Two figures walked along the maze corridors of the fifth basement level. The air soon rippled again, and the deep blue barrier magic on the ground was triggered. Great Poet's phantom appeared once more, but as far as the eye could see, the end of the corridor still held no sign of him.

The prison warden knight's steps were firm, each step imbued with the confidence of a strong warrior.

Perhaps there would be fifth or sixth-order phantoms along the way, but she wasn't afraid at all.

Great Poet followed behind her, like a secretary in her vicinity.

Leaving the prison warden's office near the entrance transfer hall, the deeper they went into the maze, the more complex the fifth basement level became. Fortunately, Warden Melissa was very familiar with this ever-changing place. With her leading the way, it was much faster than Lanqi looking at the map alone.

As they walked, figures occasionally appeared at the corners—phantoms of the patrol guards of this level. They had almost real appearances, but their figures had a faint transparency, allowing people to recognize their illusory nature at a glance.

The female knight didn't hesitate after seeing the phantoms.

She drew the long sword from her waist, the blade shining coldly in the light.

Before the phantom guards could attack her, the female knight had already predicted their every move. Her body moved nimbly in the space, and each swing of her sword was incredibly precise. As the blade flashed, the phantoms dissipated like smoke.

The movements were smooth and powerful, and the turns and side steps were full of strength and beauty.

The phantom guards couldn't get close to her sword and were all defeated.

Great Poet observed all of this from behind, with no room to intervene.

The female knight not only had superb combat skills but also had a strong fighting spirit. The calm movements revealed a clear determination, as if she were eagerly seeking battle every minute and every second, wanting to become stronger.

Originally, as long as they carefully avoided these phantoms, the phantoms wouldn't actively attack.

In the end, Melissa, the prison warden, cleaned them up for them, which was supposed to be the duty of their prison guards.

As the phantom guards dissipated one by one, the corridor returned to silence.

However, because of the large movements, the bandages on Warden Melissa's body were obviously stained a little redder, and her arms trembled a little more, obviously her condition had deteriorated.

"Are you okay?"

Great Poet stepped forward and asked, staring at the female knight's back.

This warden wasn't any better than those crazy demon martial arts fanatics, using her life to the limit every minute and every second.

Although this path of extreme combat might be her choice as a warrior, Lanqi didn't want such a valuable talent of the Protoss Empire to die young.

Hearing the voice, Warden Melissa couldn't hold on any longer and knelt on the ground, as if the injury had flared up again.

"..."

She lowered her head and took deep breaths for several seconds.

"I'm fine, no need to worry."

The female knight sheathed her sword, stood up with difficulty, turned her eyes, and her eyes were still so indifferently firm.

She signaled Great Poet to continue moving forward.

Great Poet looked a little confused, but still followed.

He thought Warden Melissa was a seventh-order physical profession and should have strong self-healing power.

Like Sigrid, this level of injury would soon recover on its own.

Unless Warden Melissa's stamina attribute was particularly low, and she didn't bring self-healing and recovery-type spells and equipment, why would she configure her cards like this?

The two continued to move through the corridor maze. Melissa showed a belligerent attitude whenever she found phantoms. Her fighting style seemed more insane than her calm appearance. Regardless of her own safety, she often adopted the strategy of preferring to take two hits in order to kill the opponent in seconds.

Under such a dangerous fighting style, Warden Melissa's body gradually accumulated more injuries. Her breathing began to become rapid, and she often stopped, needing to lean against the wall to rest for a while.

No matter how much Great Poet asked her if she needed to recover for a moment, she would deny it, and then continue forward with her body full of pain.

Before long, after the female knight solved a powerful sixth-order phantom in front of her, she also took a few hits herself, and seemed to be staggering, as if she was gritting her teeth to stand.

"If we continue forward, we won't be able to call for prison medical staff. You can just send me here. Thank you very much."

Great Poet looked down at the map on his bracelet and said to Warden Melissa.

Herrom's special rescue medical staff also have a range limit, especially on the fourth to sixth basement levels, they will give priority to their own safety, and their range of activity is extremely limited.

The current location is some distance away from safe locations such as the warden's office and the entrance transfer hall.

Although Lanqi put all his magic cards on Great Poet today, and he can use his magic cards through Great Poet's body, his healing effect is really minimal. Not only can he not relieve the warden's injuries, but he may also torture her.

Lanqi had never seen such a living Bodhisattva and really didn't want to kill this warden.

He had never done anything that would deduct merit in his life, but if he killed such a good person, then he would probably have to deduct merit.

"No..."

Hearing Great Poet's voice, Warden Melissa suddenly fell down.

She supported herself on the ground and gasped for breath several times before barely adjusting her state.

"..."

Just when Great Poet thought that the warden really couldn't hold on this time, she stood up with difficulty like an immortal.

"Keep going, I won't die."

The female knight suppressed her trembling voice and said, taking a step forward.

"?"

At first, Great Poet was surprised by Warden Melissa's tenacious fighting spirit, but gradually, he finally began to feel a little strange.

He couldn't understand the state of this warden's life force.

As long as Warden Melissa didn't torment herself to death, it was as if she wanted to torment herself to death.

It was a little beyond the level of a martial arts fanatic.

But looking at her upright and indifferent face, she didn't look like she had any strange hobbies at all.

Suddenly, a hint of speculation arose in the mind of the black-haired, green-eyed figure.

"Hey."

Great Poet suddenly shouted at Warden Melissa's back.

Bang!

Accompanied by a loud noise, Warden Melissa, wearing a skirt armor, staggered and fell to the ground, trembling and unable to stand up.

"...Are you really calling this no problem?"

Great Poet stared at Warden Melissa and asked softly.

"I...no..."

Warden Melissa, lying on the ground, trembled even more after hearing Great Poet's question. This time, no matter how she wanted to stand up, it was as if the strength in her body had been drained, and she couldn't straighten her body. She was still determined and stubbornly trying to finish her sentence.

(End of this chapter)