"You don't have any patience as a player." The angel sculpture's tone was complaining, "I just wanted you to understand more clearly what kind of game this is, so I directly let you experience it." ”

As the sound of the angel sculpture sounded, the hall fell silent, and the inhalation of the cheongsam woman and the cry of pain of the man in the horse coat disappeared.

Ye Dill looked down and saw where there were any cheongsam women and men in horse coats.

The entire hall was empty, just like it had been when she first entered the game.

"You're finally willing to speak?" Ye Dill didn't withdraw his hand, and it was a sword directly at the angel's face.

The sword stabbed into it solidly, and the sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the hard marble always sounded uncomfortable.

Ye Dill blinked her eyes: "Can you really pierce it...... Is that if I can just kill you with this sword, so I don't have to play your spirit game. ”

The angel's face had completely collapsed, and he had an angry expression: "Quickly draw your sword!" Do you think I don't hurt? ”

"You didn't scream, how would I know you hurt?" Ye Dill finished speaking as a matter of course, and pulled out the [Twilight Sword].

Then she aimed the tip of her sword at the angel's head.

Secretly poke and poke to consider whether splitting the head can make this spirit creature die, or whether it has to be dismantled to eight pieces to have an effect.

After all, a marble sculpture or something, although it is made of a head, is actually brainless, and there should be no fatal injuries.

It feels like it's a little more reliable. Goshoya

Just when Ye Dill was gesturing how to cut it to be more convenient, the angel sculpture spoke again: "Don't waste your efforts, although your sword is very powerful, it can only tear me apart, but it will not let me die, and when the game is over, I can still restore the original state." ”

"That's ......" Ye Dill showed a disappointed look, and then cut off the angel's head with a sword.

"Holy!" The angel's head rolled in mid-air, but he still couldn't help but curse, "I told you that your sword can't kill me, why do you still do it!" ”

Then the marble head slammed to the ground, and even with the thick blanket as a cushion, it still made a loud muffled noise.

The floor was even dented by a piece.

"How do I know if you're telling the truth or a lie? Would you voluntarily admit that you could be killed by something? Ye Dill rubbed her wrist, "Your head is really heavy." ”

Her hands were numb.

[Chilling Sword] is already quite sharp, sharpening iron like clay, but maybe because this sculpture is too big, or maybe because the sculpture has become a spiritual object, although her sword looks neat, it is actually quite difficult.

"I didn't stop you from doing it!" The angel's head turned in a half circle, his face was facing up, and his eyes were staring at Ye Dill deadly, "I've never met a player like you, and you cut me as soon as you come up." ”

"To be reasonable, I waited a long time to cut you, and I didn't cut it as soon as I came up." Ye Dill said as she slashed one of the angel's arms with another sword.

The huge arm landed next to the angel's head, making a louder noise and denting the floor a bit.

"Damn!" The angel looked angry, "It's useless to say it's useless to cut it!" Why did you cut it again! ”