Presenting nesting dolls to the beautiful world

——Yaoshou!There are perverts here...! !

The resurrected man walked over with a smile. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ah Niao immediately pulled the pain to the minimum, pulled out a silver bright and sharp dagger from his backpack, and slashed at his throat.

At this moment, she made a terrible move.

But even if the sharp blade successfully cut through the blood vessel, the flying blood bar was still fixed at 70%.Because as strands of black mist filled the air, she slowly let go of the hand that drew the knife, her body stiff and immobile.The dagger was also bounced off his hand and landed not far from her.

The wound no longer bleeds.

She watched as her health bar was raised, and the healing effect was excellent, better than drinking three bottles of alchemy potion from an iron pot.

However, when she complained in the comment area like this, she unexpectedly received a voice of rebuttal: [No, are you sure that the three bottles of potion in the dry iron pot didn't die without pain...] [The previous one, are you sure it was painless?] pain? ? 】

Ah Niao was speechless.

On the other side, the resurrected man let go of the hand that prevented the five players from committing suicide simultaneously, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes, this kind of spirit is right..." He applauded happily, "In the next time, we will definitely..."

'call out! ! '

Two slender, sharp cuts appeared directly in front of the resurrected, in the shape of a cross 'X', and spread all the way to the players floating in mid-air directly below.

This comes from the power of the last 'windcaller' in the world, probably not an ordinary spell.After the cut marks were formed, there was still a light blue light blue flame of mysterious energy burning, and even at a certain angle, the players were a little dazed, thinking that the light was blue, and it was going to blast the world with thunder.

Unfortunately, it doesn't.

It is just a sharp blade with the nature of 'wind'.

But... even though it cut through the resurrected man's body, it did not cause any harm to him. The resurrected man who turned around with a smile had a strange black mist flickering around him.

"Shh...be quiet." He smiled, "Don't disturb me..."

His figure suddenly exploded.

The turbulent black mist billowed and spread, filling the entire room.The ceiling was swallowed, the floor was swallowed, machinery, instruments, books, specimens, everything, everything.Incandescent lights were swallowed up.

In the absolutely closed underground space without passages, the darkness it should have returned.

Only the secret energy of 'Xiu' is still shining with a not too dazzling blue light.

Just like the range spell that couldn't be released, the cyan wind was only a little bit at first, and then it was a piece.After one breath, the entire space is filled.

But it can't illuminate the furnishings and edges that should be in the room.

At the same time, players also received a system notification: This scene has been transformed into [Dark Realm]...

This is the first time that an ellipsis appears at the end of such a short prompt in "The Chosen".

The resurrected man disappeared, and the effect of his silence spell had long since been cancelled.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the players shouted loudly: "Leave us alone! Just take your dad and run away!!"

The five people shouted together, the sound was quite deafening, but 'Xiu', who was extremely sensitive all the way because of the reason "the wind will bring the sound I want", didn't seem to hear anything look.

"Give it up...he can neither hear nor see, children. His eyes are similar to mine, and I know how to blind them..." The resurrected stood in the darkness beside them, smiling: "Just as if this is A test of pedigree and mental endurance... The inspiration comes from Irene Onsis." He said in a rambling manner, "That lady really had a great influence on me..."

It seems that he must have suffered a big loss in the hands of Irene Onsis back then, and because of this, he developed a variety of arcane spells for the 'windcaller'.

As a result, all the damage from this spell has been wiped out by 'Xiu'...

The pile of problems left over from history by the Angsis couple is really a kind of pitfall in the world.

The black mist surged, and sounds began to be heard in the darkness.The sound of chaos, madness, pain, muddy and crashing.In some board games that require a lot of dice, it can be called an 'indescribable' sound.Crawling in the mist like dreamlike ravings, the spirit of "xiu" comes down through a certain way in the dark.

Lei Zhexin said it well!

So, those that conformed to the setting, 'Xiu' collapsed in less than three seconds.

It fell very quickly, without giving any buffer time, and fell to the ground with a thud, and directly opened a new personal information for the players-[Weakness: Spiritual attack (?)].

Although I don't know why, the information of the weakness that has been proven by the facts still has a question mark of "uncertainty"... But in short, "Xiu" fell down like this, lying down in the black mist, and his long black and thick hair was lost. The guards of Feng Mi Neng fell down one after another, covering his body and cheeks.

At the same time, the smooth and powerful chest of 'Karon' in the corner suddenly twitched.

A deep silent breath in the soft pan and darkness.

"..."

The resurrected person floated and appeared next to 'Xiu', standing upright.

"Really, the fragility that doesn't resemble your parents..." He sighed softly, "Whether it's 'Enxiu' or 'Xiu'..."

"'Everyone has to learn to put themselves in their place'—that's true. Just as I have to learn to be careful with Karen Onsis, you have to be careful with me."

He leaned down, stretched out his hand towards 'Xiu', and said softly, "Be me...I believe this will be a surprise for Anxis..."

—what does he want to do?

have no idea.no one knows.

——Why does he hate 'Onsis' so much?

have no idea.no one knows.

—So, can he do it?

……

...obviously...

No.

In the darkness, the resurrected man suddenly widened his scarlet eyes, and his hair stood on end.A familiar and terrifying sense of danger swept over his body mercilessly.Because... his wrist was held.

At some point, a tall figure stood behind him, and the two of them could almost be called "close to each other"—but when that figure was there, the resurrected man seemed less oppressive for some reason, because the larger and more terrifying oppression Feelings have quietly filled the entire darkness.a whisper?a breath?a heartbeat?The resurrected person didn't know what he felt, he only felt that what he got at this moment was...

...a heavy hammer.

"It's a pity that you still haven't found your place, Zach," he said, in a voice reminiscent of iron sand and broken knives.

The resurrected man stopped breathing for a moment, and his hair stood on end.

For some reason, the darkness he is familiar with at this moment seems to be colder than the iceberg of the sleeping dragon—it is so cold that the heart beats like a drum, as if the blood flow will burst from the opening of the throat if it slows down a little. Come out, mercilessly take away the last trace of warmth and vitality.

His eyes widened, his hands trembling a little, he recalled the last time he was so close to Karen Onsis... But this time, there was no reason to convince Onsis to let him hesitate for a moment, and No cup of hot tea could comfort him.

At this moment, the resurrected person clearly realized that he was in a dark enclosed space, with the smell of steel and blood lingering at the tip of his nose. In fact, it was far from the smell of blood in his memory, but at this moment, there was a difference. There is not much fishy sweetness.

He should be more confident... because he is in the dark, and he is also a high-level professional.In fact, he is not afraid of death or pain. He has been afraid of nothing since 300 years ago.

But that's Karen Onsis...that's a 'hunter', a reserve of the God of Destruction.Recognized as the closest thing to a 'new destruction'.

Of course, these can all be put aside.

Well, let's look at it from another level: a 'hunter' who has almost lost everything, a 'hunter' who is more comfortable in the dark than all the people in the dark realm combined, standing behind the resurrected, breathing Can be sprayed in his ear.

Everyone knows the horror of this group of hunters.No one is not afraid of them.

Standing on the sword, walking in death, seeing everything as prey in the dark, never caring whether they are enemies with the world... In their eyes, whether they are low-ranking or high-ranking, professional or sublimated...everything in this world is essentially the same .

——It can be killed.

There was a chilling sneer on Karen's face, and his right hand suddenly exerted force, pinching the resurrected man's wrist into a burst of black mist.Immediately, the 'Resurrected One' suddenly disintegrated, turning into a black mist and rushing towards Karen.

The mist displayed two full rows of debuffs in the player's identification information, such as [poisoning] [dizziness] [increasing pain] [blinding the five senses] and so on, but judging from Karen's expression, This series of judgments didn't even have the slightest effect on him.

In the next second, Karen rushed forward and rushed to a certain place in the darkness with the strong wind. At the same time, he grabbed the dagger from the ground with his hand - it was the dagger that Ah Niao was knocked down by the resurrected , is a weapon bound to her, and it will automatically return to her side or backpack if it is more than five meters away from her, but it has been lying on the ground because the actual distance is not more than four meters.

No one could see with the naked eye how Karen swung the knife.

Just a flash of the sharp blade, the sound of shattering glass shattered in the darkness, and the glare of the light shone in, leaving a back with snow-white hair in the eyes of the players.

That figure was wearing a disheveled robe and trousers, no shoes like 'Xiu', at this moment he was rushing forward like an eagle and tiger hunting, wielding his knife like a poisonous snake's nails.

In front of him, the face of a certain standard caster who was pressed close to him turned into black mist and retreated again.

In his hand, a sharp dagger that looked extremely expensive pierced the air at an extremely tricky angle, and when the silver light fell back into his hand, it unexpectedly disappeared where it was hidden.

The resurrected who retreated to 20 meters away was gasping for breath, and there was a trace of discord on his handsome face besides the blood-red eyes:

On half of his left face, there was a scar that was bleeding profusely, the flesh was rolled, and the bones were deeply visible.

The red one is like the words on the top of the tall man's head opposite.

——[Enemy of Darkness][Hunter][Death Walker] Karen Onsis - Level 163 [Sublimation].