In the basement.

The thick black mist seemed to be opening a gate to release floods, pouring continuously from the door frame of the training room into the hall.

"What a shame?..."

There were many strange and inexplicable sounds coming from the black mist, and twisted human-head-like shadows could be vaguely seen flying inside, dotted with faint white flames.

Artoria's expression was solemn, and the pale white flame had no warmth at all. Instead, it gave her an extremely cold feeling, and the coldness penetrated her flesh and bone marrow.

The black fog was also cold and damp like an undercurrent, especially the pair of crimson and violent eyes in the thick fog, which put a lot of pressure on her.

So what exactly is it?

Undead, ghost, demon?

She has only been in this world for a short time and has never encountered such a thing. She doesn't quite understand the existence of the black figure with disheveled hair and a gilt mask in the black mist.

She wasn't allowed to think too much, the black shadow couldn't hold it any longer.

"Scared~"

A terrifying roar came from the thick fog, the black fog surged, and hundreds of iron chains stained with biting white cold flames "whispered" out of the fog, wrapping around her like tentacles!

Arturia's eyes focused and she stepped lightly.

A snowflake-shaped "holy halo" enveloped herself, and the radiant holy power flowed on her body, dispelling the chill.

Huh~

She swung her sword, and a red sword light shot through the air. The bright sword energy tore through the black mist, and the indestructible red gold sword light shattered dozens of black iron chains in an instant!

The broken iron chains clanked to the ground, but more chains pierced the black mist, entangled with the cold white flames and continued to stab at her!

At the same time, many human-headed monsters flew out of the black mist. These monsters seemed to be made of gray bones, with distorted faces and blood-red teeth.

Her face changed slightly, Arturia knew she couldn't go on like this.

Her condition is actually very bad. She has been practicing the paladin's professional skills for almost a day since the morning.

Although the progress is good, it also makes the body and mind very tired.

At this moment, the spiritual energy in the body has dropped to a relatively low level, and the combat effectiveness is less than 70% of its peak state.

"Holy Light Slash!"

With a sweet cry, King Daimao channeled the surging holy power in his body into the new holy sword. Amidst the clear and joyful sound of the sword, a dazzling white sword light shattered all the black chains in front of him!

The bright sword light roared through the black fog, killing all the will-o'-the-wisp chains and human-headed monsters on the path, and struck at the looming scarlet eyes in the black fog!

Tear!

A pale palm suddenly stretched out from the thick fog.

The terrifying big hand covered with densely packed tiny chains accurately grasped the white sword light, squeezed it hard with five fingers, and crushed the sword light with a "click"!

At the same time, King Daimao slashed out with several more swords.

The sword light flickered and intertwined, the extremely sharp sword energy cut through the iron chain vertically and horizontally, and the surging red dragon power turned into a tornado of high-temperature flames lingering on the sword light. The sword light burned the head-shaped monster that rushed up in one fell swoop!

Taking this opportunity, she took a big step forward, followed the trace of the holy light that broke through the thick fog, and jumped over ten meters.

Passing through the black mist, people were still rushing forward in the low altitude. King Da Mao had already raised the holy sword filled with cold light.

Zheng!

Accompanied by the extremely passionate sound of the sword, a bright red and white sword light struck the tall ghost figure wearing a gilt mask and beheaded him!

At the end of the black mist that had not yet closed, the ghost's blood-red eyes suddenly widened.

With a low roar, he did not dodge or dodge, facing the majestic sword light that tore the atmosphere, and raised his fist covered with dark iron chains.

boom!

Ghost Shadow's fierce punch brought up a wave-like black tide, and faced the sharp sword light slashed by King Da Mao head-on!

"Dang──!!"

Gold and iron clash, and sparks burst out.

The sword blade and the fist collided with each other, and the red and white sword energy and the undercurrent of the fist were intertwined, creating a huge wave of air and wind!

In the surging black mist, the body of the Dead-Mao King was surrounded by holy light and red lotus-like flames, while the tall ghost figure was wrapped with dense black chains.

Her golden hair danced gently, and her cold eyes looked at the blood-red pupils under the ghost mask.

Clang Clang Clang!

The sword blade released streaks of sword light, constantly cutting through the dark iron chains emerging from the ghost's fists. Sparks flew everywhere, and the two were locked in a stalemate for a while.

Suddenly, King Da Mao's eyes focused, and the power of the red dragon exploded, transforming her arms into the shape of scarlet dragon claws.

The holy sword in her hand shone brightly. She forced the ghost figure back with one sword strike, and then slashed at the ghost figure's neck. He immediately stepped back and leaned back to narrowly avoid the sword energy.

Zhengzheng~

The sword energy was flowing freely and horizontally, and King Dumao took advantage of the situation to attack fiercely. One sword after another was stacked like a tide, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe.

The bright sword lights cut off the iron chains, broke through the black fog, and slashed hard at the masked ghost!

What surprised King Daimao was that the ghost figure suddenly changed its momentum.

A majestic fist spirit rose up, his eyes glowed with blood, and his two iron fists were as steady as mountains, smashing the sword light she slashed out one by one!

Clang clang clang!

The roar of gold and iron came and went, echoing in the basement.

The two figures fought together, and the more the idiot king fought, the more surprised he became.

This fierce ghost wearing a mask was unconscious and unable to communicate, but his boxing skills were very organized, like a mountain, powerful and heavy, and blocked her various sword moves.

To have such martial arts skills based solely on instinct, he must have been a prominent figure during his lifetime.

He was a little impressed in his heart, but feeling the spiritual energy in his body gradually drying up, King Da Mao knew that he could not go on like this.

She is in a very bad state at the moment and needs to be dealt with quickly.

clang!

The fists and swords collided again.

After the sword blade blocked his fierce punch, she showed a flaw, as if her arms were numb and her body staggered back.

The tall ghost screamed and took advantage of the situation to pursue him. Due to the height difference, he punched down with a fist wrapped around the iron chain, and the fierce fist mark directly hit the head of King Da Mao!

Clang!

With a cold face, she raised her sword with both arms to hold his iron fist. Her body sank slightly under the huge force, and her boots sank into the ground.

Crackling~

Suddenly a thunder halo spread out under her feet, purple thunder and blue lightning quickly spread to the holy sword, and the thunder light instantly flowed into Ghost Shadow's iron fist, causing his body to tremble.

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A bright sword light instantly penetrated the black fog, and the holy sword lingering in the red lotus flame surged with milky white holy power, and pierced the belly of the tall ghost in one fell swoop!

However, what surprised King Daimao was that the holy sword only penetrated half of it, as if it was stuck in an iron wall and got stuck.

The holy power dispelled the black mist lingering on the ghost figure.

Only then did she realize that not only the arms, but also the ghost's body was covered with dense black iron chains. Countless chains on the skin of his belly rushed towards the body of the holy sword, tightly binding the holy sword!

What's even more terrifying is that under those dark iron chains are pale, bloodless faces with distorted expressions.

These ferocious human faces are chewing on the chains that bind them and the body of the masked ghost!

In addition to using the iron chains on his arms, more than half of the will-o'-the-wisp chains on his body seemed to be restraining and suppressing himself!

What a terrifying ghost, King Daimao was shocked.

Just as she was about to pull out the holy sword, the fierce ghost with disheveled hair suddenly had a fierce light in its blood-red pupils.

Roar!!

He let out a terrifying roar, grabbed the holy sword with one palm, and suddenly stretched out his other hand. The iron fist carrying the pale white flame stirred up the endless wind and hit her like a hammer!

King Daimao's pupils shrank, and a dreamlike light rain suddenly spread out from his left palm, merging with the power of the red dragon.

This is another of her psychic powers - the light of the soul.

She squeezed the fist seal that was filled with a layer of divine light, and punched him in the chest without showing any signs of weakness!

Bang──bang!

Two huge muffled sounds echoed in the basement. King Da Mao was punched by the ghost and flew backwards. His petite body hit the wall, causing the wall to crack.

The ghost figure also groaned, and its tall body began to stagger back.

King Daimao knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his sword.

Her face was slightly pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and a piece of the red-gold armor on her shoulders was broken.

There was bright red blood slowly flowing out from the broken parts of the armor, and it was also stained with some strange black air. It was so cold that it made her feel a bone-chilling pain, and she couldn't use her left arm at all.

Ghosting is equally uncomfortable.

There was a ferocious sword mark on his abdomen, the milky white holy power corroded his wound like sulfuric acid, bursts of black smoke came out, and there was a white fist mark on his chest.

Around the fist mark, dreamlike light rain seeped into his body, causing the dense chains on his body to melt.
To be continued...