Just when the two of them began to talk about historical legends in order to dispel the bad feelings in the process of finding a way out, Sergeyevich, Count Petrovodsk, as a member of the historical legends, had become a living person.

The bald guy was now very different, and his head, which had been white and smooth, now had black bucket stripes, and these strange patterns crawled on the Count's body like tattoos, and it was evident from his body that was not covered by soft armor that the patterns were all over his body, at least on the upper half of his body. With his face covered in bucket stripes and the black mist of fighting aura rising from his skin, the Count no longer looked like a human being, but more like some kind of beast that walked on two feet.

Of course, his eyes also turned red, like a pair of red-hot glowing coal balls, but what was more conspicuous were the three raised meteor hammerheads, the translucent mist covered by them had transformed into the appearance of a giant mastiff, and the scarlet glowing two dots of light also lit up on the hammerhead, like the eyes of a mastiff. There was a low roar in the air, and the three-headed mastiff transformed by the mist seemed to come to life, roaring and preparing to go up and tear the three minotaurs to pieces.

The Count moved, he took a step, and the moment he stepped down, the ring of shockwaves spread at high speed. The earth seemed to have turned into a liquid, forming waves, but the waves were made up of thick, sharp rock thorns. The spikes spread rapidly from the ground, completely destroying the ruined houses and scrambling the three minotaurs.

Although the silver-level powerful fighting qi strengthened far stronger than the human body's body is nothing to resist this kind of rocky ground thorn, but the thick rock is very strict hindering the movement of the minotaurs, and their fast and agile and powerful movements that were originally not in harmony with the huge body Yan zhòng were suddenly blocked by the horizontal and vertical ground thorns. And at this time, the count launched an attack.

Dark red flames erupted from cracks in the earth caused by the thorns, forming a circular arena of flames, an area where the minotaurs erupted with their furious fighting spirit, resisting the scorching flames. They then broke free from the thorns and launched a counter-charge against the Count, their huge horns and shining battle axes slamming down on the Count.

However, the black smoke of the mastiff opened its mouth, and it invisibly pierced through the huge horns and shiny axes, and bit the minotaur fiercely. The minotaur let out a roar of pain, their steps halted by the burning and tearing pain from the depths of their souls, and the real killing move followed—the meteor hammer inside the mastiff struck the minotaur. The skull, hard enough to act as a heavy tower shield, was as fragile as a balsa toy under the hammer, and with a popping sound, the small spiky head of the hammer was embedded deep into the minotaur's skull, and then it went down the spine, smashing the upper half of the minotaur's upper body to pieces

This kind of power is no longer silver-level, this belongs to the realm of the initial comprehension realm that has stepped into the gold-level, and has once again made a leap in the power of the flesh, stepping into the inhuman realm. It's a pity that the Count can only activate his bloodline and gain the strength of the weapon when he has this family heirloom weapon, without which he would be just a silver-level warrior - more than twenty years of peace have already made most of the country's nobles forget the horrors of war and relax their pursuit of power

The Count, who had killed the Minotaur, laid down the flail in his hand, and the bloodthirsty and furious power left him. Count Petrovodsk lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, his resolute eyes matched his decisive tone: "Makarov, I must hone myself! I want to become a gold-level berserker!" His adjutant and his friend for many years, the magician Makarov, replied to him in a tone that was absolutely perfunctory when he listened carefully: "Mmmm, I'm sure you can do it." Sergei. ”

Makarov had seen this situation at least three times, and every time he used the bloodline weapon, the count would swear to become a strong man, and then usually three days later, he would return to the arms of the spirited beauty - every time, so Makarov had no expectations that the count would be able to do what he had sworn to, anyway, after picking up the three-headed flail, the count would naturally become a gold-level warrior, so it seemed that there was nothing to practice.

At least His Excellency Count Potemkin, the commander of the kingdom's fleet and the Grand Master of the Moby Dick Knights, is a real golden powerhouse, and there is also a gold-level powerhouse who is stationed in the Sals Fortress in Karelia, facing the Transylvania Empire across the Black Forest, and the commander of the Sals Fortress Garrison Corps and Grand Master of the Black Bull Heavy Knights. These two are the gold-level powerhouses on the face of Kareliamin, and they are also loyal to the royal family, ensuring the loyalty of Karelia to the royal family - they are all recognized by the previous king, promoted from the lower nobles in the army, until they became the head of the gold-level knights, and naturally their loyalty to the royal family can be trusted. Of course, Count Petrovodsk himself was a member of the royal party, at least for now, and was definitely a member of the loyal royal nobles

At the same time as the earl was exerting his might, Zhou Zhongmou also found that the three-dimensional labyrinth in this baroque building, which was originally entwined and strange, suddenly became much simpler, and there were faint signs of returning to when they first stepped into this house. "Strange? What's going on?" Zhou Zhongmou, who thought it was very strange, suddenly wanted to figure out what was going on - but he had no clue at all and naturally couldn't think of the mystery, and Misha, who noticed Zhou Zhongmou's abnormality, also stopped talking happily about the historical legend, and opened her beautiful eyes to ask what happened.

"You see, the maze has become simpler. Whatever it may be, either we're close to the exit, or we've reached the core of the labyrinth, there could be a battle. Zhou Zhongmou didn't wait for Misha to ask, so he whispered directly to her. Then the next moment, Zhou Zhongmou found that the maze had begun to change again, becoming a little more complicated again, and there were traps and traps that had never appeared before.

"It's so interesting, could it be this baroque building" Zhou Zhongmou stopped, and at the same time asked Misha to stop and hide behind him, looking at the corridor in front of him and starting to think. After about five minutes, Zhou Zhongmou turned his head and said to Misha: "It seems that we are about to reach the center of this house, I think there are probably incredible monsters waiting for us" In order to deepen Misha's impression, Zhou Zhongmou deliberately put on a smiling face that never showed a nervous look, and suddenly a face full of Taoist brothers and veterans in prison immediately became fierce. It was clear that Misha was scared.

Then Zhou Zhongmou pulled Misha around a corner—and then he was satisfied to find that the passage in front of him had become more strange and complicated, a scene that had never been seen before. "I think I've found the secret of this house - but it probably doesn't mean much if we can leave. After all, it was completely normal when we came out of the room at the beginning," Zhou Zhongmou said in words that Misha didn't understand, and then he said to Misha, "I'm sorry, Miss Misha. I've just deceived you, but it's also given me some insight into the secrets of this strange house, though I'm not sure if it's true. ”