Chapter 198

"Who will win?"

In the clean white cloister, the walls are decorated with black-and-white rose patterns. Relying on the stone pillars, modrian quietly looks at the trefari soldiers and shadow flow disciples trapped in the battle vortex not far away.

The deep and diffuse black waves rush, and the scarlet spray waves, sometimes mixed with the flash of the shadow blade.

Facing modrian's inquiry, vosmann kept silent, but he had already held sharp in his hand, and the red life energy surged in his body.

Horace is the same. After realizing that they have been pulled into the shadow world, he knows that the current things have nothing to do with him and are far from what he can participate in, so silence is the best choice.

But the slightly rotating eyes exposed his inner thoughts, expectations, excitement and uneasiness about his environment. The complex emotions crossed and finally turned into a still water.

"The victory will belong to Valoran!" dreus withdrew his gaze. He knew the strength of trefari's soldiers. The shadow monster in front of him was only a temporary obstacle, not to mention the assistance of shadow flow disciples.

Yingliu once caused a lot of trouble to the noxas Empire when invading Ionia. It was a group of cold and ruthless, but bloodthirsty killing machines.

At this time, the brave shadows seemed to find their existence, and the monsters in the shadow world turned their direction one after another.

The desire for destruction filled their eyes, the killing given in the soul drowned everything, the roar sounded, and the dense pace corroded the black and white marble.

When the attack comes, death comes!

Prick!

[shadow mystery! Ghost chop]

Countless sharp blades suddenly appear in the nothingness. In an instant, they chop up all the shadows rushing to the white corridor, and the attached shadows annihilate all the weak who want to resist.

"Lord!" the robber's figure appeared from the intersection of black and white. The red eyes under the visor were better than in the past, revealing a touch of madness.

Modrian heard that there seemed to be an inexplicable change in his reputation to the master of the shadow stream at the moment. He couldn't see and feel it clearly, but he could intuitively feel the difference.

"What happened? How did the other party pull us into the shadow."

"Sacrifice!" robber said concisely. Recalling the scenes he had seen before, he was still a little shocked. A group of people died in the same way, posed in the same posture, committed suicide in the same way, and even the bleeding position was almost similar.

"Take the fresh life of believers as the source and connect the shadow boundary to this narrow area."

"Do they dare to sacrifice the living?" modrian was surprised. This is the king capital of stoke Kingdom, Limon Tanlu, and the stronghold of many aristocratic forces.

"But it's also an interesting thing to use the shadow boundary to shield the external information and their hidden breath."

"Now let them know who is the hunter and who is the prey!"

Modrian looked at the fierce battle field. His white face was covered with a cold smile. Trefari's soldiers had the upper hand. Even if the number of shadows remained at a certain level, they could not stop the killing charge of Knox.

In addition, the disciples of shadow flow cooperate with the soldiers of trefari's Legion to chisel through the so-called formation gathered by the shadows, kill repeatedly, and set off endless waves in the black waves.

Buzz!

The subtle air trembling sounded suddenly in the black-and-white courtyard, causing the walls, columns and broken flowers planted in the garden to tremble inexplicably.

"There seems to be an accident?" modrian tilted his head and looked into the abyss of the courtyard, where black and white were full-bodied, strange energy fluctuations were spreading, and an uncomfortable smell overflowed in the air.

Familiar feeling, the breath of the abyss!?

Modrian shook his head. The breath of the abyss was not so weak, so it should be a monster living in the abyss, or a calling ceremony.

Click!

With the first crisp Sonata, the next moment, countless "clicks" sound, like piano music, can't stop jumping out of the harsh music. The black and white colors in the boundary of the shadow are active for a moment, and seem to be closer to the main world.

Shadow spider!

A group of lowly creatures living in the shadow world driven by madness and distortion. They look like spiders, with dark and hard shells covering their legs and back, and have good defense. If you despise them because of their weak strength, you will try real despair, which comes from an infinite number of engulfments.

Modrian looked dignified. Countless dark shadow magic spiders were reflected in his brown pupils, with more than hissing. His forward steps tore up all obstacles, with a breath of shadow destruction.

The scarlet life energy surged in his body, and there was a faint red halo under his feet. The crown woven by thorns hung on the top of the sword, and the scarlet ears of wheat represented glory.

The trefari soldiers in the distance consciously approached here, lined up in a defensive formation, alternating weapons in their hands, and standing in front of them with hard shields. (Valoran leader provides complete and excellent weapons and armor reserves for the Legion soldiers on this trip.)

Without command, the robbed figure disappeared in place, including the shadow flow disciples who had wandered in the shadow wave before, and also lost their trace one after another, leaving bursts of subtle shadow energy fluctuations.

The performance of robbery is somewhat abnormal. In fact, he himself knows the current state and the art of taboo: the power of the shadow seems to have a faint excitement due to the changes in front of him. This is almost a few things. For example, he once came into contact with the power of the shadow for the first time. In the tomb hidden by the balanced sect, the power of the shadow washes his soul.

"There are no taboos in Ninja!"

"What I pursue is more powerful shadow power, including all!"

The wave of black flame set off again. This time, not only the shadow, but also the group of shadow magic spiders with red eyes. The brilliance of black and white was annihilated and reborn in the chaos, strange and terrible.

"Rest in peace, weak!"

"The strong, slaughter!"

WOW!

The thunder like chain roared in black and white. Dreus stepped forward, and the black cutter clenched in his right hand shook fiercely, tearing the air and making a harsh friction sound, leaving a clear trace.

[kill all sides]!

In the next moment, the extremely bright flower of death blooms in the shadow world, bringing the strange beauty of crazy killing to this black-and-white area.

The number of shadow magic spiders? A dark hard shell? Everything is broken into the air under the sharp axe blade of the black cutter.

The remaining shadow magic spiders driven by the shadow suddenly stopped under the cold breath, and the low and timid roar sounded silently, trembling like a poor bug, including those shadows.

Dreus' terror is evident at this moment!

But there are always accidents. Modrian frowned slightly, turned to look behind the dark shadow magic spider, and looked at the deep shadow still shrouded in the power of black and white. There was a slightly heavy repressive power slowly emerging.