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At this time, Hillader was still fighting alone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He had been surrounded by the Jackal Reaper a few hours ago, and until now, he had killed not a thousand, but eight hundred. Two pistols have been scrapped and are now being used as a spare weapon. Thankfully, he has an ammunition depot in another space, and there is a constant supply of bullets, otherwise... But the bullets in the ammunition depot in the other space were stored by him in advance, and they were not blown by the wind, and the bullets were almost exhausted with such a flowing water consumption as him.

And the biggest problem now is not the ammunition left, nor the pistol with very low durability, not the little mana left, but his hands are so tired that they can't lift up, they are as heavy as lead, and his physical strength has long been overdrawn, and he shoots while his eyes are full of stars, and he can't see clearly, completely blindfolded - anyway, the jackal reaper is so crowded that he can hit with his eyes closed.

"When is it the end..."

Heradir really wanted to give up, there were too many, he really couldn't kill him, so he just died and went back to life.

and unwilling.

There are still a lot of shortcomings in the cloning resurrection technique, and the last time he was resurrected, he actually dropped 2 levels in one go, and it took a long time to practice back.

The technician in charge of the resurrection actually told him seriously: Sorry sir, your physique is not suitable for cloning.

… Oh, I'm so tired that I'm distracted! Danger, danger!

After all, even if the number of these animals is endless, why is the density getting bigger and bigger?

Hillatier would never have imagined that most of the jackal reapers' deaths were now concentrated. Because almost everyone had reached the entrance of the pyramid, the Jackal Reaper could not enter the barrier, so they had to look back for a new target. And he is the only one who is still hanging around in the jungle with the unfortunate urge. They don't all besiege him, but who else are they besieging him?

"Shoot the world!"

Hillatier made a few more turns, clearing the area. Although he wore a spacesuit and avoided the high temperature and the life absorption of the demon tree, he still couldn't see a glimmer of hope, and if he continued like this, he would die sooner or later.

Suddenly, several jackals in the distance let out a wail.

Then a figure ran over.

Hiladil was taken aback.

However, this person stumbled and was obviously not the sand king.

"It's great that someone finally came to save me... Forehead? ”

Before Hilladel had finished speaking, he found that the person who had come was Vincenion, and he looked a little strange, no, very strange.

His spacesuit had a large mass of dense speckled melts, and he panicked, grabbing a bottle of unknown potion in each hand.

Seriously injured?

Fortunately, Vincenion cleared out a lot of jackals on the way here, and Hiladier hurried to help Vincenion.

Vinceniony suddenly threw over a flask of the potion.

Hilladil's reaction was very fast, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on for so long under the siege of countless jackals and deaths, and the bullets could be dodged, let alone a bottle thrown over.

"Stop Vincenion!" Hillatier dodged the potion bottle sideways, and sure enough, it was used for attack, and the bottle seemed to be a strong acid or something, and it immediately emitted a pungent smell when it landed, and steam came out violently, "Are you crazy?" Don't attack, it's me! ”

"Who?" Vincenion fell into the arms of Hiradier, "Everyone's fine, save me!" ”

Picking him into his arms, Hillader saw that not only was the spacesuit rotten, but Vincenion's skin was also in shambles... It was ulcerated, pus-flowing, red, swollen, purple-black, and though it was not bleeding, there were dense small holes everywhere, and he was completely blind in both eyes.

Disgusting!

Hillatier subconsciously let go and threw Vincenion to the ground.

"Help me..."

"How did you get this?"

"The plague of the Sand King... Help me..."

Pestilence?

As soon as he heard the word, Hillatier's head went awry. This if contagious...! Who knew if the spacesuit would work against the plague of spells?

A new wave of jackal death has sprung out.

Ignoring the worries of Vincenion and the plague, he immediately took up his position and prepared to continue the fight—even if it was a hopeless struggle.

He only turned slightly, and suddenly his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Maybe it's because I've been fighting for too long and I don't have enough physical strength.

Hilladil didn't care much, and raised his gun to shoot.

Shot missed!

As a high-end shooter at level 60, how could he shoot wide?

Suddenly, he noticed that the ground was tilting and smashed at him. With a thud, he fell straight to the ground.

Nausea, dizziness, dizziness, weakness in the limbs, and severe pain all over the body.

"Uh..."

He struggled to prop up his upper body and suddenly felt a strange smell in his throat. Wow and vomited, and the vomit was still in the form of a jet, and it was all over the spacesuit.

The world is spinning.

The skin is sore and itchy.

He tore open the sleeve of his spacesuit, and immediately a mist of blood wafted out. Sure enough, the whole arm turned purple and black, and many pus sores appeared, some of which were still popping open, and pus and blood were splattering.

Hillatier fought alone for hours, not being killed by the enemy, only to die from the infection of his stupid teammates...

It's getting darker and darker... Consciousness is also not very clear. Hazy, he could see that several jackals had rushed to his vicinity.

Wow, spit again, this time with blood.

The plague started at the speed of light.

It's already dead anyway...

Hiladil trembled and raised his pistol and aimed it at his head...

Ka!

Dizziness leads to miscalculation of the number of bullets, and the magazine is empty.

He tried to kill himself with another pistol, but he couldn't make it, and the Jackal Reaper threw a scimitar at him and cut off his head.

"Don't come here!"

Vincenion crawled forward as he tossed bottles of strong acid around.

Then he was slashed indiscriminately, still crawling, and chopped into slices of minced meat, still convulsive.

The Jackal Reaper continued to slice the meat into smaller pieces.

Vincenion was dead.

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There are three levels of the plane: the celestial plane, the main material plane, and the underworld.

People who can move in the plane are used to calling the plane a channel, and I don't know who first called it that. The main material plane is channel 1.0, the celestial realm 2.0, and the underworld 0.0.

Although the coordinates of the Death Lord are still at the door of the pyramid just now, the person has already hidden in the underworld, located in the 0.7 channel that is not too deep, which is his limit.

The scenery here is eerie, eerie, blurry, distorted, and surging with extremely high density of magic. Next to him was a behemoth monster shaped like a pyramid, with a bloody mouth, staring at him with countless eyes. There are many, many tall and thin monsters next to it, and it is estimated that the original form is a magic tree.

As a living person, every second he stays here will cost a huge price, but he is not here for vacation.

He counts against time to accumulate mana. After all, there is a lot of magic power here, which is very different from the southern star of the main material plane, and the mana recovery is very fast.

Accumulate full mana, and the state is very good. But the Sand King didn't chase after him.

He firmly believed that the Sand King would definitely hunt him down, so he prepared for battle on the spot!

He began to capture some wandering evil spirits again as slaves.

"It's slow... Am I miscalculated? ”

If he continues to wait, he will be torn apart by the powerful magic of the underworld without the Sand King's hands.

Suddenly, he saw a hazy figure approaching in the distance.

"It's coming!" The Death Lord immediately tensed his nerves, "Fight..."

"Yo, I've found you." The Sand King gradually approached and smiled, "It's too small. ”

Wipe!

This is a taboo for the Death Lord. Although he has lived for thousands of years, he is in the posture of a Zhengtai.

"Evil spirits, bite him to death!"

More than a dozen translucent ghosts immediately pounced on the Sand King.

Click!

The Sand King bites off the head of an evil spirit.

"! What a situation! The Death Lord was startled, "You! How do you bite back on the evil spirit! ”

The Sand King tilted his head and was silent, looking confused.

The evil spirits froze, too.

"It's all on! Bite him to death! ”

More than a dozen evil spirits pounced on them again, biting hard. The Sand King unhurriedly grabbed them one in one hand and put them in his mouth.

After a while, the evil spirit didn't hurt the Sand King much, but was about to be eaten by the Sand King.

The Lord of Death sat down on the ground in fear.

It's always been an evil spirit that bites, but how is it the other way around today?

"Why are you so surprised?" The Sand King said while eating the evil spirit, "It seems that you have not studied the law of conservation of energy in the plane at all... Maybe you're still a kid. ”

Kid, I'm just seven years old, but I've been living for thousands of years, okay!

What the hell is the conservation of planes, I've never heard of it!

Why are you eating so deliciously?

The Sand King ate up the evil spirit and continued to approach.

This action immediately brought the Death Lord's thoughts back.

"Countdown to death!"

He raised his hand to cast a spell, and immediately added a pitch-black clock to the top of the Sand King's head.

"Huh?" The Sand King looked up, "What is this?" ”

"This is one of my strongest spells!" The Death Lord laughed, "You're careless! As long as you fall for my spell and ignore any situation, no matter how strong you are, you will die after the countdown is over. Death is fair to every living being. ”

"Oh... Why do you all have a win-winning look on your face after using the ultimate? You're full of flaws in this spell. ”

"Nonsense! No matter what you do now, you can't stop the countdown, even if you kill me! ”

"It's useless to kill you? That's true... There aren't so many flaws. ”

"Regret it, if you had come to hunt me down immediately, I wouldn't have been able to accumulate enough mana."

Boom.

The Sand King conjures up a giant hourglass.

The Death Lord was shocked, it was this strange hourglass again. This thing is unclear.

"I calculated, this clock on my head will take more than 2 minutes to kill me, right?"

"Uh..."

"My hourglass can kill you in 10 seconds at the earliest."

"So fast! No way! ”

"Don't be nervous, I won't kill you this time. Rather..."

With that, the Sand King reversed the hourglass.

The clock on his head is gone.

"I..."

This is one of the Death Lord's big moves that terrifies the entire North Star... It's already the strongest move that can be used at this stage. And with the determination to die together.

It's just gone?

The Death Lord lowered his hands and remained motionless.

"Hey, go on. I deliberately chased you to channel 0.7. It takes 10 minutes to find you and 1 minute to fight, aren't you making me angry? ”

“… I'm losing, you can open whatever you want..."

"The condition is to leave your head."

The Death Lord was stunned. The brain spun too fast, and it didn't take half a second, so he turned around and fled, moving the plane as he ran.

The Sand King caught up with him on Channel 0.8, kicked him over, grabbed his hair, and cut off his head.