Chapter 225 Collision, Demon's Nest
Lucian's pupils dilated slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the short spear, fearing that the short spear would be thrown out again the next moment and penetrate his body a second time.
But fortunately, Lucian's worries did not come true, because after delivering the sharp blow just now, the short spear seemed to be temporarily unusable due to the consumption caused by the just attack.
At this time, the alien player was struggling to lift the short spear again, and at the same time, he was continuously transferring the energy in his body into the inside of the short spear in this way, using this method to quickly help the short spear to charge. .
However, even though the short spear was in a charged state at this time, Lucian could still feel a special force vaguely connecting the short spear with himself.
Although this connection is still a bit vague, like a messy ball of wool that has not yet been sorted out, Lucian understands that once the short spear is fully charged, it will follow the extremely clear guidance. Ignoring the double obstacles of space and material, he penetrated his body mercilessly.
"Which world does he come from, and why does he have such a special attack method? Also, most of the players in the dream world are at the first-level wizard level or even the third-level wizard apprentice level. Why are you so unlucky? , will encounter such a difficult opponent? "
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Lucian's forehead, and his instinct told him that he must not let this player throw this terrifying short spear a second time.
The next moment, a scepter that seemed to be carved from ice appeared in his hand, and the gems engraved on the scepter shone brightly.
Lucian waved the scepter without hesitation. Inspired by his spiritual power, the energy accumulated inside the scepter exploded at this moment.
Click, click, click...
Bone-breaking cold air burst out from the ice scepter, and the aftermath even caused the raindrops in mid-air to instantly freeze into small ice cubes. The water flowing downward on the building was also completely fixed at this moment.
This is a solidified magic engraved inside the ice scepter. It is engraved with the so-called "divine blessing" from a different world. If converted into the strength of witchcraft, this magic is probably comparable to the best in second-level witchcraft.
Magic·Ice Breath.
Under Lucian's control, the large-scale attack magic released by the Ice Scepter was roughly poured in the direction of the player.
However, due to the different training systems, Lucian cannot control the released Fury of Glacier as perfectly as he can control other witchcraft. He can only use his mental power to try his best to restrain the power erupting from the Ice Scepter. , guiding them in the direction of the alien player as much as possible.
The biting cold air turned into a turbulent air current, starting from the ice scepter in Lucian's hand and roaring forward.
Under the interference of the aftermath of the cold air escaping, Lucian's face soon became covered with a thin layer of frost, and a thick layer of ice crystals appeared on his eyebrows, eyelashes and hair.
But fortunately, the negative effects of the ice and snow scepter put Lucian in an extremely calm state at this time, allowing him to temporarily suppress the fear just now, and also protecting his body from some of the negative effects of the cold.
And if Lucian himself was only slightly affected, then his opponent suffered the frontal power from the Ice Scepter.
Under the influence of the cold air that seemed to freeze the air directly, the sturdy alien player felt that his body became a little sluggish, and even the energy he continued to send into the short spear showed bursts of energy. There is a sense of sluggishness, as if the transmission of energy has been frozen and hindered by this bone-chilling cold.
"Hmph." The strong foreigner snorted softly from his nostrils. He shook his body with all his strength and got rid of the sluggish state before.
At this time, there was a layer of blood surrounding his body. Under the protection of the blood, his face gradually changed from pale to rosy.
But what surprised Lucian a little was that after the player took a deep look at him, he quickly retreated. At the same time, the short spear in his hand was put away, and he quickly disappeared into the night under Lucian's gaze. among.
Click, click, click...
However, Lucian was not yet able to control the power emitted by the Ice Scepter. It took him a lot of effort to successfully "brake" it.
"Fortunately, I didn't go crazy." Lucian lowered his head silently and looked at the ice scepter in his hand.
After releasing the "breath of ice" just now, nearly 60% of the energy inside the ice scepter was consumed. Even the luster of the gems inlaid on the surface of the scepter became much duller. If you want to It will take at least three or four days to wait for the Ice Scepter to return to its peak state on its own.
"But this power is really strong." Lucian looked at the streets that were mostly covered by ice at this time and couldn't help but be slightly speechless.
He gently tapped an ice edge with his hand, but he felt a stone-like touch from the ice edge.
"This level of hardness is probably better than some weapons with poor texture." Lucian felt the cold breath emanating from the ice edges, and then looked in the direction where the player just left. "But maybe it's because he sensed the terrifying power of the Ice Scepter that the player is unwilling to pay a high price to continue to deal with me, right?"
"But... the negative effects of this are really great." Lucian stopped in front of a relatively flat piece of ice. He tried hard to smile, but he never succeeded. The muscles on his face seemed to have become... He was so stiff that even his mind seemed to have forgotten how to laugh.
"I seem to be almost forgetting how to laugh, but I won't be angry or sad. After all, I seem to be almost forgetting these two emotions..."
Lucian said silently, and he quickly put the ice scepter back into the storage ring. Only then did he feel that the emotions that had been blocked began to gradually return. Then, he stretched out his hands, lightly tapped his cheeks with his two index fingers, and tried hard, but with some difficulty, to make a smile for himself.
"At least for the next week... no, two weeks, I can't use the Ice Scepter. Otherwise, under its continuous erosion, my emotions may not be frozen, but completely moved. Except. And it is still trying to 'preach' to me, hoping that I will believe in the goddess..."
Lucian's expression was serious, and then he took a deep look at the Mondoc family mansion not far away. Then Lucian sneaked into the shadow space and began to return quickly.
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"Roar!" A monster that was ten meters long and had a body similar to that of a flying dragon was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. Its right wing had been broken off, and the membranes on its wings had been damaged by various weapons. It's riddled with holes.
However, even though it had been seriously injured, this monster remained ferocious. It roared angrily and flapped its wings in a somewhat embarrassed manner, as if it wanted to regain its balance.
However, Hercules would not give it this chance. Just as the dragon continued to struggle, he had already stepped forward and swung his knight sword towards the dragon.
Bang.
When the sword fell, the demon dragon's body couldn't help but trembled, and its head was hit on the neck and hit the ground heavily.
It couldn't help but let out a mournful cry, and the next moment, the knight's sword in Hercules' hand fell again, and the power of the innate [Holy Sword] completely exploded, making the entire knight's sword covered with a layer of misty white light.
The next moment, as the smelly dark red blood splashed, a huge dragon head was chopped off by Hercules.
"Captain is mighty!" Some knights beside him burst into cheers.
"Clean it up, wait for the next squadron to stay and clean the battlefield and be on guard. The second squadron is responsible for clearing away the wandering demons. The third squadron follows me down to the demon nest and destroys the core of the demons." Hercules wiped it away gently. The smelly blood on the knight's sword then gave the order.
He didn't wait for the other knights to follow, and walked straight towards the inside of the Demon's Nest, which was like a natural cave.
"There is an abnormality in the energy reaction..." The sound of mechanical detection came from Hercules' mind. He continued moving downwards calmly.
As Hercules went deeper, he felt like he had entered the body of a certain creature. Thick blood-red tubes like blood vessels appeared on the walls of the Demon Nest Cave, and as they went deeper, these tubes became denser and thicker.
After Hercules entered the core of the Demon Nest, he saw a huge, dark red heart that was still beating slowly.
Next to the heart, there are "blood cocoons" one by one. Some of these "blood cocoons" are only the size of a human head and look a little green and shriveled, while some "blood cocoons" are already the size of an adult or even larger. , you can even see the rough outline of the creatures inside the cocoon from the outside.
There are even some broken "blood cocoons" on one side. The creatures inside seem to have been conceived, leaving only these traces to prove their birth.
Obviously, these "blood cocoons" breed demons one after another, and the huge and terrifying heart in front of them is the absolute core of the demon nest.
"Start clearing these demon cocoons." After Hercules looked at the huge heart for a while, he gently waved his hand and signaled his knights to start destroying the demon nest.
However, he himself did not act, but quietly looked at the huge heart in front of him.
"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual..." Blue light flashed in Hercules' eyes, and a large amount of information flowed into his mind under the scanning and analysis of the mechanical eyes, but some of the information Hercules wanted was not analyzed.
"Are the two magic nests in the north special?" Hercules murmured softly, then without hesitation raised the knight's sword in his hand and stabbed hard at the heart.
(End of chapter)