Speaking of this, Kylelius couldn't help but interrupt him, sarcastically: "And then it turned out to be the opposite, you fell into the net and almost became someone else's food." ”

Bellamy nodded with a wry smile and said, "Yes, I didn't expect that there would be so many ordinary demonic creatures in the range of activity of such a high-level demonic beast, because it is generally impossible. ”

Kylelius nodded, agreeing with his words. Even the most advanced magical beasts will have something similar to the instinct of a beast, and territorial consciousness is naturally one of them.

And the more powerful the demonic beast, the stronger this consciousness is, but it is obvious that the demonic beast that Bellamy encountered is such an outlier.

"So what exactly is a Warcraft, do you see it clearly?" Kelelius asked the core of the question, as long as he knew the type of Warcraft or even just the appearance, Norla and himself would be able to distinguish what Warcraft it was, and the corresponding countermeasures.

"I'm sorry, Lord Keleus, I didn't see the enemy's face......" Bellamy said with embarrassment and shame on his face.

"Then how do you know that Lu Dao is a demonic beast? It could be a human or another race that attacked you. Kylelius asked, confused.

"Because of the screams. Bellamy said.

Kellius frowned and didn't speak, but Norla asked the question in his heart: "What is the sound?"

“...... It was a sound similar to a canine meow, but it was very different, and it felt even more viscerally terrifying. Bellamy said as he recalled the terrifying sound that was as malicious as the entire planet.

Memories that can't be looked back on. He couldn't help but tremble violently. The wound, which had been gradually suppressed by Kyleus, also reopened due to the violent range of movement, and the blood once again penetrated his armor, but he did not react to it.

"Canine monsters, at least they are monsters that sound like dogs......" Kyrlius searched his memories, although he also found some monsters, but there were few such powerful monsters that would appear here.

So he looked at Norla again, and saw that she didn't have anything to gain.

Clueless, Kylelius put the question aside, then turned to Bellamy, "What about your severed hand?"

"Here, my lord. He said. Bellamy carefully removed a severed arm from behind him. The familiar armor indicated that the previous owner of the hand was Bellamy.

Kyrlius took Bellamy's hand, looked at it carefully, and shook his head helplessly: "There is no way, my magic and magic can't cure this injury." The only way to go back is to find a magician or a priest who specializes in this area. ”

Bellamy was only slightly disappointed when he heard this. There weren't too many mood swings. Apparently he had been mentally prepared before.

"Rest well, you don't need to participate in the next battle. Although there is no way to heal this hand for you. But I still have the ability to let you go back. Looking at Bellamy in silence, he said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, Lord Kellius, I can still fight......" Bellamy struggled to his feet, intending to prove his abilities. But the weak body obviously can't bear his strong heart.

The unnatural swinging of his knees exposed the true condition of his body for the first time.

When Kyrlius heard this, he could only be silent, and he didn't know what to say for his subordinates with such fighting spirit.

Even if his hand can be cured back, his combat effectiveness will drop sharply, after all, he is the habitual right hand, and his martial arts are mainly focused on dual-wielding weapons. In the future, it is almost impossible for him to make any contribution to my future 'Death Water' mission and other plans. Kylelius thought silently.

Thinking of this, he patted the only remaining shoulder under his hand with a heavy face.

'Do you want to give up on him...... No, absolutely not, he gave his right hand, a symbol of fighting life, for my goal, and then I must not abandon him in this situation. If it really doesn't work, then why don't you make him my descendant......

Just when Kylelius was thinking about whether to add a dependent, a new situation happened to the magician group of the clock tower.

With the most deadly magic spell hitting Xi Feng, this woman with excellent talent and strength growth did not look like a person at all, and finally fell under the huge strength gap.

There was a violent and large-scale spatial upheaval, and a large piece of space around it became like a broken glass object, and the spatial cracks that were so clear that they were visible to the naked eye tore through everything around them, trees, boulders, the ground, and Siphon's body.

If it weren't for Sora and the other magicians who retreated far away early, they would have been like the current Xifeng, who were oppressed by the shattered and collapsed space, and finally became torn apart and strangely shaped.

Strange blood sprayed out, but instead of spraying onto the ground as it normally would, it continued to appear in places where it was impossible because of the interlacing of space.

The limbs scattered everywhere are in a strange state, and the curious shape makes them look terrifying.

"It's a pity that such a berserker, who is almost so perfect that people are jealous, should leave this world in such a posture after the end of his life, it is really sad. Webb stopped the magic trick, looked at the strangely shaped corpse in front of him, and sighed.

"However, fighting heroically to the last moment, for your own beliefs and wishes, this alone should be enough for you to be proud in another world, and it can be regarded as your long-cherished wish in life to this day. Webb continued.

"Well, let's talk about it here, the memorable Miss Berserker. After Webb finished speaking, he turned around and didn't look at the corpses and blood that had returned to the ground, and returned to the place where Sora and the others were waiting.

The moment he turned around, he saw a slight curvature at the corner of Xifeng's mouth, like an illusion, and like a real smile.

'I'm only thirty years old, and when did I become like the old guys, sentimental and even hallucinating.' Webber shook his head self-deprecatingly, tossing aside all his feelings.

"Congratulations to Professor Webb on his victory. ”

"yes, yes, Professor Wilvett, this kind of berserker of unknown origin is really not enough to see. ”

The two second-level lecturers just now were anxious to make up for their achievements, and immediately came up and said flattering words. (To be continued......)