Summoner of Nightmares

113. Chapter 113

Chapter 113

There is a vast archaeological corridor in the cells.

On both sides of the road, the distance is two cells. Lin Sheng is standing at the wall gap between the cells.

He's shaking his head, looking around, stretching his hand on the wall near the side.

The walls are tight and cold, and rough black bricks are filled with tight eyes like bees.

He looked down on his feet.

The stone bricks on the ground are written in shape, full and full of sense of age.

Lin Sheng raised the wooden shield and slowed the way forward.

On the right side of the arch, there is a path of long shape.

These dark grenades randomly put some skulls that are about to crack. There are also occasionally several large candles releasing fresh flames.

Every distance of the road, there is a steel leak coming down the top, hanging a hard candle like a metal cone.

These candles also form part of the entire system of lighting on the road.

Lin Sheng went a distance and suddenly saw a cell door on the right stack a few grey bags.

These gray bags are like mud sandbags, with a total of six scattered ones together.

He went up and kicked with his feet.

Ha, ha.

It's a soft voice in it. Seems like grain or something.

Yo, yo, yo.

It is at this point that in the front corridor there is a slowdown in the intensity of a long and heavy sequence.

Lin Sheng is looking up, sweeping away from the freshly ashes, slowing down a team of sword guards with black armor.

These soldiers are fully five, with approximately 1.8 m per body high, top-heavy, large metal armor thick and masked.

Far away, like a mobile metal machine.

Lin Sheng saw the soldiers, and they saw him at the same time.

Both sides stopped at the same time.

And then it's boring.

Five heavy armoured soldiers were silent, pulled the sword and headed towards Lin Sheng.

bang! bang! bang!

A long, heavy footsteps like the drums of war.

The first soldier hit Lin Sheng with a heavy shock.

Lin Sheng went a wrong step, slight away from the first man, and sword's edge worked hard on his waist.

Chi!

giant sword set a slipper on each other's armor, cut a big mouth, black bleeding out.

Lin Sheng is no longer the first weak person.

As the third Level was extraordinary, together with so many Warrior memories, he had long been a powerful Warrior who had gone through the war.

In successive mistakes, he simply left five heavy armoured soldiers surrounded to the end of the opposing pattern.

A quick stop, turn around.

pätà, Lin Sheng threw off the wooden shield, shaped the sword, raised the ear.

Huh?

A white light burns on sword's edge.

“Fly over and over!"

One white sword light slide out of the brake and jumped several times in a row between several soldiers.

Huh!

The giant sword in Lin Sheng's hand was fragmented and completely fragmented into pieces of fragments falling into the ground.

At the same time, the remaining four heavy armoured soldiers were stitched under the neck of the helmet and began to inflate heavy stocks of black blood.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

In the ensuing backward sound, five heavy armoured soldiers fell down and lost their lives.

Lin Sheng looked at the only sword in his eyes, sighed, lost it, picked up a sword with them from the bodies of the soldiers on the ground.

This blade blades on both sides, with some seemingly flower tattoos on the middle ridge.

The thickness is to make Lin Sheng happy. More than the giant sword just now.

He went down and looked down, took another helmet, dumped and tried to put it on himself.

“It's pretty close.”

Finally, there was a helmet, Lin Sheng's heart, and a slight easing of the depression of giant sword.

Taste dessert, and he's going to try these soldiers' legs and metal long boots.

In the back, he replaced a full set of soldiers with heavy armor.

“Yomo has 50 pounds of weight…These soldiers are wearing such heavy armor, and this place is great. "

Lin Sheng feels kind of weird.

Suddenly, he was stuck, and those soldiers, who had just seen no soul Memory Fragments, had been absorbed by him.

Lower sword, Lin Sheng, low head beating up a couple of people he ripped off the helmet.

These guys look like they're all white, expressionless ordinary men.

It's just that, even if it's dead, these five people keep their eyes open and look the same.

“Is there no soul, or can I not absorb a soul residue here?”Lin Sheng inserted a heavy sword into a waist sword, left the body and continued to explore it.

Oh, my God.

The metal boots under the foot are stepping on the ground and constantly spreading Kāchā.

All the way, Lin Sheng swept through two sides of the cell.

These cells are empty, with toilets, iron beds, chairs, and even a little iron table.

It's just that there is no living.

Soon, there's a straight corner bend in the front.

Bend to the left, concealed with ashes.

In the fog, it seems there's something on the bend.

Lin Sheng, relax, hold hands on the sword and raise vigilance.

With the distance slowly approaching.

That bend thing slowly shows up.

That's a robe man with black iron masks, like statues.

It's moving towards Lin Sheng, and it seems to be guarding there, and it's just a statue.

Seeing Lin Sheng approaching, a robe man barely whispers and lifts his hand against him.

Huh?

He's pointing to a wretched green fog, and the fog's twisted and turned into a round ball.

Chichi chi chi!

The brakes are blowing out more than ten green triggers from the green circle.

These triggers are fast, almost a moment of eruption, reaching Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng's heart was horrible, his foot stopped, and his body bowed up and raised the shield.

bang! Bang bang bang bang!

Continued and massive shocks shocked him and kept going back.

A trigger must have a rough arm and be cut out of corrosion wherever it comes.

The trigger must be filled with fresh green sticks, sticking on the wooden shield, with a growing sisi corrosion voice.

The walls around the wall have also been spilled into some green liquids, and the hard walls have soon been blown out by corrosion of a large and small hole.

A few steps have been retreated, and Lin Sheng looks at the gap between the simulation and goes a long way forward.

He has a heavy sword in his hand, and he has a crush on one.

The sword was blowing up at a high speed, smashed on the robe.

bang!

The other side is backed up, and the trigger in his hand has to stop.

Lin Sheng, while experiencing an accelerated rush, has done everything in his power to a Shield Strike.

bang!

The robe was smashed in the chest, and a blood blew out of the mask.

He resisted the wall and puked at the top of his head. The trigger from the green fog ball in hand is also weak.

Lin Sheng grabbed the opportunity and another Shield Strike hit it hard.

The wooden shield is filled with Saint Light.

This time Shield Strike, like a brand iron, crashed on the person, quickly sent a wave of burning, like a stinky smoke.

The robes struggled, the more black blood was bleeding under their masks, but were temporarily repressed.

Not for a while, he won't move.

A silk of black smoke is raised from it, and it's a black line, and it flies into Lin Sheng's chest.

(This chapter is over)