I Killed the Dragon

Walking into the town again alone, Gray looked at the surrounding buildings destroyed by him, and slowly passed the town.

Soon, Gray saw Henrik who was waiting for him on the road.

But instead of walking over, he nodded to him, then turned around and walked into the town again from here.

When he walked to a building that was still intact, he stopped, the sword in the lake was put into the backpack, and the spear appeared in his hand.

But before he could move, he suddenly felt dangerous approaching, as if something sharp was aimed at his eyes.

The spear swept forcefully in front of the eyes, as if it had hit something and swept it away.

Although something was hurt, in front of him, there was still an empty street, and there was no sound of anything falling.

Gray turned to the other direction, poked at the end of the spear, and directly hit a soft object, which should be a human body by hand.

"Who?" Henrik's cross sword was held in his hand and put in a defensive posture. Just now, he felt something poke himself, but he didn't feel the danger.

Gray did not hear his voice, as if the two were really far away.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the surroundings, and countless white mists poured out from his hand, instantly covering hundreds of meters around him.

"Appearance!" Gray drank from his mouth, and the spear slammed on the ground, and the surrounding ground suddenly vibrated slightly, but when you feel it carefully, you can find that the vibration is not the ground, but the surrounding space.

Driven by Gray, the white mist quickly turned to form a huge white whirlpool.

The fog kept turning like a tide, and some things Gray could not see showed some fuzzy outlines under the fog.

I saw countless humanoid things appearing around, forming a semi-encircled circle, enclosing them, no, it should be said that they were just kneeling in a large area without any movement.

There was only a small piece of humanoid stuff swaying around. It looked like the one Gray had just hit and hit it.

Behind Gray, a fuzzy figure holding a long sword gradually appeared.

"Grey, is that you?" Henrik asked hesitantly, staring at the people around him in horror.

A figure pierced his head with a dagger, he quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist, then pierced the opponent's abdomen with a sword, and finally kicked him far away.

"It's me, be careful, don't move!"

Gray nodded, now he could hear Henrik’s voice, and besides his voice, there were also the voices of those kneeling on the ground. They seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, singing a kind of sacrificial song. This kind of deceptive effect.

"Little Jasmine, give me the first BGM that purifies my soul."

"Okay, okay!" Of course, the elf immediately agreed to such a request.

Then she sat on Gray's shoulders, shook her feet, and sang softly, not any song with lyrics, but the natural voice of the little elf.

The crisp sound sounded, the surrounding vibrations became more intense, and the sacrificial voices of the people in front were also disturbed, and no longer had the deceptive effect.

"Disperse!" Gray's spear slammed **** the ground, and the white mist evaporated instantly, and at the same time it changed, and the surrounding illusions were also torn apart at the same time.

After a blink of an eye, the whole town appeared in front of the two in a brand new scene.

At this time, it’s dusk in the town. The dim sunlight divides the world into two halves. The sunlight shines on the houses in those small towns, and the houses here cover a large area of ​​shadows, just to knock the people kneeling in front of them. Shrouded.

Henrik glanced at the attacker who fell on the ground and walked to Gray, "What's the situation?"

"Where to look!" Gray pointed to the direction where everyone was kneeling. There was a huge disc, and on the disc, there was an eyeball the size of a basketball. At this time, Sensen's pupils were facing the two.

At this moment, all the people kneeling on the ground also stopped singing, and turned their heads ‘looking’ at the two of them one by one.

The reason for "seeing" is because these people don't have eyeballs in their eyes, but **** holes.

Thousands of people looked at them like this, and both of them felt cold behind their backs. Little Jasmine held onto Gray tightly, and the singing stopped.

"Damn, that guy didn't want to kill me just now, but was going to goug my eyes?" Henrik was afraid, he didn't want to be like these people.

Suddenly, the empty eye sockets of these people in front of them enlarged, and a powerful mental pressure struck them.

Gray felt keen and raised his spear ahead of time. A spiritual storm almost formed a physical storm that destroyed the street buildings around the two of them. Only the place where they stood was intact, and a semicircular magic enchantment protected them.

But the magic enchantment also slowly became fragmented, and soon it would not be able to hold it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ However, it was not the magic enchantment that fell first, but the group of people kneeling on the ground.

With the release of this spiritual storm, most of the people fell directly to the ground with blood from seven holes, and the rest was covered with blood, and the scene instantly became a **** on earth.

"Damn!" Henrik scolded bitterly, and looked at the eyeballs on the disc. "The beholder, the nickname eyeball monster, is good at mind control and fantasy creation. These people should be controlled and sacrificed. Now they are all its puppets."

"understood!"

Gray nodded, his spear stuck to the ground, and shouted arrogantly: "The eyeballs on the opposite side, you are already surrounded. If you are sensible, put down your weapon and catch it, otherwise you will definitely know how grandpa is."

"Demon hunter, it's just a slightly larger ant." The flame demon sneered and said with a mental fluctuation.

"Big-eyed monster, just the scum of hell, does it have his own name? Cannon fodder sent by hell!" Gray raised a **** and mocked mercilessly.

"Listen, this king is hell..."

"Forget it, it’s hard for you to make up a name. After all, you don’t look too smart. If you are willing to surrender and become my lackey, I don’t mind giving you a name. What do you think of the name as a fool? kind?"

Gray's arrogant appearance made the beholder furious, and he stopped arguing with him, his spirit vibrated, and angrily smiled: "Go to hell, human!"

"It's you who are dying!" Gray bent his knees and squatted, holding the spear in front of him with both hands.

At this time, Henrik behind him had already raised the crossbow, aimed at the beholder on the disc, and pulled the trigger.

The crossbow bolt flashed across the sky above this **** like a black lightning, and instantly came to the front of the beholder, pointing directly at the core of the beholder.