The dream of this world has big problems

Chapter 537 He Laughed

Chapter 520 Seven: You know what I have been doing for 300 years
"One sword is not enough, so let's have a few more swords." Knight Myron said, looking at the wall of flesh and blood in front of him.

"Okay." Lu Qing nodded, and then handed Altaïr's sword to Knight Meren.

The damaged steel long sword was still lying on the ground on one side, but Lu Qing was not at all worried that Knight Meren would destroy his Altaïr's sword.

This is not because Altaïr's sword is a long sword of purple quality and does not worry about damage. Although there are indeed reasons for this, the main reason is that the game items will automatically recover after returning to the lobby.

"Please slash as much as you want, don't feel any psychological burden." Thinking this way, Lu Qing saw Knight Meren pick up Altaïr's sword.

"Please don't worry, I won't damage it." Knight Myron stroked the blade of Altaïr's sword lightly with his hands, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"It's really a good sword." Knight Myron sighed in his heart. To be honest, even as a legendary knight, he has never used a weapon of this level in his life.

"I'm going to start!"

Turning around to face the Wall of Flesh, Knight Meren held Altaïr's sword high, and the aura on his body was accumulated again.

"Breathe. Drink!"

The huge sword light fell again, cutting on the wriggling wall of flesh and blood, and immediately cut a huge wound. However, it was not over yet. Knight Meron raised his long sword suddenly, and gave another savage blow Cut it out!
"boom!!"

As if the air had been ignited, the temperature of the entire lower floor of the prison rose rapidly, and there was only a "boom", and a blazing flame ignited on Altaïr's sword.

Another huge sword light fell, and Knight Merren stepped forward suddenly, turned around with the power of swinging the sword, and slashed on the wall of flesh and blood with another sword.

In the blink of an eye, the knight of Mellon swung three swords in a row. At this time, the wall of flesh and blood had become festering, and the severed flesh and blood were wriggling and trying to recover, but they lost their vitality powerlessly in the next second.

"Huh, it's over." With a long breath of white mist, Knight Merren stood on the spot and observed carefully for a while, after confirming that the Wall of Flesh was really not responding, he spoke slowly.

"Sorry, Your Royal Highness, although the sword is not broken, it is somewhat damaged." Knight Meron handed back the sword of Altaïr, which was exuding scorching heat, to Lu Qing.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it still works, I will find someone to fix it afterwards." Lu Qing shook her head, then looked at the road behind the Wall of Flesh and said, "Since the road is open, let's move on."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the soldier who brought them over and said, "You don't have to follow the road ahead, gentlemen, can you lend me your sword?"

"Yes." Hearing Lu Qing's words, the soldier hastily pulled out the long steel sword from his waist and handed it to Lu Qing.

"Thank you." Taking the long sword from the soldier with a smile, Lu Qing looked at Knight Meron and said, "Knight Merlon will use that sword, it can play more roles in your hands. "

"Hehe, then I would like to thank Your Highness the Princess." Hearing what Lu Qing said, Knight Mellon smiled happily. For a knight, there is nothing more gratifying than obtaining a useful weapon Although this weapon cannot be regarded as his.

In the dark underground space, the Pope and the deceased Archbishop Angus faced each other, and the Pope's condition did not look very good.

"You are really difficult, Pope Gordon." Archbishop Angus said, looking at the man in front of him.

"I can become even more difficult, do you want to try?" The Pope said weakly against the wall behind him, sweating uncontrollably on his head.

"You're going to die and still be so stubborn." Angus floated not far in front of the Pope, and whispered: "Look at your current appearance, but there is a hole corroded in your chest, and some blood is bleeding. become so weak."

"I'll ask you again Gordon, are you still unwilling to embrace the great void?"

"Hehe." The Pope sneered twice, and did not answer Angus's question: "This is not like your character, Yorick never asks the same question twice. Cough, cough, cough!"

"How could my avatar be the same as me?" Angus said while floating in the air.

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There was silence between the two. Angus looked at the Pope not far away, subconsciously sending dangerous signals constantly. He had no doubt that if he took a step closer, the Pope in front of him seemed to be dying at any moment. The old man will deliver a fatal blow to himself.

But even if he tried his best to control the spawning of a large amount of flesh and blood to investigate beside the Pope, he couldn't find out where the source of the danger was.

And the Pope.
Every time he took a breath at this time, he would feel the overwhelmed sound left by the gas passing through his lungs. The void power that covered his spinal cord and could only be suppressed with all his life was simply stronger than all those he had ever heard. The curse is even more deadly.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Angus felt something. He raised his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the upper floor of the prison, and he "saw" the figure holding the long sword and cutting off the wall of flesh and blood.

"The current strongest knight in the kingdom. Myron Zahad."

Angus felt the remaining strength in his body, and silently stepped back.

"No. [-] and this new member, we are going back." Angus said to No. [-] and No. [-].

"I'm not a new member, I'm Number Five." Number Five tried to correct Archbishop Angus' statement.

"." Angus was silent for a moment, then wriggled his brain and said, "Is Number Five so weak now?"

"I" No. [-] was at a loss for words for a while, but I didn't dare to say anything to refute. After all, he still remembered the scene of Angus's battle just now, so he really didn't dare to offend the dead archbishop.

"No matter what, the strongest knight in the kingdom is coming, if the two of them hit me, something will happen." Angus said.

"Can't you beat it?" the mouth on No. [-]'s cheek suddenly opened his mouth.

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"Snapped!"

No. [-] backhanded himself a big mouth, and quickly explained: "Sometimes my mouth always speaks suddenly by itself, please forgive me, the archbishop, hahaha"

"It's okay." The archbishop waved his tentacles and said, "Whether it's Pope Gordon or the number one knight in the kingdom, I'm not afraid of going it alone."

"And if they team up, it's not that I can't fight, but rookies, there is one thing you have to remember."

"No matter at any time, you can't take your enemies lightly, and don't be too confident in your own strength, what are the consequences?"

After a moment of silence, Archbishop Angus said quietly, "Do you know how I have lived in the past 300 years?"

"Sleeping in a coffin every day!"

Number two, number five: "."

"In short, retreat."

Archbishop Angus waved his tentacles, and a road made of flesh and blood resembling a human intestine appeared in front of him, and he floated into it.

Seeing this, No. [-] and No. [-] didn't say anything, and left the prison with the archbishop.

(End of this chapter)