The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

A phantom flew fast, bringing out a cold cold light.

In the cold light, there seemed to be circular fluctuations, like ripples rippling in the air, as if it could be obtained by probing, but there seemed to be nothing.

I didn't have time to watch this series of phantoms that I created, not because I didn't want to, but I was a little weak, and maintaining a huge killing intent required almost equal amount of physical strength.

To be honest, at this moment, I feel my physical strength is declining rapidly.

If Harold invited me to form a team earlier, or I joined this team earlier, it might not be as strenuous as I am now. After all, the previous monsters also caused me a lot of physical exertion.

But the situation in front of me forced me to retreat.

Every powerful monster has more or less vassals around him. They sometimes act as cannon fodder before the war, and sometimes act as obstacles in the way. That is to say, once they choose to retreat, they will inevitably encounter these vassals. Under the interception and flanking, it is easy to collapse.

Furthermore, these killing intents flowing out of my body, at this moment, have occupied the dominant power of the body. Even if I ignore my body, it will be driven by the killing intent to launch a charge that is not afraid of death. This kind of compelling feeling made me very unhappy, but at the same time, in my heart, there was another feeling that surprised me.

This feeling is not bloodthirsty, not killing, but an experience I have never had before. I can't describe it in specific language, but can only express it in an abstract vocabulary: proud.

At a distance of less than two meters from the steps of the ghost face spider, my legs were bent, and a majestic force was accumulated from my knees to my feet. In the blink of an eye, I felt that my feet were like a cannon that ignited the lead. The majestic power did not vomit, and then the next instant, the power of both feet suddenly exploded, and the whole person jumped more than three meters high out of thin air, like an eagle falcon, and rushed towards the ghost face spider.

Less than five meters away from the ghost face spider, I turned around, holding the handle in both hands, with the tip of the knife facing outwards. I didn't expect a single blow to kill, but at least I had to give it a hole the length of the blade!

The figure was descending rapidly, and the distance between them was already less than four meters. Not far behind, I had heard the charging shouts of Harold and others.

At a distance of three meters, I saw the lingering fear in the eyes of the ghost face spider and the unreleased anger. I grinned and smiled coldly: "If you are awesome, jump up and bite me! You bite Me! You beat me! You beat..."

I don't know if it understood what I said, or was furious with my mockery--a forelimb, suddenly lifted up high, drew it at me like a whip.

Looking at the thick forelimbs that were drawn like a whip, my whole body was shocked at that moment, and there was only one thought in my heart: Damn it, this is a big game!

Right now, he hurriedly adjusted his posture, changing from a piercing action to a slashing action to defend against the attack.

Although the forelimbs of the ghost face spider are very powerful, my power cannot be underestimated. After all, a series of bonuses such as gravitational potential energy, plus kinetic energy, plus killing intent, have also turned me into one in a very short time. A menacing human shell!

Coupled with this sharp straight sword in my hand, and the combat technique effect attached to the straight sword, I changed from a human shell into a human armor-piercing shell!

Anyone who has played the game knows that once the armor is broken, it is equivalent to being naked against a sharp blade. You can be abused as you want, and you can only stare at the Yali butterfly, the name of the Yali butterfly. , But there is no way to resist!

At this moment, I was holding a piercing sword in my hand, like a human-shaped cannonball, rushing to the ghost-faced spider that was close at hand to break the wind!

Watch me break you---Uh!

puff!

With a muffled sound, I was severely hit by the ghost face spider's forelimb, and at the same time, my Tachi also released all the strength and destructive power accumulated on it on that forelimb.

Then, my whole person turned into a human cannonball again, but this time instead of flying downwards, but flying back, I drew out a phantom again and smashed back to the place where I had jumped before.

Falling back to the ground, I was smashed. This is not the most terrible thing. The thing that scares me the most is the long step that stuck in my chest.

Could it be that... the ghost face spider is in front of me?

This conjecture scared my nerves and poked out my head tremblingly...Huh? The behemoth is still a few meters away from me, that is to say... is this a broken foot?

Look again at the position of my chest... it turned out to be the thick black hair on the feet!

"Uh..." I groaned, using the hand guard as a point, and with all my strength, I pulled out the forelimbs inserted in my chest. Every time I pulled out one, there would be a splash of blood. At the same time, There was an unspeakable pain, but if it didn't come out, it was not only unsightly, but it didn't even continue to fight.

Gritting my teeth, holding back the pain, I continued to push my steps away from my body inch by inch. The blood flowed out, puffs of pain came, and the pain made me almost cry. Fortunately, I was used to being injured. Feelings, this injury can still survive for me.

A few pastor sisters rushed forward and wanted to help me, but I stopped them directly.

It's not that I don't need their help, but I really can't believe them. If there is a deviation in the pulling process, my wounds may tear a lot.

Pulling out all the leg hairs, I was about to collapse and fall to the ground. I forced myself to get up and panted again and again. The priests and sisters have begun to treat me.

The healing light is continuously delivered, helping me to accelerate the healing of the wounds I have started to heal.

Looking at the wound that gave birth to new granulation, I suddenly thought: Could the healing power of this metamorphosis be related to the red crystal that Amon gave me to eat?

The previous battle with the Amon appeared in my mind. I remembered that after being cut repeatedly by me, Amon’s body would heal in a very short period of time. Could it be that... it took what it had Is that healing power given to me?

Give me the identity of the enemy?

why?

In his mind, that Amon suddenly appeared, the relief in his eyes before he died.

Why?

Why is this?

Suddenly, I didn't understand the reason for all of this, let alone the meaning of relief.

At the moment of chaos, my killing intent rose again, blowing away the pastor girls who were treating me in an instant. Fortunately, the momentum was not strong and they were not injured, but when they climbed up one by one, they looked With panic and fear.

I did not turn my head to apologize to them, it would become more troublesome to do so, but I understand their eyes well, that is, the fear of death!

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