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Volume 1 Chapter 357 Silver Armor Temple (7)

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    Chapter 357: Silver Armor Temple (7) In the night, there is a figure moving quickly, and in front of him is a knight running desperately.  It was a knight with a very burly body. His body was wrapped in heavy armor, and his running gave people a metallic feeling.  It seems like everything in its path will be smashed.  In fact, this is exactly the case. The burly knight only cares about escaping and does not care about what is in front of him. If it is a wall, it will knock a gap and a pillar will be smashed to pieces.  But if the fat man were here, he would definitely find that this knight was the warrior who entered the temple in the simplest and most barbaric way on the first day, and his defense power had reached a shocking level.  But now, this knight can only run for his life.  The person chasing him behind him was slender, with a pair of overly long arms, and his green eyes were shining with fluorescent light, just like a wild beast.  No, or you can call it a beast.  Because when running, this person is on all fours.  The limbs alternated frequently, increasing its speed extremely quickly. Its agile movements were like a wolf king chasing its prey in the wilderness.  The distance was getting closer and closer, and in less than a minute, the knight was less than three meters away from the black shadow behind him.  "Let me go" The knight suddenly roared, his voice full of fear and unwillingness.  But the shadow did not feel pity because of the knight's roar, but became faster.  The knight knew he couldn't run away, and his eyes suddenly turned red, and his face was severely distorted. Then the knight turned around sharply and rushed towards the black shadow.  The knight who went berserk due to fear increased several times in strength in an instant. Every time he took a step forward, the stone slab under his feet would crack.  But the speed didn't slow down at all.  Even the strongest rocks can collapse in an instant if hit.  The green luster in the black shadow's pupils suddenly flashed, and then the limbs exerted force, and the whole body jumped high into the air, seemingly to avoid the powerful impact of the knight.  But if you look carefully, you will find that the black shadow is constantly adjusting its landing position when it falls. His target is still the knight.  The black shadow fell on the knight, and the knight's momentum still did not slow down at all.  Just like that, the black shadow was dragged forward by the knight, but at this moment, painful hoarse sounds came out from the knight's mouth. The sound was like the sound made when someone strangled his neck and struggled violently.  The knight's body crashed into the wall again, but facing the thick wall, the knight failed to rush through again.  That body was embedded in the wall forever.  The moment the black shadow knight crashed into the wall, he jumped up and then fell to the ground.  Then he walked to the knight's side, searched the knight's body, and found a bag.  "The last one." Miriel said softly, his voice still tired, but with a trace of relief, as if he would be able to rest completely in the near future.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ It was daybreak, and in the morning light, Fatty once again started a new plunder.  But what surprised him was that for two whole hours, he didn't find a single candidate, or even any traces of their movement.  "Are they all dead?" The fat man couldn't help but think of an idea that even he himself found funny.  Although the number of candidates is decreasing day by day, there should not be even one left.  The outer armored warriors are not that powerful at all.  And deep down, I believe that even an idiot would not go there. There is only one ending if you go there, and that is death.  Finding a step, the fat man slowly sat down and quietly looked at the dry fountain not far away.  He seemed to be waiting for something. Not long after, a footstep slowly sounded in the fat man's ears. Everything seemed familiar, as if the same thing happened one night.  The fat man didn¡¯t look back, he already knew whose footsteps belonged to them.  The footsteps got closer and closer, and then stopped suddenly three meters away from the fat man, and then a large bag appeared in front of the fat man.  What rolled out of the bag were crystal nuclei.  Looking at the bag, Fatty finally knew where those candidates had gone.  Looking at the middle-aged man, the fat man suddenly blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "Why?" The middle-aged man smiled: "If you die, then these crystal nuclei will be of no use. If you don't die, then I  I think these crystal nuclei can help you." Then the middle-aged man said.He paused for breath and continued: "The most important thing is that I don't want anyone else to disturb us while we are fighting." Looking at the tired smile on the middle-aged man's face, the fat man's heart suddenly beat hard.  .  Looking at the fat man, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, then approached the fat man, and then sat side by side with the fat man on the steps.  The two opponents who were about to have a life-and-death battle were sitting so close to each other. If they took action, they would probably be able to take advantage of them.  But even so, the fat man didn't take action, and neither did the middle-aged man. At this time, the two of them were more like a pair of familiar friends.  The middle-aged man's hands hung slightly, resting on both sides of his legs, swaying gently, giving people a feeling of relaxation.  Looking at the sky and the clear sun, he suddenly smiled softly: "It's very warm." Listening to the middle-aged man's words, the fat man's heart twitched slightly again, even though the sun had already risen.  , but it was still early morning.  There was still a slight chill in the wind at this time.  Although it can't be called cold, it has nothing to do with warmth.  "People under the sun will not understand." Looking at the confused fat man, the middle-aged man turned his head and smiled, then closed his eyes. The relaxation and comfort on his face was like enjoying it on a sunny beach.  A peaceful holiday.  The fat man stayed with the middle-aged man like this, without the slightest hint of impatience. He just looked at the middle-aged man's profile quietly. In this profile, the fat man felt a sense of familiarity.  This profile as rough as gravel reminded him of many things. He remembered that after the bloody battle in his previous life, he leaned against the broken city wall and looked at the red sunset. He was just like a middle-aged man now.  I want to take a quick break.  The fatigue at that time was unspeakable, and more importantly, no one knew when the next enemy attack would be launched, and how long the rest would be.  The fat man also closed his eyes slightly, feeling the hazy sunshine.  At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the war-torn time in his previous life.  Time passed by little by little. I don¡¯t know how long it took. The middle-aged man finally slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the fat man¡¯s slightly closed eyes, the middle-aged man smiled softly.  The middle-aged man¡¯s smile is very friendly, as if he is looking at his brother.  That dang smile is warmer than the sunshine splashing wantonly in the sky.  Sometimes things in the world are so strange. It is clear that in the next moment, two people will fight to the death, but at this moment, these two people feel as if they have known each other for a long time, and they can no longer be familiar with each other.  The fat man opened his eyes and smiled softly: "Although I can't help you, if you have any wishes, I can help you fulfill it." The middle-aged man did not refuse. After looking up at the sky, those pairs of  Zhan's shining green eyes were suddenly filled with a look of happiness.  ¡°Help me take care of my wife and my daughter, they are on Weiruan Street.¡± The middle-aged man said softly.  "Weiruan Street." Fatty murmured softly, firmly imprinting the name of this street in his mind.  Although it was just a very vague street name, the fat man was sure that the middle-aged man was sure that he could find it.  Of course the fat man doesn¡¯t know why.  "Okay" The middle-aged man stood up, lowered his head and said to the fat man.  But at this moment, the fat man interrupted the middle-aged man: "What's your name?" "Myrdal." As the last word fell, Myrdal had disappeared in front of the fat man, and a figure appeared in the sky.  A blurry black shadow like a soaring eagle rushed towards a tower dozens of meters away like lightning.  In the sunshine, looking at the place where Myrdal rushed towards with squinted eyes, the fat man suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart.  This is a tall tower full of religious atmosphere.  Although there are many buildings with religious atmosphere in the Silver Armor Temple, this tower is undoubtedly very conspicuous.  There is a protruding figure in the center of the tower. It is a completely naked god with only a long, flowing cloth tied around his waist and his hair scattered.  The god's head is hung down, and with the long hair hanging down, it is impossible to see the god's face and expression clearly, but from the carvings deeply embedded in the stone wall behind him, you can feel a desolate atmosphere.  A roughly carved sun hangs on the forehead of the god, and the sun composed of two slashes wraps the god in it. However, the tragic thing is that there is a sharp sword hanging in the sun.  The sharp sword pierced the god's head from top to bottom.  The blood flowed along the long hair and formed dots at the ends of the hair.  The top of the towerIt is a hanging clock with four sides. The numbers on the hanging clock are composed of a very ancient image. Fatty cannot understand it, but the two hands alone are enough for Fatty to judge the time.  There are still three hours until the end of time.  This is a grave, a grave that Myrdal chose for himself.  Although Fatty still doesn't know Myrdal's strength until now, he is certain that it will be Myrdal who dies in the end.  Myrdal actually set up a dead end for himself from the beginning.  The fat man suddenly thought of the tiredness that could not be hidden in Myrdal's deep eyes. After sighing softly, the fat man spread his fighting spirit all over his body, like a vigorous black ape, climbing up along the protrusions on the tower.  Climb away.
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