Returning to the fork in the road again, I did not hesitate to continue on the straight route. (8) 『ΔΔ(一) Chinese Net*.81.

Now that it's upgraded, I'm looking forward to going to the sixteenth floor to check it out.

If I could, I'd like to try it on the seventeenth floor, and although the monsters there are level eighth, I don't think they will bother me much.

Once you've made up your mind, move on.

Although the road ahead is a bit tortuous and there are many corners, it seems that monsters like Amon are not only not good at teamwork, but also not good at sneak attacks.

I was cautious in the first few turns, for fear that a huge fist would come out and knock me out of the air.

But when he turned around, Amon either stood there and looked around, or wandered back and forth to look around, or sat on the ground and looked left and right.

There are no treacherous and sneak attacks, and they are really all warriors who advocate chivalry!

I couldn't help but praise in my heart.

In other words, my favorite thing to encounter is this kind of second-class opponent who respects the spirit of chivalry, this kind of opponent from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, even including the brain is full of explosive muscles and raging blood, they never use the few brain cells left to think, but are better at listening to the blood flowing in the body, like an angry rhinoceros, rushing against all the existence that provokes them.

Generally, when encountering this kind of opponent, as long as I don't get killed by the image, and I don't get pulled away by the opponent, the strength difference is too big, and it's basically a non-injury monster farming.

That being said, Amon isn't all second-rate either.

After a long journey, I finally met a different Amon again.

It was huge, even bigger than the Amon it had first encountered.

The skin is dark red, and if you don't look closely, you might even think it's a skinless monster entirely.

The violent muscles, bulging blood vessels, and the constant trembling like a little mouse are simply an enlarged version of an international fitness champion.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and many black lines were drawn on his forehead.

Although he hasn't fought yet, this Amon looks very powerful at first glance, and maybe he will fall into a bitter battle again.

A few meters away, I didn't move for a long time, and the straight knife in my hand was still in the sheath, but my hand had already climbed up to the handle of the knife and held it tightly.

Whether to fight or withdraw, there is still hesitation.

If you bypass it, you may soon enter the sixteenth floor, but I always feel a little regretful.

If you fight it, once you get into a bitter battle and waste too much physical strength, maybe this journey will be back here.

Well, it's a bit undecided.

I sighed a little distressedly, and my footsteps moved habitually, making a slight grinding sound.

The sound of breathing, which had been relatively steady, suddenly became rapid and heavy, and it was not my breathing, but the Ammon in front of me.

It turned its back to me and slowly turned its body, revealing its terrifying face.

On its chest, there were several deep and shallow wounds, as well as a dozen dents of different shades, all of which were left by sword weapons, fire guns, and bow weapons.

If that's all it means, it probably doesn't mean anything, but on its chest, there is a string of rosary-like ornaments.

The ornament is made of a knot of straw rope, and a dozen or so round spheres on it collide with each other, making an empty sound.

These round spheres are human skulls that have long been cleaned.

Under the dim light, there was no trace of flesh and blood on the skulls, and all of them were terrifying.

Some of the skulls no longer have jaws on them, and it is unknown whether they were eaten or crushed in the process of tandem.

The only thing they know is that their owners must have experienced great despair, after all, from a hunter to a prey, this process, no matter who it is, will feel desperate.

Amon is a monster with a strong monopoly, so this piece should be its exclusive territory, however, it has not seen any of the adventurer's wreckage and weapons left behind, can it be said that these have been eaten by it?

It's really a steel tooth and an iron stomach......

Amon stared at me with red eyes, furious, as if he had developed a deep hostility towards me, an uninvited human.

Anger because of unsolicited arrivals?

I sneered: maybe it's not only that, even if you greet it, you will definitely be so hostile, after all, Amon's territorial consciousness is extremely strong.

So, is it time to start fighting?

I watched that the hand on the hilt of the sword never let go, and that the slightest disturbance in it would be regarded by me as the beginning of a fight.

Moo!

Amon let out a low roar, with a thick threat and coercion, as if to announce to me that I would not go any further.

I stood motionless, posing, waiting for the moment of difficulty.

Although there is a fighting intent scattered all over the body, there is no trace of murderous aura, after all, the murderous aura will follow, and at that time, I will definitely be uncontrollable, rampage attack the monster in front of me.

This one seems to be one size bigger than the first Ammon encountered, and if it attacks impulsively, it is likely to end up very badly.

Perhaps its power and destructive power are much stronger than the first one.

Don't look at me as I have been promoted by one level, all the ability indices have improved accordingly, but in the face of absolute power, I still can't bear it.

While thinking about countermeasures, I made up my mind: once the opposite side attacks, let's use agility and degree to win, and as for the strength of the competition, we must avoid what we can dodge.

I confronted it silently, refusing to move any longer.

Yamon's red eyes gradually filled with irritability, and I could feel that each breath was heavier than before, and the muscles of its body trembled more violently than before, and a pair of fists much larger than my head made a slight click, as if each of them was hiding a little mouse that was being crushed.

The sound of the creaca gradually became louder and denser, gradually spreading all over Amon's body, and it didn't take long for this strange sound to come out of its whole body.

With the strange sound, the muscles of Amon's body trembled more and more intensely, as if he was being electrocuted, and he couldn't stop at all.

Electrocuted?

Don't want to......

Spasms?

It seems like......

If it was really spasmodic, then this tremor should be painful and uncontrollable, why did its eyes shine with excitement?

Although I don't know what this is all about, I always feel that the big war is near.