Ian felt like his blood was about to burn. Again and again, his hand fell, and the blade of the guardian hummed as it sliced through the air. After being silent for a long time, he was awakened, and the originally empty corridor was now full of the bodies of evil ghosts, exuding an unbearable fishy smell.

Manhe looked at the man in front of him tremblingly, carrying a knife in the hallway full of viscous liquid. This is the blood, and it is the corpse water. He couldn't remember how many the man had beheaded, so much so that it was about to fill the corridor of the tens of meters.

His afterglow flickered, and a blue glimmer flashed.

"Hey, hey, that's, don't-"

Before Manhe could finish his sentence, Ian took up his knife again and chopped his face into minced flesh. He glanced at Manhe and wiped the liquid from his body on his body, placing a new mark on himself.

Manhe was completely stunned: "You, what the hell are you doing. ”

"Kill ghosts. Ian spat out two words briefly.

He figured it out, he figured it out the moment Hilt died. Instead of being so aimless, looking for corridors and halls one by one, I don't know how long it will take to find other people. It is even possible to pass by them, and the best way is not to look for them one by one.

Instead, let all the hunters who are still alive, come to him.

How do you get other people to find him? It's very simple, it's all about luring them all over and cutting them down one by one. Hilt said that they couldn't be killed, so what else could they do if they were turned into minced meat and stumps?

Ian let out a long breath, and when he felt tired, he opened the pill bottle, took one, and in a few seconds, he was back to his best. He needed this state most now, he wanted to get out of here, he wanted to save the others, he wanted to kill the king of the earth.

Then he needs to be the strongest, Lord of Thorns!

"You're crazy. Manhe gritted his teeth and said, "Who do you think you are?

Ian doesn't really want to deal with Manhe, he has to conserve his energy to fight the next one. In fact, he didn't know if he could succeed, this time the previous hunt of the dragon king was different, although the dragon king was much stronger than this, but as long as the dragon king was successfully hunted, everything would disappear. However, this time it was different, he didn't know how many of them, and he didn't know how much he would attract.

Without the power of the Iliad, he had to rely on the fighting skills he had learned from Perseus, as well as his infinite endurance.

As long as you kill everything, then it will become.

This idea, while it may seem ridiculous, is the most straightforward and effective way to do it. Sweep all of them, and the greatest possible to ensure the safety of the rest of the hunters who may survive.

But Ian isn't really delusional about fighting all of them either. Hilt had told him that the most powerful of them were the four underground floors, some dead dragons, who had the power of dragons, but could not be killed. Such a monster may be more dangerous than the dragon king, and Ian would not be stupid enough to provoke those, so he chose to be in the corridor on the third floor, which is a slightly narrow space that cannot accommodate an entire dragon.

So what he has to fight against is only a few small ones, and its threat is even inferior.

There's just one more problem, and Ian hasn't been willing to think about it.

"Your medicine is counterproductive. Manhe asked coldly, "Although it can bring you short-term vitality, but the backlash after that is probably not small." Otherwise, your companion would not have died. ”

Ian didn't answer, and he gripped the hilt of the guard again, as the end of the corridor began to tremble again. A new wave is coming, and he must raise his sword to face it.

"You've already eaten three pills in a row, if I'm not mistaken, every time you eat one more, you're planning to use new medicinal power to fight against the backlash of old medicinal power. "That's why you're not weak yet, but have you ever thought about it, when you stop taking this drug, the backlash that builds up will kill you—"

"Can you stop talking?" Ian coldly interrupted Manhe, "What does my life have to do with you?"

Manhe choked, Ian's words directly blocked his mouth, and he didn't know what to say. At this moment, a new wave has arrived, and it is none other than those dwarven Deadpools who were in the first place. They all hold rotten weapons in their hands, and their bulging muscles have not degraded even after a thousand years.

It's by far the most powerful.

Ian took a deep breath, then pulled it out again and put it in his mouth. As he bit down, the sticky dragon blood slowly melted in his mouth, flowing down his throat and into his body, like a knife, and at the same time, the blood flowing in his body began to boil little by little.

Manhe was not wrong. The reason why he kept taking it was to maintain his condition and delay the weakness and pain caused by the dragon's blood backlash. He had learned this method from Karan, who had been taking the less effective ones all along, just to prolong his life. He had to keep taking it, lest the backlash brought by the dragon's blood could kill him in an instant, and in the end, he kept taking it and let him live for many more years.

It's just that dragon's blood is poison after all. While it brings vitality to people, it is also destroying human bodies, and the reason why Karan died is because his whole body has been corroded by dragon blood, and he is weak to return to the sky. Ian knew that he must have been in pain during those days, and he also knew that he would soon have to face that pain.

The moment he put down the knife, the pain caused by the backlash would hit his whole body like a tide.

But so what? Karan knew the consequences of taking dragon blood, didn't he still eat it? Cassius was the same, otherwise how could there be a later. People always have something to fight for, even if they gamble their lives.

Ian holds the guard in his right hand and Rudo's dagger in his mouth. The other hand reached into his pocket and picked up two crimson source stones.

He's going to get out of here, he's going to save the others, he's going to see the Messiah alive.

That's enough.

Dwarven Deadpool walked towards him with neat steps, leaned down, and threw the source of fire out of his pocket. The source of fire exploded as it landed, and the flames rose into the sky, spreading half the corridor in an instant. The stumps of the demons struggled in the flames, turning to ashes little by little. Screams filled the hallways.

In the firelight, Ian seemed to see Hilt slowly close his eyes.

"That's your thing, Lord Lord. ”

Click, click.

Deadpool, a dwarven in heavy armor, stepped out of the flames step by step. The flames were devouring them, scorching their dead skins, but they were unmoved, as if they didn't feel the pain, and walked towards Ian step by step, like a grim reaper from hell.

"Kill all the enemies. ”

Manhe watched blankly, this peerless hunter, with the momentum of thunder, rushed towards the demons who came out of hell. The flames could not hide his figure, and Manhe would never forget this scene, the story of the hunter killing the ghost, which will be carried over time for thousands of years to become an eternal legend.

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