At the same time as the two sardines swooped down, the sword light in Rohr's hand also flashed.

The sardines suddenly looked like gravel blown by the strong wind, turning into wisps of dust in a series of flashes of sword light.

Several of the sword rays struck the empty space, as if Rohr had missed it.

But after a moment, the black robe that had disappeared reappeared.

The black robe was in tatters, with basically only a few strips of rags left.

"This...how is this possible?"

"I've obviously...already...teleported away..."

The remnants of the black robe were twisting on the ground, making puzzled sounds in a hoarse voice, and he was already dying.

"If you don't even know how to last-hit, how can you be a swordsman?"

Luo Er smiled contemptuously, walked up to Hei Pao, pointed his sword at the mosquito coil coil on his chest, and asked:

"Now, I ask and you answer. If you answer correctly, I will give you a chance to start a new life."

"Are you the manager of this dream? Apart from you, are there any other managers? Where are they?"

The black robe was lying on the ground, and his figure began to become blurry again, but this time it was not that he was running away, but that he really couldn't hold on.

But he still squeezed out a few weird laughs from his throat:

"Jie Jie Jie, I'm just a clone. Even if I get killed by you, it won't be a big deal."

"I curse you, you will always sink in the nightmare and drown in this endless darkness and fear!"

After saying that, before Rohr could take action, the remaining black robe suddenly exploded and turned into a stream of black smoke, wrapping around Rohr's body.

Rohr quickly struck with his sword, but the smoke was invisible and intangible, and his sword could only strike in the air.

The little donkey and Jeanne quickly puffed up their cheeks and blew hard on Rolle, trying to blow away the smoke.

Of course this is of no use.

Finally, the smoke twisted into the shape of a character, trying to be imprinted on Rohr's chest.

But as soon as it touched Rolle's armor, it suddenly fled away and disappeared in the air.

Rohr carefully patted his breastplate and felt his physical condition carefully, but there was nothing unusual.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion:

"This curse seems to have expired?"

"It seems like this armor has strong resistance to curses?"

Jeanne, who gave him this transforming armor, also said quickly:

"Indeed, this is one of the advantages of transforming armor. Gundanium metal has good arcane resistance."

"Haha, I never thought that when you gave me this armor, you really saved my life at a critical moment."

Rolle smiled and patted Jeanne's head in a complimentary manner.

"hey-hey."

Jeanne lowered her head slightly, as if a little embarrassed, and buried her face in the little donkey's vest.

In fact, this pair of teachers and students didn't know much about extraordinary knowledge, and they couldn't even tell the difference between secret arts and incantations.

What's more, Black Robe finally activated his pain-based demigod ability at the cost of a demigod clone, and cast a super-powerful curse that even a defensive holy object specifically aimed at cursing would be difficult to withstand. What's more,

Rely on the protective properties of the deformed armor.

Therefore, there are naturally other reasons why the curse failed to take effect.

"It's a pity that this guy escaped..."

Jeanne suddenly said something regretfully.

This bad guy controlled her to become an enemy of the teacher she respected and loved. Naturally, she hated it very much in her heart. If it weren't for her lack of strength, she would have wanted to kill this despicable villain herself.

But Rohr acted very calmly about this, smiled and comforted:

"It's okay, he can't run away."

"Let the sword energy fly for a while."

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Far away on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, there is a small town named Kangluo. It originally existed as an outpost of the Imperial Capital. A regiment of the Imperial City Guards was stationed here. It also took advantage of the various conveniences of being close to the Imperial Capital. There are many

population and prosperous economy.

But right now, this small town is as quiet as a dead city.

The people in the town seemed to have disappeared, and only some soldiers wearing city defense uniforms could be seen patrolling back and forth.

These soldiers' faces were livid and numb, their eyes were lifeless, like puppets, and they were constantly exuding an evil aura, much like Jeanne's previous state of mind control.

There are many soldiers gathered near the city hall, and in the underground archives of the city hall, the mayor of the town is still hidden, that is, the black-robed demigod who had fought against Rohr before, and the seventh apostle of the apostle organization.

He was originally sitting in the middle of a large complex of mystical magic circles, closing his eyes and concentrating on controlling the clone in the dream.

But after the clone disappeared, he suddenly opened his eyes. The whites of his eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes, and then he started coughing violently. Every time he coughed, he would spit out a mouthful of blood foam.

"Ahem! It's too... too scary..."

"How can there be such a powerful existence in this world?"

"Is he the legendary eleventh level?"

The mayor was muttering to himself, taking out a few test tubes from his arms and pouring the colorful potions inside into his mouth.

After losing his clone and suffering heavy injuries to his body, he could still stay awake in severe pain and take limited self-rescue measures. This is also the advantage of the pain-based demigods. They are good at causing pain and suppressing pain.

Therefore, the loss of clones is not as fatal to them as it is for other types of demigods.

After taking some emergency medicine, his originally pale complexion softened slightly, and he continued to mutter to himself:

"This guy is too powerful. He has the ability to defeat our entire plan..."

"I must wake up the first apostle and tell him the news."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand again, preparing to use the secret technique for communication.

But at this moment, he felt a chill coming down his spine.

The next second, he froze on the spot, and his raised hand dropped.

Then, he fell softly to the ground, his head twisted into a strange shape, as if he had been beheaded.

The cervical vertebrae had obviously been broken.

But there wasn't a single scratch on his body.

The injuries suffered in the dream are very real and reflected on the physical body in reality.

This blow came so suddenly and unexpectedly that the apostle was beheaded by someone without even having time to use his own life-saving measures.

After all, Rohr said before, if you can't even do a last hit, what kind of swordsman can you be?

The last hit he was talking about was, of course, not just a last hit.

Although he did not answer Rolle's question properly, Rolle still generously fulfilled his previous promise and gave him a chance to start a new life.

And with the sudden death of this apostle, the clock tower of the imperial capital where Luo Er was located actually saw a ray of sunshine?

The dark clouds in the sky are gradually dissipating, and the surrounding fog is gradually fading away, revealing the streets that are exactly the same as those in the imperial capital in reality.

As the dark clouds dispersed, the sunshine that was due at this time also shone on the earth.

Those nightmare reapers and monster-turned-human beings who had not had time to be dealt with were bathed in the sunshine. The former disappeared like snow flakes, while the latter gradually calmed down and found a place to lie down with a grimace on their faces.

A dreamlike smile slowly sank to the surface.

"The sun is actually shining. It seems that what the physical education teacher said is indeed effective. Killing the manager of the dream will relieve this nightmare."

Luo Er raised his head and looked at the sky, narrowing his eyes slightly due to the glare of the sun.

But only the situation around the clock tower has been alleviated.

The fog near the other two landmark buildings in the distance has not dispersed, and the sky is still shrouded in dark clouds.

It seems that if nothing unexpected happens, this dreamland should be divided into three areas. If you want to relieve the dreamland, you have to visit all three places.

It’s still quite hard...

"Teacher, look quickly."

Jeanne pointed to the completely withered garden and said.

The flowers and shrubs that should be in the garden are growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and do not stop changing until they become what they should be in reality.

Probably because in reality it is the autumn when flowers are best viewed, the place looks a bit more beautiful than when Luo Er came to visit before.

"It's so beautiful..."

Jeanne sighed in a low voice, her eyes gradually became blurred, and her pretty face became slightly flushed.
To be continued...