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Silently, without any movement, the crimson light melted into Gallup's arms like flowing water and melting sand, disappearing without a trace.

It seems that nothing has changed?

However, this thought only appeared in the minds of the remaining three people and even Austin and others trapped in the circle of the study, and it was instantly dispelled.

Because, they knew very well that Gallup couldn't be so mysterious.

Sure enough, the scene suddenly changed in less than a finger.

Bang!

The bright and dazzling coquettish red light transmitted from Gallup's arms, erupting in all directions like an indestructible sword, with unparalleled power.

Rumble!

The terrifying sound that resembled a landslide and the ground suddenly roared, but it did not resound in everyone's ears, but in the void.

The void began to vibrate, and the space trembled.

Water-like indifferent ripples appeared in an instant, and then spread.

It seems unpleasant, but in fact it's getting to the extreme.

However, in a moment of effort, it has spread to the entire magic circle.

Even the large complex array that was originally spent by Leonard and Austin at a great price and effort, was shaken under such an impact, and seemed to have a tendency to collapse.

Above the sky, the black hole of the magic circle that originally appeared because of the crimson light breaking through the air, no longer has the same tendency to heal as after the appearance of Gallup and Cecilia. It is getting bigger and bigger.

Although unhappy, but extremely firm.

There is a sense of seeing that the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant's nest, as if the magic circle could not escape the collapse in the end.

It's just that, at this time, everyone in this circle didn't have much thoughts about observing the circle.

All their attention has been placed on Allen's four people, in the serial murder that seems almost doomed to the end.

"Drink!"

The coquettish scarlet blood vessels burst out, and at the moment when it spread in all directions, Allen exhaled, and the tempered lungs and five internal organs vibrated, exerting unprecedented potential.

The surging air flow burst out, almost condensed into substance, and in this space that has been reinforced by various means, I don't know how many times, it also flew a distance of more than three feet.

Although it did not cause any considerable damage, Allen can be sure that if this air arrow is really hit, if the physical attributes do not reach the level of silver, it will at least be the end of a broken muscle and shifting viscera.

Allen suddenly exerted strength, his waist and abdomen tightened, his muscles and bones screamed, and his spine rose up like a dragon.

The aura that had already been stored to the limit suddenly exploded, and began to climb endlessly, as if to break the barrier in the dark and step into the unknown.

Allen's spirit, will, heart, and spirit, everything began to rise, began to merge, and progressed in the most perfect direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the void, there was a voice of vanity and vanishing barrier breaking, like a siege hammer violently impacting the city gate, low and surging, with extraordinary momentum.

It's a pity that it's only the case, Alan is still a bit behind now, unable to completely open the door and step into the sacred state.

However, even though Allen is only above silver, and below gold, even this state is incomplete. He is only up to the standard in terms of combat effectiveness, and defense and survivability are just barely entering silver.

Even this state cannot last. It only takes a few breaths at most. After a while, Allen will naturally fall into this state due to the decline of his aura and the exhaustion of his mind.

But at least for now, this level of strength is enough.

The long knife in his hand still slashed without hesitation, wrapped in white golden light, decisively and bitterly, without any hesitation.

Even, three points faster than before.

It seems that he has no concept of returning to defense at all, nor has he noticed that Cecilia, who is attacking and killing himself, has interrupted the spell he had originally prepared and started to save himself, and he has not even noticed that he is standing motionless in the distance but trying to save himself. Dalton, who was in the dark, also gave up his original idea and began to pay attention to his own safety.

Gallup looked at Allen, who was still as bright and shining as a god-chopping knife, his eyes were slightly closed, and his gloomy expression became even more meaningless under such actions.

The face remained silent, but the powerful mental power had already flooded into the magic tool in his arms like flowing water, increasing its strength to urge it to explode.

Regardless, the long knife in his hand traversed a perfect trajectory in the air, leaving mottled black space cracks in the air.

However, in the end, Allen didn't really cut the knife.

The wrist was folded, and the long knife in his palm turned back towards Gallup at the moment it fell, changing its direction, and forged a sharp sword light barrier in front of Allen.

The long knife lingering in the white gold blade fluttered in Allen's hands, and the butterflies flying up and down as smart as the flowers were extremely beautiful.

But in this beautiful scenery, what is hidden is Allen's unreasonable skills.

The blade light flew, the speed reached the extreme, it seemed that a barrier really emerged from the void, and it appeared in front of Alan, blocking all the crimson light like a cannonball, so that Alan was not harmed at all.

However, if someone can really see Alan's current operation, he will understand what kind of superb skill Alan displayed.

There are limits to Allen's sword swing, no matter how fast he swings the sword, no matter how fast he retracts his force, there is still a limit.

Between each of his slashes, there is an obvious interval that cannot be ignored.

No matter how small the gap is, no matter how small the gap is, even if there are very few people who can see the gap, there are even fewer people who can use it.

But it can't be ignored, Allen's slash still has its limits, and there are [rules] restrictions.

If you can't transcend the [rules] and can't achieve the [miracle], then Allen's sword technique is still within the scope of human beings, within the limits of human beings.

Therefore, in the eyes of Austin and others who were watching, Allen seemed to have an indestructible and substantial platinum barrier in front of him.

But only by himself...maybe add another Gallup who doesn't know what to use now to see that the knife light barrier in front of him has a [gap].

This is no longer a flaw that can be eliminated by the skill, it is the limitation of the knife technique itself.

As long as Alan's skills can't exceed the realm of today, then this problem will always exist.

But it's this kind of knife technique, it's this kind of knife light barrier with many [gaps] and [loopholes ].

But it was as if water could not enter, raindrops could not enter, perfectly blocking all the crimson luster, leaving Allen suffering the slightest harm.

In the face of the overwhelming, thousands of arrows fired almost all-pervasive attacks, it was really shocking that Allen was able to do this.

After all, even Cecilia on the side, and Dalton, who was carrying out a long-range attack in the distance, were also in a wave of almost barrage-washing attacks, a little embarrassed.

It can even be said that if one of these two people is not a krypton gold player with a rich family background, the other is a weak operation mage with a perfect base quality against the pinnacle of silver.

Their fate may be even worse.

Because, Allen, who was hit intensively at close range, can say with certainty that the wave of explosive attacks from the thing in Gallup's arms has the strength of a silver tier.

And it's not the low-end level of access to silver, at least the intermediate level of silver, and even close to the high-level attack strength.

This kind of intensity is not low, the quality is absolutely passable, and the quantity is still so large.

Anyone who is still in the silver rank will have a headache when encountering such a wave of violent baptism.

Even if it was Allen, after withstanding the strongest wave of attacks and leaving the most central battlefield, although it seemed unscathed, no one knew it. His arm had already begun to aches and pains.

It's just that all of this has been concealed very well by him, without the slightest manifestation.

Therefore, it seems that he is a little bit calm and unpredictable, with an unpredictable aura.

And the other two people's faces are not very good at this time.

Cecilia didn't seem to have suffered any damage, but there was a bruise on the originally white left shoulder, and a certain degree of collapse appeared on the delicate and attractive collarbone.

There was an obvious flaw in the beauty that was already enough to shake the mind.

It's like being hit hard by some blunt weapon.

Cecilia's condition is not good, and Dalton is not much better.

Dalton's coat was extremely damaged, and his **** left abdomen was completely exposed to the air like a hole, adding a touch of blood to this cold night, brewing a bit of murderous intent.

After taking the opportunity to separate, the four people on the field couldn't help but fell silent again, waiting for the next opportunity.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Suddenly, Dalton coughed in a low voice, dripping blood from his mouth.

The hoarse voice of tearing heart and lungs, in the quiet late night under the pale moonlight, seemed even more weird and more frightening, and it also made the atmosphere even more terrifying.

The moment Allen, Cecilia and Gallup heard the coughing, they turned their heads to look in Dalton's direction and began to look at them unanimously.

It's just that these eyes are very different from those that fell on Dalton when he coughed in the past.

In the indifferent and ruthless eyes, there is scrutiny, contemplation, doubt, and joking, but the only thing that is not is worry and concern.

Even if Dalton showed such a tired and weak appearance, the other three did not even try to do anything.

For one thing, they were not sure whether Dalton's weakness was true or false.

Secondly, they also know that after breaking the current deadlock, a new crisis will usher in. In this case, whoever takes the first action is likely to usher in a joint attack from the rest and others.

This is not determined by the faction or the order of attack.

It's because of the instinctive reaction in the situation where the four people are facing each other, in the situation of rising momentum and sympathy.

Therefore, no one wants to be the first bird.

More importantly, Allen squinted his eyes and looked at Dalton's performance with a cold expression.

[Vitality is really exuberant! 】

After carefully checking the surging life body that was shining and shining like the sun in the telepathy under multiple blessings several times, Allen sighed silently.

Even if it is him, even if he is an enemy or not a friend, Allen still has to express his appreciation for Dalton's acting skills.

If you just look at it with your eyes, scan with mental power, or even perceive it with spiritual perception, you can only perceive Dalton's weakness on the bright side, as well as the toughness in the dark, and even the deeper external strength and the inside.

With this triple doll, even some cautious transcendent silver will be deceived again and again.

After all, this kind of gradual cover-up, this kind of traceable disguise, this kind of logically clear and reasonable performance, is simply perfect.

Those who are careless and low in ability will be deceived by their appearance, those who are slightly sensitive and experienced will be frightened by the middle layer, while those who are extremely cautious and cautious will be ecstatic when they discover the last journey.

As for whether you will consider traps or the like?

It's all here~lightnovelpub.net~ I have received a three-layer matryoshka with my wits and courage. Even the most cautious and cautious people will only have a sense of contentment with extraordinary wisdom.

And the remaining few, even if they have doubts, their abilities and their past logical experience will become barriers to prevent them from discovering the truth, preventing them from making progress.

But in this wave, Dalton is on the fourth floor.

In Allen's perception, the other party's breath is very powerful.

Although I didn't know that Dalton had such a degree of disguise, Allen had no intention of exposing it at all.

He only needs to know what is true. As for this trap, whoever loves to step on it, anyway, he will not go in stupidly.

However, the fisherman's profit seems to be a good idea?

Allen's spirit enveloped the Quartet, colliding with the aura and coercion of the other three, keeping an eye on each other's movements at any time. But in his heart, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​cooperating with Dalton and enticing the other party to make a move.

As for whether this will disrupt Dalton's plan or not, don't care at all.

Anyway, they are all enemies, so how can they follow the other side's wishes.

Not to mention that it is only possible to disrupt Dalton's plan, even if it may make Dalton self-defeating and seriously injured and dying, Allen has no psychological burden at all.

He would only be thankful that he had done another successful murder by borrowing a knife.

It's just that just when these people were ill-intentioned, the situation changed again.

Suddenly, Allen, Dalton, Gallup, Cecilia, and even Austin, who was trapped in the study circle, all looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, in the pitch-black hole knocked out by the crimson light coming from the air, a black tactical boot suddenly appeared and stepped on the edge of the magic circle.