[No. 3 test site reported an error, tell the weaver to hurry up and repair it]

[Another error? Who opened the room? 】

[I'll look at the login number. Oh, horse racing lady, that's not strange, the protection given to them by the three goddesses does hinder stability]

[There are horse racing lady customers at this juncture? Raise the difficulty and rush back, tell her that she is not eligible]

The music called "Roundabout" didn't sound after all.

Teacher Lu's depressing, gloomy but eerie and sacred battle song began to appear and be sung.

At that time, Omer, who really didn't have time to raise his hand and couldn't guarantee the dodge action, still had a way to go.

【Magic Explosion】

The instant burst of magic power that transforms into the form of the demon condenses a protective layer that can be used as a barrier, and the impact can even make people nearby take off.

Just like the transformation of some tokusatsu characters, they are invincible.

But this technique is still a game mechanic that has been restored from a series of otherworldly works called "Devil May Cry".

It was also the magic technique that he used the least after awakening the demon form.

It's not that it's not practical, it's just that there hasn't been much chance of serious fighting.

I didn't expect to use this trick for the first time in a dream-

- Oh, in a dream. It was only then that Omer came back to his senses, and realized in hindsight why the dream builder used the word 'Yanan'.

But the urgency of the moment no longer allowed him to think about it.

The silver-black intertwined demon was knocked away from the instantaneous expansion and scattering of magic power, and the silver-white wings like a windbreaker stretched out in an instant, to help the flame vent on the hind legs stabilize the landing stance, and the next moment when it returned to its human form, it ushered in the second claw of the donkey beast galloping in!

With a high-pitched, piercing howl.

It's also too noisy......

The stinky blood that had accumulated almost over the top of his boots was a bit of a hindrance, and Ommer's sideways dodge was noticeably slower, but that only made the dodge more thrilling, and the sharp wind rubbed against his shirt, and the blood splattered on it.

“……”

The demeanor to help Sunday Tranquility keep his coat is gone, and the fighting in this place will only get dirtier and dirtier.

Intensely staring at the opponent's two forelimbs and several hind legs dodging, Omer gritted his teeth and swung out the magic blade clenched in his right hand without thinking too much.

This is a transformer, just a trigger to activate the beta system, and the beta system that has been transformed into a motorcycle is not here at the moment, and it has lost its role as a weapon -

- It's pretty sturdy!

Mefilas star's technical needle does not poke.

The three sharp rhibious thorns belonging to the outer structure of the knuckle tiger poured into the deformed flesh with this swing, and the click of broken bones was faintly heard.

But the donkey, though still in pain, let out a sharper and piercing howl, did not flinch at all as the wounded should have.

In game terms, it didn't get hitstun.

At this moment, he opened his mouth directly to Omer, forcing him to draw out the bloody magic blade and leap forward, landing on his feet and a pool of blood, mixed with the corpse that I don't know if it was the material or the real thing, making him stumble and almost slip.

I'm really excited about this battlefield environment.

He only had time to glance at his feet before he immediately stared back at the opposite Omer, and immediately took a step, only to see the second mouth full of eyeballs on the other man's neck, which looked like a primitive head, was filled with white light.

Is it the sweeping, or the direct jet of water?

Although the battlefield is sparse, it is fortunate that you can recognize what kind of skill the opponent is accumulating.

Omer subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but realized that something was wrong, it didn't look like it was going to flush, but like it was gathering particles—

——From this inadmissible moment, he flashed two meters to his side like a pitch-black shadow, and saw that a white light was crossing his place.

The pillar of light, which was empty but unabated, pointed backwards, instantly piercing the stone wall at the end, and also piercing Omer's perception of being biased towards game design.

Laser?

His gaze was incredulous, looking at the big mouth that showed no traces of mechanical transformation, and began to redefine the '3.2' of 'Yanan 3.2'.

In particular, he also saw that the wound on the waist of the other party's donkey body was repairing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

I looked at it again, although it had such a cool name as 'Beta Demon Blade', but as a weapon, it was just a weapon that pointed to the tiger knife.

Even the rhombic thorn below is no more than eight inches long, and in terms of the size of the other party, the finger tiger is a little small, and the rhombic thorn is a little short.

The difference between it and the opposite side of the empty-handed masturbation is not very big.

By spells?

He learned quite a lot in this area, but he didn't have a big one, after all, he used to be a magic water pipe, and he opened a river after the trip to Tianmen.

The effect of combining small spells is not too great, but with the attack desire that the opponent is currently showing, it is very difficult for him to design.

Crazy donkey...... He sighed inwardly.

The first thing to do is to test the resilience of the other party.

Although you can't expect the other party to have a quantified health bar for him to calculate the accumulated value like in a game, since it is a proving ground, there should always be a result.

Even if everything here is a dream that can be imagined, the moment you start to set the rules, you can't talk about true freedom.

While dodging the opponent's attack, while taking advantage of the gap to give the opponent a punch or even a poke, Omer, is cautious enough to pursue no injury.

Always pay attention to the changes in the injuries on the other person's body.

Although he still lacks results in observations, his progress in adaptation to the battlefield is obvious.

He didn't care about the excessive stench, he didn't care about the increasing blood stains on his body, and even splashing on his face didn't hinder his concentration.

With magic blades and spells, he looks for opportunities to accumulate, expand his injuries before the opponent recovers, and then retreat in the opponent's rage to widen the distance.

Then, by chance, the gaze occupied by blood was aimed at the sheathed blade behind the opponent's back.

"......," Omer's already frowning brow suddenly relaxed.

"It's not a real game"

It was the first time he had spoken in this battle, and there was a self-deprecating and sudden smile on his face.

After thinking about so many complicated solutions, he suddenly found that there was an answer in front of him, which made him turn into a demon without hesitation.

The quietest Majin so far, with a very standard starting move.

Even the glow that emerged from the gaps in the scales on his hind legs and back was ready to unleash, and just as the donkey's laser was charging again, he turned into a silver shadow that blurred in the pool of blood, leaving behind him a low wall.

Now, after too much time, in those more than three minutes of music, I have stepped into the moment of a tragic and magnificent symphony.

The hideous palm pulled out the blade in the sheath, and the cyan light extended from the blade to reveal the true color of the moonlight sword.

But it was not Ludwig who was cursed and twisted to hold the sword, but Omer who had already swung it down the moment he drew his sword!

A sword, blood splattered like a pillar, causing the donkey beast to let out a roar that was too far for his eyes.

Another sword pierced through the opponent's nose and chin from top to bottom, holding his deafening sound in his mouth.

The cold light like the moon and the green light that overflowed like stars burst from the blade, which made the demon stunned.

It seems to have touched something......

Originally, he didn't treat the other party as a weapon with his own wave skills, but simply as a larger giant sword, and the demon who looked at the light was slightly surprised.

But it was just an accident.

He didn't mean to stop watching, and after the moonlight sword that pinned the opponent's head to the ground was pulled, it was slashed down by his claws.

The other limbs that struggled desperately in the deformed body were all hindered by the no-chanting, motionless hair spell, and the multiplied Majin slashed the scarred horse's head with a single sword, and took a few steps back as he picked up the beta blade that had fallen into the blood.

The magic is ready to kick in.

In order to be wary of whether the other side will have a headless second stage.

It's all 3.2, who can say for sure?

He put on such a nondescript dual-wielding posture, and saw the familiar pop-up box pop up:

[The test failed, and the trial ground is about to close]

[Turn back, you're not qualified, that's why you're not qualified]

“？”

Last night, I dragged my brothers who hadn't had a storm for half a year to fight a night of storming and grave Blizzard.

After unloading, by the way, uninstall Battle.net as well, and say goodbye to the past six years.

At the beginning, I was still in college when I went to the grave hub, but I didn't expect Hero of the Storm to have the opportunity to be buried with all the games, which is really embarrassing.

(End of chapter)