Ho He feels that his heart is beating fast, although it is a game, but the physiological reactions that should be there in reality are basically in the game.

A dozen or so players who were in charge of tanks like him were all in place at this time.

The Sherlock Lord in front was grabbing the back of Samael's head and pressing it to the ground.

Then I saw a pillar of light shoot out from the place where Sherlock slammed it, sending the lord Lao Xia out of the air.

"It's now! It's time for us! ”

In the eyes of players, this is the manifestation of the new phase of the boss battle.

Hoe He rushed out first, and in the big pit that Sherlock had hammered out with his fist, Samael, covered in blood, had just gotten up.

I saw a dozen goblins with no clothes on, only shields and approaching, and they were still spitting fragrant as they went:

"Draft! Grandson! ”

"I'm your son! You sand sculpture! ”

"Hit me! You're going to hit me! ”

"I'll give you the witty syrup if you catch me!"

“Waaaaaah——！”

Samael stood up completely from the pit, his shirt had been completely damaged in the fight, and the broken ** tissue from the Sherlock hammer was constantly wriggling and regrouping together, and soon a human figure with open skin and flesh reappeared.

Samael's body swelled uncontrollably with black magic, and he opened his mouth to let out a terrifying roar that did not resemble that of a human:

"Roaring ——!"

With his roar, his mouth opened exaggeratedly, and even his cheeks were torn into filaments.

The players who were charging couldn't help but pause when they saw this terrifying scene, but they quickly continued to charge.

Samael stepped out of his way towards the players, his spear aimed at them.

But a figure flashed, and it had already smashed on Samael's body at once. Sherlock landed one knee on Samael's chest, then raised a punching bag and pounded Samael's face without hesitation.

And the players have already rushed to Samael's side by this time.

The role of the tanks is basically useless, because Sherlock has already pressed Samael firmly under him, and those melee outputs have also taken advantage of this rare opportunity to rush over to crazy output.

"Flat cut! Crit! Flat Cut! Crit! ”

The burning chest hair of the double-wielding dagger rage thief rushed to Samael's side as soon as he fell to the ground, and then held two daggers in his hand, stabbed at Samael's tall body, and frantically "drawn" with the dagger on Samael's upper body.

However, compared to the inefficient attack method of burning chest hair, the attack method of the hoe on the side is much more effective.

Hoe He took a spear and stabbed it deep into the side of Samael's ribs, and then his wooden stick was melted by the black liquid.

Most of the player's weapons and equipment will be corroded to a certain extent when they touch Samael's body, but the better the quality of the weapon and equipment, the higher the bonus layer, and the lower the degree of corrosion.

While Sherlock was holding Samael down, the players performed a wave of crazy output, but Samael yelled in anger and the players ran away.

Clearly, Samael was getting up.

The damage of this boss is obvious to everyone, and if there is no Sherlock Lord, then melee players will definitely not dare to go on it.

"Melee output rewind! Remote station for the longest distance output! All tanks get ready! Remote output, don't hurt Lao Xia by mistake! ”

Umegawa Kuko shouted loudly as the commander, and then saw that all the melee outputs were retreating at the first time, and then the arrows of the sparse Lala shot over.

The ranged players, led by Sylvanas, soon began to output wildly towards Samael.

Samael withstood Sherlock's onslaught on one side and the onslaught of the players on the other.

Although the player's attack is similar to a mosquito bite, in addition to the attack effect, the annoying effect is also the same.

Samael's muscles bulged all over his body, and he was frantically trying to push away Sherlock's attack, and he couldn't even concentrate on Sherlock.

However, when Sherlock and the players attacked Samael to their heart's content, Samael's muscles swelled more and more, and the snake-faced minions who were trembling with the players collapsed one by one, and the blood on their bodies seeped out from every inch of their skin, and continued to flow towards Samael along the ground.

While some players have tried to intercept the blood, it is impossible to stop it unless someone has a water bottle with them, and some players have tried to drink it into their stomachs, but the blood quickly exits through the exit behind their butts and continues towards Samael.

And Samael, who had been suppressed, suddenly burst out of energy from his body, forcing Sherlock to retreat, and then began to frantically suck the blood that flowed quickly.

Blood poured in from all directions, converging on Samael's body.

The players are still shooting wildly at Samael, but the arrows that hit Samael no longer have the same effect as before.

And Samael's body began to accumulate with blood, as well as the degree of muscle expansion, began to become more and more twisted, and on his shoulder, the second bare wing, accompanied by a loud sound, broke through the restrictions of skin and flesh, and grew.

Samael's momentum also became more powerful because of the appearance of another wing.

"That's bad, Lord Sherlock, your One-Punch Man doesn't seem to be very effective against Samael's level." Blue said worriedly:

"Why don't we try the magic cannon, in fact, I was very curious just now, why don't you use the magic cannon when there is a magic cannon, and you also restrict the use of other players, if you are worried about the magic power consumption too fast, as long as you can blast Samael into scum with a few shots, the magic power consumption is not a big problem at all."

"Don't worry, the situation is still under my control." Sherlock looked at Samael, who was skyrocketing in size in front of him. The two pairs of bare fleshy wings also began to gradually dye black, and patches of black feathers appeared, Sherlock thought for a moment and added:

"Probably."

Samael, who had completed his transformation, flitted a pair of wings and soared into the sky, huge black wings spreading out in the air, and then he swooped down on the players below, apparently, his main goal now was to kill them rather than Sherlock.

"Tank ready!"

Umegawa Kuzi shouted, and Hoe He stood up and bravely faced Samael who swooped over:

"Grandson!"