The Game of Demon Hunter

Xu Yichen seemed to have seen the first half of his life, passing by rapidly before his eyes, and at the end of the road, a door emitting light was clearly discernible.

On the door of the gate, a line of conspicuous words flashed red, as if mocking the player: "You are dead."

Xu Yichen felt that this part of the game was probably written by the coders on the earth themselves, without being disturbed by the system, and full of bad tastes from fellow earthlings.

He didn't expect that he would be hacked directly to the resurrection interface in front of that spell comparable to Tianwei.

The mission just failed? The demon hunter clenched his fists, and looked around unwillingly. Everything he could see with his naked eyes was nothingness and darkness.

Only the line of blood-red fonts, as the only light source, exudes a mocking light.

In the demon hunter's ear, there seemed to be a vague voice persuading him to go through the door.

No!

Xu Yichen shook his head stubbornly, his task has not been completed, he can't just die like this!

Perhaps he was powerless to refuse death, but he could wait, he had always been a patient man.

The witcher touched his weapon subconsciously, but his arm was empty. He smiled helplessly, and sat on the ground, facing the gate, motionless.

The black-robed mage Victor strode towards the black-armored warrior with strides. Wherever he passed, the charred corpses of the paladins were all over the ground.

The entire Faraday cage was filled with the weird smell of burnt and barbecued meat. Fortunately, Victor had already eliminated his original breathing system and replaced it with magic and machinery to protect his fragile airway.

Nangong Yujun was also severely injured in the previous battle, and the large number of mithril-laid energy conductors on the magic-weave armor melted in the previous attack.

The instantaneous energy value of the lightning completely exceeded the maximum limit that the armor could resist. Fortunately, [Sura Warrior], a profession that combines the characteristics of the Song Empire and the South Asian continent, has a very high toughness. He finally saved his life.

The black-armored warrior wanted to move his limbs a little, but found that he couldn't do it at all. He lost the armor assisted by magic energy, and the weight was astonishing.

Nangong Yujun, who is in good condition, will naturally have no problems, but right now, he can't even feel his own fingers, and his limbs are even more limp.

The black-armored warrior turned his gaze to the demon hunter next to him. For the soldiers of New China, the political commissar on the battlefield represented a miracle and was invincible.

But he was disappointed, Xu Yichen was lying beside him less than two meters away, face down on the ground, unable to see how injured he was, but his short black hair was steaming.

The palm of the hand holding the weapon and the hilt of the sword were almost fused together, and the fingers could not be separated.

But inside this body, the blessing from Nurgle is still tirelessly repairing the eight mature internal organs and body.

The whispers in Xu Yichen's ears became more and more intense. If there were faint whispers before, what was heard in his ears now was the howling of turbulent waves.

Go through that door and follow the rules of the game!

Go through that door!

across that...

The witcher slapped his ear with the palm of his hand, and the exquisite strength directly shattered the eardrum, and the whole world immediately became clean.

However, the pain from the body began to interfere with Xu Yichen's will again.

As if replaying the scene before death, invisible lightning pierced through the witcher's body, but this time, his consciousness had nowhere to go and could only be imprisoned here.

There is a show!

The physical pain could not erase the joy in Xu Yichen's heart, he could feel a faint force slowly repairing his body.

Pain can never knock down a true warrior, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

In the eyes of the black-robed wizard, there were no more paladins, chaos, or other messy people, and only the sealed box bound by metal chains was left in his eyes.

"My baby, look at what these pathetic mortals have done to you. They don't understand your beauty at all." Victor looked at this strange object that had finally been lost and recovered after many years, feeling a little fascinated.

For this thing, he gave up most of his property and status, and gave up the knowledge and expertise collected by countless mage councils.

He paid too much, but before he really achieved results, someone stole this treasure.

He once suspected that this was his punishment from the Witch Kings, so he hid carefully and didn't dare to show his face until half a year later.

It turned out that it was just a group of adventurers who were curious about the Mage Tower, and Victor's fragile heart almost stopped beating in his anger.

Fortunately, after waiting for so long, today this treasure is finally back in my hands!

The mage's arm tremblingly stretched out towards the metal box around the waist of the black-armored warrior. The iron chain that bound the metal box loosened itself like a snake and crawled aside.

The metal box of the sealer [Mechanical Heart] floated up out of thin air, and slowly fell into the hands of the mage.

"Hahahaha!" Victor's mechanically enhanced hearing heard the weak heartbeat of the black-armored warrior, but he was so happy that he didn't bother to care about it.

The metal parts that were originally bound to the mage's legs flew out, arranged and combined in the air, and turned into a pair of floating discs, and the mage turned and stepped on the disc.

The special attribute of [Mechanical Heart] prevents it from being placed in the space equipment. Victor's only thought now is to put his baby back in the mage tower and protect it with countless arcane traps and golems!

He has wasted so many years, he must seize some time to delve into the secrets in [Mechanical Heart].

The Faraday cage also continued to melt amid the mage's laughter, and finally turned into a hollow metal ball the size of a palm, chasing the mage's steps and drifting over.

At this moment, the witcher, who had been lying on the ground, slowly raised his head. The half of his face that was in contact with the ground was still bloody, but the other half of his face had recovered.

With one eye, Xu Yichen saw the black-robed wizard with a metal box in one hand and a staff in the other, rising higher and higher on the Frisbee.

Seeing the witcher who raised his head, the black-armored warrior silently gave a thumbs up. There was only so much he could do.

Seeing Xu Yichen nodded affirmatively, Nangong Yujun finally breathed a sigh of relief and passed out.

The barefoot demon hunter didn't make any sound, holding the [not so incomplete pendant], he said silently: "Flash!"

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