Twenty Sided Dice

Three assassins had already been overtaken by Siegel, burning to ashes in the flames. The mage unfurled black flame wings ignited by rage and charged at the fleeing assassin with incredible mobility. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the target, and pure fire elements shot out from his palm. His flesh and blood couldn't resist the scorching heat, and only black smoky wreckage remained between his breaths.

The saint in black quietly appeared behind him, holding an obsidian dagger in his hand. Siegel noticed a change in the distribution of the elements behind him, as if something was blocking the flow of the air element. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the assassin covered in black robes, and the familiar black dagger. However, he did not feel the killing intent, and the early warning ability of the dice did not prompt the next five seconds.

Whoever it is, in this cave there are only lackeys of the God of Murder, no friends. Knowing that he didn't have time to turn around, he swung his arm, flipped the sword, and stabbed back. The long sword can reach farther than the dagger, and it can hit the enemy earlier, and it will be free. But the saint in black ignored the long sword that pierced his heart at all, and his arm did not shake at all, and stubbornly stabbed the dagger into Siegel's right shoulder.

At least six layers of magical defense spells flashed in sequence, including any door that should have teleported Siegel out. But the saint in black used his ability to suppress the effect of the spell, and even used part of the divine power. The light flashed, and the dagger did not reach the handle.

"Feng: Elemental spellcasting." The black-robed saint recited, and then the obsidian dagger emitted light, shrouding Siegel inside. The elemental's connection to the mage was completely severed, and it was as if he was trapped in an anti-magic field. The wings formed by the flames and the flaming longsword were all extinguished. The true seeing and dark vision in the eyes can't see the surrounding environment, and they become hazy again. Siegel only had the most basic swordsmanship and movement skills left to mobilize.

He concentrated his mind and tried to communicate with the teleportation circle of the elf saint, so as to bring himself out of this predicament. But the element did not respond, and the teleportation was isolated. He was about to mobilize the energy on the plasma bone to cast a teleportation spell, when the man in black hit the back of the head with a palm and passed out.

"Don't pull out the dagger, otherwise you won't be able to restrain him." The saint in black slowly pulled out the long sword inserted in his heart. There was actually a few traces of blood on the sword, which made Donne and others terrified. Hastily knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"Your strength is not good, and you need to continue to improve in order to continue to serve the gods." The saint in black said: "It's a pity that there are no warriors like this."

"It didn't exist before, and it will be soon." Dorn showed a weird smile: "Take him as a template. It will definitely be able to create a more powerful glue man warrior."

"In this way, my lord's divine power will not be wasted." The black-robed saint said: "Lock his hands and feet with shackles, and take off all the things on his body. You must not take it lightly."

"Yes!"

"Let Reese come over and see, what is this guy who can actually hurt me with a normal weapon." The black-robed saint said, "I'm afraid his bloodline is a little weird."

"This..." There was a rare trace of fear in Dorne's eyes. But still nodded in agreement.

Siegel's bones were much harder than normal, and the way he stunned his skull had less of an effect on him, so he woke up while the Assassins scooped up the items and shackled him.

The pain from the dagger on the back was unbearable, but nothing was more annoying than the constant repression of elemental energy. The Anti-Magic Field is a nuisance effect considered by mages as a cowardly spell of escapism. Despite the moral disdain for this spell, it is undeniable that this spell has a very powerful effect in actual combat. Priests of gods, especially those who don't like magic, often shroud themselves in an anti-magic field and then pick up their mace to try to melee the mages.

However, the mage has experience in fighting golems, and dealing with anti-magic field warriors is basically the same. However, the situation in front of him is that he is handcuffed and shackled, and his whole body is naked. Not even a weapon, not to mention that there are always two black assassins and four colloid warriors around, and Dorne is also at the forefront, chanting praises to the **** of murder from time to time. You have to figure out a way to get the dagger out of your back before you can think about your next move, Siegel thought.

He was dragged into a passage in a cave, and the surrounding stone walls were constantly emitting cold air, like ice cubes. They seemed to go deeper into the ground, and the sloping and twisting passage seemed to lead to the tomb, and he was the corpse to be abandoned.

Then they came to an underground rift. An arched stone bridge spanned a distance of twenty meters, just above the rift. Maybe there was a turbulent underground river in the past, maybe it was a dark spot formed by sea tides, but now there is no water here. Only countless squirming slime monsters gathered in the rift.

They come in different colors and shapes and fill the entire rift. Siegel narrowed his eyes, trying to carefully identify the type of slime monster. It stands to reason that the stucco monsters are wrapped in sand and mud, the translucent ones with green acid are the plaster monsters, the dark yellow ones are thinner than the ochre monsters, and the pure black ones are more round and more round. It's the black pudding monster.

But in the rift. Lots of colors mixed together like a mad painter's chaotic palette. The mud monsters merged and digested each other at a slow speed, and the screams continued to sound, and the tone was like a boiling kettle.

This is also the source of cold air. The mountain walls on both sides of the rift are dripping into ice, and the humid air will pass through here and snow and frost will fall, covering the gelatin monster with a thick layer. Although the cold does not cause extra damage to gel monsters, monsters in this gel form never like low temperature environments.

"Isn't it enough to throw him out of here?" an assassin said, "Isn't it a rare beauty to let him be digested slowly in the belly of the jelly monster?"

"Then you are responsible for picking up the dagger from below, and then going to Madman Reese to make a template." With a cold snort, the priest's words made the assassin keep his mouth shut and follow behind the team.

Siegel did not expect to see Dr. Rees in this place, he had long thought that this person died in the Walled Mountains. If the blood magician is the culprit in causing Janet's bloodline awakening, then Reese is also one of the pushers.

He is still the same as before, but his gray hair is significantly less, and his body is no longer hunched over. After standing up straight, Reese looked like he was about a meter tall and looked very cramped in the hole. He owns a laboratory, which is very messy, filled with various medicine bottles and test materials. There were three corpses lying on each of the three planing beds. Although the smell was stinking, there was still blood dripping from the beds for some reason. Luckily, Siegel didn't have to share a bunk with the three bed occupants, but was suspended from an iron rack, with chains pulling his limbs so he couldn't move.

Reese's little eyes gleamed with excitement, judging Siegel with the eyes of the cargo. "Strong test item, what do you want from the saint this time?"

"Find out what breed he is, and use it as a template." Dorn licked his lips and said respectfully: "Master Saint instructed not to pull out the dagger behind him, so as not to overwhelm him."

"Haha, I actually used one of the four killing swords. It seems that you idiots are too poor, so let the sage take the shot personally? What ability is blocked this time?" He walked behind Siegel and stared. Eyes observed the hilt of the dagger, then asked and answered: "Oh, the ability to cast spells of elements. Is this a swordsman or a mage, why seal this?"

"This is one of the problems of Lord Saint." After Dorn finished speaking, he was ready to retire.

"Don't hurry, Dorn, this is the potion for your wife." Reese took a black potion from the shelf and put it in Dorn's hand. "Although I've said it many times, I can't help but think back to your wife's cry at that time. It's so nostalgic. When did you bring Lily here? I've been mentioning it for a long time."

"Soon." Donne put away the medicine bottle and kept muttering: "Soon, soon..."

"Well, just remember." Reese waved and let them go like a swarm of flies. When only him and Siegel were left in the room, Reese suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "Since you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep."

Siegel raised his head, the chain rattling as his body moved. He first tried to tug, but he couldn't break free with strength alone, and he didn't want to break free now. "Long time no see, Dr. Reese."

"Oh, you've seen me, why don't I have an impression?" He rubbed his hands excitedly, as if he had encountered something funny: "Don't tell me, let me guess who you are?"

"The person who called me the doctor must have met when I was serving the royal family of stars." He slammed his fist lightly on the table, and said, "You must be some royal guard."

"Wrong." Siegel shook his head.

Reese suddenly became annoyed, walked over with a knife, and stabbed Siegel in the thigh: "Oh, no, I guessed wrong," his voice trembled with anxiety: "How could I be wrong? Well, you must punish yourself."

"Then pierce yourself~www.readwn.com~ you lunatic!" Siegel looked down at the wound on his thigh. After the knife was pulled out, there was not much blood, but the pain was unbearable. It seems that he avoided the blood vessels and vital points, and tortured the prisoners with the method of stabbing people to death.

"Mad, that means you didn't know I was a lunatic before, so you must have seen me treat people. Could it be the family of a certain noble patient? I guessed right this time?"

"Go ahead, you idiot, you guessed wrong again." Siegel took advantage of his approach and spat on his face.

Reese stabbed twice in a row, both painless knives without blood. "I guessed wrong again, I'm so nervous!" He laughed when he finished, and ran the sharp edge of the knife across Siegel's cheek. "Your expression is really funny, but it also exposes the fact that this face is fake. Such realistic makeup is really rare, even in the temple of murder gods. Let me see Whose face is it down there?"

"You'll be startled, Reese," Siegel said. "You'll see the faces of the Avengers." (To be continued.)

PS: It’s 401, and the countdown to 404 is 3.