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"Maud...Caesar..."

"You know me..." The huge armor let out bursts of hoarse and terrifying laughter, "This world has not forgotten me yet..."

The next moment, a huge hammer fell.

Boom-!

The terrifying power brought terrifying destructive power. The black magician who was hit by Ye Yue from the front instantly turned into a puddle of flesh, and the aftermath of the underworld energy also killed dozens of people around him.

After just one meeting, there were less than 30 black magicians left.

Mordekaiser let out another burst of joyful and terrifying laughter.

But another voice poured cold water on him: "You only have seven seconds, please hurry up - this is just an appetizer, don't even have time to eat the appetizer."

"You, a mortal, don't need to worry about the Lord of the Underworld..." Mordekaiser retorted, but his body honestly lifted Ye Yun again.

The surviving black magicians had no intention of resisting at all.

The aura of the underworld emanating from the nightfall reminded them of the Immortal Fortress...the more terrifying black magic...

Can't beat...

There's no way to escape...

All we can do is wait for death...

Boom-! !

Another hammer hit, and the souls of the remaining twenty black magicians were permanently imprisoned in the Nightfall.

Seven seconds, just over halfway.

But for an appetizer, the rest of the time is spent "picking your teeth."

"Nice soul... I smell the breath of the Immortal Fortress..." Mordekaiser looked back at the tiny mortal who made a deal with him, his tone full of desire for killing and death.

"In half an hour, I will appear on the battlefield to seize the remaining [-] souls..."

"If you like it, don't talk for half an hour. I will have you appear on the battlefield in 10 minutes." Chen Ce responded with a smile, "It depends on whether you can bring all the dead souls into the underworld within seven seconds. "

"Haha..." Mordekaiser did not give a clear response, only gradually dissipated in a terrifying sneer.

This is the "time limit" of [Reincarnation Desperate Situation].

There is no limit for others, but there is a strict seven-second time limit for Mordekaiser, who is "imprisoned" in the underworld.

The principle of this is also easy to understand - the fundamental way to enter and exit the realm of the dead is to open the door to the underworld by using [Desperate Reincarnation] on others, and the same is true for Mordekaiser if he wants to enter the material realm, but he is different from other people entering and exiting. People in the underworld are "pulled" by the underworld all the time, so even if they leave the underworld, they will be dragged back to the underworld in just seven seconds.

All in all...there is a time limit, but it is enough.

Chen Ce looked at the only living person left in the safe house - the one Mordekaiser deliberately left alive, Morse.

"Now, I want to hear something from your own mouth, Morse."

About a task that has been delayed for a long time and has not been completed...

[Find the traitor who betrayed [Squad [-] of the Second Legion of the Ionian Resistance]]

[Reward: [Random skill]*1 (full level); [Random second-level equipment]*1 (such as serrated dagger, ghost cloak, etc.)]

Chapter 105 Why do you, a clown, get so mad?

When Chen Ce was attacked, the second thing Samira had to do was to escape.

As for the first one?That, of course, is taking the opportunity to add insult to injury.

It's a pity that the black magicians had no intention of leaving alive. Both of them were targets to be killed. She had no chance to stumble Chen Ce, so she had to run away in a hurry - it was a blessing to be able to escape.

Walking in the deserted military camp, while she was wary of her surroundings, she began to imagine Chen Ce's current miserable situation - maybe he would be killed directly by those black magicians?Or maybe he was tortured first and then killed in the most cruel way?No, no, no... maybe he is being hung upside down by those black magicians, stuffed into a bucket, and choked.

Maybe they'd even cut a few pieces off him...well, that'd be nice.

In short, no matter what method it is, it would be nice to kill him.

"Once he dies, no one can threaten me anymore... Indali's safety can also be guaranteed..."

After running away for a while, Samira finally leaned against the stone wall with some exhaustion, but the soreness and numbness in her legs was far less than the joy in her heart.

She is very cautious, even finding temporary resting places in open areas. Once someone comes from a distance, she will be able to detect it immediately, and there is absolutely nothing around her that can block the sun or create shadows.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of the safe house, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise - as long as the man who threatened her died, she would be completely free.

As long as that damn man is killed...as long as that...

Freedom... freedom...!

The freedom of a mercenary is more valuable than any commission reward!

"Anyone who threatens me should die..."

Samira gently rubbed her left ankle, which was slightly injured in the battle just now, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

But it was precisely because of this expectation and joy that she did not notice that the shadow she projected behind her was undergoing subtle changes...

Her shadow falling on the stone wall was inexplicably elongated, and then slowly extended to the left and right like a ghost, eventually forming two strange black shadows like heads.

The two "head shadows" squirmed gently on the stone wall, and then differentiated into a pair of arms and two...

An almost physical hidden blade.

Danger was approaching quietly, but Samira was still rubbing her ankles happily.

The two "shadow blades" are getting closer and closer...

One meter, half a meter, twenty centimeters...

Three centimeters......

boom--!

After a loud noise, Samira's body fell to the ground.

But...she was not knocked down, but lay down on her own.

Of course, the loud noise was not the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, but the sound of black powder exploding.

Yes, Samira completed the series of actions of leaning down, shooting, and lying down just before the Hidden Blade arrived.

She knew the danger was coming in advance.

Not because of the gift of predicting the future or the goddess of luck, but because of her caution - she had seen the strange movement behind her from the reflection of her boots early on.

The reason why I had been pretending not to see it and not reacting was because of this moment.

Shadow Stream's shadow magic is unpredictable and elusive. If you want to hurt the opponent, you can only shoot him in the face.

Her risk proved to be the right one.

After the gunshot, she saw her bullet pass through the hidden sword that spread out from the shadow, and also hit the assassin who emerged from the shadow.

An obvious bullet hole appeared on the shadow assassin's forehead.

Right on the target, a perfect shot.

Can't die anymore.

"Lord of Shadow Stream? Is this the only level?"

Samira, who was lying on the ground, didn't rush to get up, and her arrogant laughter blew away the smoke from her gun.She put one hand on the ground and raised her upper body up diagonally, looking at the other person teasingly with her one emerald eye.

She was as proud of another victory and narrow escape as she had been on any mission.

"Live happily and die early - happy division of labor, little mouse hiding in the shadows."

Samira smiled and put the revolver back into her waist, and finally stood up slowly.

But just when she was about to stand up straight with her still aching ankle, her expression suddenly changed.

The next moment, the hand she stretched out to her waist suddenly changed direction and pushed the groove on the back of the knife in the blink of an eye.

However... the detonated black powder failed to push the blade forward as usual.

Not because her high-tech blade was malfunctioning.

It was because the back of the sword was held up by a hidden sword.

A familiar figure appeared beside him at some point and blocked the attack with ease.

"You are cautious enough, but easily impatient..."

A deep voice sounded in her ears like the knell of death, and Samira immediately rolled forward.

But she still couldn't escape the cold stinging pain - looking down, she saw that her arm had been cut open by the Hidden Blade, which was more than ten centimeters long.

Then he turned to look at the "corpse" whose head had been shot by a revolver. It had turned into a pool of black shadow and merged into the darkness again.

That is not the true body of the Lord of Shadow Stream at all, it is just an insignificant shadow clone...

Even if it is a sneak attack with a high success rate, you must first ensure your own safety...

This is true caution...

"A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength..." Zed's deep voice came from under the mask, and the sound of the hidden sword rubbing was even more chilling. "The Noxians must die..."

Samira ignored the bloody wound on her arm and quickly took out the blade and revolver at the same time.

But she knew that there was still no chance of winning...

The zero-range shooting just now was the most rare opportunity, how could it be repeated again later...

As long as the other party is alert, her weapons can't hurt him at all...

Weapons can cut through endless shadows...

"Be honest, I guess you don't want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair - if you can live the rest of your life after being tried by the rebels."

In the dilapidated safe house that was no longer safe, Chen Ce tied Morse into a rice dumpling with a thumb-thick iron chain, leaving only one mouth still able to move.

"Now, I want you to admit something yourself - or I want to ask you a question, and you must answer it truthfully."

"..." Morse lowered his head, with an expression of loneliness and frustration on his face. He looked like a late, deep and experienced old soldier.

His tone was even more like that of a "forced traitor" who was full of worries and couldn't help himself. His deep look seemed like he had some troubles:

"If you want to know the reason why I betrayed the rebels——"

Snapped!In the middle of his words, a loud and clear slap interrupted him.

"Who asked you why?" Chen Ce didn't take into account the old feelings at all, and hit him as soon as he asked - for a traitor who betrayed the resistance and killed countless soldiers, any mercy would be disrespectful to those who died.

For such a traitor, let alone a few slaps, cutting him to pieces would not be enough to repay the sins he had committed.

"..." This big ear scraper directly swollen Morse's face, and also normalized his pretentious posture. "Then...then what do you want to ask..."

"I want to ask you whether you are a traitor who betrayed the resistance army?" Chen Ce's tone was as sure as a statement.

Morse was stunned - such an obvious question... is there any need to ask it?

He was a little doubtful that the other party had asked the wrong question.

Unfortunately, Chen Ce asked the right question.

He was also slapped again because of this moment of daze.

Snapped!This slap was so hard that even his teeth were knocked off.

"Yes, I am……"

"What is it?" Chen Ceyang asked again.

Morse's eyes twitched, and he answered again: "I am... a traitor who betrayed the resistance..."

"That's right." Chen Ce nodded with satisfaction.

Then another slap.

Snapped!

"Didn't I answer...!" Morse suddenly became angry - even if he is at an extreme disadvantage now, he still has dignity!

"I didn't say you didn't answer?" Chen Ce shrugged indifferently, "I just want the swelling on both sides of your face to be more symmetrical - you know, symmetry creates beauty."

"You...! Chen Ce! You can let go of old feelings, but you can't insult me!"