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Chapter 112 Customer service refund button to one (23)

[No. 3 proving ground reports an error, ask the knitter to fix it quickly]

【Another error?Who opened the room? 】

[Let me check the registration number. Oh, Saima girl, that's not surprising, the protection given to them by the three goddesses really hinders stability]

【At this juncture, there are horse racing girl customers?Increase the difficulty and hurry back, tell her that she is not qualified]

The music called "Roundabout" did not sound after all.

In Mr. Lu's depressing, eerie but also strange and sacred battle song, human voices began to sing.

Also when the claw reached his body, Aomer, who really didn't have time to raise his hand and couldn't guarantee to dodge, still had a way to go.

【Magic Explosion】

The magic power explodes at the moment of changing the form of the devil, and the protective layer that can be used as a barrier is condensed, and the impact brought can even make people nearby take off.

Just like the invincible transformation of some special camera characters.

But this technique is still a game mechanism honed and restored from a series of alien works called "Devil May Cry".

It is also the magic power application skill that he used the least after awakening to the demon form.

It's not impractical, it's just that there has been no chance of serious fighting.

Unexpectedly, the first time I used this trick was in a dream——

——Oh, Meng Li. Omer just came back to the memory, and belatedly realized why the dream builder used the word 'Yanan'.

But the urgency of the moment no longer allowed him to think about it.

The silver-and-black devil was knocked away from the magic power that swelled and scattered in an instant, and the silver-white wings like a windbreaker stretched out in an instant to assist the flame vents on the hind legs to stabilize the landing posture. The second claw of the donkey beast galloping!

With a shrill howl.

It's too noisy...

The stinky blood accumulated almost all over the boots was quite hindering the movement. Omer's sideways dodging pace was obviously a little slower, but this only made the dodging action more thrilling. Drops of blood inevitably splashed on it.

"..."

The demeanor of helping Sunday Tranquility to hold on to the jacket is gone, and the fighting in this place is only going to get dirtier.

Staring closely at the opponent's two forelimbs and several hind legs dodging, Omer gritted his teeth and swung the magic blade tightly held in his right hand without thinking twice.

This is a transforming device, just a trigger to activate the beta system. The beta system that has been transformed into a motorcycle is not here. It loses the function of the transforming device as a weapon——

——Still strong!
Mephilas star's technology needle does not poke.

The three sharp thorns belonging to the outer structure of the knuckles poured hard into the deformed flesh with this swing, and a cracking sound of fracture was vaguely heard.

But even though the donkey still felt pain, and would let out a sharper and piercing howl of pain, it didn't flinch at all as the wounded should.

In gaming terms, it wasn't hit hard.

At this moment, he opened his mouth directly to Omer, forcing him to draw out the bloody magic blade and jump, and landed on another puddle of blood, mixed with corpses, whether it was materials or real ones, which made him stagger and almost slipped. fall.

I really love this battlefield environment.

Before he had time to glance at his feet, he had to stare at Omer on the opposite side again, and immediately took a step, just because he saw the second mouth full of eyeballs on the other party's neck that looked like a primitive head glowing with white light.

Is it the sweeping, or the straight jet of water?

Although the battlefield is messy, it is fortunate that he can recognize what skill the opponent is using to charge up.

Omer wanted to rush forward subconsciously, but realized something was wrong. It didn't look like it was going to flush water, but it seemed to be gathering particles——

——From this critical moment, like a black shadow, he flashed two meters towards his side, and saw a white light traverse the position where he was just now.

The beam of light, which was empty but still undiminished, was facing backwards, instantly piercing through the stone wall at the end, and also piercing Omo's cognition that was biased towards game design.

Laser light?
His eyes were unimaginable, and he looked at the big mouth with no trace of mechanical transformation, and began to redefine the '3.2' of 'Yanan 3.2'.

In particular, he also saw that the wound on the waist of the donkey's body was repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at it again, although it has a cool name like 'Beta Magic Blade', as a weapon, it is just a weapon that refers to a tiger knife.

Even the thorns at the bottom are no more than eight inches long. Considering the size of the opponent, the knuckles are a bit small, and the thorns are a bit short.

The difference from the opposite of empty-handed masturbation is not very big.

By magic?
He has learned quite a lot in this area, but there is no big one. After all, they used to be magic small water pipes, and they were opened for him after the trip to Tianmen.

The effect of combining small spells might be greater, but the attacking desire shown by the opponent makes it very difficult for him to design.

Crazy donkey...he sighed in his heart.

The first thing to do is to test the opponent's resilience.
Although you can't expect the other party to have a quantified health bar for him to calculate the accumulated value like a game, but since it is a proving ground, there should always be a result.

Even if everything here is a dream that can be unconstrained, at the moment when the rules are set, there is no real freedom.

While dodging the opponent's attack, Homa, who took advantage of the gap to give the opponent a punch or even a poke, was cautious enough to pursue without injury.

Always pay attention to the changes in the opponent's injuries.

Although there is still a lack of results in observation, his progress in adapting to the battlefield is obvious.

Don't care about the excessively foul smell, don't care about the increasing blood stains on his body, even splashing on his face doesn't hinder his concentration.

Using magic blades and magic spells, he was looking for opportunities to accumulate, to expand the injury before the opponent recovered, and then backed away while the opponent was berserk, and opened the distance.

Then, by chance, the gaze occupied by Bloody caught sight of the sheathed sword on the opponent's back.

"..." Ao Mo's frown that was already tightly stretched suddenly.

"Not really a game"

This is the first time he has spoken in this battle, with a self-deprecating and sudden smile on his face.

After thinking about so many complicated solutions, he suddenly found an answer in front of him, which made him turn into a demon without hesitation.

The most quiet demonization so far, showing a very standard starting movement.

Even the glow revealed from the gaps in the scale armor on the hind legs and waist was ready to go, just when the laser beam of the donkey beast was charged again, it turned into a blur in the pool of blood, leaving nothing behind to splash. The silvery shadow of a low wall.

Now, after dawdling for too long, at the three-minute-odd music, we entered the moment of the solemn and grand symphony.

The ferocious palm pulled out the blade from the sheath, and the cyan light extended from the blade surface to reveal the true color of the Moonlight Sword.

But it was not Ludwig, who was cursed and distorted, holding the sword, but Homa who swung it down the moment he drew the sword!

With a sword strike, blood splattered like a column, causing the donkey beast to roar too much for the eyes.

Another sword, piercing through the opponent's nose and chin from top to bottom, suppressing the deafening sound in his mouth.

The cold brilliance like the moon and the green glow like the stars erupted from the blade, which made the devil stunned.

It seems to have touched something...

It was a demon who didn't regard the opponent as a weapon with wave-generating skills at all, but simply used it as a larger giant sword, and his eyes were a little surprised when he watched the light.

But it was just an accident.

He didn't intend to stop observing. After the Moonlight Sword that pinned the opponent's head to the ground was pulled out, he cut it off again with both claws.

The other limbs struggling desperately in the deformed body were hindered by the non-chanting and non-moving smooth spells. The demon with doubled physical fitness chopped off the scarred horse's head with a sword, and while taking a few steps back, he re- Pick up the beta-blade that fell into the gore earlier.

The magic is ready to go.

In order to be alert to whether the other party will have the second stage of headless.

It's all 3.2, who can say for sure?
He put on such a nondescript dual-wielding posture, and saw the familiar bullet box pop up:

[The test failed, the trial field will be closed soon]

【Turn back, you are not qualified, because of this you are not qualified】

"?"

　Last night, I took the brothers who hadn't played a storm for half a year to fight a storm all night, to pay Blizzard a grave.

　　Uninstall after playing, and uninstall Battle.net by the way, saying goodbye to the past six years.

　　At the beginning, I was still in college when I went to the gravehead hub. I didn’t expect that Heroes of the Storm would have the opportunity to be buried with all the games. It’s really embarrassing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)