Samael's face showed black veins, and the stone beside him rolled up, which was a fragment of the stone after the statue had been shattered.

The rolling stones soon gathered together into a giant serpent made entirely of stones.

The stone serpent made a rumbling sound and slammed into Sherlock......

Rootgrab pressed his shield against the body of a goblin with a large, somewhat terrifying mouth, and a snake-like tongue curled towards Rootgrab's neck, but it was clearly a little shorter.

O's spear had stabbed the goblin in the neck, and then pulled the goblin away with his spear.

But the strange thing is that those enemies who were obviously stabbed in the mortal wound got up as if nothing had happened in the next second.

The goblin, who had been stabbed through the neck, lunged forward and reached out to grab Ou Eatspear's neck, and the spear passed long through his neck as if there was no problem at all.

"Attack their heads!"

Someone shouted, and then a short knife swiped off the goblin's head, and the liquid full of mosaics suddenly sprinkled all over Ou Eatspear's body, making Ou Eatspear suddenly become mosaic.

"It's like a zombie...... Woo! ”

The player didn't even have time to remember to finish speaking, when he saw the headless corpse standing up pierce the heart with a sword, and died tragically on the spot, apparently about to be resurrected.

"Crush them!"

Ou ate the spear and howled, then carried the spear behind his back, tightened the rope as soon as it was tied, and then took out the spare steel knife and roared.

However, no player responded to him, and everyone was busy fighting monsters.

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"Brother pants, let's not fight the plot monsters, there will be no reward when we turn around!"

While most of the players were busy resisting Samael's troops, Umegawa Kuko had climbed to the top of the building along a petrified bungalow, and then watched the battle that was taking place not far away, and after hearing Hoe He's shout, Umegawa Kuko followed and shouted:

"You go fight yourself first, hoe He, I still want to take a screenshot, Lao Xia is already playing the plot over there! You see how fierce the fight is. ”

"Boom, boom!"

Almost as soon as Umegawa Kuko's words fell, the stone serpent was using his tail to strike hard at the position where Sherlock was standing.

The original ground has now been smashed into a huge hole, and from Umegawa Kuko's point of view, there is no way to see the specific situation in the hole, but it does not prevent him from taking crazy screenshots.

The tail of the stone serpent was raised high, and just as it was about to smash down again, it found that there was a huge hole in the tail of the stone serpent, and there were continuous spider web-like cracks around it.

"Looks like your head is harder than a stone."

Samael took steps step by step, the brilliance of magic condensed in the palm of his hand, a long spear with a pitch-black body, the spear god with a circle of spirals, smeared with bile at the apex of the tip of the spear, the gray breath of death, accompanied by Samael's steps spread.

"You also funded the old god believers before, right? Let me guess what the remuneration is, they help you find Rocky Langcaimi's legacy? Or open the gates of hell so that you can enter the underworld and the earth? ”

Sherlock clenched his fists, not panicking, and continued:

"After that failed, you began to spread literature and art in Winterfell, luring poor Andrew to help you find Rocchilang Cammy's legacy?"

"Andrew? Is it the name of this superior demon? Believing in Levidan, there is the original sin of jealousy all over the body, and sometimes jealousy is the original sin that is more sinful than anger, and it is very easy to use. ”

Samael held the spear to his arm with his backhand, and every step he took was accompanied by gray ripples that spread across the ground.

"Originally, I only needed to use Rokilangkaimi's inheritance, but you, after taking Rokilangkaimi's inheritance, I had to use the dungeon core of Winterfell, so it's all your fault that Winterfell is now like this."

"That's a real pleasure for me."

Sherlock smiled and said:

"And he did something evil that was hated."

"Boom ——!"

The stone serpent slammed into Sherlock, but Sherlock reached out his fist and struck at the stone serpent.

Time seemed to stop at the moment when the fist made contact with the giant snake, and then the energy suddenly burst out of the strong light, and three layers of continuous magic arrays appeared on Sherlock's fist, expanding in circles, and then there was a hurricane of magic power, along the place where the fist came into contact with the giant snake, spinning and sweeping through the whole body of the stone giant snake.

The stone serpent split apart almost instantly, and in the midst of the flying debris was a spear that shimmered with the light of death.

The human-like Samael held a spear and broke through the fragments of the serpent, the tip of which was pointed directly at Sherlock's heart, but Sherlock Sherlock dodged with agility, followed by a continuous stream of gunshots, almost enveloping Sherlock's body.

Samael's spear weaves a web of death, and Sherlock is like a dancer dancing on the net, but the dance of death does not last long, because Sherlock sees the opportunity and punches Samael in the face, and Samael's whole person is twisted in an instant, and is slammed into the petrified building by a huge force, dragging a long ravine on the ground.

"Did you kill him? Lord Sherlock? ”

Blue asked in an eager voice.

"It's not the feeling of killing."

Sherlock shook his head, and he raised his fist, and on his fist, the black liquid was corroding his skin and making a sizzling sound.

"It's tricky, Lord Sherlock, we're just a small dungeon that hasn't started for half a year, and we're going to challenge Samael, one of the Seven Demon Kings, and this jump is a little too big, will you die?"

Blue sounded worried.

"It's not that exaggerated, this is not Samael's body, the energy of a Winterfell dungeon's core, and there is no way to get Samael through the gates of hell."

Sherlock says:

"But it's not too optimistic, so I can only wait for reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?! Sherlock, do you have any back-ups? ”

As soon as Blue's words fell, Samael, who was knocked out by Sherlock's punch, had already stood up in the rubble, his clothes had become tattered, one side of his face was almost flattened, and his whole face was strangely distorted, and on his back, an almost perverted bulge began to appear.

Then there was the sound of ** being torn apart, and a fleshy wing with only a few black feathers brought up black liquid from his back and sprinkled it on the ground.

The fleshy wing stirred a few times, and Samael grabbed his wing with one hand, moved his shoulder, and smiled sharply at Sherlock.