Traveling through Dungeons and Warriors

Chapter 262 Sorry, This World Will Not Allow You!

The sky was still dark, but Buvanga understood that this darkness was the normal nightfall, and the black mist influenced by Di Ruiji, the Lord of Darkness, had gradually thinned.

At this time, Di Ruiji looked extremely weak, and the pustules that had been torn on his body when he released the darkness attack before had flattened and appeared to be festering.

"Will?" Di Ruiji seemed to give up resistance, and his dilapidated body finally relaxed. After completely relaxing, Di Ruiji's appearance was no longer ferocious and terrifying, but slender and pitiful, "cough cough Cough." To Buvanga's surprise, Di Ruiji coughed sickly.

"Hey! Wake up the boy lying over there!" Di Ruiji's voice was no longer hazy and sharp, but calmly said to Buwanga.

"What do you want?" Although Di Ruiji didn't look threatening at all at this time, Buvanga asked vigilantly.

"I remember that he seemed to have something to ask me, of course." Di Ruiji continued with a self-deprecating smile, "You can also kill me directly, as long as you don't regret it!"

"Hmm. Damn it!" Although Di Ruiji said this, Buwanga was very upset, but he still had to turn around and walk towards Spark.

When he got in front of Spark, he saw that Spark's breathing became more and more even. After all, he possessed the powerful recovery power of blood energy, and Spark finally survived the hanging thread again.

"Spark. Spark?" Bhuvanga called, shaking Spark's body slightly.

"Huh?" Spark slowly opened his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up, and asked nervously, "You must have succeeded, Di Ruiji. Di Ruiji You didn't kill it, did you?"

"Hey, it looks like I was really tricked by that monster!" Sure enough, as Di Ruiji said, Spark obviously had something important to ask him, shrugged his shoulders, and Buvanga said: "I didn't kill him!" , did not kill, I will take you there!" After speaking, he helped Spark up and walked slowly towards Di Ruiji's place.

"Human, what's your name?" Seeing Spark approaching, Di Ruiji asked slowly.

"Spark, Spark Colt! Is the name so important?" Spark asked doubtfully.

"Slowly, at least let me know the name of the person who can cause the death of the two demon apostles?" Di Ruiji smiled wryly, and then said: "Okay, as the saying goes, winners and losers, you can ask whatever you want." Just ask."

"I want to know why apostles like Rotes and you moved to Arad." After thinking for a while, Spark added: "Don't fool me with the 'Second Dragon War'. The battlefield is Arad, but you didn't choose to leave again after knowing this information, why did you stop here?"

"Oh, this first question stumps me!" Di Ruiji replied a little strangely: "Of course we are not avoiding the war. As for stopping in Arad, you will understand when you know the environment of the Demon Realm. It's so perfect it's amazing!"

"Since it's hard for you to let go, why are you curled up in this desolate place?" Sparke sneered and directly denied the answer and said, "I think your ability to make people crazy and even control people's hearts is completely fine." There is a side of power here in Arad, but in fact, for such a long time, neither your avatar in the Dark City nor the main body of Nosmar has any intention of moving."

"Hmph! It's not because of those idiots!" At this point, Di Ruiji seemed to feel that he was at a loss for staying here, and then said: "I can only say that the few of us did not follow our own rules. Willing to come to Arad, think about it, even my most proud subordinate Rakshasa was torn apart in the time-space transfer (appearing as the fifth ghost plague Rakshasa), you think time-space magic is something that a layman like me would like Touching!" What Di Ruiji said was true, time and space magic is the most profound and mysterious type of magic among all magics, and only those who possess huge magic power and are proficient in this kind of magic can avoid being confused by the chaotic time and space. Torn apart by the storm.

"Hey, okay." As if feeling that Di Ruiji could not solve all the doubts, Spark sighed and continued to ask: "I got the book written by Roters, but I dare not take the content of the book without permission." Agree, now I have only one question and you must answer me!" After a pause, to be honest, Sparke was also very disturbed when he asked here, took a deep breath and said, "What exactly is an apostle?"

"Ahahaha!" To Spark's surprise, Di Ruiji burst out laughing when he heard it, and when Bwanga couldn't bear its sharp and piercing laughter and wanted to tell him the truth again, Di Ruiji Then Ji said: "Apostle, of course the apostle is an angel! Finally someone put aside the devil world and the so-called evil and began to pursue the secrets! Human named Spark, I am very optimistic about you!"

Although what Di Ruiji said was full of ridicule, Spark's heart was filled with huge waves, and then he said in a difficult sentence: "Since he is an angel, why did he cause such a disaster!"

"It's my nature!" Di Ruiji still said with a relaxed tone: "I represent darkness and despair, and my body is full of plagues and viruses. If I don't spread it, who will spread it?"

"Damn it, can't you be like Rotes?" Inspired by Di Ruiji's unrepentant appearance in the face of his bad deeds, Spark accidentally said the contents of Rotes' book He came out and said: "Willing to be restrained and sealed by rocks, willing to suffer the pain of dispersing elements of this attribute every day, Rotes can do it, why can't you?"

"Cut! Don't call Rotes such a good person!" Di Ruiji's eyes were full of contempt, and he said disdainfully: "It's just a coward, and it didn't end up dead in the end? At least I enjoyed it! You don't know how beautiful the sound of howling in pain in the plague I spread is!" Having said this, Di Ruiji actually showed Eve's enjoyment, with his scarlet tongue twitching at the corner of his mouth, muttering unsatisfactorily Said: "If I hadn't misheard those idiots, I would have gone to a more densely populated place. Naturally, the more painful voices, the more beautiful they are!"

"Okay, I understand!" As if he had made up his mind, Spark suddenly stopped the question-and-answer game, and then pretended to turn to Bwanga and said, "Brother, the dark bullet in his paw Take off the Ring of the Spirit and give it to me, then. Let it go to hell!"

"Okay!" Buvanga, who had been listening for a long time and didn't understand why, was already extremely bored, when he heard Spark's order, he immediately picked up the totem in his hand and ran to kill the dark He snatched the Elven Ring and threw it to Spark, then raised the totem in his hand and aimed at Di Ruiji's disgusting head.

"Wait!" Just as Bwanga was about to fall, Di Ruiji suddenly yelled at Spark, who turned his back in horror: "Since you got the quotation from Rotes, you should know I can't die! How dare you."

"Do it!" Without looking back, Spark said without hesitation, and the commanding Buvanga mobilized the energy in his body, and then slammed the totem in his hand with a roar.

"No. You will regret it." Di Ruiji was still roaring until the totem touched his body, but with a loud "bang!", Di Ruiji's voice changed with the vibrating yellow sand Surprised. "If you can do what Rotes did, I would naturally hesitate, but unfortunately you are not!" Only then did Spark turn around, and said coldly to Di Ruiji's corpse whose head had become rotten: " What's more, the truth may not be what Rotes said, even if it is. I, Allard, will not allow such scum to exist!"

"Hey, I'll go, I said Brother Spark," Buwanga said while wiping the blood on the totem while holding back the strange smell, "what are you talking about in this long talk?"

"It's nothing, it's just guesswork, and it's not the time to talk about it yet!" At this point, Spark seemed to have thought of something and asked, "By the way, brother, how is your eighth-level strength?"

"How is it? That's cool. There's strength everywhere on my body!" Speaking of the strength of the eighth level, Buwanga suddenly showed an excited smile and said, "It's really fun to fight with the strength of the eighth level. It’s comfortable for a big lady to play with!”

"So. How long can it last?" Just as Bwanga was getting more excited and more evil, Spark interrupted Bwanga with a wave of his hand and asked with a smile.

"Eh. What about this?" Buwanga faltered immediately after being asked this question, not half of what he looked like just now.

"Is it almost unbearable?" Spark asked as if he knew everything.

"What, so you know it all!" Buvanga rolled his eyes at Spark and complained, "Indeed, I feel that the state of the eighth-level strength is dissipating faster and faster!"

"Well, it seems that you can't generate blood energy by yourself without a ghost hand!" Spark nodded and explained: "The reason why you can reach the eighth level is because the crazy virus and blood energy are combined into crazy blood, and then It was achieved through the stimulation of chicken blood, and under the stimulation of all aspects, your strength has not only reached the eighth level, but even surpassed Di Ruiji, a real eighth-level powerhouse, what a pity. So, how long can you last?"

"I guess it will disappear in less than 10 minutes!" Buvanga answered honestly, scratching the back of his head, not understanding so many principles.

"Well, 10 minutes, see if it's enough." As he spoke, Spark put the dark elf ring on the middle finger of his left hand, then looked into the distance as if he was waiting for something, and his expression became serious again, as if he didn't want to. Disappointing Spark, after a while, in the seemingly endless desert, two black spots suddenly appeared in the sight of Bwanga and Spark, and they were still rushing over.

"Looks like what's supposed to come is coming!" Spark murmured, "It depends on whether it's a free lunch or an unpleasant dinner."

(End of this chapter)