Dungeon Player

Samael rushed into the crowd of players, like a wolf like a flock of sheep, waving the spear in his hand crazily. He had decided to collect the souls of these ugly little greenskins, and then torture them crazily.

He wants to watch them suffer every day, watch them suffer, watch them act like ants, give up all dignity and beg for mercy from himself.

Samael had already thought of ten thousand ways to torture them. Of course, first of all, he would taste their panicked and frightened expressions.

That look was not unfamiliar to Samael, because he had seen the look of fear on those humble mortals more than once.

For this reason, he didn't even kill them all immediately. Instead, after swooping down, he first trampled to death the goblin who just called him "grandson", and then raised his hand to catch a dual-wielder who tried to retreat hastily. Goblins with daggers.

Samael planned to squeeze him to death slowly and little by little.

But he had just captured the goblin. Apart from a little panic, the goblin's face did not have the fear he expected. Moreover, he clenched the two daggers in his hands and stabbed Samael frantically. stand up.

The goblin named [Burning Chest Hair] had his face turned the color of pig liver because Samael choked his throat, but he still shouted with his only breath through his teeth:

"Flat slash, critical hit, flat slash, critical hit..."

There was another goblin shouting below:

"The chest hair is dead! I told you not to grab the hatred. When you fight the monsters later, just fight the monsters and stop shouting. All outputs should be retreated quickly. Don't die! Especially weapons, you must do it before you die. Throw it where it’s easy to pick it up!”

After shouting, a large group of people dispersed, showing quite high tactical literacy.

Although during the running process, there were two people jumping up and down, and there was a 360-degree rotation in the air.

Samael didn't know why he did this, but the group of little green skins like fleas dispersed all of a sudden, which really made it impossible for Samael to kill them immediately.

Samael crushed the goblin who was still shouting in his hand like an ant to death, and then threw his limp body to the ground. Samael walked towards the goblin who had been shouting just now.

From the player's perspective, it was as if the BOSS, after killing an OT player, began to move towards the next target of hatred.

As for the method of judging hatred...

"Cao Ni Ma, this stupid game determines hatred based on the volume of the sound?!"

"I'm laughing so hard, you're dead with your pants."

"Pants, the boss ran towards you!"

"You are so paralyzed by laughter, hurry up and bring back the hatred of the BOSS!"

Umekawa Kuko shouted as he ran away, but the reality was that there was no place convenient for him to escape.

However, the players who were naked as tanks quickly rushed up and shouted:

"You will die suddenly tonight!"

"I will put the resurrection armor on your horse with my own hands, and then kill your mother twice with my own hands!"

"There is Kuafu in your paralysis!"

"Damn it, what does Kuafu mean?"

"Chasing the sun."

"In the same way, you can still have Hou Yi in your paralysis."

"Shoot the sun?!"

“What if there’s the Titanic?”

"Where's Nuwa? Do you want to make up for it?"

"If there is a storm, he will dominate the world."

"You made me laugh so hard, you idiots, where did you learn this?! Hahahahaha!"

"These days, if you are not polite and easy-going, you don't dare to come out to cause trouble."

"I am elegant and easy-going in online games."

"Why can you be so vulgar?!"

The players who pulled monsters spat out fragrance at Samael like crazy. Samael originally went to Umekawa Kuzi, but when he heard those people yelling at him, even though he couldn't understand many of the words and Samael didn't have a mother, he couldn't help it. Angry, because you don’t need to think about it to know that this is an insult to yourself.

Samael turned around and swiped his spear, killing several players who were closer to him on the spot. However, those players were still smiling without any fear or panic.

Not only that, they were also very happy. After the dead people turned into magic and dissipated in the air, people quickly joined in from the side, and then continued to jump around to provoke Samael.

But when Samael was about to kill all the players, Sherlock came back step by step.

The clothes on his body were slightly damaged, but they did not cause much harm to Sherlock.

"Samael." Sherlock walked towards Samael:

"You can't defeat us. Here are the bravest warriors in the entire underground world. Even without me, they will stop you."

"Are these the little greenskins you are talking about? If you expect these dirty little greenskins to stop me, give up this idea now and kneel down to me! Sherlock!"

Samael opened his hands, as if he had begun to declare his victory. The strength in his body continued to surge, and his shoulders bulged in two balls. Then, as black liquid burst out and burst, another pair of black feather wings spread out. .

A total of four wings behind Samael slowly unfolded. With the increase of trees on the wings, his power seemed to have risen to a new level.

A piece of black feather slowly fell down.

Samael raised his head and stretched out what could only be called a "claw" above his head.

A violent blow appeared on the side of Samael's head. Samael's body flew out and was then nailed to the damaged wall not far away.

Circles of cracks appeared throughout the wall, and Samael's huge body was "hanged" on the wall by a black spear, still swinging left and right due to inertia.

The spear passed through Samael's head, and the tip of the spear was deeply nailed to the wall. The black breath emanating from the tip of the spear made Samael show a painful expression, and then a series of black mist came from Samael. The eyes, nostrils, and mouth appeared on your face, and then quickly disappeared into the air.

Samael's own spear began to gradually dissipate, and the four wings behind him began to slowly shatter.

"Sherlock, is this your plan? Let Samael out and then make a big fuss?"

A thin figure wearing a tutu stood on the gun.

Compared to Samael's huge body, Lilo's body looked extremely petite.

A pair of wings filled with black light spread out behind Lilo, and the magical light spread out as if it were substantial.

"Of course it's more than that." Sherlock looked at Lilo with a smile, and then pointed at Samael's dissolving body. Soon a huge orb fell to the ground, covered with a layer of dust:

"This is my main reason. It's the key to conquering the Kingdom of Heaven, Lilo."