Dungeon Player

Chuhe felt that his heart was beating fast. Even though it was a game, the physiological reactions that he would have in reality were basically present in the game.

The dozen or so players who were in charge of tanks like him were all in their respective positions at this time.

Lord Sherlock in front of him was grabbing the back of Samael's head and pressing it to the ground.

Then he saw a beam of light shooting out from where Sherlock hammered, knocking the lord Lao Xia away.

"Now! It's our stage!"

In the eyes of players, this is the performance of the BOSS battle entering a new stage.

Hoe He took the lead and rushed out. In the big hole made by Sherlock's fist, Samael, who was covered in blood and flesh, had just stood up.

I saw a dozen goblins walking over without any clothes and only carrying shields. They were spitting out sweet fragrance as they walked:

"Draw it up? Come on! Grandson!"

"I am your father! You idiot!"

"Come and hit me! Come and hit me!"

"Catch me and I'll give you witty syrup!"

"Waaaaaah——!"

Samael stood up completely from the pit. His shirt had been completely damaged in the fight. The damaged flesh and tissue that had been hammered by Sherlock were constantly squirming and coming together again. Soon a human figure with skin and flesh was torn and re-formed. Appear.

Samael's body surged with black magic power uncontrollably. He opened his mouth and let out a terrifying roar that was not like a human being:

"Roar--!"

Along with his roar, his mouth opened exaggeratedly, and even his cheeks were torn into threads.

The charging players couldn't help but pause when they saw this terrifying scene, but they quickly continued to charge.

Samael opened his legs towards the players and pointed the spear in his hand at the players.

However, a figure flashed past and hit Samael. Sherlock pressed his knee against Samael's chest, then raised his fist as big as a sandbag and punched Samael in the face without hesitation.

The players had already rushed to Samael's side at this time.

The role of the tanks was basically useless, because Sherlock had firmly pinned Samael under him, and the melee outputs also took advantage of this rare opportunity to rush over and deal crazy output.

"Flat slash! Critical hit! Flat slash! Critical hit!"

The dual-wielding dagger violent thief rolled his burning chest hair and rushed to Samael who was lying on the ground. Then he held two daggers and stabbed Samael's tall body, and aimed at Samael's upper body. , "drawing pictures" with a dagger crazily.

However, compared to the inefficient attack method of burning chest hair, the attack method of the hoe on the side is much more effective.

Hoe He held a spear, aimed it at the side of Samael's ribs and stabbed it deeply, and then his wooden stick was melted by the black liquid.

Most of the players' weapons and equipment will be corroded to a certain extent when they come into contact with Samael's body. However, the better the quality of the weapons and equipment and the higher the bonus layer, the lower the degree of corrosion.

While Sherlock was suppressing Samael, the players launched a wave of crazy output, but Samael roared angrily again, and the players immediately ran away.

It was obvious that Samael was about to get up.

The damage done by this BOSS is obvious to everyone. Without Lord Sherlock, melee players would definitely not dare to fight.

"Rewind the melee output quickly! The remote station outputs the longest distance! All tanks are ready! Don't accidentally injure Lao Xia with the remote output!"

Umekawa Kuko shouted loudly as the commander, and then saw all the melee output retreat immediately, and then sparse arrows shot over.

The long-range players, led by Sylvanas, quickly began to deal crazy damage to Samael.

Samael withstood Shylock's fierce attacks and the players' attacks.

Although players' attacks are similar to mosquito bites, in addition to the attack effects, there are also annoying effects that are the same.

The muscles all over Samael's body were bulging. He was frantically trying to push away Sherlock's attack, and he couldn't even concentrate on dealing with Sherlock.

However, when Sherlock and the players attacked Samael, the muscles on Samael's body swelled more and more, and the bodies of the snake-faced servants who were trembling with the players weakened one by one. After collapsing, the blood on their bodies seeped out from every inch of their skin and continued to flow along the ground towards Samael.

Although some players tried to trap the blood, unless someone was carrying a water bottle, it was impossible to stop the blood. Some players tried to drink the blood into their stomachs, but the blood quickly came out from the outlet behind their buttocks. Then it continued to flow towards Samael.

Samael, who had been suppressed, suddenly burst out with energy, forcing Sherlock back, and then began to frantically absorb the blood that was flowing rapidly.

Blood continued to pour from all directions and converged on Samael's body.

The players were still shooting wildly at Samael, but those arrows shot at Samael could no longer have the same effect as before.

Samael's body also began to become more and more twisted with the accumulation of blood and the expansion of muscles. On his shoulders, the second bare wing also made a loud sound. , broke through the limitations of skin and flesh, and grew out.

Samael's momentum became even more fierce because of the appearance of another wing.

"It's really bad, Sir Sherlock. Your One Punch Man doesn't seem to be very effective against someone of Samael's level." Blue said worriedly:

"Why don't we try the magic cannon? In fact, I was very surprised just now. Why do you never use the magic cannon when there is a magic cannon, and also restrict the use of other players? If it is because you are worried about the consumption of magic power. Hurry up, as long as Samael can be blown to pieces with a few shots, the consumption of magic power is not a big problem at all."

"Don't worry, the situation is still under my control." Sherlock looked at Samael, whose figure was growing rapidly in front of him. The two pairs of bare fleshy wings also began to gradually turn black, and patches of black feathers appeared. Sherlock thought for a while and added:

"perhaps."

After completing his transformation, Samael flapped his wings and soared into the sky. His huge black wings spread out in the air, and then he swooped down towards the players below. Obviously, he was more powerful than Sherlock now. The main goal is to kill players.

"Tanks ready!"

Meichuan Kuzi yelled, then stood up and bravely faced Samael who was swooping over:

"grandson!"