Chapter 350 Field Vs. Chemi (I)

"Fuck, what is that!"

He immediately touched the position of his heart, patted his head, and only after confirming that he was still alive did Field breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's a positioning skill." Rosaria, who has more knowledge of the Chosen Ones, saw the clues at the first time, "We are exposed."

"Let's go quickly. This place is too close to the city gate. Once we get into a fierce battle, we will be easily surrounded by the enemy."

After that, Field rode on his warhorse and ran quickly in the opposite direction.

"Wait for me~Bug~"

Opheli "grunted" and ran trembling behind. If Rosaria hadn't hidden in the big sword and ran with Field, she would probably have fallen behind at this moment.

"Ah? Little Fat Dragon, you are also a snail."

Field was shocked. How could this long leg with perfect curves run so slowly? Could it be that the corrupted Chosen Ones are born slow?

"Humph, you're riding a warhorse, so of course you can run fast." Ofili gritted his teeth and said, "And my big tail slows me down."

"Stop messing around, get on."

Ashina reached out her hand very loyally and pulled Ofili onto the back of the dragon wolf, and everyone retreated quickly.

"Don't bring the enemy to the big manor, let's find an open space. If she really dares to come alone, just surround and kill her." Field snorted coldly. He didn't like to run away. Taking the initiative was his style. "Isn't she just a deacon of the Shadow World Sect? I must hit her hard!"

Everyone treats me as a soft persimmon, how can this be tolerated?

I have to severely expose her defeat animation today.

"Ashina, take the little fat dragon and hide first, don't get too close to me."

If you scare the enemy away directly, there will be no fun.

"Yes, sir, please be careful. Rosaria, please protect sir." Asina looked at Field worriedly, and sighed helplessly when she thought of her own lack of strength, and turned to rush into the gray fog.

Field carried the Gluttony Great Sword on his back, and let Rosaria hide in the great sword. A man rode a horse, relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the Night Territory, and quickly passed through the gray fog.

Just after running for a quarter of an hour, there was a whistling sound of strong wind behind him.

"Danger, Field, there are enemies approaching at high speed!" Rosaria hurriedly reminded.

Turning his head, he saw a scarlet stream of light like an arrow from a string, crushing over fiercely. Just when Field turned his head and was ready to fight hard, the red stream of light gathered into a human form and fell to the ground.

The stench of decay in the air was dispelled, replaced by a disgusting smell of blood and a mixture of indescribable smells.

"Hello, Field, someone wants to buy your life."

Qimi stood with one hand on her waist in a seductive posture, quietly admiring Field's shocked expression. What she liked most was to admire her prey, from shock to fear, and finally to desperately trying to please herself.

However, Field disappointed her. He was only slightly shocked and quickly calmed down.

With disheveled hair, loose white long skirt, a perverted smile, and a trembling body from time to time, I seem to have seen this woman somewhere.

An idea popped into his mind, and Field shook his head. Now is not the time to be distracted. Coming back to his senses, Field cooperated and said in a shocked tone: "Who are you? Whoever wants my life, I can pay three times the price."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Qimi of the Shadow World Sect, the God of Killing. As for who wants your life, I can tell you, but it depends on your performance. Don't worry, I won't kill you right away. I like strong and handsome boys like you the most, especially the moment when I twist their heads off."

Qimi licked the corner of his mouth.

So perverted? Field shuddered.

"Is it my brother? Or maybe my sister."

After a wild guess, Field looked at the man in black robe who was in a hurry and took out the fog lights.

"Don't disturb my clients, Field dessert, the good times belong only to the two of us." Chemi pulled out the artifact whip, swung it with a queen's aura, and made a crisp sound. Chemi laughed foolishly, "Hehehe, you have to persist, that's fun."

Every year I hunt geese, but today I was pecked by geese.

Field wiped the cold sweat. Usually I had to go to explode other people's animations by myself, but today I met a crazy woman who wanted me to perform a defeat animation.

"Hehe, my nickname is 'Human Goblin', I'm not afraid at all, I advise you to eat the juice."

While arguing, Field's brain was working quickly, and a bold plan came into his mind.

After quickly communicating with Rosaria through his mind, Field hooked his finger provocatively, and said invincibly: "Come here!"

"You will regret it. The weak's show of strength is just a joke."

The cold light in Chemi's eyes flashed, replaced by morbid desire. With his toes stepping on the ground, the disgusting smell of blood filled the air. Chemi's speed was extremely fast.

"What a perverted speed, meow, it happens to be Rosaria's shortcoming. I hope I can hit her hard with one blow, otherwise there will be trouble."

In the blink of an eye, I only saw the afterimage left by Chemi.

The scarlet long whip came from the right side two meters away from me. The vicious whip, with the blessing of divine power, was like a spear, unstoppable.

Field domineeringly drew out the gluttonous sword. With Rosaria there, he was really not afraid.

"You actually dare to fight back! You are much more foolish than I thought."

Since the Gluttony Greatsword was wrapped in linen, Chemi mistakenly thought it was a non-grade weapon and laughed out loud.

"clang~"

The artifacts collided, making a soul-shaking buzzing sound, and layers of divine power rippled, and Qiemi was immediately shocked.

"Artifact? It seems that there is an unexpected gain today!"

Even if it is a first-level artifact, it cannot be bought with a million gold coins. Artifacts are good things to inherit the family.

The killing power rushed into the whip crazily, and Qiemi couldn't wait to roll up the gluttonous sword and pulled it back fiercely.

"It's mine!"

Field let go without hesitation, allowing Qiemi to snatch it. At the same time, he drew out the spear with his right hand, and while his fighting spirit was surging, he pretended to shout anxiously: "Okay, okay, it's all yours. I have accumulated fighting spirit for seven days, and I will give it all to you. Fighting skills, Hundred Waves!"

The third-level fighting skills attack the third-level god selection, and it is estimated that they can only polish the opponent's skin and open the beauty filter.

Qiemi, who knew this well, sneered: "You are a fool without brains. You don't even know the difference between the Chosen Ones and mortals. It's a miracle that you can survive in the Night Lord for so long."

As soon as the whip rolled over the Gluttony Sword, Qiemi was ready to wave his hand to defend against Field's fighting spirit attack.

"Hey? Heart, why is it beating so fast suddenly?"

The strong uneasiness and death, like a haze, enveloped his heart, and Qiemi suddenly felt a bad mood.