Blasphemy!

As the name suggests, it means blasphemy. This is a special power of the evil camp. It is the oldest blasphemous word. As long as it is powerful and evil, and it has the ability to automatically comprehend the existence of divinity.

For example, the Balor of the Bottomless Abyss can cast blasphemous words at will.

Otherwise, some evil beings on the Material Plane want to master this powerful evil force, they must go through a wicked sacrifice ritual, and then perform a depraved blasphemy ritual in the ritual.

The whole process of the ritual will change the method of ritual sacrifice according to the evil gods sacrificed.

If the object of sacrifice is a demon, it is likely to be a **** killing ritual. If it's the devil, it's probably some kind of terrifying subversive conspiracy.

Of course, there are many choices for the objects of this ritual sacrifice, as evil beings in the Abyss and Baator, or demon lords can bestow this ability.

For example, the succubus queen of the bottomless abyss, it should be the easiest to please his sacrifice ritual, because he is the devil in charge of lust, depravity and ethics, and some forbidden pleasure rituals are easy to please him and get rewards for it.

But the 'blasphemous words' given by demons, devils, and evil gods all come at a price.

Although it can strengthen its own power, it is also equivalent to falling into their control.

Thorne looked at the comatose war troll with a relaxed expression.

"Blame of God" has the ability to die instantly, and all the souls of the creatures killed will be harvested by the evil beings that endow the black-robed woman with the ability of "blasphemy".

Obviously, the black-robed woman didn't kill the war troll, she just let him pass out.

As a fusion of the life essence of the Balor Fire Lord, Thorne knows nothing more than the bottomless abyss of the lower planes and the demons of the demons' mortal enemy Baator.

"Evil drives out the light, demons dominate the world, time is stagnant due to darkness, redemption is interrupted by chaos, come back, the forbidden light floating in this world, gather your strength, expel the creatures in front of you, break!"

This is the "blasphemous language" read from the mouth of the black-robed woman. Although the other party murmured the most ancient devil's language, Thorne heard the true meaning of the devil's language.

It can be seen from this that this black-robed woman absolutely made a deal with some evil existence in the bottomless abyss in order to gain powerful power.

As for the price she paid, it was nothing more than that the soul after death would return to the bottomless abyss and be driven by this evil existence forever.

In Horn Town, there was once an ogre player who made a deal with the devil in the Hell of Bato. In the power he got from the devil, in addition to growing a second head, he also had the ability to summon the devil.

Even if the two-headed ogre player is killed by the goblin wizard Malvasia, he will definitely come back to destroy Horn Town and flatten the entire emerald field before he dies.

In fact, his ruthless remarks are not unreasonable, if they are carefully scrutinized, there is still a certain basis.

Because he made a deal with the devil, it means that after his death, his own soul will definitely return to the Hell of Baator and become a weak devil.

If he can continue to grow and restore his memory, it might be possible to fulfill his dying wish and come to the Emerald Wilderness again as a devil.

Thorne glanced at the tiger man Cyru carrying the unconscious war troll back like a dead pig, and realized that it was time for him to play.

So he no longer hesitated, and walked directly towards the center of the field surrounded by a large circle.

To be honest, he is not absolutely sure of the power of "blasphemous words", which means that facing this black-robed woman, he has no idea.

It is a pity that he is not from the evil camp, otherwise he would be directly immune to this ability.

Of course, for him, he will never fall into the evil camp.

The black-robed woman looked at the half-elf ranger who came slowly, and in a trance, a palpitation flashed in her heart for no reason. This feeling was like the first time she traded with some kind of evil existence.

However, she didn't pay much attention to this fleeting feeling, thinking it was just an illusion.

Could it be that the other party can still be a deeply hidden demon lord?

For her naive thoughts, the black-robed woman couldn't help but evoke a faint smile.

After all, she had carefully observed the opponent's duel with the Knight of the White Rose before. At best, it was a half-elf ranger with better swordsmanship. This kind of opponent was not worthy of her own action, and someone would take care of it.

Looking at the half-elf ranger who was about to arrive, the black-robed woman casually glanced at his appearance, but couldn't help but look twice before turning around and leaving.

"I have already cleaned up the enemies that made you feel thorny. Please do it yourself. I hope it won't disturb my contemplation." When the black-robed woman passed by the elf monk, she left a sentence and left.

The elf monk nodded slightly at the back of the black-robed woman, then turned and walked towards the venue.

Although the extremely special racial talent of the war troll made him feel difficult, it did not mean that he could not defeat him.

This is a ranger who has practiced superb swordsmanship in the dark area, and he also feels the strong energy of Qi in the opponent, which makes him involuntarily become very interested in this mysterious ranger.

The Archbishop of the God of War, Alena, glanced at the teammates who were all showing a winning expression, then glanced at the confident elf monk, and finally focused on the half-elf ranger who was already present.

Is his profession really just a ranger?

This is the first doubt that arises in Alenara's heart. If he is really just a ranger, what ability does he rely on to play a pivotal role in the five lords of the Emerald Field.

After all, she knows too much about the professional characteristics of a ranger.

Then, Alenara recalled in her mind the followers of the God of Tracker who destroyed the Mara hunting ritual in the Wild Head Mountains half a year ago, the hunters of the Way of Silent, and not long ago, the Horuk Hobgoblin tribe of the Silent Forest. During the turmoil that took place in Twilight and Twilight's first expulsion campaign against the gnolls, the people who were with the assassin Holat, and who had recently helped Twilight out of the siege.

It even made her think of a gladiator who had won a hundred consecutive victories in the half-abandoned arena of Winter City.

There is no doubt about the identity of these people, all of them are half-elf rangers.

The Ranger was like an invisible thread that suddenly connected all events together.

The Archbishop, who wanted to understand, couldn't help showing some anticipation. She was very curious about how this magical ranger defeated the elf monk.

As for the final result, she had nothing to worry about.

Because she is very confident that, except for herself, among all the people present, as long as she does not belong to the evil camp, no one can successfully withstand Alice's "blasphemous words".

That was the real reason why she dared to propose this duel so confidently.

Without 100% certainty, she wouldn't bring these people to the other party's territory to be embarrassed.

"The town of the waterfall, Thorne." Thorne imitated the way Ishak greeted the elf monk, and bowed slightly to the opponent who stepped forward and saluted.

Regarding the sudden departure of the black-robed woman, he thought about it for a while to understand the reason, which made him have to take it seriously when facing the warrior monk who came up again in front of him.

"Please give me more advice." When the elf monk looked at the ranger not far away with an indifferent expression, he smiled a little, then folded his hands, and saluted.

"Don't dare." Thorne replied calmly, then touched his right hand to the position of the sword hilt, and assumed his best attacking posture.

Looking at the half-elf ranger who was ready, the elf monk's expression became positive. Under the operation of the energy of qi, the whole person's aura suddenly changed, and the weeds on the soles of his feet swayed.

"Clang!"

What followed were two sharp-edged machetes unsheathed in the blink of an eye, and were very skillfully held in the hands of the elf warrior monk.

In an instant, the elf monk turned into an afterimage and attacked first.

——“Steel Soul School (Stance Skill): Bright and Pure Body!”

Thorne's pupils shrank suddenly, and as the Steel Soul School martial arts started, the galloping figure of the elf monk also slowed down, and he could clearly perceive the afterimage-like body of the opponent.

"This guy hid his strength when he played against Ishak." Then, Thorne judged the conjecture in his heart.

"Clang!"

In the face of the sudden attack of the elf monk, Thorne unsheathed two sharp swords at the same time, and at the moment when the target approached, he did not hesitate to take advantage of the rapidity of unsheathed swords and slashed at the same time.

He has never practiced professional sword-drawing, but he knows very well that when the sword is unsheathed, it is difficult for the enemy to figure out the angle of defense against him, so slashing at the moment when the sword is unsheathed can easily catch the enemy by surprise. Under the sword.

Noticing the two extremely fast sword lights coming from Thorne, one with a scorching fire, and the other with a hazy sword shadow, the elf monk did not panic at all, and the two machetes in his hands suddenly collided with it. Together, they wiped out a scream that made the eardrums hurt.

- "Blast Combo!"

- "Wild Dance!"

- "Dance of Death!"

- "Blade of Madness!"

Immediately afterwards, the elf monk took advantage of the struggle with Thorne, and unreservedly broke out all his deadly moves and enhanced skills.

"Clang clang!"

The figures of Thorne and the elf warrior monk collided one after another under the bright sunshine, making a harsh metal symphony sound.

Wild, bizarre, deadly, like the swirling blade in his hand, the Berserker is the epitome of speed, swiftness, and indulgence.

While his attacks show little grace, his lethal dance, when combined with the rhythm of his attacks, creates a suffocating whirlwind dance of death due to chemical reactions.

Seeing such a quick and deadly attack by the elf warrior monk, the spectators of the Jade Wilderness Party stood up one after another, and involuntarily broke into a cold sweat for Thorne.

Because the ranger at this time was completely on the defensive and was forced to go backwards by the elf monk.

Facing the storm-like attack of the enemy, Thorne finally made a decision. He chose to give up the fight with the elf monk and avoid its edge.

After all, what he masters is more than just swordsmanship. When it turns out that his swordsmanship is no match for the opponent's double swords, he needs to switch to another fighting method to win. This is the main reason why he insisted on all-round development in the first place.

——“Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!”

As Thorne accurately parried the attack of the elf monk, and then turned around and stepped with his shoulders to knock the body of the elf monk away, he immediately took this opportunity to turn into a shadow and disappeared without a trace.

"The shadow transformed by the energy of Qi?" Seeing the target disappear, the dignified elf monk noticed the way the ranger used his moves.

- "No trace!"

When he judged the direction in which Thorne was wrapped in shadows and landed, he was instantly enveloped in silver-white mist, and also disappeared in place.

"Clap!"

The two appeared in the same place at the same time, and the sharp machete in the hands of the elf monk who had been prepared did not hesitate to slash at the head of the ranger.

Thorne, who was caught off guard, instinctively tilted his head slightly, and the machete, which flashed sharply, failed to make any contribution, only slashing a strand of hair from his forehead.

- "Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Dragon Flame!"

With a fluke, Thorne waved his sword to resist the elf monk's second machete, and then took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed, and a raging flame like the breath of a red dragon surged out, roaring at the elf monk. swept away.

However, the elf monk's response was not slow. Although he was very puzzled as to why the ranger could use the energy of chi to transform it into a roaring flame, he still managed to escape the flaming flame similar to the dragon's breath. .

However, what the elf monk did not expect was that the ranger in front of him, who could suddenly breathe fire, never expected the flame to turn things around.

Just as the elf monk flashed through the flames, Thorne had already locked his figure in advance.

——“Qi Qi Slash!”

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame Wing Charge!”

Accompanied by the sharp sword qi in his hand, in the eyes of one after another, flaming wings stretched out from his back.

Immediately afterwards, under the flapping of the flame's wings, his body rushed towards the elf monk like a rocket dragging its tail flame.

Feeling the scorching hot breath flowing in the air, the elf warrior monk, whose expression changed drastically, knew that he couldn't escape, so instinctively blocked the two scimitars in front of him.

"boom!"

Thorne's flaming body collided violently with the elf monk, and the powerful charge and the burst of "Qi Lifting Slash" mercilessly knocked the opponent's body more than ten meters away.

"Thank you for being merciful." The elf warrior monk with burn marks all over his body stood up with difficulty and bowed to Thorne.

"Accepted." Thorne replied calmly.