These monsters aren't a problem, it's a matter of how easy and comfortable they are. I carry a reputation on my back, and I can't afford to miss anything in the face of strangers.

I said, "Do you want to kill them all?" Who are they? ”

Zhao Luo focused on melting the Throne Freezer and did not answer.

The monsters attacked me, and three of them raised their palms to grab me, their fingertips like icicles, and with a slight thought, I burned them to death by a vortex of fire caused by extinction.

See? Your flaming sword is not a unique artifact, humanity has long mastered fire, weapons that can even burn the surface of the earth.

I unleashed a torrent and instantly appeared behind the monsters, then stabbed out the thunder sword, slashed out the fidar, and I severed the arm of a frozen one, and then slice its head open. I stepped forward, dodging their siege, the lightning swirling and splitting the monsters apart.

They fell into confusion and became slow and hesitant, but I didn't stop, two god-killing gods flew away, and more than a dozen monsters were shattered.

Suddenly, the frozen man who fell on the side raised his head and spat out a mouthful of white frost and snow at me, I jumped a few meters to the side, my left hand was stained with some frost, I saw that my skin was frozen blue, if it was an ordinary person who was hit by this frost mist, my hand was afraid that it would have died.

If they had used this trick earlier, the battle situation would have been much more troublesome.

Unfortunately, the Freezers seemed to have opened their minds all at once, and instead of rampage, trying to get close, they faced me and breathed deeply. I knew they must not be allowed to breathe out ice, or I might not be able to survive in this room.

The torrent made me in the midst of them in the next second, and in an instant, extinction formed a firestorm, thunder and lightning and fire bombarded them, paralyzing, burning, tearing, and shattering. They have survived in this supernatural ice for too long to withstand the scorching heat.

The hot fire is like falling cherry blossoms.

Fragments of the Frozen Ones flew around.

I stand alone among the corpses.

Invincibility.

I can only describe myself as invincible at this moment.

I'm the god of vegetable abuse, I'm the fish pond superstar, I'm the overlord of the kindergarten, and I'm the strongest among the weak.

I was immersed in self-absorption, and suddenly, the roof crackled, crackled, like a big dog with wet feet running across the floor.

That dog must have been huge.

I looked up, and in the shadows, a tall, long figure climbed upside down over the ceiling, it shrunk up, but it was no less than three meters tall.

I sneered slightly—there could be no shark in the pond, and even though it was not small, it was just a bluff.

It rolled over and landed, its body glowing white, it was a snow-white stupid big one, more than three meters tall, with a cape, a broad body, very strong.

This is another stepping stone to my strength.

I held the Thunder Sword upside down, and as for the back of me, I paced it leisurely and slowly, and I said, "Big guy, you probably don't understand what I'm saying. However, the facts are already obvious. ”

I pointed to the remains of its companions and said, "Victory or defeat is clear at a glance." You may be some rare species, or a rare demon, but let me tell you, I've killed countless demons in my life, and I don't mind adding one more, you know? ”

It still didn't answer, its blue eyes looking at me coldly.

How do I feel like a villain?

The villain died of too much talk.

I coughed and said, "Of course you have a choice, you can choose not to be a hero, walk away obediently, I will be polite and amiable to watch you go, and I will never lift a finger of you." Or, if you choose to avenge your relatives and friends, it would be heroic, but ask yourself, is it worth it? ”

When the big white man spoke, I actually understood what it was saying: "They are not my relatives and friends, but the people who imprisoned me." ”

It's some kind of heart-to-heart exchange.

I said, "Then you should be grateful that I have released you?" ”

The big white man's mind changed violently, no longer rational, but full of terrible anger, like a hungry tiger driven mad or battered, it longed to kill, to see the organs of the enemy sprinkled all over the earth, all over his eyes.

It was as if I had seen an ocean of blood.

All the dangers and desperate situations I have experienced have given me such instincts, and when I encounter terrible enemies, ominous omens, I will be aware of them.

Now is that moment.

It is still silent.

I hurriedly put on a smiling face and said, "Everything is a misunderstanding, I came here to release you." ”

Unfortunately, Big White doesn't seem to be the type to listen to persuasion, and it still doesn't seem to have given up on the idea of disemboweling me.

I didn't give up, because I have a wife, how easy is it to coax an angry wife? The trick is that you have to let go of your dignity and speak softly to let her know that you have a grievance, but decide to compromise it.

I was about to speak, but it didn't give me that chance, and he came up to me in an instant, swinging his fist that shrouded the cold air.

I didn't have time to draw my sword, and I used the torrent to multiply my strength, and I struck a brilliant hand, when our fists collided, and the temperature around my body plummeted, and even the air seemed to freeze, and I rolled on the ground a few times, and my hands were almost frozen into ice.

A low roar rang out of its throat, and it snorted again, spewing cold wind from its mouth. I cast extermination, stop it with raging fire, it has the upper hand, but I will not throw in the towel easily.

After a few moments, it stopped its offensive and for a moment appeared weak.

If it had woken up when Sagan's Gate had been opened, it would not have been able to adapt so quickly after a long sleep, just as an ordinary person after swimming usually needs to adapt to the gravity of the land, it has lived in the ocean of dreams for too long, and this place is too strange to it.

Just like Abel back then, if he hadn't just woken up, we wouldn't have had a chance to live.

I swung my sword, and the three god-killing blades hit its brain, and it took three steps back, wailing in severe pain, and a large hole was cracked in its head, it was not invincible.

My injured hand is sore and numb, and my mind blade has a limit, so I must fight quickly, and once I am empty, I will become a high-ranking infantryman, and I can only cut flat.

I turned my wrist, and the god-killing blade broke through the air again, this power was like the armor-piercing bullet of Barrett's sniper rifle, although the range could not reach that far, it could easily tear through the armor, and the wound on its head was like a fountain of blood, this injury was very serious, it could not last long.

I paused for a moment to catch my breath, and then I saw that its wound was repairing.

I said angrily, "Do you still have such cheating? Are you locked in blood? ”

It jumped upwards and pressed down on me from the sky, like an avalanche, and the black snow cover was facing my head. I swooped in a certain direction and narrowly avoided being buried.

I wanted to ask for help from the unfathomable Zhao Luo, but she was concentrating on playing with the snowman. Why didn't Big White attack her?

The point is, I said it all before - the number one master of the black coffin, Yunyun, I have to deal with this paying player alone.

It jumped to the height again, and then landed again and again, ping pong, every time it was like a landslide, I hid in Tibet, and used the cherry blossoms to the fullest, this palace is fortunately very strong, incredibly strong, otherwise it would have been demolished. The chill it emitted makes it as cold as Arctic winter, and the cold makes people go crazy, and makes people's legs and feet turn into ice and become slow.

I observed its wounds, healing slowly, and strenuous exercise hindered the recovery of the injury, which is medical common sense.

I pulled out my spear and smeared it with poisonous blood, and the moment it rose into the air again, I used it without a trace and disappeared from its consciousness.

Anyway, it didn't hit me, and I couldn't do anything about it, because I forgot about it, and it lost its purpose. In the next second, I lifted the traceless. I was so close to it that it looked at me, its eyes changing from dazed to angry, but it was too late.

The spearhead pierced its healing wound, and the viper's blood began to bite at its healing cells.

It hit me in the chest with an uppercut, I was already on guard, and blocked it with an iron lotus, but I still vomited blood, and the poisonous blood got into the hole in its head, come on, hurt each other! Damn hanging!

But I don't think I'm qualified to call it that.

It was another punch, and I tried to defend it, and it broke my bones. I used my hand hard and pushed the spear gun inside, so let's be reckless, and see who kills first.

I let out a roar of rage, and it bled like a bucket of blood, punch after punch, as if I were a punching bag, my bones rattled, break, break, it's almost broken anyway, I hope Vasilissa's blood will heal me, who hasn't opened the lock blood or what?

Its final punch was so heavy that I flew in the air for a while, and when I landed, I felt like I had to confess.

It pressed its head and let out a pitiful howl on its knees. I sighed, "I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me, the world is full of helplessness." ”

Writing gradually appeared on its chest, it was Sumerian, my heart was beating faster, blood was gushing up my head, buzzing, what was going on? Why does my head feel like I'm on a vibrating phone?

The Sumerian word for the big white man means "Abel life".

I shined on my forehead on the ice, and the word Abel was written on it.

When was this left?

Abel was clearly not the pervert who sneaked into my room and wrote on my head, I think it was the second time we met, and after he killed the lava demon for me, he reached out and nodded between my eyebrows.

He left his mark because he saw me as a worthy opponent.

It dawned on me that this castle of the Assyrian Empire might be an ancient laboratory trying to resurrect Abel. Big White is probably the only surviving test subject here. Why did Salotte do this? He is a Bloodline, why is he trying to resurrect the ancestors of the human race?

My blood flowed into its body, its brain, and resonated with Abel's sigil, which at least made me understand what it was and what this castle was.

I shouted, "Let's go!" Let's go! No more fighting! You're free, and I want to leave work early...."

It screamed and ran at me again, slowly, and I held a spear gun aimed at its heart.

But instead of attacking me, it knelt down before me and fell to the ground as if in submission.

I sometimes wonder if people are too lucky, will they be damned?