In the midst of the ruins, a creature that could barely be called a lump of flesh lay on the ruins, most of its body buried beneath the ruins, with only its two feet lying horizontally exposed.

The whole body seemed to be half melted by something, and it was smoking and twitching.

Under normal circumstances, this situation is basically dead.

But the octopus ball in front of him was not dead, his muscles were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when Sherlock slowly walked towards him, the octopus ball was already able to move his body, his body slowly twitched, and then violently pushed a large piece of ruins away.

The upper body covered with tentacles was exposed, and the appearance could only vaguely recognize that it was an octopus ball.

"It seems that both the body and the spirit have been sold to the ancient gods." Sherlock walked up to Octopus Maruk and looked at Octopus Maruk, who was slowly standing up and getting taller.

"Tsk, it looks a little disgusting, I really admire that Lord Sherlock can do something so disgusting." Blue followed up and said:

"But the way the octopus ball looks, he should have some way to connect directly with the ancient gods, Lord Sherlock, do you think this octopus ball will directly become a high-ranking demon with the help of the ancient gods?"

"I don't know, I don't have much research on this."

Sherlock shook his head, and the octopus ball in front of him was already on his feet.

And Sherlock's feet began to tremble slightly.

"Bang Bang Bang ——!"

Countless tentacles burst out of Sherlock's feet, each one huge and thick, and those tentacles wrapped Sherlock tightly in it.

Octopus Maru dragged his huge body and walked in front of the tentacle group that was more than ten meters high, he clenched his hands, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, controlling the tentacles, he could feel the feeling of the superior demon in it, being constantly crushed by the huge power.

But the octopus balls didn't have to enjoy it for long, and suddenly there was a burning smell from these huge tentacles, and there was a sound of "sizzle".

From top to bottom, around the tentacle group, dozens of magic arrays appeared out of thin air.

Then, although the flames burst out, they burned at the same time.

As the flames scorched the huge tentacles, the tentacles twisted and loosened, and were engulfed in flames, burning straight to ashes, and after the flames, only Sherlock was left standing there in a torn black gown, expressionless.

"Something new? The former small tentacles became big tentacles, and that's it? ”

Octopus looked at Sherlock unscathed, his body seemed to tremble from humiliation, and he began to laugh:

"Hahaha-woo!"

It's just that before he finished laughing, Sherlock, who had already rushed over, had a fist pounded on the stomach.

Only this time instead of blasting him out, Sherlock's fist seemed to stick to Octopus's stomach, knocking his feet off the ground with a fist, and then Sherlock changed the direction of his fist, leaning downward, and the fist also changed into an uppercut posture, and a series of magic arrays appeared on Sherlock's wrist.

"Intensify."

The fist strengthened by magic smashed into the ground against Octopus Ball's stomach.

Boom-boom-boom——!

With Sherlock and Octopus Balls as dots, the ground cracks open in a huge circle, and then cracks along the ground in the form of cobwebs.

Sherlock stood up, looking condescendingly at the pool of blood in front of him, which slowly seeped into the cracked ground.

"Let's go, let's go absorb the dungeon core."

Sherlock turned around and headed in the direction of the dungeon's core hall.

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At this time, in the hall of Winterfell City, the players had already rushed in frantically, and those ancient god believers who were guarding the hall of the city lord did not add any resistance to the players.

After all, it has been tested for the second time, and the green-skinned flood of two thousand players is pouring over, who can withstand this, and the believers of the ancient gods are not like the ancient god army, which is constantly rushing over, they are developed on the basis of the aborigines of the underground world, and the number of these groups that are not accepted by the mainstream will naturally not be much.

After the players rushed into the main hall of Winterfell, the first thing they did was not to turn off the magic shield, where did they know what a magic shield was, their first goal was to loot first.

Although it is not clear what is worth the money and what is not before, it is definitely no problem to take the weapons and equipment as soon as possible, and the rest of the things are just looked at and taken, such as wooden boxes, furniture, these are the primary targets.

Especially after opening the portal, it is more efficient for players to empty the main hall of the city, carry it directly to the portal hall, and then directly transport it back to the dungeon of the Eternal Realm!

The scene suddenly got a little out of control.

After completing the space-time coordinates along with the portal, Xueba walked towards the direction of the city lord's hall with a blank face, and the lord passed the message to Xueba through those greenskins, that is, to close the magic shield.

As an undead lich, he is not affected by the whispers of the old gods, and there is a huge difference in rules between the living and the dead, as if the underworld and the underworld were two worlds.

Xueba stood at the door of the teleportation hall, and everywhere he could see those green skins with green fonts on his heads, who could be resurrected infinitely, carrying all kinds of weapons and armor, as well as furniture, and even a group of players, holding a demon who didn't know what rank he was, anyway, it wasn't a high-level demon.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Xueba stopped the players who were holding the demon and asked.

"Huh? This guy can't take off his equipment, so we'll take him to the Eternal Realm dungeon first. ”

One of the players explained to Xueba.

Although these demons and the inhabitants of the underworld have fallen into nightmares due to the influence of the whispers of the old gods, it does not mean that they will never wake up, and the current situation is obviously under the control of the dungeons of the Eternal Realm.

Loot some loot, Xueba has no opinion, it's understandable for this group of greenskins, but it's a bit too much to take the demon lord away, in case someone passes through the portal and wakes up directly in the dungeon of the Eternal Realm, how can it be explained?

In order not to cause any diplomatic disputes, Xueba raised his hand to search for equipment, and sure enough, he saw a bound magic mark, he took a moment to help the players unbind the mark, and then said:

"Now I can take off my equipment."

The players watched Xueba's operation for a moment, and then they were stunned, some players tried to take off the demon's breastplate, and they were able to take it off!

As long as there is equipment that can be taken off, the players will not keep any of them, and several players quickly take off the demon and throw it aside.

Xueba looked at the players who were happily leaving, and went in the direction of the hall of the Lord of Winterfell.

When Sherlock walked to the lord's hall, the entire lord's hall was not to the extent of being emptied, but all the people who fell into the nightmare that the top students saw were basically naked, and the key parts were in a state of mosaic.

In addition to equipment, there are also a lot of furniture that players have taken care of.

After that, there are the dresses in the closet, all kinds of kitchen utensils in the kitchen, and some practical tools, magic items or scrolls and the like.

In short, as long as it looks useful and valuable, everyone will take it and move it away, no matter what it does.

The efficiency of the players was very high, and it didn't take long for the two thousand people to bring a big move to the city lord's hall.

And Xueba has also arrived in the magic control room in the city lord's hall, and quickly found the magic props to charge the magic shield of the dungeon.

A crystal suspended in a large pile of magical machinery.

When Xueba was working, it was natural that there were players watching from the sidelines, after all, for players, these are all plots.

After the work of the top student was completed, a player asked:

"It's over?"

"It's over." Xueba nodded.

Then I saw the players in front of me froze for a moment, and then rushed over, and several people worked together to take away the magic energy machine and the magic shield crystal, and said:

"Wocao, it's so lucky, watch the plot and start a hidden mission!"

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