Chapter 330 This Is a Trap!

"...Ghost?"

Looking at the rag flying in the sky, the philosopher immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

She looked at the opposite side in astonishment.

As a Star Antimony noble and senior demon scholar, she also knows the Twilight Path very well.

Now the group competing with the demon scholars for the right to speak is the alchemists, while the necromancers always remain neutral. To remain neutral means to maintain a good relationship with both sides. From this point of view, the necromancers of Star Antimony are the best adhesive.

After all, the Twilight Path emphasizes that if the enemy does not move, I will not move, and if the enemy moves randomly, I will not move - in short, if I can not move, I will not move. If possible, it is best not to see anyone, just continue my peaceful daily life, and never make any changes.

People who are not afraid of trouble will not be recognized by the Twilight Path.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that the extraordinary people who rely solely on the Twilight Path cannot independently support a faction or lead a country.

Because everyone here does not work, does not work hard, and does not want to take responsibility. If you encounter trouble, no one can stand up.

In contrast to this laziness, all the extraordinary people in the Twilight Path have very high use value - Necromancers can revive and transform the dead, and Preservationists can solidify objects, buildings and rituals. Therefore, in order to avoid being excluded, the extraordinary people in the Twilight Path can only choose to join other factions. In Xingti, the two largest factions are demonologists and alchemists.

In this subordinate relationship, demonologists and alchemists will gradually understand the various abilities of the extraordinary people in the Twilight Path.

The philosopher was also surprised because the ghost looked like a necromancer. Whether from the code name or temperament, it reveals a cold, stiff and gloomy feeling.

——But this ability is not the ability of a necromancer at all.

This is the ability of a preservationist, [Living Corpse Preservation]!

By putting your own body into a state of suspended animation, preserving it in a safe portable plane, and then manipulating the demonized substitute to act.

Because of the lack of materials, the traps set by the philosopher are basically triggered by stepping on or tripwires. The ghost floated over directly, so no traps were triggered.

——Because of this, the previous ritual spell of the philosopher did not attack the robe at all. It just floated up and was able to avoid this attack by sticking to the ceiling.

What kind of preservationist would name himself a ghost!

The philosopher almost wanted to curse.

But she only had one last material on hand. Even if she could destroy this substitute, she would still not be able to beat the ghost when it showed its true form later.

So she raised her hands directly: "I surrender, ghost. I am Alai, we can cooperate."

"——No, you are not Alai."

The ghost denied sinisterly: "Alai is a woman, so she can only become a man in this ritual."

Its voice was like a ghost, as if it floated from the empty distance: "I'll give you another chance, who are you."

"Okay, I'm a philosopher. I'm a wizard of the path of wisdom, who can solve all kinds of traps and puzzles, and it won't hurt to bring me along."

The philosopher directly confessed his identity - mainly because he really didn't have any clothes to wear.

She smiled a little stiffly, trying to make a friendly gesture: "Look, we are all alone. We haven't found our teammates... If only one of us escapes from here, it may trigger the special rules and lead to failure. But if we escape together, we will definitely survive."

This is what she said to the Hatter before.

At this moment, the lines were almost unchanged, but she was confident that it should be fine.

Because the other party didn't know how much mana she had, and also realized that she still had a ritual material in hand. If they fought with her in such a narrow place with no hiding space, both sides would suffer.

And if everyone survived, even if they failed to complete the task and failed to score points, at least they would not receive too severe punishment. From another perspective, she had already laid a trap. If everyone could not leave the secret passage and pass the level, then the only one who left would lose under the influence of the special rules.

Killing her is not good, fighting her is risky, and you may lose after winning——

No matter from which angle you think about it, her proposal cannot be rejected.

But the ghost just laughed and gave her an answer she had never expected: "What about the materials you are carrying? Who is he?"

"Being able to use the 'Bull's Fire' means that the materials come from a man. And there is no woman among the three of you."

- What should I do, how should I respond?

The forge is dead, and Janet doesn't know if it is the ghost's teammate. So should I say that this is Alai's or the hatter's body?

The philosopher was silent for a moment.

But the ghost didn't wait for the answer to this question at all: "But it doesn't matter who it is. People on the path of wisdom are too treacherous, and I can't tell your lies and conspiracies. So I won't listen to anything you say."

"Wait, wait, think about what I mean! I mean-"

"Enough, I don't want to listen."

The ghost replied coldly: "Shut up."

A dim yellow light ignited from the black robe.

The premonition of death rose in the philosopher's heart--

She immediately pounced to the side. She wanted to avoid the petrifying light like a pistol.

She dodged, but not completely.

Although the philosopher avoided the direct attack of the petrifying light, a yellow light like a camera flash flashed suddenly. Her movements suddenly became slow.

She was floating in the air, moving frame by frame as if in slow motion.

——That’s the Preservation Master’s Slow Technique!

The moment this spell is released, both eyes must be focused and looking directly at the opponent's casting point for it to take effect.

But when...

"No, it's the preservationist's sequence technique——"

The philosopher was suddenly startled and stunned.

Are you giving me the sequence technique now? !

The saver can save a highest-level spell that he can release in advance, and it will be automatically triggered when special circumstances are met. By doing this, the spell pool from the previous day can be saved in disguise to the next day... and the triggering condition for this spell is obviously "when someone successfully dodges the petrifying light".

Because if you want to avoid the petrifying light, you must concentrate and stare at the opponent to dodge. And this will lead to slowness.

——Where do you get the mana to cast so many spells!

The philosopher felt despair.

At this moment, a young man's arm poked out from the cloak.

"It's so cute, girl," a flirtatious male voice said, "but it's better not to keep such dangerous things at hand."

In the philosopher's fear, the last ritual bag on her body was easily thrown away by that hand.

"I want to taste her, okay? She's so cute."

A man's voice sounded, as if he was asking for advice.

"Can't."

The cold voice of Yinhun sounded: "Restrain me, stupid woman. Also, do it quickly, I can't stop her for too long."

"Alright alright……"

The man said with a smile, emerging from the rag cloak. It's like he's always wearing a cape.

Like other blood slaves, he has a handsome face, is naked, and has prominent muscles. He has short black hair, his body is full of vitality, and he does not hide his instincts and desires.

He grabbed the philosopher's neck and kissed her forehead affectionately under the philosopher's fearful eyes.

"Good night, honey. It's such a shame, we're short on time right now."

He said softly, pinching the philosopher's right arm and suddenly bulging out extremely abnormal muscles.

Tentacles composed of countless blood suddenly stabbed out from his right arm and pierced the philosopher's body.

In pain and fear, the philosopher let out a shrill scream. But the man just laughed heartily and lifted the philosopher up high by her neck.

He covered the philosopher's mouth with his other hand, and then his left hand also sprouted a large number of tentacles, directly submerging the philosopher's petite body.

When these tentacles dispersed, only a smooth skeleton scattered around was left.

"——Okay, the blood pool has been replenished."

The man patted his belly cheerfully: "Do you want to catch her soul?"

"Stupid woman, this is in the ceremony. I can't catch it."

Yinhun's voice was erratic: "Come back soon after eating, I suddenly don't feel good..."

"Oh, I felt it too. There were the heartbeats of two women, one healthy, one weak. They had been watching for a long time."

The man looked at the shadow not far away and grinned confidently: "But I don't think there is any need to escape, Yinhun. This is my home court - I have an absolute advantage, and they are not as strong as me.

"Are you...ban and strangers? Are you here to avenge your companions? Then you are really late."

"Feel sorry."

Aiwass' light voice came from the shadows: "You have the wrong person, Miss Janet."

Bayard's cold and arrogant face wearing glasses appeared soon after, causing the confident smile on the man's face to freeze.

He felt his heart stop for a beat.

Why is there a child of the moon waiting behind the secret passage?

"——This is a trap! Run away!"

Yinhun shouted sharply.