MTL - Global Game: Comes with Portable Store-v3 Chapter 221 fight

The heart beats non-stop.

Artis felt that something was at the same frequency as his own, beating with his heart, as if growing in his body.

now.

He was extremely pleasantly surprised, felt the presence of the Lord, and saw countless strange brilliance flashing before his eyes.

"Is this another side of the world?"

He looked at the iron door of the cell, and had a premonition that he could pass through the iron door directly.

He is sure that this is true, and the Lord will not deceive him. This is a kind of ability that the Lord has bestowed on him, which can help him escape and ascend to heaven.

There is only one more problem. There are at least ten believers guarding the dungeon. Even if he can pass through the iron gate, it is still difficult to get out.

More importantly, he is not familiar with the environment here.

He cannot pass through walls or other obstacles, but can only pass through obstacles in the form of doors, and the target cannot be too thick, otherwise it will be difficult to complete this process.

but.

It is also an unimaginably extraordinary magic.

Artis suspects that in the All Beings Cult, many believers have similar abilities, and they master magic that is banned by the empire.

He leaned against the wall and bowed his head for a while, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, he might have no chance. Compared with night, the guards during the day would definitely be tighter.

"I have a way to escape, can you help me?" Artis looked at Angie and the two and whispered.

Immediately, the two people lying on the ground opened their eyes and looked at Artis with a hint of surprise.

The long-haired man said coldly: "This is not a joke, don't play tricks on us."

Artis shook his head: "Of course not. I feel that I will die if I stay any longer, so I have to go out. I have a way to get your help, so that everyone can go out together."

He thought for a while, if he was alone, it would be basically impossible to escape. Even if he escaped from this dungeon, there would most likely be guards outside.

Artis stood up from the straw mat, walked to Angison and squatted down, and said in his ear:

"I can cross this iron gate. Is there a way for us to escape here?"

Anjisen squatted and pondered for a while, then stared sideways at him: "You... If you really have this kind of magic, we have a chance."

As the chairman of the Antu Chamber of Commerce, he is also considered a minor nobleman, so he knows a lot more than ordinary civilians.

Although magic was banned by the empire, some nobles still hid some methods related to magic in private.

However, he had also heard about it, and had never really experienced magic. Under such circumstances, maybe only magic could do such a thing.

"There is a rest room at the innermost part of the dungeon, and the key to the dungeon should be placed inside."

"According to my observations, those believers often rest in the lounge, but they don't rest at the same time. At most, 1 or 2 people rest in it, and then take turns. The day and night are not the same group of people."

After staying here for so long, he still has a good understanding of this place, and has been observing carefully. He has the idea of ​​escaping, but there is no chance.

"These believers are equipped with muskets. Only with muskets can you have the ability to fight them."

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Anjisen quickly analyzed a reasonable plan based on the situation of the dungeon. Obviously, he had not given much thought to this aspect before.

Artis nodded, his eyes brightened, and he felt that the plan given by Angison was feasible to a certain extent.

This is hope.

"You have to do it an hour before their shift. At that time, there must be believers resting in the lounge." Angison said meaningfully, his voice was so low that only Artis could hear it.

"What are you doing!"

There was a scolding sound from outside, and the three of them were shocked.

Artis still stabilized, did not show any abnormalities, with a look of fear on his face, looked at the believers outside the iron gate, and said submissively:

"Nothing, nothing, just can't sleep."

The believer snorted coldly, and spat at him, the saliva splashed on his shoulder, and phlegm flowed down the veins of his clothes: "Be safe, don't seek death yourself."

The believer didn't have too much doubt, he put down a word, turned his head and left. Although he felt that the behavior of the three of Artis was a bit suspicious, he was sure that they could do nothing, and no one had ever escaped from this dungeon. Pass.

This dungeon is much tighter than the prison of the city government.

Artis looked at the back of the believer leaving, showing a ferocious face, observing the surrounding situation, looking for the right time.

He only has one chance, and if he fails, he will definitely be caught and killed immediately.

This plan was very risky, and he was also under a lot of pressure. Before he started doing it, his palms began to sweat, and his heart kept beating wildly. He had to take deep breaths again and again to force himself to calm down.

But the more this happened, the faster his heart beat, and his face was flushed, but it was not obvious in the dim light.

"If it doesn't work, forget it." The long-haired man reminded, seeing the embarrassment of Artis.

People are different, not everyone has outstanding courage and courage, most people are cowardly.

Artis probably couldn't escape that range either.

"No, anyway, I'd rather die than fight."

Artis' eyes became firm.

An Jisen closed his eyes, groped under the straw mat with his left hand, and then grabbed something and handed it to him: "Here, this is a weapon I prepared for myself. I want to pull a back pad before I die."

It was a rusty piece of iron, very thin, but the edges were obviously polished, and it was sharp enough to cut a throat.

Artis nodded, took the iron piece, put it in his sleeve, then moved to the iron gate and looked outside.

He needs to wait for the right moment, when all the believers are not looking at him.

However, this opportunity is not too difficult to find, but he needs to gamble his luck, betting that no believer will be able to see him when he rushes from here to the lounge.

As long as he is seen, all his efforts will be in vain.

Artis didn't hesitate for too long. Seeing the believer at the end of the aisle turn around, his eyes turned dark, and he leaned over and slammed into the iron gate. His body seemed to be blurred at that moment , easily passed through the iron gate without any obstruction.

Then, he squatted and ran all the way to the lounge.

At this time, most of the prisoners in the dungeon were asleep, but some were awake and noticed Artis' astonishing move.

None of them made a sound, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com just stared blankly, which made the dungeon suddenly quiet at this moment.

It's just that the believers didn't notice such a change. At the end of the passage, the three believers surrounded by the stove were still chatting and roasting, and there were even some food on the table.

There are also believers on patrol, but they just happen to be not on his path, and they just don't happen to look over.

For Artis, this process was very long, but in fact, it only took more than ten seconds before he crashed into the lounge.

The door was ajar, and he opened it unhurriedly, just in time to see a believer lying on a simple wooden bed with his eyes squinted.

The believer didn't notice his arrival at the first time, or felt that someone had entered the room, but he didn't expect it to be a prisoner, and he didn't have the slightest vigilance.

The iron piece slipped out of the sleeve, was picked up by Addis, and he took a big stride forward. He carried the iron piece and pierced the believer's neck, covered his mouth with one hand, and used the gravity of his whole body And the power to suppress it firmly.

The believer's strength was unexpectedly strong. In fact, facing such a situation, it was also constantly increasing. Fortunately, Artis was also experienced, so he resisted with all his strength, and insisted on not letting him break free.

After a while, he felt the opponent's strength gradually weakening.

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