rune hunter

Chapter 321 Self Limit
A flaming meteor fell on a nearby street, sending thousands of fragments in all directions, setting fire to all the wooden buildings it passed.Amidst the billowing black smoke, there was a loud bang that tore apart the seemingly inconspicuous tavern in the depths of the alley. The sharp saber aura shot up into the sky, and even the raging flames around could not help but stagnate.

The bartender who was hiding in the bar poked his head out and found that the silence outside had been restored, replaced by bright light shining in.Although the outside was filled with gunpowder smoke, it was daytime after all, which was fundamentally different from the dim light from cheap candles in taverns.

The other half of the entire tavern has disappeared into dust and flames, and the remaining half of the space is also full of blood and flesh.Although it looks terrible, as long as you think back to the strength levels of the two sides in the battle just now, you can only feel extremely fortunate at this time.

The bartender standing at the bar put down the rag and wine glass in his hand, and carefully poked his head out to look out. Suddenly, his blood-stained hand grabbed the edge of the bar, and a long knife that was not stained with blood slammed With a bang, it inserted into the wooden countertop of the bar.

The bartender retracted his neck, carefully looked at the long knife stuck on the table, and couldn't help but admire: "It's really a good knife, it's a waste to use it for you."

"Knives are used to cut people, and it's a waste to leave them there." El, who was covered in bruises and bruises, climbed up from under the bar, looked at Cyprus with his head tilted and asked, "Are you happy watching here? ?”

"You can't say that..." Cyprus picked up the rag and wine glass, pretended to wipe it twice and smiled at El: "This is your inner world, this is your war. As for me It doesn't matter what your identity is."

"Is it really irrelevant?" El asked coldly: "If this is my inner world, then who gathered these ghosts and monsters to deceive people?"

"Don't shirk responsibility, this is your own problem." Cyprus said solemnly: "Actually, you know best in your heart that these gentlemen have not displayed their true strength. What they have shown is just what you remember. Their impression. Although I don't know who they are, I believe that if any of them is here, you will never win so easily."

"Which eye of yours saw me look a little relaxed?" El said angrily, wiping the blood on his face and slapping it on the table.The double attack of Blackbeard and Roger made him suffer enough. The strength of the two generations of robber kings was comparable to that of El. His own cards should not be underestimated.Even though El, who was in a perfect state, spent a lot of effort to kill them, and he was bruised all over his body. If he was not in the illusion, he might be in fatal danger.

"From the beginning to the end, you didn't command your pet to join the battle, right?" Cyprus asked with a cold snort, pointing at the little Langa who was squatting on the side doing nothing.

"I just didn't find the opportunity..." El couldn't help explaining.

"That's because you know you can't die," Cyprus said.

At this moment, El's body was covered with wounds almost everywhere, his body was almost stabbed into a sieve, and blood flowed into rivers under his feet.But when he heard what Cyprus said, he fell silent and didn't speak for a while.

Cyprus, who was a guest bartender, handed over a glass of wine very understandingly, and El took it and drank it down.The smell of alcohol is also very familiar, this is the old wine he found in the basement of the White Lion family castle.The spicy wine was rolling in his stomach, El let out a heavy breath, his body shook slightly, all the wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the fragmented velociraptor leather armor on his body began to self-destruct. repair.

"There is a question I really want to ask, but I don't know if you are willing to answer it." El pushed away the wine glass and said to Cyprus: "I heard that the Beifeng family has special skills in cultivating sword masters. I want to know, who in your family What kind of obstacles will the kid encounter when he walks this path?"

"About this issue, first of all, I have to correct a few basic mistakes of yours." Cyprus raised his eyebrows, coughed and said seriously: "First, I am not a member of the Beifeng family, and second, you are also a brat. As for Someone else's problem—that's someone else's problem."

"The descendants of the Beifeng family, such as the little girl who is very talented recently, she was still an ignorant child when she walked this path, she couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and her enemies were her father and master. And You are different, you knew it was an illusion the first time you came in, and the enemies in your heart are at the lowest level of silver, how can this scene continue?"

El smiled wryly. Of course he understood what Cyprus meant. The White Stone Path is the Silver Secret Realm embodied by the Sword Master of the North Wind. To put it bluntly, it is a toy left for his own children.Purely speaking from the level of realm, the path he is taking now is a bit beyond the standard.This kind of battle with the enemy in the heart will definitely benefit a lot for the bronze-ranked fighters, but it is meaningless from the perspective of the silver-ranked fighters.

In other words - it's fun to kill, but it's pointless.

"I thought I could find something to learn from along the way," Al murmured dejectedly.

"Killing has blinded your eyes and made you lose your way."

Cyprus suddenly said such a sentence, he spread his hands and showed El what he had in his hands, which was a piece of torn clothes.

"Damn it, I knew it!" El kicked over the bar. After a series of high-intensity battles just now, his nerves had just relaxed. Forget your other purpose.He almost forgot that he wasn't here to fight for the sake of fighting, there was a more worthy reason for him to go forward.

Even though the outside world was raging with war, the half-collapsed tavern still kept quiet enough for two people to talk in a low voice, because this was a hypocritical fantasy world, and nothing was impossible.As soon as he stepped out of the threshold that no longer existed, the scorching soot outside rushed towards his face.El cursed in his heart that he was inhuman, covered his mouth and nose, roughly identified a direction and rushed away.

The undead soldiers on the street are still shoulder to shoulder, and you can't see the head and the tail.Now El knew that it was meaningless to be entangled with these near-real illusions. His heart moved, and the little Langa who was following behind him spread his wings and flew up, and the jewel between his eyebrows flickered.After a breath of energy, the light of the secret sword instantly tore through the entire street, opening an unobstructed passage in front of El.

"Very good, that's it." El nodded, exerting force on his feet, and the whole person flew out like a fast arrow, and quickly crossed the burning street before the surrounding undead soldiers gathered.

What the Sword Master of the North Wind left behind was his own Silver Secret Realm, and the hallucinations in it were just incidental trials. Naturally, it was impossible to simulate an entire city in all directions like Adrian used the mirror illusion arranged by fraudsters back then.In the eyes of El, who has experienced big scenes, this illusion is full of flaws that cannot be seen directly, just like a wooden rocking chair made by a blacksmith, the technique is simple and rude, and does not consider logical details at all.

From the very beginning, he believed that Cyprus was the actual manipulator of this illusion. Although he himself denied it, but after El and he said a few hard words in the second meeting, he stepped out of the tavern and found that he began to abandon this illusion. Ritual, like breaking a pot, completely abandoning all irrelevant factors.

Under the detection of the Eye of Reality, El saw that the city behind him was gradually collapsing—in fact, except for the route he chose, other city blocks set as the background began to collapse rapidly.After he passed through the obstacles of the undead soldiers, the number of undead soldiers on the street also rapidly decreased, replaced by the more difficult mass-produced landwalker flame hounds.These reconnaissance troops under the rosette of Langa Aka combined some damn things, their combat power soared, their strength and speed reached the level of elite troops, and they even added a self-destruct function!

El had just fought a bloody path from the group of flame hounds that suddenly appeared. Before he could take a breath, he saw a wall in front of him collapsing, and a whole dozen hell horned demons fell from the sky. The young Kemal family The Demon Warlock emerged from the flames with a grinning grin.

At this time, El was too lazy to think about the weakness of the demon warlock, because this guy had long been defeated by him, and even if he was killed, he would not be able to gain anything. On the contrary, such a large number of hell horned demons brought him great pressure. This thing is not only strong and strong, but also has thick skin and tenacious vitality. It is very troublesome to kill, and now it is a disaster to appear in groups.

As soon as this idea rose from El's mind, he saw in despair that the number of hell horned demons had doubled out of thin air, and they had also inserted bat wings, turning them into amphibious troops.

"Hey, hey, you're going too far!" El yelled at the sky with cold sweat all over his head, but of course he didn't get any answer.This is an illusion, a world evolved from his heart.As much as he doesn't like to admit it, that's all he wants from a stronger enemy to grind him down.

Since the quality is not up to the standard, it is also a way to make up for it with quantity.

(End of this chapter)