Diablo Destruction

The yellow sand of the desert. Only when you are in the western desert can you realize its majesty. At a glance, it is endless yellow, as if you are in a world of sand, and you are just an insignificant grain of sand. The undulating sand dunes are like It's a sea that is undercurrent by still waves. The huge rising sand waves seem to be moving from the stillness at the next moment, slamming down and submerging everything.

The desert under the soft wind is calm and magnificent. The wavy texture lines make people marvel at the uncanny workmanship of nature. Walking on the soft and delicate yellow sand, you can feel the passion of the sand with every breath. Every step can leave clear footprints on it.

In this peaceful desert, a string of clear footprints against the grain extends to the end of the dunes, waiting for the wind and sand to submerge them.

Following this series of footprints, a sudden black spot appeared in this yellow ocean. His whole body was shrouded in a black robe. His thin body made the bottom of the robe almost drag the floor. Unlike the black cloak that everyone wears nowadays, His black robe is an authentic mage robe, and his body also exudes strong magic fluctuations.

His speed is not fixed, sometimes slow and sometimes slow, and sometimes he even teleports and appears on the other side of the dune. Putting aside why a senior mage who masters teleportation at least level four appears here, experienced One could tell at a glance from his not very clever actions that he was probably following someone.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood blankly for a while, seemingly at a loss. Then he teleported and appeared on the top of the sand dune. From a high position, he saw a small green dot thousands of meters away. He was thoughtful. After thinking for a while, he did not approach the oasis, but rested where he was. This move is enough to prove his stalking behavior.

A full afternoon passed, and the cold wind blew quietly at night. The mysterious mage stood up, looked at the oasis in the distance, and frowned. Something was wrong. Since the other party entered the oasis, his aura has completely disappeared. And logically speaking, it is impossible for her to stay in the oasis for such a long time.

Did you really find yourself?

He smiled bitterly, but a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

After standing hesitantly for a while, he finally moved slowly towards the oasis, without hiding his whereabouts, and just stepped into the oasis slowly.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling through the grass and the occasional chirping of insects, and there was a strange aura in all directions. Experienced mages know that this is the so-called murderous intent.

He walked through the grass at a slow pace, not caring about the enemies peeping in the dark. Then he came to the small lake and looked around. There was no sign of a campfire, not even a sign that anyone had been there, and the last bit of luck was finally gone.

Just when he squatted down and spooned water with his hand, he was about to drink it. The long-prepared attack was finally launched. Three arrows from three different directions each struck in the shape of a Zigzag towards the back of the mage. In the darkness of the night, these nine arrows made no sound, blending with the darkness. As one body.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow was less than half a meter away from the mage's back, and the nine arrows blocked all his dodge trajectories. Time seemed to slow down, and the mage who squatted down to drink water seemed not to notice the nine arrows at all, but still put the water into his mouth with a calm expression.

At the moment when the arrowhead was close to his back, the mage's body suddenly twisted strangely, dodging three of the arrows, and the other six were shot solidly in his back, two of which even went straight to his head.

A strange thing happened, and six arrows were left nailed to the mage's body. But it was as if it had been shot on an iron block. It was bounced away without any power.

However, the attacks did not stop. Immediately behind the arrows, five flaming spears enveloped him from all directions. The mage focused his gaze, staring closely at the five spears approaching him, and finally stopped at the penultimate spear. , as if the other four didn't exist, just barely dodged the one he paid attention to, and the remaining four were inserted.

The same situation happened with the arrows. The other four didn't have any power at all. They bounced out after being shot. The spear he dodged disappeared into the lake. After a surge, the red light suddenly appeared. The bottom of the lake flashed, and the entire oasis shook gently. Strong bubbles suddenly appeared on the calm lake surface, and a huge explosive airflow rose from the bottom of the lake, suddenly lifting the entire lake surface, and tons of lake water was washed up dozens of meters. High in the sky, and then falling suddenly, the entire oasis was beaten into a mess by this man-made heavy rain.

If a discerning person saw this kind of power, they would probably immediately exclaim, this is not a flame spear, it is clearly an Amazon explosive arrow.

The rain blurred his vision. Amidst the sound of raindrops, the slight "pop" sound of the forest was completely covered up. As the sound rang out, nine more arrows approached the mage. Although these nine arrows It seems to be exactly the same as the first wave, but if you look carefully, you will find that they were not shot at the same time. There seems to be a slight difference in the order of the two. It is impossible for anyone who is not careful to see it.

However, the pouring rain had already blurred his vision. No matter how powerful the mage was, he could not distinguish this tiny difference. He was slightly stunned, but had no choice but to flash past one of them just like the first time. He formed a group of arrows, but was hit by six other arrows.

This time the arrows were not bounced away like the first time, but were actually shot into the mage's body. However, the mage's equipment seemed to be good. Six arrows were inserted into the black robe, but the hole was not deep. Just know that no harm was done to him.

After the heavy rain, the dry oasis has turned into a wetland. The level of the small lake has dropped by at least one meter. The mage by the lake has turned into a drowned rat with six arrows stuck in his body. It looks like Very embarrassed, no longer the mysterious image he had at the beginning.

The mage who was so humiliated surprisingly did not seem to be angry. A bright light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to contain pain, remembrance, and relief. It was extremely complicated, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth - he could not let the other party be proud. .

Thinking like this, he slowly raised his hands. A huge and terrifying wave of magic radiated from his body, and the bright red fire gathered at a speed inversely proportional to his slowly raised hands. In the blink of an eye, the red light illuminated the entire evening oasis. Like a second sun, the sun that had no time to sink completely lost its light.

When the dazzling red light reached its peak, it suddenly condensed into something tens of meters in diameter. The round boulder flashing with blazing flames floated above the mage's raised hands. The huge heat emitted instantly boiled and evaporated the lake water next to it.

Meteorite - this is the first thought that comes to everyone's mind after seeing this burning boulder.

Holding the sun-like meteorite high in his hand, the mage under the cloak smiled calmly and murmured slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Meteorite - burst."

The fuse of the disaster was triggered. After these words, the originally stable meteorite cracked open countless gaps without warning. The flames sprayed out from the gaps burned the plants within a hundred meters into charcoal. The next moment, the entire meteorite exploded and split into hundreds of head-sized red comets, scattering in all directions.

The green oasis turned into hell, and every piece of gravel shot out was more powerful than the druid's lava rock. Accompanied by the sound of hundreds of bombs exploding at the same time, the original oasis was now only a sea of ​​craters and fire.

Putting down his hands, the mage seemed to have accomplished an insignificant thing. He observed the sea of ​​fire surrounding himself with a relaxed expression, his sharp eyes seeming to see through the blazing flames, seeing everything around him clearly.

As time passed, the sea of ​​​​fire slowly became smaller. In the gradually extinguished sea of ​​​​fire, a black shadow suddenly appeared and slowly approached the mage.

The golden hair was flying in the flames, making the figure look like an inviolable god of war. His blue eyes were emotionless and stared at the mage closely. His cold gaze revealed the aura of a beast and the instinct to kill.

Even though she was embarrassed by the explosion of the mage's meteorite, her figure still stood upright and arrogant, and her eyes showed a determination to kill, prey on the weak, and hunt and be hunted. She has long seen through the absolute laws of these jungles. His hands were stained with blood, and his body was covered with scars. She had long been numb to the fear of death.

This is Sharna, those unyielding eyes, that ferocity that treats life like grass, like a beast that knows no pain and never retreats, making people feel cold before they fight.

Seeing Sharna like this, the mage's expression fluctuated violently, his eyes suddenly became hot, and his dry mouth moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, he clenched his fist, his expression darkened, and finally changed back to that look. Fu Jing's expression.

In a short period of time, Sharna quickly adjusted her messy breath. In order to dodge the opponent's terrifying indiscriminate attack, she could only hold her breath and bury her body in the deep mud. Fortunately, she had prepared a lot before that. Traps, of course, require means of self-protection.

The sound of slight breathing and the "pop" of the unextinguished flames echoed around the two of them. No one spoke, and a sense of solemnity filled the space between the two.

The fire took away a lot of oxygen, and Sharna felt a dizzy feeling of suffocation in her breathing. However, with firm perseverance and Amazon's unique method, she quickly smoothed out the messy breath, and her breathing gradually became finer and longer, until It disappears, and even the most sensitive beast cannot detect it if it gets close.

trap? Although she had arranged the entire oasis into an Amazon death hunting area in one afternoon, most of these traps had been destroyed in the mage's meteorite explosion. Even if there were some left, Sharna had already destroyed them. Not going to use it anymore.

She had a feeling that the mage enemy in front of her was very familiar with Amazon's traps. Otherwise, no matter how powerful a mage was, he would not be able to see through the first two waves of traps with his eyesight alone. As for the third wave, it was completely Seize the opportunity at the right time and place. Such an opportunity will not appear again. What puzzles her is that the enemy has obviously mastered the high-level skill of the mage, Meteor. Why doesn't he teleport to dodge his own attack? She doesn't. I think a mage who has mastered the meteorite skill will not learn teleportation.

Playing with prey? Sharna was not angry. When she was kicked out of the tribe at the age of four and danced with wild beasts in the forest, all the wild beasts with stronger strength and higher IQ were willing to take action as long as they were not too hungry. They all have a hobby of toying with their prey. At that time, she was still a young and weak body in the eyes of the beasts, so she encountered such treatment countless times. Many times were even more dangerous than the current situation, and the gap in strength between the two sides was even greater, but she won them all. , or turn defeat into victory, or escape smoothly. After a few years, she killed the opponent with a knife, and all the beasts that played tricks on her eventually became her food.

However, this is not the forest environment that she is best at, and the enemy is no longer just a smart and cunning beast. Perhaps, this will be the most difficult battle in her life. Sharna never thought that she would lose. Even when facing the three demon gods, thinking of defeat before fighting is an insulating word for her.

Silently, she held a short golden spear in her right hand behind her back, and her sea-blue eyes narrowed. A layer of blood red was revealed under the firelight, and the center of gravity slowly lowered at an imperceptible angle. Even the golden ponytail that was originally fluttering uninhibitedly in the beacon fire seemed to be affected by her aura. Gradually settling down and sticking close to her back, Sharna's aura at this moment was completely that of a ruthless and murderous beast with graceful and smooth lines.

Seeing Sharna like this, the mage who was enveloped in magical energy was speechless for a while. His clenched fists and nails dug into his flesh, and gurgling blood flowed, dyeing his robe red.

Forcibly suppressing feelings. The magic on his body surged, and the surrounding terrifying energy even made his toes slowly lift off the ground. The colors of fire and thunder roared and roared around his body.

"Can you tell me how you discovered me?"

The mage finally spoke, with the voice of a middle-aged man, a little hoarse, but more delicate. He even suppressed a trace of tears. Some tenderness - after so many years, finally. Finally, I met her face to face. Her eyes and hair were so similar, they were almost printed from the same mold.

If the voice could determine a person's appearance, then the face of the middle-aged mage in the enveloped magic wave would undoubtedly be delicate and handsome, perhaps with a touch of vicissitudes and sadness.

The middle-aged male mage - let's call him that, is a little curious about how Sharna discovered him. Although his tracking skills are not brilliant, he uses his mental power to capture the other party's traces from a thousand meters away. For an adventurer of more than 20 levels, there is absolutely no chance of being discovered, and after entering the oasis, even his own mental power can hide this, which is not something ordinary Amazons can do.

If someone could hear his voice at this time, they would probably scream in horror - with the mental power that extends to a thousand meters away, wouldn't it mean that like Farah, he has initially mastered the pseudo-realm? Who is he?

"That's because, I..."

Words without any emotion came out of Sharna's mouth. Just when the mage was looking forward to the answer, he was greeted by a touch of gold.

A gold-grade short spear can be thrown as a weapon. The maximum number of throws is forty. Gold-grade equipment is already rare, let alone a gold-grade throwing weapon. Even a certain upstart is reluctant to throw one. Sharna is very good at this. All the capital was lost.

Even the middle-aged mage did not dare to resist the gold-level weapon thrown by the Amazon. His floating body shook slightly, and the next moment he appeared a hundred meters away. It was the skill that the mage relied on most - teleportation.

However, Sharna, who seemed to have seen through the mage's route, the next moment after he heard the teleportation, her figure had appeared less than ten meters away from him, holding a golden short spear in her hand, followed by several The back of the air-piercing arrow dives forward like a cheetah, from seeing the whereabouts to running quickly, shooting arrows, and switching short spears, all in one go. This judgment, this speed, this skill, even the mage can't help but secretly Cheers.

Big fireball.

The mage opened his five fingers, and a giant fireball that was red and white, several times the size of an ordinary fireball, instantly condensed in his palm and was thrown towards Sharna. The huge fireball immediately swallowed up several pitifully small arrows. Then it hit the ground with a violent explosion, flames flew into the sky, and the yellow sand was dissolved into crystals. After the thick smoke, Sharna's location had turned into a shiny round pit.

"call--"

A trace of vigilance flashed in his heart, and the mage's figure suddenly pulled up, and a golden light and shadow just missed passing by his toes. After dodging this blow, the mage did not stop, but continued to increase the distance. Until it is hundreds of meters above the ground.

next moment. The overwhelming rain of arrows enveloped him, making it unbelievable that this rain of arrows shot out like a machine gun was actually shot from a battle longbow.

With a slight wave of his hand, a wall composed of blue light points rotated around his body. The mage's fifth-level ice skill - Ice Armor, not only has super protective performance, but can also deflect long-range arrows and spell projectiles. open. Moreover, after suffering a long-range attack, he will cast revenge ice arrows, which can be said to be one of the practical skills that any mage must master no matter which department he specializes in.

After the ice armor was deployed, the scene suddenly became spectacular. Countless arrows rained upward, hitting the mage's armor and then being bounced away. Then the revenge ice arrows released by the ice armor poured downwards, up and down. The firepower immediately mingled together, no less than modern air defense warfare.

Sharna dodged the ice arrows that were covered like raindrops. While throwing arrows and spears up accurately, the mage is not just a master of one thing. For spears, there are also Amazon bow skills such as magic arrows, ice arrows and explosive arrows. He still knows how to get out of the way. The long-range protection of ice armor is not omnipotent, and he is not specialized in ice magic.

The battle seemed to be in a tense state, but even a fool could tell that Sharna was at a disadvantage. The middle-aged mage just used an ice armor and could dodge some spears and skills at will, but Sharna had to consume arrows, physical strength and magic. If this continues, she will be defeated first because of the excessive consumption. .

After resisting for a while, the advantaged mage suddenly sighed slightly. In fact, he didn't understand why he appeared in front of Sharna. At the beginning, he just wanted to take a few glances from a distance. But he couldn't restrain his impulse, from a few glances to stalking, from stalking to face-to-face. As for fighting, this was not the result he wanted.

Comfort yourself with the excuse of testing your strength? Now the goal has been achieved. The child has grown up, spread his young wings, and flew in directions beyond his reach. This kind of strength can be achieved at more than 20 levels. If he fought with the thought of not wanting her to get hurt, even he would be in a hurry. This is already comparable to the strength of a master at level 40 or 50. How could I have such strength at that time? Seeing her like this, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

But, those guys actually dare to...

The middle-aged mage's expression changed unpredictably. One moment he was happy, his eyes were full of kindness, and the next moment he became extremely vicious. His eyes full of hatred and anger made people shudder. After changing like this several times, he finally calmed down.

The next moment, the ice armor on his body disappeared, replaced by endless spiritual storms. The vast spiritual power was compressed nearly a thousand times, gradually forming a two or three meter diameter around the middle-aged mage, as if it were a physical body. A transparent energy ball, seen from a distance, the figure of the mage inside the ball becomes blurry and taller.

At this moment, all the arrows that came into contact with the sphere suddenly slowed down as if they had been subjected to a time-slowing spell. They were so slow that the mage could catch them with his hands. Even the blazing flames on the exploding arrows were suppressed. It was pale and weak, making a soft sound like a firecracker and then gradually disappearing.

Pseudo domain, activate.

At this moment, the mage was like a god, ignoring those locust-like sharp arrows and swooping towards Sharna.

The huge mental power burst out by the middle-aged mage almost instantly increased the pressure on her heart several times, but Sharna still shot without changing her expression. With the ability she learned in the life-and-death struggle in the jungle, if necessary, She can temporarily "die" her body and even her mind.

After discovering that her strongest explosive arrows were ineffective, Sharna's expression froze as she faced the swooping mage. She decisively put on a golden spear, lowered her weight suddenly, and grabbed the end of the spear with her right hand. One-third of the way, the left hand gently pressed against the front section, the tip of the spear was slightly downward, staring closely at the mage's swooping figure.

Closer, closer.

In an instant, Sharna's eyes widened suddenly. The stationary spear came to life. The tip of the spear shook slightly. She raised her left hand to the top, and then rotated sharply with her right hand. Then she let go and quickly moved to the back end. The tip of the spear was facing the mage's position, and he pushed hard.

Stab and explode. Change - spin and explode.

The rapidly rotating gun head turned into a bolt of lightning. The spear body disappeared in Sharna's hand in an instant. The next moment, Sharna raised her right hand high and pushed the end of the spear with her palm. The other spear tip penetrated the middle-aged mage's field, less than a minute away from his face. , but was held tightly by a big hand and could no longer move forward. The entire spear was still spinning restlessly, creating a stream of burnt smoke in the mage's hand.

"Snapped--"

There was a crisp sound, and the golden spear couldn't bear the torture anymore and broke in response.

Letting go of half of the spear tip in his hand, the middle-aged mage looked at his charred and smoking right hand, and couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue. A shaky figure flashed through his mind - this move looked really familiar.

In the moment when he lost his mind. A ray of white light wiped towards the neck. It turned out to be Sharna who was holding a long dagger at some point. She turned over and struck. The middle-aged mage smiled lightly, and his figure instantly approached, shrouding Sharna in his pseudo-domain. Suddenly, she felt as if her whole body was stuck in a quagmire. Every movement required several times more effort than usual, and her movements inevitably slowed down. The left hand holding the dagger was easily grabbed by the middle-aged mage.

At the same time, the mage's other hand pressed on Sharna's forehead, which shone slightly. Sharna, who was about to struggle, suddenly stopped, and her eyes showed a blank look.

Slowly realize the power of the pseudo-realm, child, this is the only thing I can do for you now. The middle-aged mage's eyes flashed like lightning, and he conveyed the power of the pseudo-realm to Sharna from the palm of his hand without reservation, mixed with some insights that could only be felt but could not be transmitted orally.

Generally speaking, this kind of forced teaching is very dangerous. The power of the pseudo-realm is so huge. Ordinary adventurers - take a weak-willed druid as an example, will be suppressed by such a terrifying power. back. He may be shrouded in shadow for the rest of his life. You will be unable to take a step forward into the pseudo-realm throughout your life, and you may even become an idiot.

But Sharna is different. Her encounters that all adventurers of the same level cannot have gave her extremely strong perseverance and self-confidence. This kind of domain pressure not only failed to cast a shadow on her, but instead stimulated her understanding of the pseudo-realm. Although this understanding It cannot allow her to quickly master the power of the pseudo-realm, but it can allow her to use the power to a higher level in a short period of time. In time, when she has the power to form a pseudo-realm, she may be able to cross this ordinary path in an instant. Adventurers can easily create their own pseudo-domain despite obstacles that they may never be able to overcome in their lifetime.

As for why Farah and Kasha, who also have pseudo-domains, did not teach Sharna, it is because this is an ability unique to the elves and cannot be imitated by other races.

My daughter, my treasure, my pride, Antinoya. Emperor. Vanya. Gallanold, forgive me, a sinner who has never fulfilled any of my father's duties. I am sorry for you and your mother.

By the time Sharna woke up from her hazy state, the middle-aged mage had already disappeared. If it weren't for the traces of battle around her and the vague things in her mind, she might have thought it was just a battle. Dream.

What did that mage do to him just now? It seemed that a power so terrifying that I couldn't even imagine surged into my mind. I could only resist it with my will and perseverance. In the constant defensive battle, I seemed to gradually become familiar with that power. What would happen? What is the power? There is such a wonderful way to use it in the world...

Sharna closed her eyes, immersed in her own understanding, as if she had caught something, but not caught anything. After an unknown amount of time, she gently shook her head and put away all the chaos. , anyway, this sense of familiarity has been deeply imprinted in my mind, and it is the best way to slowly realize it in battle in the future.

Later, she recalled the strange behavior of the mage, who showed no murderous intent or hostility toward her. There was even a slight sense of connection between them, and a sense of spiritual closeness that made her involuntarily let down her guard. Sharna was confused.

The blood-red full moon gradually rose, and the cold moonlight mixed with the cold wind at night in the desert struck Sharna, who was standing in a daze on the battlefield. She woke up, looked up at the moon, and felt an inexplicable rise in her heart. A hint of melancholy.

Elegantly, she put her hands behind her back and skillfully untied the golden ponytail. The flowing hair gently slipped through her fingertips like a golden waterfall, and was gently draped over her shoulders. On her face, the sticky hair was brushed away. Dust cheeks. The cold moonlight shone on it, reflecting the bright light of gold, illuminating the earth and her noble and beautiful face, which reflected each other without any sign of weakness with the blood moon in the sky.

Perhaps it was the appearance of the middle-aged mage, or perhaps it was the cold lonely moon, but Sharna suddenly felt that her heart was empty, with only the cold wind constantly pouring into it. A strange emotion arose uncontrollably in her heart, adding a softness to her sea-blue eyes.

Shaking her head gently, her long hair was curled up in golden waves. Driven by this strange emotion and atmosphere, she suddenly took off her shoes on a whim and untied her ties. Revealing a pair of flawless jade feet. Then she spread her hands, holding a shoe in each hand, and walked back and forth on the sand with her bare feet like a naughty and playful child. She was stunned when she looked at the string of small footprints on the sand. He showed an extremely cute expression, and then involuntarily started to make gestures back and forth on the sand with his jade feet.

For a long time, when the moon rose into the sky, she still did not stop. Instead, she kept retreating harder and more skillfully, gesticulating on the sand with her feet, leaving an endless string of words in front of her, all with the same title and name.

Where are you now? I really want to see you, brother!

"yawn!!!!!"

On the third floor of the prison, I had an earth-shattering sneeze. Its influence is no less than that of the beads with Faraday's full-screen taunt function.

At this time, we are in the middle of the third floor. Well, of course, this is what Kane told me. From my point of view, it is good to know that we are still in the palace prison.

"Did someone miss me?" I rubbed my nose and murmured happily.

"Don't be proud. Maybe some woman whom you have ruthlessly forgotten is cursing you." Farah turned around. He mocked coldly, he was alone. Naturally, I am extremely jealous of my luck as a woman.

"Can I interpret this sentence as the mournful cry of a bereaved dog?" I immediately responded.

"Okay, you two, stop arguing, Farah, and focus on what you are doing." Akara tapped the cane, and the two of us suddenly swallowed our anger.

In front of us is a prison cell with runes carved on the walls. There are no windows on it. The only entrance is a closed door. The whole room is protected by several profound magic circles. It looks like It is a cell for serious criminals.

But in fact, before that, this house had been covered by a hidden magic circle. If Farah had not cracked the hidden magic circle, we would never be able to see this weird "cell" now.

To sum up, this strangely constructed "cell" is most likely where the Horadric clan's teleportation array is located.

Now, Farah is squatting in the corner, clicking her tongue while deciphering the magic runes engraved on the "cell". At the same time, she has to be alert to the movements around her. She still has time to turn around and tease me. This professionalism is really admirable. Incessantly.

"Ah!!! Akala, look at those two bastards."

Looking back, Farah pointed at Kane and I, who had arranged tables and chairs from the inventory and were sitting around talking and drinking tea, and reported to Akala.

"Oh, Wu, if you don't mind, pour me a drink too."

Akara turned back to look at the two of us, and was startled. Just when Farah thought she was going to speak out for justice, she unexpectedly said such a sentence, and she had already done it on the chair I took out with a smile.

"You guys..." Farah suddenly lost his breath.

"He who can do it should work harder. You are the only one among the four who can do this job." The three of us said in unison.

Farah was so stimulated that he didn't say a word, and he fought hard with those magic rune eggs. In less than a cup of tea, he jumped up, shouted "It's done", and then ran over in a hurry. , picked up the pot and drank it gurglingly, as if doing so would make me drunk.

"There are a large group of monsters inside, one of which is a mini-boss."

After taking a breath, Farah wiped his lips and said, looking at me, the meaning is very clear, if you kill the mini-boss monster, you will definitely drop a lot of good things, how about it, are you excited?

I thought for a while and shook my head: "Forget it, kill it and set off quickly."

I am not confident that I can kill the mini-boss without any movement. If I accidentally collapse the entire prison, other things are minor. If all the monsters appear on the palace in the future, then the whole Lu Gaoyin will be in chaos.

Probably considering my concerns, Farah nodded and took the lead in opening the sealed door. We followed closely and looked inside. Khan, the corpses of monsters were already lying on the ground. One of them was very... The conspicuous red-colored giant monster - the Eye of Fire, is more than twice the size of an ordinary intruder. It should be the little boss that Farah mentioned.

In other words, in the time it took me to shake my head in refusal and open the door, Farah had quietly killed all the dozens of monsters inside, including the mini-boss, this old monster!

When we saw clearly the facilities in this so-called "heavy-duty cell", our expressions became even more dull.

Toilet... toilet? ! ! !