Chapter 201 The Third Seat Under the Demon King

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Applause broke out, a flock of crows flew by, and a figure appeared in the air.

"Has Lord Adam discovered me a long time ago?" Bermond said with a smile.

He was wearing a slim black suit and had a pale face, like a nobleman who was sick all year round. He had two finger-long sharp horns on his head with spiral patterns. He wore a blood-tear gem earring on his left ear. Crows with blood-red pupils and black feathers were flying around him.

"When I saw the crows at the door of the tavern, I knew you were coming," Adam looked at Bermond. "The Bullo Crow is very similar to the local Cotton Crow. The only difference is the red ring mark on their feet, but their living habits are different. Cotton Crows like warmth and hate cold, while the Bullo Crow is just the opposite."

He looked at the warm air around him and said, "You used the Bullo Black Crow, which shouldn't be here, to gather intelligence. Don't you think others can't observe it?"

"Lord Adam is indeed very observant." Bermond said with admiration.

Adam shook his head. "Shediel revealed too much information. He probably hasn't received any professional spy training. It's understandable if he made such a mistake. But it's impossible for you, who is in charge of the Demon Intelligence Agency, to make such a mistake."

He smiled: "I guess someone must have told you my whereabouts."

Adam stared at Bermond's expression and said, "Is it that prophet? Can he detect my existence? Did he tell you not to take action?"

To every question asked, Belmond did not respond and his expression did not change, but no response was actually a kind of response.

"You deliberately revealed the traces and lured me here. Do you want to avenge your brother?" Adam asked.

Bermond's unchanged expression finally turned gloomy.

"If he really knew my strength, he would definitely not send you here. He would definitely be able to foresee your reaction. So, he didn't know my strength, or his ability observation was incomplete, so he sent you to test my strength." Adam confirmed.

"Lord Adam is really powerful. Have you ever guessed that the prophet foresaw the result of your being killed and deliberately sent me here?" Bermond said gloomily.

"Hahaha."

Adam laughed out loud, then his face turned cold: "You don't deserve it."

The next second, he was behind Bermond and slashed with the sword, but Bermond turned into a crow phantom and disappeared.

"Do you think I would come to you without any preparation?" Voices came from all directions. "I have already collected information about you. It is nothing more than a strong physique and troublesome skills. I, the illusionist, Bermond, am your nemesis!"

Adam landed and looked at the phantoms of crows flying everywhere, but there was no sign of Bermond.

Suddenly, the shadow on the ground moved, and a figure emerged, stabbing Adam's kidney with a dagger.

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When the heavy sword and dagger collided, Adam found that the force added was not small.

The assassin's phantom disappeared, then reappeared from another place. After missing the first attack, he fled into the distance.

'It's very skillful, and it's real.'

Adam waved his hand at Bai Xiu and the other two: "This is not a battlefield you can participate in, stay away from here." "You still care about others? Be careful not to lose your life. It took me a lot of effort to find this assassination master and kill him to turn him into my phantom doll. Underestimating him is very deadly!" Came the voice of Bermond.

But Bai Xiu and Valen did not move and remained on high alert, because they found two faceless black shadows appearing in front of them, and judging from the outlines of the shadows, they were exactly themselves.

On the other side, Adam blocked the shadow assassin who was trying to attack him from a blind spot.

"The night is my world, the darkness is my domain. Just die peacefully under my phantom magic and be buried with my brother!" Bermond said excitedly.

Adam sighed, "Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?"

A flash of sword light passed by, cutting the shadow assassin in half, and then turned into black mist and dissipated.

Understanding intelligence is a must in battle. According to inertia, few people use their ultimate moves at the beginning, but instead try to test the waters first. This also gives Adam the opportunity to understand the nature of the phantom.

"Your skills are indeed very strong, but your fighting style is too rigid. This should be the drawback of your phantom magic." Adam waited for a while, but the shadow assassin did not appear again. "The phantom should be damaged after being killed. It will take time to recover. Or, is it permanently lost?"

"Don't underestimate my magic!" Bermond was a little annoyed. His phantom magic requires killing a person and then imprinting him into a phantom. The created phantom has no soul and only fights according to the specimen's previous combat experience. Moreover, it is a one-time product and is a consumable.

"What if you see through it? No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than my team of fourth-level phantoms?" said Bermond.

Then a ball of black mist condensed and four phantoms walked out of it: the shield guard walking in the front, the main attacker warrior holding a sword, the magician chanting in the air, and the priest at the back releasing various blessing spells, plus the disappearing shadow assassin, a standard combat team.

Adam, who already had a rough understanding of the nature of magic, did not speak again to provoke Bermond. He turned around and cut into the back row. His aura burst out, blocking the approaching sword and shield for half a breath. He raised his sword, and the priest's head fell down and dissipated.

The weapon box unfolded and the golden spear was thrown out, interrupting the magician's spell. Adam fought a hard battle with the warrior, and then kicked the shield of the shield guard away with a side kick.

After a short clearing, Adam looked at the soldiers who were isolated and helpless at this moment, and thrust out his sword one after another, knocking the soldiers away like flowing water.

But he did not chase him. Instead, he flashed behind the magician and stabbed him in the back with a sword.

'Poor coordination, stiff response, even with skilled memory, it still can't make up for the shortcomings. This method is still somewhat useful against a large number of low-level extraordinary people.'

Adam looked at the slowly disappearing magician and said, "You are worthy of being the shame of the demon race. Even your magic is so useless."

This sentence made Bermond angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can a guy like you who has no talent and can only wield a sword with brute force understand my magic!"

"Am I wrong? Born with short magic horns, half the total magic power, the disabled twins of the demon clan, isn't this the name of you and your brother? Otherwise, how could he die at the hands of a barbarian like me who can only swing a sword." Adam said as he looked around.

"How could you possibly understand! I am the third seat in charge of intelligence, and I am second only to the first person!" Bermond was almost about to curse.

'found it! ’

Adam made up his mind, and a broken sword popped out of the weapon box. Then endless mottled black and red sword energy burst out in the space he sensed, strangling!

Screams followed.

　I will post one more chapter later, and the rest will be posted during the day. I don't have any drafts saved, and I have to go to work, so I can only write when I have time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)