Maze Surveyor

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"Demon Monk?" Three gray crescent blade qi had struck the monk Zhu Ankang's neck, back and chest. In the depths of the maze of the walled city, his blood-stained black bishop's shirt is the most eye-catching target. "Sneak attack on the healer first, Dark Angel's tactics are very standard." Zhu Ankang's pupils shrank, and he instantly understood the other party's intention. "You can't escape. Then let's trade your life for your life!" This thought crossed his mind: "My way of fighting as a recovery monk has always been to use offense instead of defense, and to use blood to gain blood!" He turned the Moses snake staff in his hand into a snake spear, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward and jumped forward! The head flashed to the right, a sharp pain was felt in the left shoulder, and warm blood spattered in the air. But the tip of his snake spear had already pierced the throat of the Dark Angel Black Butterfly, and then he tried hard to challenge it! Beheaded on the ground! Condensed the enemy's incredible astonishment. The death scythe of another Dark Angel, Black Spoonbill, has been lifted from the bottom up. "Crack!" Zhu Ankang blocked with his spear, and the tremor of the clash of weapons made his arms numb. But the sharp blade on the snake spear suddenly softened and turned back into a living copper snake! He instructed the bronze snake: "Kill with poisonous smoke!" The snake's mouth sprayed out a bitter green poisonous mist. The black spoonbill was caught off guard and inhaled it. It immediately foamed at the mouth and bleeded from its seven orifices. Instruction again: "Pass through!" The copper snake shot out even faster, like a red-gold lightning, drilling into the enemy's left eye socket, biting through the skull, and then burst out from the right eye! And the copper snake is still devouring the broken eyeball in its mouth! Such a cruel scene made Nighthawk, the last dark angel, tremble with fear and his voice trembled: "You... Are you a monk? Or a demon?" It cowered and put on the defensive. "Is your defense effective?" Zhu Ankang sneered. The copper snake spewed poisonous mist again, and the nighthawk panicked and used his strength to resist. At this moment, the copper snake transformed into a long and narrow sword and fell into Zhu Ankang's hands. His right hand and the blade of the sword burst out with intense holy light at the same time, illuminating the dark corridor. Nighthawk was scorched by the holy light so that his vision was completely blank, and only a single figure could be seen. The next moment, the figure split into two, and severe pain struck. It will never understand that it is not the phantom that is split in two, but its own head. Killing three dark angels in one go, Zhu Ankang immediately turned the holy light to the wound on his left shoulder, and his flesh and blood began to heal in the halo. The Dark Archangel on the periphery sternly stopped his subordinates: "Don't get close to that Holy Light monk again! He himself is a trap! His true form is a vicious demon monk!" "Devil monk?" Zhu Ankang laughed at himself: "Has my new nickname been decided? It seems that the guild business card has to be reprinted." And in the future, the novel recording my evil deeds can also change this name, right? (No!...) He glanced at the battle ahead and caught a glimpse of his teammates Roslang and Uncle Da, who were each losing. He raised his hands, and two gentle balls of light flew out, accurately wrapping his teammates' injuries. The bleeding quickly stopped and the wounds began to shrink. "King Arthur!" Zhu Ankang shouted to the burly figure in the center of the team: "Please give the order! Let me end this battle with my ultimate move!" "Good boy!" King Arthur XIII, wearing heavy armor, laughed boldly: "I order you in the name of the king!" "Demon monk Zhu Ankang, use all your strength, End this battle!" Zhu Ankang stepped forward from the rear position and chanted in a low voice: "Lord, give me strength to drive away weakness and darkness." With the power of the chess queen Guifu'er's "Queen's Board", the snake staff in his hand shone brightly, and the stronger "Poisonous Smoke" swept towards the enemy formation in front like a wave. The Dark Angels had been frightened by his previous ruthless methods, and when they saw the poisonous mist rolling in, their formation immediately shrank back. The teammates were relieved and gathered around. Uncle Da sniffed and grinned: "Zhu Ankang, your poisonous smoke is really smelly... But I like it!" Ross Lang, the knight on the lake, shook his head and said in a complicated tone: "Xiaokang, your evil spirit and viciousness are really not comparable to the monks from the church... But I have to say, you are cool enough." Queen Guifu'er, the actual commander of the round table team, smiled approvingly: "Xiaokang Excellent performance! We are one step closer to defeating the Demon King. The civilians outside the maze are waiting for our protection." Zhu Ankang knelt down to inspect the Dark Angel's corpse, raised his head and asked, "They... Seem not to have the zombie virus detected by the Minister of Security?" Gui Fu'er nodded, but looked beyond him, looking towards the deeper darkness of the maze, which was the direction leading to the Demon King's lair. She lowered her voice so that only the team members could hear clearly: "Xiaokang, you are right. Whether they have viruses on them... Is no longer the key." "The real key is that the Dark Angel King must not be allowed to take their tribe out of the ground and establish a kingdom on the earth." Her eyes swept over each team member, and a trace of deep worry flashed across her usually determined face. "A hundred years ago, after the Dark Angel Kingdom was established on the earth, it caused the death of 50 million people." "Moreover, the Minister of Security has signed an agreement with the allies on behalf of the United Kingdom. If our mission fails, when the Dark Angels break out of the Walled Maze and spread the virus in Hong Kong, the United Kingdom's bombers will not hesitate to drop nuclear bombs at the entrance of the maze." Zhu Ankang was silent. The words added after the chess match seemed to be weighed down by a heavy weight: "According to the military's most conservative estimate, that will be the lives of 220,000 innocent Hong Kong citizens." (End of Prologue) Words to the readers of the original world: 1. "Is this Hong Kong the Hong Kong we know?" No! This is Hong Kong in 1991 in a parallel universe. Magic and modern society coexist here. It is the Eastern Contract Land of the United Kingdom of Camelot. (Just like the British colonial relationship with Hong Kong before the handover, in order to avoid political trouble, all real country names and relationships are not mentioned except Hong Kong.) Main Chapter Preview: "We successfully killed the devil." "But the mission was still judged to have failed." "The lives of 220,000 Hong Kong citizens?!"

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