After going into the sea, I met the witch lady

Chapter 50 Eat my "true storage" and chop it off! (Seeking for further reading)

Of course, to be able to take down the enemy so easily, the half-second "control time" of [Souled Battle Cry] is also very important.

The weapon used by El is a long sword, which is very sensitive. If he were to use his speed and turn into a guerrilla warfare, the battle would never end so quickly.

Looking at the man half-kneeling on the ground in front of him, Ryan's eyes were cold.

A flick of the wrist and a belt.

The sharp sword edge passed over the man's neck, and as his head hit the ground, he dragged the blood-stained sword and walked step by step towards Lord Slop not far away.

"Tata...Tata..."

The sound of slow footsteps, to Lord Slop's ears at this moment, was tantamount to the countdown of death.

Witnessing with his own eyes that Il, who was also the leader among first-level professionals, was beheaded so easily, which brought an unprecedented impact to Lord Slop's heart. His face turned pale, and the harp in his hand stopped because of the trembling of his fingers. Played.

Facing Ryan who was approaching step by step, Lord Slop couldn't help but back away. In the end, he was tripped by the navy who fell on the ground. He fell to the ground, and the harp in his hand almost fell out of his hands.

At this moment, how can he still be as high-spirited as when he first arrived?

"No! It shouldn't be like this!"

——Obviously he is just an ordinary person judged by the [Golden Rule]. Even if he was lucky enough to become a professional in just a few days, how could he have such strength? !

"Kill you!"

In his madness, Lord Slop suddenly raised his hand, and with a flash of light from the space ring on his finger, a unique flintlock pistol appeared in his hand.

The barrel of the gun was silver-white and the butt was dark red. Something like a blood vessel extended from the butt of the gun and pierced into Lord Slop's palm, sucking his flesh and blood with the "gurgling" squirming movement.

The trigger was pulled, there was a "bang" explosion, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke spread.

A bright red bullet burst out of the barrel and pointed directly at Ryan's eyebrows.

This shot is not fast, but unfortunately, as a auxiliary profession [Bard], Lord Slop's [Physique] is only 2.0, the lowest among the first level, and the gap with Ryan is too huge.

It is true that Ryan's current speed cannot be compared with bullets, but he does not need to be faster than bullets, he only needs to be faster than the person who fired.

The bright red bullet flew past a few centimeters from his cheek. Ryan stepped forward and came to Lord Slop.

"Pfft..."

The sound of flesh and blood being torn and penetrated was heard. Lord Slop's expression paused, and then he lowered his head tremblingly, looking at the silver-blue sword that penetrated his chest.

He wanted to pull the trigger again, but before he could touch his finger, he was stabbed all over, and the sword was pulled diagonally upwards, severing his right arm and upper right body.

A large amount of blood dyed the deck red, and Lord Slop's eyes gradually became dim, and finally, completely lost their luster.

he died.

Ryan withdrew his sword and turned his gaze in Cecilia's direction, only to see that on the local battlefield, the three shadow hounds had turned into a thick black liquid, and the knight girl was rushing towards his position.

When their eyes met, Cecilia's eyes showed a hint of astonishment.

Especially when she saw the decapitated swordsman and the nearly beheaded noble, Cecilia's impression of Ryan completely changed - the "weak" looking navigator on her ship seemed to have a particularly wild fighting style.

Looking at the knight girl, Ryan quickly asked: "Miss Cecilia, where is Lady Freni?"

Cecilia shook her head, her voice as cold as an iceberg, but the worry in it was clearly visible: "[Black Prison] is the exclusive professional ability of the Black Knight. Unless the winner is determined internally, or the caster actively turns it on, Hard to turn on.”

"Is there no other way?" Ryan looked ugly.

Freni has always been very kind to him, giving him potions, secrets, knowledge, money... all without hesitation.

This is en.

He couldn't just watch Freni in danger and remain indifferent. "……have."

Facing Ryan's inquiry, Cecilia said solemnly:
  "If there are professionals with a higher rank, they can see the 'fixed point' of the [Black Cage] in this world. After destroying it, they can forcefully break open this special spiritual space."

"I have a way to do this, but after that I will be severely weakened and unable to move. Therefore, the important task of assisting Lady Freni can only be entrusted to you."

"I understand." Ryan nodded heavily: "Just do what you want and leave it to me later."

Cecilia looked deeply at Ryan, and after less than a second of hesitation, her eyes became firm.

In fact, she didn't believe Ryan.

But she trusted Lady Freyne's judgment.

Since Lady Freni recognized Ryan as a member of the "team", she chose to believe it.

Arriving at the area where Freine disappeared earlier, Cecilia took a deep breath. Under Ryan's surprised gaze, the girl's hair began to glow slightly, taking on a light gray color, and gradually grew longer, reaching her slender waist.

Her pupils became vertical, no longer like a human being, but more like some kind of noble existence.

She, who had a cold temperament, gave people a strong sense of rejection at this moment.

It's not that she rejects others, it's that she makes people feel ashamed and afraid to approach her.

Cecilia's whole body exudes strong spirituality. These spiritualities are not the pale white that is common among first-level professionals, but transparent gray.

These gray spirits rise like burning flames.

After closing her eyes for nearly ten seconds, Cecilia suddenly opened her eyes.

"Mr. Ryan, the location I will mark with my spirit later is the location where the Black Knight will appear. From now on, I will leave it to you."

I saw a gray spiritual fire floating in the mid-air somewhere. Ryan immediately rushed to the vicinity, put the [Big Sword Fierce Ice Flower] on his shoulders, and started to accumulate power.

"Count down ten seconds."

"10, 9, 8..."

Ryan's muscles bulged all over, and spirituality surged crazily in his body.

The enemy he is about to face is a second-level elite existence, and against such an opponent, he will most likely only have one chance to make a move - the moment the Black Knight falls out of the [Black Cage].

Therefore, in this only opportunity to attack, it is not enough to go all out.

You have to go beyond the limit!
  The speed of spiritual surge is getting faster and faster, it has exceeded the "half-stage charge" of [Storm Sword Skill - Breaking Wave], and it is still rising.

The use of spirituality beyond the limit caused Ryan's blood vessels to bulge and burst in the next second. At this time, the "Necklace of Fertility" he wore around his neck and covered by his inner shirt emitted healing power, delaying Ryan's physical collapse.

But even so, the pain of tearing and healing was real and undiminished in Ryan's body.

He gritted his teeth. Compared with the pain of burning and shattering his body that the "Fire Dragon (Leader)" once brought him, this kind of pain was nothing worth mentioning!

"...3, 2, 1, 0!"

The countdown next to his ears finally reached zero, and there was a "click" sound of glass breaking. Two figures fell out of the air, and the black knight landed one meter in front of Ryan.

There was no hesitation or hesitation. At the moment when the countdown reached zero, Ryan slashed out with a sword that had been suppressed for a long time.

——Eat my "true storage" and chop it with one strike!
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