Chapter 180: Pressure 1 (thanks to the leader of the bright W)

Alas.
Lin Sheng's hand just touched the iron gate of the Warriors Guild. The whole door fell back, and smashed to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
The rusty metal collided with the hard slate floor, making a crisp sound in the dullness.
Lin Sheng quickly raised his vigilance and was always alert for possible dangers around him.
He didn't forget that when he first entered the Black Feather City for the first time, the huge basilisk he encountered, as well as more than ten powerful legionaries in his memory.
"Unfortunately, if you can summon Kadulla in a dream, you don't have to be so tied ..."
Lin Sheng thought with regret, waiting for a while to find that there was no movement around.
He slowly carried his epee and stepped into the gate of the warriors' guild.
Inside the guild is a spacious school-like open space.
A flag was erected in the middle of the clearing, the flag was tattered and hung down, and it was difficult to see what the sign was.
Lin Sheng walked slowly along the left side of the flagpole.
The guild is big.
Along the open space, Lin Sheng spent ten minutes to spare the entire soldiers' guild.
As the only warrior guild in the city of Black Feather, this building also plays a pivotal role in the memory of many Black Feather Swordsmen absorbed by Lin Sheng.
The main building of the guild is a huge house like a bull's head.
Lin Sheng spared a circle, and finally stopped in front of the middle gate of the house, staring up at the motif of the tauren, dragon head and human warriors engraved on the arch door.
These patterns are very fine, but with a hint of rough style, they look very delicate.
Without saying a word, he slowly walked up the steps, reached out and pushed the door gently.
Long ...
In the slight rumble, the door was slowly pushed open by Lin Sheng, revealing the scene inside.
Behind the door was a long, dark hall.
The hall looks like an underground mausoleum, with red braziers lit on both sides and erected with supports.
The ground is a gray-black slate with rough patterns.
The ceiling above the head is a triangular cone, and it is inlaid with a blue diamond. The jewel was emitting a faint blue beam, which was projected and landed on the throne at the end of the hall.
The throne was empty and there were no creatures.
"Here ..." As soon as Lin Sheng saw the braziers burning, he knew there must be something wrong here.
But he came in for trouble.
Holding the epee, Lin Sheng stepped into the hall. Just didn't walk in two steps.
Click, click ...
A tall figure of one meter and eight meters slowly turned out from behind the stone pillar on the left.
The figure was wearing dark red armor, a horned helmet, and two short-handed battle axes on his back.
Uh ...
The figure slowly pulled out the short-handed Tomahawk and held it in his hand, his eyes slowly glowing red.
Bang bang bang ...
It came step by step towards Lin Sheng, getting faster and faster.
The two axes were spinning and shaking in their hands.
Huh! !!
Lin Sheng waved his sword to block the assaults of the two axe, and gently pushed the monster away.
"The power is almost at the second peak level. It's about the same as a dungeon soldier."
He measured it, and then he took a epee in his hand, and then he held it with both hands, a cross.
The epee instantly burst into huge power, and severely chopped on the double axe blocked by the monster, bursting into a spark.
The monster was struck back by five or six steps before it stood firm.
Before he could restore his balance, a epee penetrated his chest quickly, and pinned it to the stone pillar behind him.
"Like the dungeon soldiers, it is of little value. It can only be used as an impulse soldier."
Lin Sheng held the epee and pulled out.
hiss....
The monster's chest gradually glowed with a dark red flame. The flame instantly ignited the monster's body, and soon it was burned into a pool of black ash.
Even the flesh had armor, and all that remained was turned black and gray.
As soon as the strange dark red flame appeared, Lin Sheng took a step back and frowned.
He did not dare to touch this flame, and the Holy Spirit in his body felt threat when the flame appeared.
"The strength is average, but there will be a dark red fire of this self-destructive nature." He noted in his heart.
Soon the black ash burned by the flames rose up, and all the black lines converged into one, and flew towards Lin Sheng, sinking into him.
Every memory of the soldier's practice of axe flowed into his mind.
"Is the basic axe technique? These don't matter ... the important thing is that there is still something of an intellectual nature to be found here." Lin Sheng frowned and searched in the fragments of the soul.
No entity can be brought out in the dream, so the only thing that can help him is the knowledge of the spell system, or the ritual, or the pure energy body.
It's a pity that this monster doesn't have much memory, and he was not a high-ranking guy in his lifetime, just a guard. No advanced knowledge available.
After getting the basic axe, Lin Sheng stooped to pick up an axe and played around with it, feeling a lot easier.
With an epee in hand and an axe in hand, he continued to walk deep into the hall.
On the left side of the hall, there is a side door open in the darkness.
The horned helmet fighter just now probably came from there.
Lin Sheng walked slowly towards the open side door.
Just within five meters, a team of horned fighters slowly walked out of the side door.
A horned fighter walked out with a hatchet. They immediately found Lin Sheng standing in the hall.
No roar, no roar, the team of five horned fighters raised their weapons and rushed up without a word.
Lin Sheng is no longer a novice rookie. He took a step back and sideways, avoiding the first warrior axe. The epee in his hand went up.
Alas.
A soldier was severely cut through a deep crack from the crotch to the helmet. The dark red flame burst out and burned it to ashes.
Lin Shengshun held up his epee and slanted to the left. Cut off the second person's neck.
He turned around and turned the epee in a series. With the huge whistling and impact, he slammed the axe waved by the other three horn fighters.
Dangdang Dangdang! !!
After three loud bangs, Lin Sheng's blade accelerated and rushed forward, hitting three horned fighters.
A few seconds later, the armor on the chests of the three men was cut into deep wounds, and the dark red flames burst out, burning them into ashes.
Lin Sheng stood in place, watching the five black lines condense and forming, and hurriedly shot at him, blending into his chest.
"Six. Forty-four need to be promoted ..."
Holding a somewhat blunt sword, he replaced it with a sharp edge and strode into the side door.
Inside the side door were a group of horned fighters who were quickly gathering. In the small side hall, at least thirty horned fighters gathered in one breath.
These monsters were silent and rushed towards Lin Sheng with a hatchet in their hands.
In the darkness of their helmets, two red lights lit up, as if activated by some kind of fanatical aggression.
Lin Shengqiang endured the impact of the memory fragments of the soul that had only been absorbed in his head. The body maintained a half-dragon state and slammed forward.
The epee burst into full force at the first moment, tearing the two horned fighters' breastplates in front of Lin Sheng. But that's it for now.