It is another large hall, but the decoration of the four walls is quite different from the previous one.

Except for the hollow carvings and dragon head statues, there is not a single stone pillar connecting the upper and lower parts of the huge hall, but instead there is a floating staircase.

The staircase spirals upward, once a shortcut to the upper floor, but after hundreds of millions of years of erosion, many masonry and stone have been dilapidated, and what is even more exaggerated is that there is a break in the middle of the staircase, and the break distance is five or six meters high.

At this height, I can naturally jump up with a single jump, but I'm afraid that the steps that are the focus point will be overwhelmed and will crumble directly.

It's fine to say that it shatters after jumping, but if it shatters during charging, it can't help but be discouraged.

At the moment, the battle continues, I need more self-confidence to strengthen my heart, strengthen my double sword, only in this way, can I be undefeated for a long time, and because of the shortcut, resulting in discouragement, loss of fighting will, such a small loss of big things, I can never do.

Glancing at the puppet knights who were dozens of meters away, neatly aligned and stepping over, listening to the sound that resounded through the hall as they stepped on, and then glanced up at the squeaky and dancing goblins on the chandelier, he couldn't help but clench the double knives in his hands, pull out the stance, and meet the upcoming battle.

The first to fight me were the puppet knights who rushed over.

They are just like the scum of the previous layer, and they are powerless in the face of the dragon attack.

Countless metal parts crackled and shattered to the ground, and some puppet knights, whose upper bodies were still intact, still refused to die easily after they landed, still stubbornly sticking to the will of the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, and doing everything they could to stab me back with all their might.

However, the puppet knights with only the upper body armor left, whether it is combat power or attack range, are extremely limited, they can't reach me at all, and they don't have any independent thinking except for resolutely carrying out Bakar's orders, which makes them not know how to push their bodies to move closer to me with their arms, but only know how to keep swinging their swords and swinging swords again, as long as I am alive, their swords-swinging movements will not stop, even if they can't cut me, they have to swing their swords.

I was impressed by their perseverance, but at the same time, I found their constant sword swings very funny.

After taking out almost all of the puppet knights, I used the length of the Great Blade to kill the knights who were still attacking me with only the upper half of their bodies left.

Finally, only the last puppet knight in the hall, the goblin standing on the chandelier, and me.

The reason why the puppet knight was not attacked was because it had stood there silently and motionless the whole time.

Its state reminded me of a puppet knight I had met before, who was also motionless.

It's just that the puppet knight is really dead, turned into a silent metal statue, and the final fate is that I smashed it into slag.

However, the puppet knight in front of him did not look like a dead thing, its armor was still very new, and the knight's sword in his hand was also shining.

"Is it possible that it's playing dead?" I asked the Great Taidao.

"It doesn't matter if you pretend to be dead or really dead, give it a moment first, if you pretend to be dead, it will naturally block the counterattack, if you really die, you will directly break it into slag, which can be regarded as helping it overkill."

I nodded, "Makes sense." ”

Then, holding the big knife, he bullied himself and shouted: "Eat me with a knife!" ”

Just as the blade was about to slash at its waist and abdomen, a sudden click came into my ears, and the next moment, the puppet knight actually moved, it pulled out the knight's long sword inserted in the ground, and with both arms, it slashed through the air, from the bottom up, towards my crotch.

"Hey, your grandma, play yin for me!" With a low scolding, I quickly stopped my movements and jumped backwards twice in a row, avoiding the extremely vicious sword.

"Since you're playing yin, don't blame me for being ruthless!" With a cold snort, I picked up the big sword, and did the same, and slashed it under the crotch of the puppet knight.

The puppet knight's reaction speed was not as fast as mine, and I immediately picked it up, and I heard a click, and my entire metal body was split into two pieces from the bottom up.

The puppet knight who had been cut in two did not fall immediately, but froze in place for a few seconds, and suddenly swung the knight's sword in the air, slashing at my arm.

If this sword is cut honestly, even if the arm is continuous, it will not be able to run away if it is seriously injured.

In a panic, I lifted my foot and kicked the knight's legs, taking a leap to avoid the range of the sword.

I landed on both feet, immediately went into a state of alert, and looked up at the puppet knight, only to find that the puppet knight who had eaten the kick just now finally couldn't hold it anymore, and squeaked and turned into two pieces, falling to the left and right.

This time, it hung up completely.

"I almost capsized in the gutter," I said, taking a deep breath and feeling palpitating.

Before I could come back to my senses, I heard a strong wind whirring, and I subconsciously raised my head and was taken aback.

I saw a bunch of darts with a strange glow, shooting at me with a slash in the face.

This scene is familiar, but the difference is that the number of darts is a bit too much.

Frightened, I dodged and dodged, even forgetting to fight back.

Rao was very quick to react, but there were still several darts that pierced my shoulders and arms.

He pulled out the dart and sniffed it close to his nostrils, and sure enough, it smelled fishy, probably coated with poison.

"It's so ruthless!" I cursed, "Luckily, I'm immune to toxins." ”

Seeing that I was still standing there unharmed, the goblins jumped up and down, grinning and screaming.

Then, it threw dozens of darts at me in a row.

I dodged and resisted, and for several minutes I managed to block most of the darts, but several of them still took advantage of the weakness and pierced my skin, one of which was even nailed to my neck.

I pulled the darts off one by one, lifted them up, and threw them back.

However, my dart throwing skills did need to be improved, and I lost seven or eight darts in one go, but I didn't hit a single goblin - it's a shame!

Seeing that I was safe and sound, the goblin who was climbing on top of the chandelier became even angrier.

It stands to reason that this weak human should be poisoned to death, well, it may be that the power of my toxin is not strong enough, and I want to increase the amount of toxin, and strive to solve this nasty human at once!

Well, that's probably what the goblin thought, so he used magic to create darts on one side, and changed his battle strategy on the other side, from throwing poison darts to throwing flaming fire bombs.

(End of chapter)