"Bang-"

A strong man like an iron tower, wielding a huge iron hammer, volleyed into a void!

The sledgehammer snapped back, and the strong man's muscles were knotted, and he was also shocked to take two steps back, and a skeleton at his feet was trampled to pieces. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Numerous skeletons are still tightly rallied around the brawny man.

In that void, there was nothing.

A sledgehammer smashed into an impregnable wall of ice?

The crow lowered its height.

There was a faintly visible layer of pale blue bubbles in the void. The bubble bulged up from the ground and was supported there in a semicircle, about two or three meters in diameter.

After the strong man stood still, he immediately took two steps forward, and the big hammer that had been rounded during the march smashed into the bubble again!

The sledgehammer flicked off again, and the strong man retreated.

The bubble shook a few times.

The crow lowered its height again.

Inside the bubble, there seems to be a bunch of ruin?

The fat man quietly jumped over a few broken walls, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was not a ruined flot, but a withered old man sitting in the center of the bubble!

During this time, the bubble was smashed three more times, maintaining a fixed rhythm. The strong man's eyes were hollow, as if smashing the bubble with a hammer was just an instinctive action, and he didn't know how long he had been smashing.

The bubble trembled so badly that it seemed like it would burst with the next hammer......

"Why don't you do it quickly? That's me, and the barrier doesn't last long. This monster is Grace Walder! The old man seemed to be motionless, but his voice sounded in the fat man's ears.

It's just more frail and old. His gray hair was disheveled, and his head was buried in his chest, which seemed to shrink to its smallest size. This bubble is called an enchantment, it's magical.

"Who are you?" The fat man is really not in a hurry to do it.

Although judging from the eyes of the strong man, there is no doubt that it is indeed a walking corpse. But this walking corpse can't hurt the fat man.

And for this messy old man, the fat man feels very strange.

From the moment he entered this world, his voice often appeared in the sky above the fat man, omniscient, omnipresent, and seemed to be omnipotent.

Hehe, but now I've seen the deity.

Huh, so what?

Hehe, why should I work so hard to survive under the manipulation of others? In whatever name.

"My name is Dicakane, and I am the last mage of the Heratim Church. This was originally the great city of Tristram, which, as you can see, has been reduced to ruins. The monster's name was Gracewald, and he was originally Tristram's city defense officer, thinking that he had become a soulless walking corpse. The old man still didn't move, or the only strength he had left was used to convey the word to the fat man.

"How do I know if you're lying to me?" The fat man frankly expressed his doubts.

Tristram, the fat man has heard of it many times, and even when he first met Flavi and even Kashya, he half-pushed and half-said that he was from Tristram.

Hehe, does this have anything to do with me? Even if that's Tristram.

"I swear in the name of the sages of Heratim, and what I say is true." Diccachin moved, and a trembling hand stretched out, and a dark gold-toned cube appeared on the palm of his hand, the surface of which was covered with strange patterns.

"What's the matter with me?" The fat man asked.

This cube, it feels like it's not gold or wood, maybe it's a box, right? According to the concept of the Candras continent, dark gold is a good thing.

Diccakane swore with the box in his hand, and it seemed that he was really sincere, at least it took a lot of effort.

"Diablo has placed a forbidden spell here, and this forbidden spell will instantly drain the mana of the transferee, so it is called the Forbidden Demon Land." Dicakane sighed, and returned to his state of curling into a ball, as if this was the most effortless to hold on longer, "If I die, you will also be trapped here and become a skeleton." ”

"You brought me into this world?" The fat man groaned. Entering the Kan Continent in a dream-like way is really dreamlike.

"I am only the executor of the last orders of the sages." Dika Kane replied.

"How long have you been stuck here?" The fat man feels that this old man seems to be quite pitiful? Existence is not necessarily reasonable, but it has happened but it is irreversible. The merits, success or failure, gain or loss, there is no point in pursuing it.

"A whole year." Dicakane was a little dumbfounded, "You should have been here at this time. ”

Well, wasn't that the time last year when I found a seed in my belly?

Uh, this old man just sat like this for a year?

Uh, this walking dead whose real name is Grace Walder has been smashed like this for a year?

"I don't have long to live, the church of Heratim is going to die, but the world can't be destroyed by the devil." Dicakane sighed again as if he saw the fat man's doubts.

"I should have rushed to save you?" The fat man laughed.

Hehe, the cabin is so cosy and comfortable, I dragged on for a long time to attack the black bear den, okay?

Well, if he says that everything is predestined, I can't seem to refute it?

Well, Eliza can't hold it anymore......

The next moment, the fat man suddenly burst out, almost into a phantom, and instantly approached Gracewald, and the transfiguration blade "resentment" in his hand suddenly slashed towards Gracewald's neck!

"Bang!"

The Transfiguration Blade was bounced back, and the force was so great that he almost wanted to get rid of it.

The fat man struck a blow and flew quickly.

Even so, I could hear the air screaming in my ears, and the huge and friendless hammer grazed my ears!

The fat man was in a cold sweat. If you are hit by this hammer, my brother will become a meatloaf, right?

Fortunately, Gracewald did not chase after him, but still rounded the sledgehammer and continued to smash it into the light blue bubble called the enchantment.

Or maybe it was because Diccakane tried his best to convince the fat man, and the enchantment trembled even more, and the diameter was significantly reduced!

Resentment actually didn't work for Gracewald?

"Rune words, resentment."

"100% chance of causing wounds;

"+50 to Hit;

"-25% to monster defense;

"-100 to monster defense per hit;

"Prevent monsters from healing themselves."

These shiny attributes are specifically for rough skin and thick meat, is it good?

The fat man was confident that with the full force just now, even if it was a rock, it would be split in two.

Is this walking dead stronger than a rock?

The fat man gritted his teeth, charged his strength and rushed over again, and slashed again in the same position!

Gracewald reacted the same. The fat man knew this, and easily dodged the counterattack and returned to the wall again. After slashing three swords in a row, the fat man looked fixedly, and a faint scar appeared on Gracewald's neck, and a little black blood poured out!

There is a door!

The fat man untied the dazed Eliza and placed it on a wide wall, ordering the wolf to stay behind and watch over it.

Removed the weight, the fat man went into battle lightly, and more than ten swords in a row were all split on the same part, and the wound really widened!

Uh, can there be two or three millimeters?

A little bit of black blood coagulated into a thin black line, but it didn't flow.

Nima, this is still the rhythm that tires people to death......

The fat man sat next to Eliza panting, his stomach gurgling, and Venus in front of him.

Thankfully, Gracewald didn't chase after him, and focused on pounding the crumbling barrier.

Or maybe he thinks the fat man's attack is insignificant. Or attacking the enchantment and killing Decca Kane is the most important thing. Or maybe Diablo only left him such a directive......

Uh, in the real world, it seems a bit of trouble?

The fat man is in a state of deep sleep, his eyes are closed, but his ears can receive sounds, and his body's sense of touch is normal.

The pants were pulled out, the panties were pulled out, the wind was blowing and the ass was cold, damn it up......

The sound of two breaths seemed to gradually thicken and become heavier.

The fat man couldn't laugh or cry.

Uh, Xuanxuan and Yuan Yuan, scrubbing the little fat man and chrysanthemum?

Uh, that's not good, right?

Uh, don't move, don't touch!

This hand is soft and warm, it should be Xuanxuan's. That hand was a little cold, it should be Lang Yuan's. The two hands are staggered, each not giving in, and there is a hot towel.

Involuntarily, the little fat man actually stood up and saluted! Do you think it's? It's so unusual......

"It's normal, all functions ......" This is Liu Xuan's voice, which seems calm and authoritative, but there is a subtle trill.

"Well, it's not honest, I'm relieved......" This is Lang Yuan's voice, a little bit of a gritted tooth feeling.

It's normal to be normal, just rest assured, put me on clothes?

Just hang it like that, does it look good?

Liu Xuan and Lang Yuan fell silent. (To be continued.) )