Compared to the five-yard-tall Ceristoter, the Dark Gladiator looked like a malnourished child.

The Ceristoter, clad in golden armor from head to toe, resembled a resurrected Titan from ancient times, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

It would be dangerous if the Ceristoter got close!

Under Nie Yan's mental command, the Dark Gladiator suddenly leapt high, pouncing towards the Ceristoter.

Seeing the Dark Gladiator pounce on him, the green fire in the Ceristoter's eye sockets flickered, filled with contempt for the weak Dark Gladiator. He waved his left hand, sweeping the Dark Gladiator away.

The Dark Gladiator rolled and landed, crashing against the corner of the wall, a damage value of -139 floating above his head.

The Ceristoter's attack was truly terrifying. With the Dark Gladiator's high defense, he instantly lost more than 20% of his health.

The Dark Gladiator staggered to his feet and pounced on the Ceristoter again.

Only by having the Dark Gladiator hold back the Ceristoter would he have enough time to escape.

It wouldn't be easy to summon a summon like the Dark Gladiator in the future. Although it was a bit of a pity, there was no other way. Besides, the Dark Gladiator's summoning time was about to end.

The Dark Gladiator hugged the Ceristoter's waist tightly. The Ceristoter raised the giant sword in his hand, the sword light flashing, and one of the Dark Gladiator's arms flew up. Then, with an elbow strike, the Dark Gladiator flew out again.

The Ceristoter was an undead creature, and like all undead, it moved clumsily, each movement appearing extremely stiff. Therefore, the Dark Gladiator was able to dodge some fatal attacks.

The Dark Gladiator landed with only 21% of his health remaining, unable to withstand another blow from the Ceristoter.

Nie Yan's heart was extremely tense. The Dark Gladiator had only slightly hindered the Ceristoter's footsteps, but still couldn't stop the Ceristoter from approaching him.

Eight seconds... six seconds... five seconds...

The Ceristoter raised the giant sword in his hand, the sharp sword flashing with a bright, cold light. It was a deadly butcher's knife!

Nie Yan seemed to see himself being dismembered, his eyes glancing at the Dark Gladiator struggling to get up not far away, his heart extremely anxious. Faster, faster, faster.

The Dark Gladiator got up, and before he could even stand steady, he crashed into the Ceristoter.

The Ceristoter's giant sword was about to strike Nie Yan when the Dark Gladiator charged over. With a bang, the Ceristoter staggered a few steps from the Dark Gladiator's impact. It angrily swung its giant sword and slashed horizontally.

A cold light flashed, and the Dark Gladiator was cut in two, falling to the ground,碎骨四散开来.

The Ceristoter chopped the Dark Gladiator into pieces and turned to face Nie Yan.

Three seconds, two seconds, one second.

The Return Scroll finally finished its channeling, and a white light flashed, Nie Yan disappearing into thin air.

The scene changed, and Nie Yan reappeared in Calore, his heart still tense. He had finally gotten rid of that guy. The only pity was that the Dark Gladiator was gone.

Oh well, there was nothing he could do about it. Even if he hadn't been killed by the Ceristoter, the Dark Gladiator would have died anyway.

But since he got the Sogoth's Cloth Boots, his goal was considered complete. Next was to figure out how to put on these cloth boots.

"Where are you guys now?" Nie Yan sent a message to Big Brother Seven and the others.

"We're already back, at the pharmacy in Calore," Big Brother Seven said. There were too many monsters in the Sogoth Ancient City, and they had run out of potions, so they had returned early.

"Come to the auction house," Nie Yan messaged Big Brother Seven.

"Okay."

After a while, Big Brother Seven and the others walked over from the east side of the street.

"Hello," Nie Yan nodded to them. If it weren't for them this time, Nie Yan wouldn't have gotten that batch of gems and Sogoth's Cloth Boots.

"Hello," Big Brother Seven and Forgotten also greeted him.

"Did you complete your quest?" Forgotten asked. He didn't ask what the quest was, after all, it was Nie Yan's privacy.

"I finished it," Nie Yan nodded and said, "According to the agreement, I will give you a Gold-grade equipment."

"Just forget about that equipment," Big Brother Seven declined.

"You guys lost two teammates. I can't let you work for nothing. Otherwise, it would be too unreasonable," Nie Yan said, and applied to trade with Big Brother Seven. He had a pretty good impression of Big Brother Seven and the others. They were quite honest, and he could interact with them in the future.

Big Brother Seven clicked confirm and was shocked when he saw the equipment placed in the trade window.

It was a warrior's shoulder armor. Although it could only be worn at level 10, it was definitely a good item. Strength +13, Tenacity +17. Such equipment would cost at least thirty silver coins on the market.

Big Brother Seven thought that Nie Yan would just give him a random Gold-grade item as a token gesture, after all, even the most ordinary Gold-grade equipment was valuable, since the base stats were there, but he never expected that Nie Yan would give such good equipment. Big Brother Seven didn't decline this time. To decline for the sake of face would be irresponsible to the team. A warrior's defensive equipment was extremely important to the team!

"We won't stand on ceremony. If Brother Nie Yan needs any help in the future, we will definitely go all out!" Big Brother Seven's tone was sincere, not as superficial as before.

Nie Yan originally thought of giving an ordinary Gold-grade equipment as a token gesture, but later, seeing Big Brother Seven and the others do their best to lure monsters for him, and even losing two teammates, he couldn't let them lose money. Anyway, he couldn't use this warrior's shoulder guard, and as for money, he didn't care about that little bit of money.

If these people were to decline pretentiously for a long time, it would make Nie Yan feel disgusted. He preferred more straightforward people, who were easier to associate with and not hypocritical. He glanced at the team members behind Big Brother Seven and said, "If I need help in the future, I will still look for you guys. Maybe I will even ask you to form a team."

"We will definitely go gladly," Forgotten interjected from the side. They didn't have a fixed team, and although they had always had the idea of forming a team, they hadn't had time to implement it. If Nie Yan was willing to form a team with them, they couldn't ask for more. They wanted to pull Nie Yan into their team before, but now it seemed impossible. Their small temple really couldn't keep a great god like Nie Yan.

The game had only been open for a week, and there were indeed not many people who could form a team. Now was an excellent time for Nie Yan to recruit top players. He could often collect some good things, farm high-level elites, and occasionally run a dungeon with a team, which would also be a good choice.

Nie Yan chatted with Big Brother Seven, Forgotten, and the others for a while, and felt that these people were pretty good, so they added each other as friends to facilitate contact.