Belloc Street.

In the silence of the streets, the black half-beast warriors were still engaged in a desperate battle with the Kagbo, and the asphalt roads had long since been potholed in their battles, littered with cracks and holes pierced by branches.

The natural servant in the alley carefully cared for the sapling in front of him, and the golden oak sapling grew rapidly in his expectant eyes, competing with the cross of the god against the god without a trace for the divine power of Obai.

At night, in the sky of this area. The stars faded, the moon slowly disappeared from the eyes of the crowd, and even the sound of the surrounding cars gradually faded away.

Faint mirrors continue to pass through the area, and the wonderful light seems to have a magical power, constantly refracting according to unique rules, and the visual sense in front of you is overlapping, as if it is a little unreal.

Eventually, when the mirror light reflects back to the point of origin, everything in the Belloc Strasse is reflected in a huge mirror.

Gradually, a breeze blew from the corner of the street to the end of the street, and an inexplicable coolness suddenly appeared on the living creatures in the area.

Centered on Belloc Street, in the surrounding apartments, many people who had fallen asleep due to rosemary suddenly shivered, and then continued to fall asleep, sleeping more and more sweetly and peacefully.

However, in the middle of the battle, Kagbo and his party did not notice all this, and still wanted to kill the other party at all costs and get what they wanted.

The cold breeze blew, but their hearts became hotter and hotter, as if an invisible force blessed them.

The blood became hotter and hotter, the fighting spirit became more and more high, and the desire to destroy was full of it.

At this moment, the black-skinned half-orc warrior Brad, after dodging the two rattan whips drawn from the left and right, rushed forward again.

He had already seen that there was something wrong with Kagbo, and most of the vine rhizomes that seemed to be endless were missing at once, which left him with a very good opportunity.

Yikes!

He looked at Kagbo, who was hanging not far from the apartment, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Once again, the thought of fighting back came to my mind. The bestiality and fighting spirit that originated from the half-orcs made him unable to control himself anymore.

The twin knives in his hands clenched and turned into a whirlwind of death again, and rushed unstoppably, and the oncoming vine rhizomes could not survive in front of this whirlwind of death for half a second.

With a roar, Brad stepped on the concrete road again with his legs in two dents and cracks, and then took advantage of this reaction to leap high and slash at his target.

"Smash and die!"

The double knives swung down with boundless wind pressure in front of Kagbo, and before the blade could reach his face, the wind pressure had already cut out small scars on Kagbo's skin, and a faint bloodshot seeped out.

Kagbo felt a faint pain on his face, and the evil fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and the black-skinned bastard in front of him became more and more obstructive, and the memories of being chased by him like a mouse came to his heart again, and his eyes were unconsciously covered with blood, and his eyes were full of madness.

The idea of trying to control the Cross of the Gods as much as possible to take back these divine powers had long been forgotten by him, and what he wanted to do most at the moment was to completely pinch this bastard black-skinned half-orc to death.

Of course, he did it thoroughly.

He gave up the divine power that had been competing with the Golden Oak, and the dense creeper completely wrapped him in a frenzied growth, blocking Brad's heavy slash.

In the next second, a giant hand entangled by a large number of countless plants directly slapped him into the ground and held him down.

Kagbo fell from the window, countless plants grew from the cross of the god on his chest, and his whole person was wrapped in plants, as if he were a vegetative person.

As he walked, countless rhizomes spread out from under his feet, digging deep into the ground, sucking in all kinds of nutrients.

Sting!

Brad's figure suddenly shot out from under the plant's giant hand, his furry hands clutching a large handful of branches and rhizomes.

In the next second, two strong, non-human-like figures collided together, and the ground shook slightly.

Roar!!!

Brad roared, his body was a few points larger again, and the whole person broke through the height of two meters.

His long-haired sharp claws went straight to the door of the Kagbo face, and the sharp claws of nearly three centimeters were covered with layers of black light, no worse than the double knives. The beast-like vertical pupils were full of cruelty and hideousness.

On the other side, Kagbo actually took all the attacks of the black-skinned orcs.

His whole body was covered with dark green creepers, and the tenacious rhizomes that protected him like armor. The rhizomes behind his body were entangled, and out of thin air, like a few more arms, he kept whipping the orc.

All of a sudden, it was he who had the upper hand and pressed this battle-hardened orc to fight.

After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and there are more than four hands!

In the dirty alley, the man in the linen robe was already clinging to the golden oak tree with his hands, and although he didn't look as crazy as the few people outside, there seemed to be something wrong with his sobriety.

At this moment, he kept praying to the golden oak tree in front of him, confessor, with tears on his face and remorse, constantly begging for forgiveness from the golden oak, and constantly transmitting the natural power in his body to accelerate the growth of the golden oak.

The golden oak had grown to be more than three meters tall at the moment, with a thickness of fifteen or sixteen centimeters. Its massive rhizomes had spread and grown, frantically heading towards the apartment opposite, instinctively trying to reclaim Obai's power.

The roots of the golden oak tree grew all the way, tearing off all the cement and stone on the ground along the way, and the once neat road became a slur at a speed visible to the naked eye. Several of the seriously injured orc companions along the way were also spared, and they were directly crushed by the roots of the tree, and after a while, they turned into a bloody skin.

Angus and the others hid in the corner of the edge and looked at everything in front of them, without any expression on their faces.

They constantly communicated with the Mirror of Eternity, burning their own vitality without pity, spreading all kinds of negative emotions in the yin wind projected by the underworld, blowing towards a few people in the field.

In the middle of the battlefield, Brian was already about to be beaten to pulp by Kagbo, and if it weren't for the vitality of the orcs far beyond ordinary people, he would have died a long time ago.

Although under normal circumstances, the black-skinned half-orc warrior is afraid that he can beat ten blasphemous priests Kagbo with one hand, but he can't stand the krypton gold hanging on the opposite side!

The power in the cross of the god is released frantically as if it doesn't want money. The world is such a real MMORPG game, no matter how sharp your operation is, you will definitely be beaten when you encounter a Krypton player.

Now the scene on the field perfectly illustrates this point, and the civilian players are being frantically beaten by the kryptonite monster players.

That's right, you read that right, that's the literal meaning, he's being hung and beaten at the moment.

The tangled and twisted rhizomes entangled Brian and hung him in the air, and the octopus-like tentacles behind Kagbo hung him frantically, as if this was the only way to vent his anger.

It's just that no one thinks about whether the world they see in front of them is real or not.

In the area of refraction of the mirror's light, Angus quietly looked at the unconscious Kagbo who had turned his hands into a puddle of flesh because he kept whipping the telephone pole, and silently praised the greatness of the Eternal Mirror in his heart.

"It's time for us to play next, and remember not to kill and maim them. Angus commanded lightly, "They are still of great use." ”