the knight in his heart, then weakened his body and was ready to urge the secret method to rush over and put a knife on the knight's head. "A knife I let that brain splash, let you die completely, let you know the power of our lurks."

Just at the moment when he had just emptied, the bald knight in front suddenly roared. His already very tall body soared by three or five inches. Two palm palms the size of a PU fan waved in the air. It seemed messy, but they beat in the surrounding air in a very orderly way.

Every time the palm of the size of the Pu fan was waved, there was a dull sound in the air. With the dull sound, pieces of blood appeared in the air. Then we saw a broken body flying backwards and hitting the yellow sand. The yellow sand burst and buried the broken meat in an instant. When the wind blew, the yellow sand moved, but there was no trace of burial.

The lurk was stunned. He didn't expect that the bald knight was so powerful that he found the footprints of the lurks in an instant. Panic, uneasiness, anger, all kinds of emotions rushed out of his mind for a moment. When he woke up to the fact that he could not provoke the bald knight, he had rushed to the other side involuntarily.

He quickly changed his position in the air, holding two short knives in his hands. At the same time, he also saw a soldier rushing from his team. The soldier he knew was a seventh order soldier. It is said that he was once a great plane mercenary. Later, he offended the great power and was imprisoned by the people of that power to this evil and desolate plane.

"The seventh order warrior is not what the sixth order knight can resist." the fear in the lurk's heart was forcibly pressed down by him, waved a short knife in his hand, and pierced the head and spine of the bald knight in front of him. "Just prick a little flesh, just a little."

The dagger penetrated the bald Knight's cloak, and the fighting spirit hidden on the dagger swarmed out, turned into two strange short spikes and pierced the bald Knight's head and spine. He is confident to let his fighting spirit tear each other's muscles, and then madly destroy each other's organs, because his two short spikes are quenched by his secret method. Once the short spikes are produced, it will cost him two-thirds of his fighting spirit at one time.

The short spike formed by fighting spirit was like two steel needles, which hit the bald Knight's big head and spine. After the fighting spirit hit the body, it broke instantly, like the first-order fighting spirit crashed on the hard obsidian.

"Why?" the lurk didn't have much time to think, because he found that when his fighting spirit collapsed, he didn't know when he had a big hand in his head. The big hand grabbed his head like five steel bars. "My head is so small!"

The lurk was at a loss, but his hands instinctively waved a short knife and staggered left and right to cut the thick arm. Such a close distance, coupled with his professional skills, two short knives instantly cut on the thick and inhuman arm.

"Success." the lurker raised his mouth slightly and smiled. However, the jingle made him wake up in an instant. Looking intently, I saw that the robe on the arm was broken, not to mention the wound on the exposed arm, and even the marks cut by two short knives were not left.

"I said, I'm really not interested in you." a fierce voice rang in my ear.