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Infiltrate the White Mask?
Upon seeing this Summoning Rune, Luluwo felt a sense of absurdity.
She was the one who broke the rules to co here, so shouldn't it be the White Mask invading her under normal circumstances?
There must be sothing to say about these Blood Dynasty people.
Transforming into a Red Spirit to invade the residual shadow was sothing she had never even considered before, yet now the opportunity lay before her...
"Of course, I must choose to invade!"
No need to bother with White Mask's aftermath anymore; since she used the Pure Blood Knight dal to enter the Blood Dynasty right under other's noses, she certainly got herself onto their blacklist.
It was right ti for an all-out fight; she hadn't tested what it felt like to personally kill a residual shadow yet!
But anyway.
"You, co here too." She grabbed Fudolin's wrist all of a sudden.
The Monsters of the Blood Dynasty all exuded a sense of being strengthened, which ant perhaps Fanlei was not a typical person, at least stats-wise, he would be higher than other residual shadows.
Though not expressly stated, the several battles that Luluwo waged in the Blood Dynasty left her feeling sowhat powerless.
Even the Platinum Son could swing a club to smash through her chains.
To what extent had these stats inflated, seriously.
She vaguely felt she might have unlocked an extraordinary area, and prematurely too.
Fortunately, heaven had seen fit to give her Fudolin, a highly capable assistant!
At the mont she chose to invade, a familiar sensation hit her. In a flash, she and Fudolin's bodies turned crimson red, arriving at the so-called world of White Mask Fanlei.
Their location remained the sa as before, except the pools of blood and such were back.
Everyone knows that invasions don't result in a fight within five seconds, but require a drawn-out war of attrition instead.
Because of the past actions of the Mysterious Hooded Man releasing open-source data, now anyone interested in invasion or anti-invasion knew how to properly play Sain Dungeon's built-in mini-ga: a plethora of running, hiding amongst Monsters, and terrain kills that could spook outsiders. The length of each invasion battle has been forcibly extended quite a bit.
Thus, Luluwo was already prepared to search out White Mask hiding in this cave, even pulling out the corresponding Magic Scrolls.
However, the turn of events didn't quite follow her imagination; the familiar voice of White Mask suddenly echoed within the cave, rendered ethereal by the reverberations.
"As a knight of the Dynasty, you ignored the warning and acted so brutishly."
"I'm wholeheartedly disappointed in you... dear, I will make you regret it all, et your miserable end."
White Mask's voice finally shed the sarcastic tone, replaced by pure malice—the kind of malice that sought to cut her into a thousand pieces.
Luluwo always felt that using the dal outside of allowed timings was initially her fault, having no guts to throw harsh words back; she wasn't a shrew.
But to fully unravel the path she had thrashed out, she had to muster 100% focus for the upcoming battle.
"Now I am the invader; I am the invader; he is my prey." Having self-hypnotized herself, her gaze regained its confidence once more!
At this mont, White Mask was charging out from inside the cave, rushing at them with reckless montum aiming to kill them promptly.
His weapon was peculiar indeed—a bouquet of flowers, or rather, a weapon deliberately crafted to appear as such.
What sort of weapon could this classify as, a hamr? Regardless of appearance, fight we must!
After all, White Mask's appearance was too mundane to serve as fashion guidance for invaders, whose outfit goal was psychological impact. A Platinum Son hood paired with Smough's armor, topped with bizarre weapons—that was the mark of masters.
"Ha!" Fudolin sprayed a fiery plu onto her fist, striking at White Mask's face.
It seed he intended to roll away, yet hadn't anticipated Fudolin's straight punch being a feint. She instantly retracted her fist, stomped the ground, causing the entire cave innards to sway, fracturing the ground beneath White Mask's feet, causing him to stagger.
Yet sadly, when Luluwo grasped this rare opportunity to deal a decisive blow, he dodged successfully with superhuman speed, even shattering several chains with a swipe of his weapon.
"Those things are expensive!" Luluwo shouted, launching heaps of Fla Pots, Thunder Pots, Magic Power Pots, "These pots are expensive too!"
Are you trying to crush him with wealth? Fudolin cast her a strange look; it would be amusing if Luluwo received a "the more expensive the weapon used, the stronger the combat power" Unique Talent.
In this instant, White Mask launched an attack towards the close-range Fudolin; it was a combat skill known as [Blood Collection]!
[War Ash: Blood Collection]
[Power shared by the Blood King, a Blood Alliance Combat Skill]
[After a spin, unleash multiple thrust combo attacks to extract the blood of the assaulted targets]
Clearly, it was a series of fast thrust attacks, but each strike was surprisingly powerful, successfully shattering Fudolin's shell dragon scales, and blood flowed from the gaps in the scales.
The bloody flowers on the bouquet unexpectedly started absorbing the blood, and more bizarrely, the wounds on the White Mask began to heal because of the blood.
This seed to awaken so unpleasant mories for Fudolin; the dragon scales on her arm sprayed out like buckshot, successfully forcing the White Mask back, at which point she exhaled hot breath and muttered through clenched teeth:
"Anyone related to blood abilities is not good."
"What did you just say, are you hurt?" Luluwo chased up.
"Nothing, Captain, I've got him suppressed!" Fudolin said energetically with a smile.
"Do not let Lord Monger have any worries, you lowly flaw," the White Mask emitted a venomous voice, raising his hand to target the two of them.
In an instant, a red light appeared, and suddenly a large, shapeless red mass ford in his hand... No, it was not a light ball, but a blood swarm of flies, so dense that you couldn't count how many!
[Prayer: Fly Swarm]
[Power shared by the Blood King, one of the Blood Alliance Prayers]
[The caster can release a swarm of blood flies forward to attack the enemy, causing them to bleed massively as the swarm gnaws on them]
[The Blood King's new dynasty has a blood swamp, and it's said that the fly swarm is hatched and erges from the feces there]
"This thing again!"
Fudolin's expression changed markedly, quickly retreating to dodge, while breathing out a scorching breath at the fly swarm.
However, when the fla dissipated, even more flies sward forward; the White Mask was repeating this prayer!
Her flesh was very strong, which was Fudolin's most self-aware aspect. Few things could hurt her; relying on her tough body, she had once defeated wave after wave of enemies, protecting her granary.
But during the battle with the Blood Noble earlier, she sensed sothing troubleso, the blood blade-like thing induced bleeding, bypassing her formidable defenses to cause internal harm.
Moreover, the power of the damage was substantial!
The current fly swarm felt no different than the blood blade, equally dangerous, and she absolutely couldn't get close.
"Is she apprehensive about these things," Luluwo noticed, "Fear of insects, that could be considered a cute point for a girl."
The chain in her hand rotated like a at grinder, crushing the fly swarm along its path, but the blood splattering from the swarm had the sa mysterious bleeding-inducing effect, and upon noticing this, Luluwo repeatedly retreated.
While continuously releasing the fly swarm, the White Mask slowly retreated backward, and when he stopped, the sound of "gollum gollum" ca from the blood pool beside him, and a Blood Noble erged from it.
"He has helpers too, co on, Sain, give a break," Luluwo rubbed her brow; this was troubleso.
This large cave probably has more than one hidden Blood Noble, and if the White Mask panicked and started wandering around inside, chasing after him might provoke countless enemies.
But Luluwo had no Fla Pot left. Unfortunately, perhaps because her physical condition was too strong, the Creator had closed a window for Fudolin—her breath was powerful, but its duration could only be described as tragic; relying solely on her to evaporate the blood pool was a fantasy.
So she had to retreat, judging by the White Mask's arrogant personality; if I hit him in the face with the Feces Pot, he will definitely not give up chasing .
Luluwo thought this way, signaling Fudolin to retreat while her restless little hand pulled out a Feces Pot; the devil knows where she usually hides these things, why she could always pull them out at any ti.
The Feces Pot was thrown over, and the angry voice of the White Mask followed.
When the two retreated to the cave's mouth, the White Mask indeed ca after them; Luluwo's plan was successful.
However, this ti he ca out with two Blood Nobles by his side.
"..."
It's a bit excessive that the enemy can summon reinforcents too, Sain.
Luluwo took a step back, but behind her was a cliff.
She patted Fudolin's high-temperature shoulder, asking, "Um, Fufu, do you have any stronger abilities, like transforming or sothing? We're in big trouble now."
"Transform..."
Fudolin looked at the enemies pressing in step by step, showing an unwilling expression, evidently reluctant.
"Die, you flawed ones without a witch!" the White Mask emitted a triumphant voice.
[Invaded by "Blood Finger" Tami!!!]
[Invaded by "Blood Finger" Berto!!!]
[Invaded by....]
Notifications suddenly appeared one after another, and red figures gradually ford.
This was the first ti Luluwo had been so happy to see intruders since dealing with invasions.
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