Traveling through Dungeons and Warriors

Chapter 280 Prison Rock Colt MK9
"Chacha, are you restless after being affected by the power of chaos? It really disappoints me, then." At this time, Ozma's wrinkled cheeks couldn't help flashing a smug smile, and then As soon as the pupils contracted, the black mist that had already condensed into a ball on the chest suddenly shot towards GSD, and at the same time shouted: "Die, Chaos Ball!"

"Hmm!" GSD, who was already under the influence of various negative states, just made a little resistance before being hit by the ball of chaos. For a while, GSD only felt that he was in the midst of countless wailing, and there were countless cold voices in his ears. It echoed, and what he said was nothing more than words telling him to give up his life and betray his partners.

"Wow!" GSD naturally knew that everything in front of him was caused by Ozma, but at this moment, he had lost all his hands, but he could only do his best to keep his mind from being infected, because he understood that once these negative emotions completely invaded It will be difficult to turn back if you are confused. After all, the "curse of blood" released by Ozma in the whole of Arad erased the trust between everyone, so there is no need to doubt its reputation.

"Chacha, what's the matter? Still want to keep your mind in this environment?" Ozma shook his head and smiled evilly, and then said: "The so-called eighth-level strength is a one-hit victory, how can I waste energy? Don't worry, you! You are dead!" When he said the last few words, Ozma's expression was full of ferocity.

But just when Ozma was about to pass by the GSD that was not much time to kill the rare group attacker Pandora, suddenly, he only felt a strong wind coming from his ears, and instinctively turned his head to the side to use it Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bullets passing by rapidly.Looking ahead again, he saw that Goshawk, Nils, Bethania, Azshara, Bwanga, Spark and others were already standing in front of him.

"Oh, what a big show!" Ozma showed a playful smile, and then said disdainfully with a bloodthirsty expression on his face: "But it's a pity, you don't even have an eighth-level, you want to Die early?"

"Eighth step? Is that what you said?" Ignoring Ozma's mocking expression, Goshawk slowly stepped forward, the revolver in his hand was still emitting green smoke, which shows that he fired the bullet just now .When the goshawk listened to the footsteps, Ozma suddenly felt a strange energy permeating the air. With a cautious attitude, Ozma went to the goshawk to probe with the special physique of ghosts and gods.

"Huh?" It's okay not to check, but Ozma was a little confused after checking. You must know that the investigation just now only felt that GSD, a "novice" strong who had only entered the eighth level for a few years, and Goshawk At best, he is just a master of the seventh-level peak strength, but now after careful investigation, although he is still the seventh-level peak, the goshawk at this time gives Ozma a sense of threat.

I saw the revolver in Goshawk's hand naturally hanging on both sides, and seeing Ozma's puzzled expression, he said, "Don't doubt it, I'm still at the seventh level. If I reach the eighth level, I'll try to see if I can take over from that one." Shenlong is a contemporary gun god with no head or tail. It’s just that.” At this point, Goshawk raised the revolver in his hand proudly and said, “I’m also a descendant of the Colt family. There is also a bit of craftsmanship, here! See if this revolver feels a little familiar?" This sentence was not said to Ozma, but to Spark behind him, showing the revolver in his hand, and then said: " This is forged with the mysterious ore I collected when I traveled to Arad. Hey, after all, I still miss my Colt Fire Serpent, but as the saying goes, if the old one does not go away, the new one will not come. This weapon Looks good too!"

"Impossible!" Facing the fact that Goshawk's seventh-level strength can make him feel threatened, Ozma seemed a little unwilling. After all, each level of strength has a very large span, so he asked: " I want to know why you were able to suddenly increase your strength, the you just now could not give this old man such a feeling!"

"Cut!" Glancing at Ozma with disdain, Goshawk said: "The strength of the seventh-level peak can comprehend the ultimate mystery of each profession, you understand that? And the prison rock made of mysterious ore in my hand Colt MK9 has the ability to enhance the ultimate esoteric combat power!"

"Hell Rock Colt MK9?" Leaving aside Ozma's feelings, at this time Spark also felt familiar when he saw the revolver in Goshawk's hand. After all, they were all members of the Colt family. The design of the gun body is naturally very familiar, so he hurriedly moved to Goshawk's side and whispered in his ear, "I said, uncle, even if you are the heir of the Colt family, you who left the family at an early age would not be able to do this, right? "

"Ah" I didn't expect that Goshawk, who was dismantled by the bastard Spark, suddenly seeped sweat on his forehead, and then said: "Nonsense, how can I create it, it's all about getting rid of Brother Linus, I will give you a chance later." Let me introduce it to you, okay? Don’t make trouble here!” But when Goshawk said this, Spark remembered the man named Linus, and thought that the person who could make such a gun must not be a mortal.

At this time, Ozma, who was watching Spark and Goshawk "talking about cross talk", was very depressed. Although the eighth-level powerhouse waved his hand to deal with one or two seventh-level experts, but if there were some The form of existence comparable to the eighth-level powerhouse is very different. After all, it is not a joke to be attacked by others when fighting opponents of the same level.Thinking of this, Ozma also took out the revolver of the nine Colt series from his bosom and said: "Since you have so many people besieging the old man, then the old man will ask some people to play with you!" Said After that, the revolver in Ozma's hand suddenly became brighter, and the aura of a ruptured space diaphragm immediately permeated the entire battlefield.

"Not good! He wants to call other ghosts and gods to help, Azshara hurry up and think of a way to rescue your old lover GSD, or he will be in the mood to swing his sword from the palace soon!" Seeing Ozma started to call for helpers, and Goshawk hurriedly shouted to Azshara.

And Azshara was very unhappy when she heard the word "old lover", but she panicked when she heard that GSD might swing a sword from the palace. It doesn't age with age, but the physiological needs are just like that sentence says, so I hurriedly ran towards GSD without blushing.

Three steps and two steps, Azshara rushed to GSD for approval, and then felt that GSD, who was being eroded by the strong negative emotions, frowned, pointed the cane directly on GSD's forehead and shouted: "Necromancer Profound Technique: Arrival , Tyrant Barak!" I saw a dead spirit wearing a purple-black heavy armor with a huge saber in his hand appearing behind Azshara. After successfully summoning Barak, Azshara did not stop at all, and directly Waving his cane, he pointed at GSD and shouted: "The Necromancer's Secret: Barak's ambition, devour!" I saw Barak, the tyrant who was still behind Azshara, suddenly stretched out his giant claws to pounce on the motionless GSD. Thinking that Azshara was planning to "murder her husband", the tyrant Barak pressed the giant claw on GSD's forehead.

(End of this chapter)