"...The man must be found within two days. This is what the master meant, Jonda." The first thing that came to my ears was a sharp and proud female voice: "Too much time has been wasted."

"I understand, Magda, the monster's throne is on the only way to the fall point. I must find a way to unlock its seal to the underground palace." This voice is like Komak's, strong and powerful: "This seal is a seal of outsiders. The locals may know these legends. If necessary, I must lead the undead to attack nearby towns and force them to tell the secrets of the underground palace."

"The speed must be faster." The sharp female voice continued: "I have found the whereabouts of the first fragment. The owner is never known for patience. He asked to see the results within a month."

"I know very well, ma'am. Just now, I caught a Templar knight. If I can transform him, maybe I can deceive the seal spell of the underground palace somehow..."

Underground palace, monster, a man in the maze.

He didn't know who Magda was, and he didn't know who the owner was in her mouth. However, one thing is certain, the Demon Hunter does not think he and them will be the same.

Zelin took a deep breath.

"...I will wait for your good news in the manor of Leoric Heights." No extra emotion could be heard in the sharp female voice, only a certain kind of strong dissatisfaction: "It has been two days, I will not I think you have two more days to spend. Remember, the master will give you strength and you can take back this generous gift at any time."

"I will not live up to expectations."

With a snap of his fingers, sparks burst out from the twist of the bomb.

Boom!

Smoke and dust burst out, along with the broken rocks flying around, the deafening explosion echoed in the deep dungeon, and the patter of dust fell. Zelin didn't hesitate, and immediately took out the two Serekania and threw them into the hole that was blown out.

White light flashed, and the demon hunter rolled over the hole and leaped into the secret room.

The expected chaos did not appear.

Chapter 2651 Saving Private Comac

"Who dares to break into this land!"

After the smoke, the necromancer in jet black armor was in front of the demon hunter, with angry eyes in the gap of the helmet staring at the demon hunter: "Servants, grab him!"

Eight servants dressed in brown and yellow stood in the corner of the room. They were as thin as wood, as if they were in the late stages of a certain disease, with their cheeks sunken deeply, their skin close to the skull, and their eyes dim. Four of them were carrying oil lamps, and a cultist fell to the ground, buried in gravel and dust, and a pool of blood formed under his forehead.

Zelin's gaze swept across the secret room, which was a wide room with a staircase leading from the upper platform to the secret room on the other side. On the other side of the secret room, six cultists formed a circle, with traces of six-pointed stars painted on the ground, and one person stood on each corner, chanting jerky and weird spells. The purple smoke from the six-pointed star was like tentacles, grabbing Ko Mike's limbs and fixing him in mid-air.

Komak noticed that Zelin appeared here, and he gritted his teeth, as if suffering from severe pain.

"Kill these cultists, there is no trap. They are not my opponents!" Suddenly, he seemed to think of something: "Holy Light, go and warn the Templars outside, Joonda is here, leading them in. Let the traitor die without a place to bury!"

"I understand." Zelin stepped back two steps, standing on the edge of the gap: "Holy light bless you."

He turned around abruptly, the arrow in his wrist flew out, retracted when he flew past a statue, turned around on the shoulder of the guard statue, and wrapped it around it.

"You can't escape!"

Jonda is holding a chain yoke in his right hand, and a black skull head is engraved on the shield in his left hand. He held the chain high, and a pale bone spear flew out. The demon hunter jumped up, the rope dragged him to the bridge behind, and the bone spear flew under him, hitting the cliff on the opposite side and raising a cloud of fly ash.

Zelin saw Qiongda appear next to the hole in the wall, standing on the edge, widening his eyes, watching the demon hunter fall on the long bridge in disbelief, then left and turned and disappeared into the secret room.

A minute later, several cultists ran across the long bridge, holding torches and running along the stairs to the carved gate.

"You must catch him!" Jonda followed: "Summon more bone guards! The **** Templars must not be allowed to influence the master's plan!"

The cultists had just walked through the gate and happened to see Zelin standing ten meters away from the gate, standing beside an iron lock fixed on the ground.

Noting the enemy rushing in, Zelin unlocked the iron lock.

The iron chandelier on the top crashed down and hit the cultist's head heavily. The bomb fixed on the chandelier blasted, and the burst of flame instantly engulfed the cultist. A black shadow was lifted by the waves, spinning and falling. Enter the cliff on the side.

The flames dissipated, and only a few burning corpses remained on the ground. Jonda stood behind the flames, still holding the posture of raising the shield.

"Pointless struggle!"

Jonda yelled, put down his shield and raised the yoke, preparing to attack the demon hunter.

Then, his action paused.

There was no trace of the Demon Hunter on the platform in front.

The sound of some kind of gas tank leaking appeared in Jonda's ears. He followed the sound and saw smoke continuously emerging from the cracks in a cracked floor.

Soon, the same voice came from the other side, and smoke came out one after another. Through the cracks, he could see something hidden in the cracks in the floor, but he would not know this smoke bomb from the Roman Brotherhood.

The smoke soon spread and enveloped the entire platform.

Jonda squeezed the shield tightly, his eyes narrowed slightly under the pitch-black helmet, and he watched the surroundings vigilantly. His figure gradually disappeared in the smoke and dust.

The platform fell into silence, leaving only the babble of smoke canisters.

Suddenly, Jonda heard a rush of footsteps.

On the right!

"Die!"

The bone spear pierced out, and the chain flail slammed into the direction of the sound with the sound of breaking through the air, splitting the smoke into two. The shackle hit the floor immediately, causing a crack. The bone spear disappeared into the fog, and the sound of hitting the rock was heard two seconds later.

Jonda's eyes were wide open, and the cold touch of his legs made the anger in his eyes more fearful.

Fooled!

Blood spurted from the unprotected position behind the knee.

The demon hunter had gone around to his left without knowing when, and hit his leg with a sword. Jonda twisted his waist, and the shackle in his hand smashed against Zelin's head. But the demon hunter's figure appeared on the other side at some unknown time, and the ebony blade went up from the bottom, slashing through another armpit that was not protected by armor.

The shield slammed heavily at Zelin, trying to push him away. Zelin spread his legs and lowered his body. The lower end of the shield brushed the demon hunter's head, and he held the hilt with both hands and exhausted all his strength. With a flash of cold light, Jonda felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Zelin used his legs to squat down and jumped up suddenly.

Jonda roared, and the armor suddenly burst into emerald green light.

The next moment, five green mucus spewed out in different directions, the mist dissipated under the impact of the venom, and the square covered by white mist was instantly cleared of a circular open space without mist.

Jonda panted, staring at her surroundings warily. The mist was dissipating, and he squinted his eyes, trying to find Zelin's figure in it. Blood ran down the gaps in the armor, dyeing blood red on the black armor.

Puff--

Zelin fell from the air, his whole body pressed against the hilt, and under the action of gravity, the ebony blade instantly penetrated the helmet and pierced Qiongda's head!

At the moment when he swung the third sword, Zelin jumped to another suspended ceiling above, grasping the chandelier to observe the situation below. When fighting against monsters, when a monster is in chaos and anxiety, it will usually find a way to attack all the places around it to force the enemy to stay away from him. The same is true when dealing with humans. He has been waiting for the opportunity, waiting for an opportunity for an opponent to relax his vigilance and think he is temporarily safe.

The boots stepped on his shoulders, and Zelin pulled the blade out as he leaped backwards. At the moment he landed, he placed his weight on his right foot, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, straightened his arms, and turned in an arc on the spot.

A head flew out, and the headless corpse knelt to the ground, falling heavily with the sound of iron armor hitting the rock.

The blood remaining on the blade disappears at a speed visible to the naked eye. The smoke dissipated completely, leaving only the charred corpses and fallen corpses on the platform, and blood gushing from the fractures flowed into the cracks in the stone slabs.