Dungeon Player

Black blood vessels appeared on Samael's face, and the stones beside him rolled. They were stone fragments after the statue was broken into pieces.

The rolling stones quickly gathered together and turned into a giant snake made entirely of stones.

The giant stone snake made a rumbling sound and slammed towards Sherlock...

Zhuo Genbao pressed his shield against the body of a goblin. The goblin opened its huge and terrifying mouth, and its snake-like tongue rolled towards Zhuo Genbao's neck, but it was obviously a little shorter.

Ou Chi spear had already stabbed the goblin in the neck with his spear, and then used the spear to pull the goblin away.

But what's strange is that those enemies who were obviously stabbed with fatal injuries just got up the next second as if nothing happened.

The goblin who had been stabbed through the neck jumped forward, reached out and grabbed Ou Chixi's neck, and the spear passed long through his neck, as if there was no problem at all.

"Attack on their heads!"

Someone shouted, and then the goblin's head was chopped off with a swipe of a short knife. The mosaic liquid suddenly spread all over Ou Chimao's body, making Ou Chimai suddenly become mosaic. stand up.

"It's just like a zombie...woo!"

The player didn't even remember to finish his words when he saw the headless corpse standing up and being stabbed through the heart by a sword. He died tragically on the spot and was obviously about to be resurrected.

"Crush them!"

Ou Chi spear howled, then put the spear behind his back, tightened the rope as soon as it was tied, then took out the spare steel knife and roared.

However, no players responded to him, everyone was busy fighting monsters.

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"Brother Pants, if we don't fight the plot monsters, there will be no rewards later!"

While most of the players were busy resisting Samael's troops, Umekawa Kuzi had climbed to the roof of a petrified bungalow, and then looked at the battle taking place not far away. After shouting, Umekawa Kuzi shouted:

"You go and fight first, hoeing. I want to take screenshots. Lao Xia is already showing the plot! Look at how intense the fight is."

"Boom boom boom!"

Almost as soon as Umekawa Kuko finished speaking, the stone giant snake was using its tail to continuously hit the position where Sherlock was standing.

The original ground has now been smashed into a huge pothole. From Umekawa Kuzi's point of view, he cannot see the specific situation in the pothole, but it does not prevent him from taking crazy screenshots.

The tail of the giant stone snake was raised high. Just when it was about to smash down again, it discovered that there was a huge pit in the tail of the giant stone snake, and there were constant spiderweb-like cracks around it. Come on.

"It seems your head is harder than a rock."

Samael took steps step by step, the radiance of magic power condensed in his palm, a pitch-black spear, with circles of spirals smeared on the top of the spear tip with bile and a gray breath of death. Samael's steps spread out.

"You also funded the previous believers of the ancient gods, right? Let me guess what the reward is. Did they help you find the legacy of Rokilangami? Or did they open the door to hell so that you can enter the underground world and the human world?"

Sherlock clenched his fists and continued without panic:

"After your failure, you started to spread literature and art in Winterfell to trick poor Andrew into helping you find Loki Lancaimi's inheritance?"

"Andrew? Is that the name of this superior demon? He believes in Levidan, and his whole body is filled with the original sin of jealousy. Sometimes jealousy is a worse original sin than anger, and it is very easy to exploit."

Samael put his spear against his arm with his backhand. Every step he took was accompanied by gray ripples that spread on the ground.

"Originally, I only needed to use the legacy of Rocky Langkaimi, but you took away all of Rocky Langkaimi's legacy. I had to use the dungeon core of Winterfell, so Winterfell is now It’s all your fault that you’ve become like this.”

"That's a real honor."

Sherlock smiled and said:

"Another evil deed that will be remembered."

"boom--!"

The giant stone snake slammed towards Sherlock, but Sherlock stretched out his fist and punched the giant stone snake.

Time seemed to stop at the moment when the fist came into contact with the giant snake, and then there was a sudden burst of energy, and a continuous three-layer magic circle appeared on Sherlock's fist, expanding in circles, and then there was a hurricane of magic. , following the place where the fist comes into contact with the giant snake, it spins and sweeps across the whole body of the stone giant snake.

The giant stone snake split into pieces almost instantly, and among the flying debris was a spear flashing with the light of death.

Samael, who had a human body, was holding a spear and broke through the fragments of the giant snake. The tip of the spear was pointed directly at Sherlock's heart, but Sherlock ducked out of the way quickly, followed closely by a continuous barrage of spears. The shadow almost enveloped Sherlock's body.

Samael's spear weaved a web of death, and Shylock was like a dancer dancing on the web. However, the dance of death did not last long, because Shylock looked at the opportunity and hit Samael with a fist. Maier's face and Samael's whole body were distorted in an instant. They were violently thrown away by the huge force and crashed into the petrified building, dragging a long line on the ground. long ravine.

"Did you kill him? Lord Sherlock?"

Blue asked in an urgent voice.

"It's not like killing someone."

Sherlock shook his head and raised his fist. On his fist, the black liquid was corroding his skin and making a sizzling sound.

"It's very tricky, Sir Sherlock. We are just a small dungeon that has just started less than half a year ago. We are challenging Samael, one of the seven demon kings. This jump is too big. Will you die? ?”

Blue sounded very worried.

"It's not that exaggerated. This is not Samael's true form. The energy in the core of the Winter City dungeon cannot allow Samael to pass through the gate of hell."

Sherlock said:

"But it's not very optimistic. We can only wait for reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?! Lord Sherlock, do you have any backup?"

As soon as Blue finished speaking, Samael, who was knocked out by Sherlock's fist, had already stood up in the ruins. The clothes on his body had become tattered, and one side of his face was almost flattened. , his entire face was also weirdly distorted, and on his back, an almost abnormal bulge began to appear.

Then there was the sound of flesh being torn apart, and a fleshy wing with only a few black feathers brought up black liquid from his back and spilled onto the ground.

The fleshy wings flapped a few times, and Samael held his own wings with one hand, moved his shoulders, and showed Sherlock a smile full of sharp teeth.