"Let's stay here tonight."

After a long silence, Fried suggested.

Duchamp nodded, and by this time the sun had set in the west, and the three of them took out their small single tents and set up a makeshift camp.

"It looks dead dead during the day, but it's not very peaceful at night, and you can't go when the sun sets, so be careful at night." Fried admonished.

"Is there anything here, a more powerful beast?" Duchamp asked.

Fried shook his head and said, "It's not a monster, it's a monster, and after it is destroyed, it disappears inexplicably." Attacks on them are often ineffective, and can only be killed if they hit a vital point. ”

Duchamp looked at the subtext in Fried's eyes, smiled, and said, "I have my own way to deal with it, and don't worry about me if I encounter it." ”

In the salt sea, not only is it dazzling during the day, but even the night seems to be much brighter than elsewhere. In order to rotate his duties, Goethe slept early in the morning, and Fried took care of it in the middle of the night. Duchamp also wanted to go to bed early, but he was so stimulated by the bright night that he couldn't sleep.

He adjusted his radar to alert, adjusted his watch as well, and slept hard. Outside the small tent, Fried was still wallowing in the past, which was not very good.

Dushang looked at the force field here, Qiyao had a serious imbalance, the power of fire and water was suppressed, and there was a faint layer of upper attribute covering. Duchamp took out his precious tactical power guide, glanced at the embedded spells, and mentally simulated the tactics if he encountered danger. After checking everything around, I finally felt a little sleepy.

At night, Duchamp slept very unsteadily, and he dimly felt that the more evening it was, the more intense the upper three attributes of this place, especially the phantom attributes, seemed to be stronger.

"Where the hell is this energy?" Duchamp muttered in his sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, the radar finally sounded the alarm. Duchamp was in high spirits, sat up, and thought to himself: "Grandpa is finally here, after waiting for so long, I can finally get a good night's sleep after killing him." ”

In the wasteland, there was a mist-like thing in the distance that was gradually approaching, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be a phantom beast that had not yet condensed into substance, although the level was not high, but there was more than one number.

Fried shouted, "Goethe, get up. Seeing that Duchamp had already lifted the tent and walked out in full gear, he thought to himself, this kid really has a set.

Goethe didn't wake up in time, Fried was stunned, all these years, Goethe was born and died with the hunters, not to mention shouting, the slightest noise should wake him up. He opened the tent, saw his son's sleeping face, and anxiously kicked Goethe, shouting, "Goethe, wake up." ”

Duchamp reminded him: "The monster is coming." ”

Fried had no choice but to turn around, guard near his son's tent, and shouted, "These suckers are poisonous, be careful not to let them attack." Their weakness is not in the middle of the head, but in the center of the body, and it is enough to strike when you have the right opportunity. ”

In the night, these mist-like monsters, with human-like facial features, waved their two front paws, and approached in groups.

Fried looked at the appearance of the monster, and felt a little anxious, he came to the Salt Sea a few years ago, and the monsters he encountered at that time were far less powerful than these, it seems that in the past few years, they have evolved again.

Duchamp relied on the analysis system, and did not have to bother to find its weaknesses, and the attacks of the upper three attributes had a suppressive effect on it. Duchamp held the tactical guide in one hand, condensed the spell ultimate death spiral of the time attribute, and smashed a large area while there was still some distance. Luck is really good, twenty percent of the additional attributes of Qi Absolute are triggered, and several are dropped in seconds on the spot.

Seeing that Duchamp's guiding spell was so powerful, Fried was overjoyed, and with the strength of his body, he pounced, and the sword flashed, and the monster in front of him was immediately cut into two pieces. These monsters are not so easy to deal with, and then the body is glued together, but this bonding takes a little time, and he is in the monster pile, a whirlwind swings, attracting the monster's attack, giving Duchamp the opportunity to channel the spell.

Duchamp prepared the spell and shouted, "Retreat." Fried sped up and rushed out to the side. Duchamp saw the time, and the second death spiral went out, smashing into the monster group, and several more in seconds. After killing rhythmically for a while, the scattered monsters in the wasteland were moving, and they came one after another, and Duchamp was not afraid, thinking to himself: all of them are here to deliver food.

Fried attracted the monster's attention in front of him, deliberately luring the monster away from his son's tent, while Duchamp followed behind and made a big move, and slowly moved away from the tent, and a few of them came later, and pounced on Goethe's tent. Fried kept an eye on his son's side, and when he saw this, he said loudly to Duchamp: "You can take care of it here, and I'll take care of a few over there." Before he could finish speaking, he charged and turned back.

It was a good situation, but it was reversed because of the soldier's escape. Duchamp saw this situation and sighed: "This is a trick to force me!" With a flip of his hand, the staff of conduction, which had been hidden in his sleeve, was revealed.

He frightened this group of monsters, and took advantage of the monsters to disperse, gathered spells again, played kite tactics, and fought easily.

Duchamp was unharmed, wiped out the monsters here, turned around to look, and found that a small wave of monsters had gathered on Fried's side, although it did not hurt him much, but to find the key point in the monster group, and then attack calmly, it was not so calm, Fried had to break up the monsters first, and then try to find various opportunities to repel them.

Duchamp ran over, used another scare, and scattered the monster, watching as Fred found the center of the monster and split the monster in half one by one, and he didn't know where he hit the weakness, the monster could no longer condense.

Although the monster in front of him had been killed for the time being, there seemed to be stars moving in the distant wasteland in this direction, and Fried tried to call his son again.

Seeing this, Duchamp exclaimed, "You come to deal with the approaching monster, and I will wake him up." ”

Seeing that Fred agreed, Duchamp activated his illusion shield to protect his surroundings, clenched his staff again, withdrew his mental power, and cautiously went to Goethe's brain.

Goethe was in a state of illusion. In the fantasy world, there is a fairytale hut and apple trees, and on the grass in front of the hut, he has degenerated into a child, and a woman is gently holding him and muttering to him. Duchamp was horrified to find that Goethe was getting younger and younger, and his body was getting closer and closer to the child.

"Put him down!" Duchamp shouted angrily and threw himself at the mysterious woman.

"Who are you?" The woman was shocked and couldn't help but take two steps back, "Who are you and how did you break into our home." ”

"Your home?" Duchamp looked at the fairytale cottage behind him, and took two steps back vigilantly, glancing with disgust at the woman's feet, the earth that was almost a different color.