The Game of Demon Hunter

Xu Yichen couldn't quite believe his own judgment. It seemed that he hadn't done anything. The two incarnations of evil gods killed each other just like that, and ended all this?

Dead wood remains corroded in the pool of blood, and bursts of white smoke almost filled the third floor. The walls were originally covered, and various carrion structures on the ground began to disintegrate and turn into stinky water.

The mushroom sprayed with poisonous gas quickly rotted, and the thick blood vessels that ran Modric's will through the entire large mine also began to melt.

The dream of eternal life was like a bubble, dissipated in this mine, and along with it dissipated tens of thousands of lives in the entire Storm's End.

Xu Yichen sat on the edge of the cliff and rested for a while, communicating directly with the evil god, which made him exhausted.

Originally, he thought that the random talent [Enemy of Chaos] was a rare talent at best, but after dealing with the evil gods many times, he found that all the four evil gods in the chaotic world were more or less 'interested' in him.

In addition to this, the highest mentor of the Gray Knights, Kaldor Drago, also showed extraordinary friendliness to him.

Xu Yichen examined himself, from the time he traveled to this world, to what he did in his current position.

First of all, he can be sure that he has lived up to the gift of reliving once, and has not wasted a bit of time. Every day, every moment, Xu Yichen is working hard to raise his upper limit.

He completely eradicated his weak side in the previous life, and through the two melting pots of Zhongsiyuan and the army, Xu Yichen refined himself into a piece of pure gold!

However, in the army, he has seen too many geniuses of his age who worked the same hard and worked hard, but some of them failed to persevere in the end, and some were unlucky and died in a certain exercise or actual combat up.

But Xu Yichen believed that someone like himself was definitely not unique in the New China Army.

The appearance of Yang Yuefan was a wake-up call to him. He originally thought that what he had come into contact with was already the most elite existence in the secret forces of New China, but he did not expect that there was a relevant department suppressing it.

So, what are these evil gods and mysterious foreign fighters looking for in him?

Soul from another world, this is the only reason Xu Yichen can think of.

He doesn't know how special he is in the eyes of those beings. It is possible that other people's souls emit green light in the eyes of evil gods, while his own is golden, with a few large characters painted on it with white paint: this person It is a time traveler.

It is also possible that in the eyes of the evil gods, one's own soul is only a little special, and compared with the game of destroying the world, the evil gods are only slightly interested.

After the smoke cleared, Xu Yichen stood up slowly. Under his feet, a magma rock had formed in the place where the magma pool used to be.

The blood left by the Minotaur made all the solidified magma rocks turn blood red, and the flesh and blood tissue that originally belonged to Earl Modric was completely corroded.

According to Viscount Amos, in recent years, it has been Modric and several high-ranking nobles who have been continuously sacrificing the lives of slaves here, so that the mine veins that have already begun to dry up can be continued and this high output can be maintained. .

From now on, Storm's End might not be able to regain its former glory. Neither the population nor the reserves of the veins are enough to support its rise again.

"My lord?" A voice came from the tunnel in the distance. It seemed that he didn't dare to approach, and he called out from a distance: "Is that you? My lord?"

"Come here, it's over." The witcher said to the survivors in the tunnel: "Bring me another rope!"

If he didn't go down and check carefully, Xu Yichen was still worried.

The three extraordinary people were still very mobile after the threat of chaos was gone, and they avoided getting lost by means of sound relay. It took them three minutes to find an abandoned tunnel where miners used to store tools. A twenty meter long safety rope was found.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Ed stood two meters away from the cliff, and asked the witcher, "Why don't you wait until all these disgusting things disappear before going down?"

Several extraordinary people stood at a safe distance, and refused to take a step forward without saying anything. They had a deep memory of the sudden mutation of the bearded man before.

"It's just ordinary carrion. You should have gotten used to it during this period of time, and let it pass." The witcher tied the rope around his waist, and left the other end for a few extraordinary people to hold: "I Gotta go down and see if there's any 'stuff' left."

While speaking, a fishy yellow eye that grew on the ceiling, like an overripe tomato, fell from the rotten eyestalk, hit the ground, and shattered.

This thing just landed at Ed's feet, splashing half of his legs.

Ed shuddered, and he didn't know whether he was startled by the eyeball or by the 'thing' that Siris said.

The flesh and blood tissue that has lost the protection of the power of the plague is no threat to the extraordinary, but it is indeed a huge stimulus to the senses.

And this is the place Modric chose as his 'core', all kinds of grotesque flesh and blood tissues grow in disorder along the rock wall and the cave roof.

Hundreds of eyes are densely crowded together, like grapes, one piece is a bunch, and now they are falling off and disintegrating together with the mother body that gave birth to them.

This is almost the most unbearable waiting environment imaginable for an intelligent creature, and Ed and the others had to persevere in this bloody storm.

"If I can escape from this ruined city alive, I will definitely go to the beach to find a sunny beach, and find another, no, a few sweet and lovely girls to spend the rest of my life with." The youngest Transcendent stood At the end of the team, they didn't know that the undead outside had returned to death: "Let the nobles go to hell, I won't believe a word about them anymore."

"Then you will find yourself tied to a frame when you wake up one day, surrounded by a large circle of green skin with saliva." The transcendent standing in the middle smiled wryly: "Without the protection of the city wall, you You can't even sleep peacefully, those green skins are much stronger than the undead, what about you, Ed, what are your plans?"

"Me?" Ed Williams looked around: "I plan to go back to my teacher and continue my exemplary path so that such a tragedy will not happen again."

While several Transcendents relieved each other, the witcher returned to the bottom of the cliff once again and stepped on the blood-red magma rock.

PS: I have a bad cold. I took half a day off this afternoon and came back to code and rest. I finished posting early and went to bed early. Comrades, I will update normally tomorrow.

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