Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Uh--" There was a flash of light, and the head of an adventurer was cut off at once. The guy "huh ... huh ..." clutched the neck of the lost head and fell down weakly.

Everyone's face changed dramatically, and everything was horrified.

The organs of the Battalian Plane Prison are so terrifying, they are always between defenses and hundreds of thousands of adventurers. They walked across the square and walked through the promenade, leaving only more than 100,000 people.

In other words, more than two hundred thousand adventurers have already lost their lives in the Batros prison. Such a high loss rate is worthy of being one of the most dangerous places in the exile. Once these terrible institutions are activated, even God ’s Land The strong are unable to resist.

At this time, the people had come to a spacious hall. A wall lamp was hanging on the wall of the hall. The torch on the wall lamp shone with a blue and faint flame. Although it was still unusually gloomy, it was brighter than the darkness before. some.

"Should it be safe here?"

Ron jumped from the goblin tank, and he looked around with hesitant eyes.

"I think we should be more careful!"

Due to the difference in strength, Pamir was far more cautious than Ron. He stayed on the goblin tank and did not come down. He only extended a head from below the turret.

At this time, the large troops of the Goblin Legion not far away also arrived, and Fuli Jia, Lafield, Wendini and others also jumped from the tank.

"Oh, stinks!"

Fulijia frowned, quietly sorting out her clothes. For her, this iron guy called "Gnome Tank" is good, but the internal space is too depressing. This is for the clean-loving woman. A big test.

At this time, the rest of the adventurers also came one after another, their faces hanging in shock, when they confirmed the safety of this place, they only let them down, drink the potion, drink the potion, heal the treatment, and some To clear the bad state for the teammates, busy with pleasure.

Ron's spiritual consciousness spread to the surroundings to confirm whether his current position was safe. It was only a sigh of relief when no abnormality was found, but at this time, he saw a familiar figure.

"Klein?"

Ron opened his eyes wide and stared at the familiar black robe, full of surprise. How could this guy appear here?

Ron's voice also attracted the attention of other people. For a time, surprise, anger, fear, and all kinds of emotions focused on Klein, and some people couldn't even suppress the killing in their hearts. He, especially some adventurers who lost their teammates.

However, at this time, Klein looked very miserable. His robe was damaged in many places, and he was stained with blood. He was covering his abdomen with one hand, and blood was dripping slowly from the place he was holding. Not a minor injury.

Klein's face was paler than usual at this moment. He slowly raised his head and saw everyone's eyes, as if he understood something, and smiled bitterly, "Sorry, sorry, everyone, I ... I was knocked down as soon as I entered. ... Okay ... I just escaped ... "

Ron walked over quickly, looked at Klein ’s wound, and found that it was caused by the light flare. He nodded and smiled, “It ’s okay, I ’ll let my teammate Natural Department High Priest Wendini give You treat it! "

"Thank you!" Klein smiled slightly, his eyes full of gratitude.

"It's nothing!" Ron patted Klein's shoulder and smiled friendlyly, "Welcome back!"

Ron and the Goblin Seventy-Fifth Legion accepted Klein. This does not mean that others would let him go. At this time, I saw a tall barbarian standing up and rubbing up, his face because of Anger became extremely distorted.

"His mother ... you guy killed so many of us, thought it would be fine to say sorry?"

The barbarian took out a long-handled giant axe and "boomed"-crashing down to the ground, and a deep crack appeared on the hard stone floor.

Ron took a deep breath and took a deep breath. Although the strength of the barbarian in front of him was intermediate to God's Domain, it was not far from him, but what he took was actually an artifact.

The radiance of the artifact is more restrained than that of the sacred object, but the power exuded is heavier. The patterns engraved on the body of the axe flow like a natural luster like a whole.

Even in the main plane, it is not an easy task to possess an artifact as a powerful **** domain. Most people use holy objects.

Klein's smile gradually converged, replaced by a cold face, he said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" The barbarian smiled with a fierce look, "Lao Tzu wants to kill you!"

"Oh, the guy holding the artifact ..." Klein laughed a few times. "But it's not so easy for you to kill me!"

"Then give it a try!" The barbarian's face sank.

"and many more!"

Just as the two were struggling, a voice stopped him, but it was Ron.

The barbarian's eyes narrowed. "Hey ... who do I think I am? Dare to take care of Lao Tzu's business, it turns out to be a Necromancer!"

"What if I'm a Necromancer?" Ron's face sank like water, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"It's nothing?" The giant axe barbarian smiled. "The undead guys are just a bunch of garbage. Since you want to intervene ... Okay! Then you go together!"

It wasn't just Klein, even Ron couldn't hold it back. His hand quietly reached into the space bag, and he slowly reached out a keel staff.

"Are you going to fight?"

Seeing this, Lafield smiled slightly, and stood next to Ron, said lazily, "Then add me one, I'm Warfield Dark Dragon Lafield!"

"And me ..." Hao Qin also stood up, "I'm a Bimon beast of the Bimon family!"

"And me ..." said Wendini.

"And me ..." Di Luo said.

Ron ’s teammates stood up one by one, and each of them was a strong player in the middle of the **** realm, standing together with great momentum.

Even the captain of the Goblin Seventy-Fifth Legion, Pamir, waved his white gloves, and the Goblin tank started to act, and the muzzles of countless black holes were aimed at the guy.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense in vain. The adventurers looked at me and I looked at you. They looked blank, and they did not know which side they should take.

"you--"

The barbarian was blushing and his neck was thick. His team was at the forefront just now, and his deaths and injuries were the worst. No one but his captain could escape.

Seeing that the opponent was powerful, the barbarian naturally chose to calm down. Although his behavior seemed rude, he was actually very careful, or he would not be the captain.

At this moment he gave Klein a hard look, "Bah-", threw a sentence of "good luck" and turned and strode away.

The turmoil finally resolved, but everyone was not happy for a while, especially Ron, who had always been grumpy about the barbarian's phrase "dead guys are all garbage".

If this were to be talked about in the former Noah continent, since the rise of the natural disaster church led by Ron like a meteor, no one would dare to underestimate the Necromancer, and the Necromancer Magic has gained all its unique and mysterious power. Human identity.

What's wrong with this world?

"Thank you!"

Klein thanked Ron wholeheartedly this time. With his strength, he was not afraid of the barbarian, but if he really wanted to fight, he would definitely reveal his strength. In this way, his plan will be changed. .

Of course, Klein ’s injuries were caused by himself. If not, I ’m afraid I ca n’t trust everyone.

"Life Transmission!"

After looking at Klein's injury, Wendini immediately used Life Healing. A green wave-like force slowly rippled and entered into Klein's body. After a while, Klein's abdominal wound disappeared completely. Is gone.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing in his heart, to know that the painful expression on his face was not pretended.

Ron looked at the huge Batlos prison and said, "Pamir, I think we have entered the Batlos plane prison, but ... where are the plane transmission arrays we are looking for?"

Pamir shook his head, "I don't know, this is my first time here!"

"In the bottom dungeon of Batlos Prison ..."

Just when everyone was in trouble for this, a voice came from behind, and the voice was so cold that it didn't contain the slightest emotion.

The crowd looked back, but it was Klein, the Necromancer.

I saw him smile slightly, ignoring everyone's skeptical eyes, and said coldly, "Don't ask me how to know, you just have to choose to believe or not to believe! You can't believe me if you don't have a way ..."

Klein was reluctant to say that everyone did not reluctantly. After all, everyone had their own secrets and it was normal not to want to say.

Ron pondered a bit and nodded. "I believe you!"

"Very good!" Klein smiled slightly and reached forward. "Batlows Prison is not a labyrinth. It is not complicated in it. There is only one path to the ground, but ..."

The corner of Klein's mouth slightly curled up, and a trace of coldness appeared on his face. "Whether you can walk to the ground floor alive depends on everyone's strength and luck ..."

Pamir turned his head slightly, "You mean, we will run into the ancient guardians of the Batlos prison?"

The word "Ancient Guardian" came out, which changed the faces of everyone on the scene. You know, these guys who guard the Batlos prison are not fuel-efficient lamps, and they have a large number of people. When you get up, you have no chance of winning.

"Good!" Klein smiled. "Those ancient guardians are a bit troublesome, but our purpose is not to be an enemy of them. I think ... we can still break through with caution!"