Samael rushed into the player pile like a wolf like a flock, brandishing his spear wildly, he had decided to collect the souls of these ugly little greenskins and torture them in a frenzy.

He wants to watch them suffer every day, watch them suffer, watch them like ants, give up all dignity and beg for mercy from himself.

Samael had already thought of ten thousand ways to torture them, first of course, to savor their panicked and frightened looks.

That look was not unfamiliar to Samael, for he had seen it more than once in those lowly mortals, with a look of fear.

For this reason, he didn't even kill them all at once, but after swooping down, he first stepped on the goblin who scolded his "grandson" with his ass, and then raised his hand to grab a goblin with a dual dagger who tried to retreat in a hurry.

Samael was going to pinch him to death slowly.

But he had just grabbed the goblin, and the goblin's face was not as frightened as he had expected, except for a little panic, and he clenched the two daggers in his hand and poked them wildly at Samael.

The goblin called [Burning Chest Hair] turned the color of pig's liver because he was choked by Samael's throat, but he still shouted out with the only breath from between his teeth:

"Flat Slash, Critical Hit, Flat Slash, Critical Hit ......"

There was also a goblin shouting below:

"Chest hair is dead! I said don't grab hatred, wait for you to fight monsters, don't shout blindly, all outputs hurry back, don't die! Especially weapons, be sure to throw them in a convenient place before you die! ”

After shouting, a large group of people dispersed, showing quite a high level of tactical literacy.

Although in the process of running, there were still two people jumping around, and there was a 360-degree rotation in the air.

Why Samael did this, Samael didn't know, but the group of flea-like little greenskins scattered all at once, and Samael really had no way to kill them in the first place.

Samael pinched the goblin who was still shouting in his hand like an ant, and then threw his limp body to the ground, and Samael walked towards the goblin who had been shouting just now.

From the player's point of view, it's as if the boss has killed an OT player and then started walking towards the next object of hatred.

As for how hatred is determined......

"Grass mud horse, this bullshit game hatred is judged by the size of the voice?!"

"I'm laughing to death, you're going to die with your pants."

"Pants, the boss is running away at you!"

"Laugh at your paralysis, hurry up and pull the boss hatred back!"

Umegawa Kuko shouted as she ran away, but the reality was that there was nowhere for him to escape.

However, the players who were naked as tanks had quickly rushed up and shouted:

"Your horse will die violently tonight!"

"I'll put on resurrection armor on your horse with my own hands, and kill your mother twice with my own hands!"

"You have a father in your paralysis!"

"Damn, what do you mean by Kuafu?"

"Chasing the sun."

"In the same way, you can still have Houyi in your paralysis."

"Shoot the sun?!"

"How do you count the Titanic?"

"What about Nuwa? Supplement (beep)? ”

"If there is a storm, it can be regarded as dominating the world."

"I'm laughing to death, you stupid **, where did you learn?! Hahahaha! ”

"It's not elegant and easy-going these years, and I don't dare to come out to pull the blame."

"I'm elegant and easy-going in online games."

"Why can you be so vulgar?!"

The players who pulled the monster spat at Samael's crazy mouth. Samael originally went to Umegawa Kuko, but when he heard those people yelling at him, although he couldn't understand many words, and Samael didn't have a mother, he was still uncontrollable angry, because he didn't have to think about it to know that it was insulting to himself.

Samael turned around, and with a sweep of his spear, he killed several players who were walking closer to each other, but those players were still smiling and grinning, without the slightest fear or panic.

Not only that, but they were also very happy, very happy, and after those who had died had turned into magic and dissipated in the air, someone soon came in from the side, and then continued to bounce to provoke Samael.

However, when Samael was about to kill all the players, Sherlock walked back.

His clothes were slightly torn, but they didn't hurt Sherlock too much.

"Samael." Sherlock walked towards Samael:

"You can't win against us, here are the bravest warriors in the entire underworld, even without me, they will stop you."

"Are you talking about these little greenskins? If you expect these filthy little greenskins to stop me, dismiss that now, and bow down to me! Shylock! ”

Samael spread his hands as if he had begun to declare his victory, and the strength in his body continued to skyrocket, his shoulders bulging in two, and then bursting apart with a splash of black liquid, and a pair of black feathered wings spread.

A total of four wings behind Samael slowly stretched out, and with the increase of winged trees, his strength seemed to have risen to a new level.

A black feather slowly fell.

Samael raised his head and stretched out what could only be called a "claw" above his head.

A violent blow appeared on the side of Samael's head, and Samael's body flew out, and was then nailed to the broken wall not far away.

The entire wall cracked in circles, and Samael's huge body was "hung" from the wall by a black spear, as inertia still swayed from side to side.

The spear passed through Samael's head, and the tip of the spear was nailed deep into the wall, and the black aura emanating from the tip of the spear made Samael show a pained expression, followed by a series of black mist coming out of the eyes, nostrils, and mouth of Samael's face, and then quickly dissipating into the air.

Samael's own spear began to dissipate, and the four wings behind him began to slowly shatter.

"Sherlock, is this your plan? Let Samael out, and then make a big fuss? ”

A skinny figure in a puffy skirt stood on the body of a gun.

Compared to Samael's massive body, Lilo's body was extremely small.

A pair of wings filled with black light spread out behind Lilo, and the light of magic radiated like a substance.

"Of course it's more than that." Sherlock smiled at Lilo, then pointed at Samael's dissolving body, and soon a large orb fell to the ground, covered in a layer of dust:

"I'm mainly here for this. The key to the kingdom of heaven, Lilo. ”