Professor Anderson’s talent [Sixth Sense] can connect to the Akasha Record, communicating with the subconscious to avoid misfortune and seek fortune.
All along, relying on his foresight, he has always been able to evade risks in partnership with his companions.
But now, the Sixth Sense has failed.
The young warrior looked at Anderson, whose eyes were red.
This is not a good sign.
The old partner had encountered this situation before, without exception, it involved strong foes beyond their current capacity.
Especially in a D-level Maze.
This newly erged place shouldn’t have such formidable foes.
"Professor, calm down."
Although he and his partner had easily killed Baron Blood, there were contamination factors left by the Crimson Church within the baron’s body.
That filth intertwined with the two of them, gradually polluting their consciousness.
"No way, we can’t go on, the professor’s loss of talent warning is a flaw in mindset, if we don’t hurry, it might..."
"I have to go back, my beloved is still waiting for to return ho," Anderson said softly, "Monet, I can’t die here."
"I also don’t want to die, so let’s move, calculating ti, the newbies should be coming in," Monet gritted his teeth and said, "The other side wants to transfer, they wouldn’t want to let us get the ssage back."
Monet gripped his Two-Handed Greatsword tightly, took a deep breath, and said:
"What do you think the probability is that they would send out Sequence Six?"
Anderson closed his eyes to activate the Sixth Sense, after a mont he said:
"I don’t know."
"Not knowing is also an answer."
In the observational range of Anderson’s Sixth Sense, the feedback was shrouded in fog... they were in danger.
No matter which Sequence it is, Sequence Six would be a qualitative change.
Monet said softly, "Ethereal Dawn Divine Sword hasn’t responded?"
"Not a bit of news?"
"No."
"I had planned to retire early, but my youngest son is about to start school, I had planned to earn for a few more years..."
Sequence Six, the Extraordinary talent would open its first tamorphosis.
If they encounter a ferocious one, their Sequence Seven might not last even a single round.
Anderson knew this very well.
He wanted to live, his youngest son just started elentary school, his beloved was still waiting for him to return ho.
If he died, who would take care of his wife and children?
Monet wiped the bloodstains off his Two-Handed Greatsword and said calmly:
"Let’s go, ti is not on our side, since the other side has their eyes on us, we might as well act, if nothing is done, all the newcors would be finished."
"The feedback from the Sixth Sense is very bad."
"Professor, they want us to die here, but I don’t want to die worthlessly, I want to do what a field ntor should do."
"Even if it could be our burial ground?"
Monet laughed wildly and spat, "We’ll fight first, those kids’ parents are also waiting for them to co ho."
Anderson’s lips trembled, unable to speak the words "my beloved and my children are also waiting for ."
But ultimately, as an experienced Extraordinary, he quickly suppressed his fear and said:
"This place is being interfered by the Crimson Church, but even their interference will culminate at a point, the newcors will arrive, and the computational power of the Dawn Divine Sword will surge, we must find a way to contact it."
Monet’s eyes lit up and he said: "Are you referring to Teresa of this year’s sophomores? Does she have a backup plan with Night Thorn?"
"Useless, her backup plan can protect her, but it doesn’t an the ssage can be sent out."
"Then who else is there?"
Not even soone like Teresa as an heir can, it’s even harder for others.
The professor said with difficulty: "There’s soone."
"Hmm?"
"Trusting in the backup plan is better than trusting in Strong Fortune, Treasure Elf has a student who cares a lot."
"What’s the na?"
"The Healing Series’ Chloe."
"Alright, if the other side cos, I will block them for you."
Monet, after pondering for a mont, said sowhat dryly: "I should be able to block them, right?"
"Of course not by yourself."
Anderson slamd his chest with his palm, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, which splattered on his white robe, spreading a bloodstain.
He seed to weaken further and said: "Stealth Robe, I have placed protection on you."
Monet felt startled and said in a low voice: "You’re crazy, this is..."
Anderson gritted his teeth and said: "No problem, if the teacher knew, he would surely praise for using the relic here."
Monet, moved, said: "This is what you said."
He reached out to grab that Stealth Robe.
He tugged at it but didn’t pull it off.
Looking again at the professor, he was clutching the robe intently, nostrils flaring, eyes red, lips almost bitten to bleeding.
"Anderson?"
"Ah, take it, take it," the professor looked as if he was about to cry, "You must hold them off longer."
...
At the sa ti.
Chloe and the three others were hiding in grass half as tall as they are.
Their eyes were vigilant, echoing the faint footsteps of the herdsn, as tension continued to spread.
The Maze doesn’t lack intelligent races, but they wouldn’t appear in artificial Mazes.
In other words, the herdsn of this village appear human only in form, but are Demons.
They weave through the haystacks between the fences, attempting to peek inside the houses through half-open doors and windows.
Inside the dilapidated thatched hut, a few herdsn gathered around a large pot, brewing soup.
Teresa signaled the three to take action.
In the next mont, they lightning-fast leaped over the window, jumping into the house.
Teresa led the way, swinging her long whip; the boiling iron pot split into halves like butter eting a hot knife, and the two herdsn beside it were instantly shredded.
Fratiss paused for a mont, then followed by raising her sword and shield in a charge.
Left hand sword, right hand shield, striking simultaneously.
A dull thud suddenly exploded in the room.
The herdsman in front of her was pulverized and shattered with a crunch, his body fell to the ground with sparks glistening at the broken edge.
Seeing this, another herdsman gaped his mouth, revealing shark teeth stained with blood, and lunged forward.
Chloe had already appeared in front of Fratiss, not hesitating, she spun and with her right palm struck at the herdsman fiercely.
Bang!
A clear palm print appeared on the chest of the herdsman.
Fratiss looked down to see.
She saw the palm print was indented into the chest of the herdsman, its back clothing bulging and distorting, shocking her heart.
This was pure Physique without using weapons.
Just monts ago when she fought against another herdsman, she distinctly felt their tough skin, evidently possessing so Sequence powers.
Now struck silent with a single palm strike.
And what was our Heroic Maiden doing?
She quietly closed the doors and windows of the herdsn’s room.
Close the door, let the companions in!
Perhaps the commotion in the living room was too loud, sounds ca from the kitchen.
A chef with a fat head and big ears, holding a bloodstained wooden saw walked out.
Seeing everyone, his face changed slightly, intending to shout, but a crackling sound echoed.
A long whip magnified continuously in his vision, finally locking around his throat.
Teresa’s arm muscles bulged, no matter how that person struggled, she directly dragged him underneath, then stomped precisely between his thighs.
A strange tearing sound erged.
That chef’s cheeks imdiately turned flushed.
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