The lord is red again

A roar was heard, and a strong little giant covered with rocks approached with a "dong dong" sound on the ground at the mountain road ahead.

It looked like a baboon, with sharp teeth and long hair. The long hair was tied with pieces of rocks, weaving them into rock armor.

Lind didn't know this kind of thing, but the other party exuded the breath of a higher disaster.

Not only that, there was a group of small baboons that looked similar to the giant baboon but were only half the height of a person, jumping around with some red berries in their hands.

The monster found Lind, and like a monkey, it supported its two long arms on the ground and rushed towards Lind quickly. The rumbling sound was wrapped in a strong wind that could not be ignored. Lind pointed the long sword in his right hand to the top of his head, and the blade burst into light, dragging him to the sky and narrowly avoiding the attack of the giant baboon.

But the opponent's flexibility was beyond imagination. He suddenly reached up and grabbed Lind. His huge palm opened like a big shield, covering one-third of Lind's body, and his five fingers stabbed like spears.

The armor failed to stop the spear's attack, and it easily penetrated the protection and stabbed into Lind's chest.

Blood spurted out immediately. Lind coughed up blood, turned the sword backward, and pulled with the force of the sword body, breaking free from the "spear" buckle, avoiding the fate of being nailed to the ground.

Blood sprayed like a column.

The blood loss made Lind's heart beat faster, but his brain was very rational.

At the moment of death, his body burst out with stronger power. He rushed forward with the shield and dodged sideways. Lind successfully bypassed the upper disaster and flashed behind it, and raised the blade.

"Gaga huhu!" The strange cry of baboons like rapid breathing came from a distance. The group of short baboons pinched the red berries in their hands. The dark red berries suddenly began to flash with strong light after being pinched by their fingers, and then threw them towards Lind.

Lind's body had already jumped into the air and could not dodge. He could only watch the berries hit himself and the upper disaster, and then.

Boom——!

The fire broke out.

The upper disaster was disturbed by the flames, and his body paused. He tried to turn around and roar at the little baboons, but he turned his head and saw that the flame curtain ignited by the explosion of the flame berries was pierced by a sword.

Lind, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, broke through the flames and flew over, and the blade successfully pierced the opponent's left eye.

He was also hanging on the head of the disaster.

The upper disaster was stung and completely lost his mind. He stretched out his hand to grab Lind, trying to tear Lind apart completely. However, Lind did not show any signs of injury. He flexibly released the sword and fell down hard, narrowly avoiding the claws of the disaster.

The loud noise made by the soles of his feet hitting the ground made people feel absurd. Those who didn't know would think that Lind was a solid iron block cast entirely by iron liquid.

Although there was no power of fire, the furnace emblem was still beating on his chest. The fire could not cause any harm to Lind, and even directly healed his seriously injured body.

Grabbing the shield with both hands and rushing forward, the upper disaster shook his body, but the feedback force also made Lind's body a little overwhelmed. The gap in rank was too obvious, and the opponent was obviously a disaster that relied entirely on physical strength. It was impossible to compare strength.

He abandoned his shield, jumped up and grabbed the arm of the disaster. The flames from behind provided Lind with strong assistance. The flames not only helped Lind recover quickly, but also made the upper monster with only one eye left lose its vision completely.

However, being injured meant madness. The opponent shook his body wildly. Lind's body was suspended in the air several times, and he only had his arms grabbing the long hair on the opponent's body to avoid being thrown away.

He was like clinging on the edge of a cliff. If his fingers were unable to loosen, what awaited him was only the abyss.

The explosion of the flame berry ignited Lind's anger. There was no "Clory's anger", but Lind himself also had anger. His body was full of strength. If he couldn't kill the opponent here, he would have to be killed. Lind hated to do this kind of choice question.

He obviously couldn't die here, and he didn't plan to die here.

His toes were looking for a foothold on the long-haired rock armor of the upper disaster, and his knees were trembling slightly. Although he had the strength of a great knight because of his blessed weapons, his body was essentially an ordinary person.

With one foot firmly planted, Lind successfully used the force, and in the interval between the upper disaster's crazy shaking and twisting, Lind let go and jumped, and successfully grabbed the blunt sword stuck in the opponent's eye socket with both hands.

Just like a horizontal bar athlete holding the blunt sword with both hands hanging in front of the upper disaster, his body swayed back and forth.

The pain further ignited the opponent's anger, but before that, Lind had accelerated and swung upwards, flipping his body and jumping on the top of the upper disaster's head.

Quickly took off the bow on his back and stuck it close to the upper disaster's head.

Disaster shook his head and tried to throw Lind away several times, interrupting his bow drawing action.

Finally, at another stable moment, Lind pulled out a full moon, and the bowstring flashed with a sharp light.

The increasingly strong sharpness wrapped around the bowstring, and as Lind loosened his fingers, a "swoosh" sound of a blade cutting the air was made, and the sharp wind blade flew out uncontrollably.

This bow is so difficult to use. The wind blades released have no fixed direction unless they are released close to the face.

The upper disaster under his feet was still roaring, but the violent savagery suddenly stopped after the continuous bombardment of the wind blades, as if being chopped and cut by an invisible sword, cutting off a piece of hair and flesh, followed by a series of muffled "puff" sounds of drilling into the flesh.

The upper calamity roared from its chest, like a huge pendulum clock shaking in a church. After being hit hard, the upper calamity exploded again and finally threw Lind away. When Lind reacted, he was already hanging in the air, like a stone thrown casually and smashed into the distance.

He adjusted the angle in the air, and rolled over with his head in his arms to relieve the force on his body when he landed.

The sound of baboons breathing rapidly came from all directions, and the little baboons came over and enthusiastically congratulated Lind with the fire berries in their hands.

Lind opened his bow, hooked the bowstring casually, and let it go, letting the wind blade fly, knocking over the little baboons holding the fire berries, and watching the fire completely ignite the nearby woods.

He turned his head to look at the upper calamity who was lying on the ground and rolling with his head in his arms, and ignored him, turning around and running towards the mountain.

It was obviously impossible to kill the opponent alone with his own body, so it was more important to find a way to escape first.

After a series of hard battles, Linde was careful enough on the next section of the road, and he climbed to the middle of the mountain after only a dozen battles.

And he was lucky. After picking up two pieces of armor, his strength actually surpassed his original level.

"Blessed weapons can actually directly promote people to the hero level"

The huge gap in strength made it easy for Linde to tell that he had already crossed that step, and at the same time he had a deeper understanding of the power of blessed weapons.

It was more useful than magic potions. Some of them could directly force people to cross the level and improve their strength just by wearing them.

After reaching the middle of the mountain, the way up the mountain became more and more difficult.

There were more and more monsters that I had never seen before, and some even started at the hero level. The most difficult to deal with were humanoid enemies, because they would not easily let their enemies go.

It took at least ten hours, and the distance to the top of the mountain was getting closer and closer. Behind Linde, there was a crowd that could be called BOSS in the game, biting him tightly.

Rather than saying that he killed his way up the mountain, it was better to say that he was fleeing all the way.

Linde ran up madly until he reached the top of the mountain, where he saw the huge altar and the central platform.

"Ah--!"

An uneasy roar came.

The moonlight suddenly disappeared from the top of his head.

Linde looked up at the huge wings that were spread out to cover the sky, and saw the rotten black body with four legs.

Landing, the storm generated by the landing almost overturned Linde.

"Is it a dragon in the end?"

Linde looked at the huge figure that crashed in front of him like a mountain, his eyes were white and lifeless, and it was obviously a dead dragon.

He couldn't see the level, but he didn't need to see the level at all. If the undead couldn't see the level, they couldn't determine the strength of the other party. That's because their strength didn't belong to them. It was obtained by "killing monsters and upgrading", and they couldn't perceive it.

But Linde and other extraordinary people who rely on themselves are different. They listen and experience it in person, and the perception of power has long been integrated into their bones.

There are no detailed numbers in the eyes of the undead, but he can easily judge the strength of the other party.

Like the corpse dragon in front of him, although Linde was not sure how many times stronger it was than him, he was definitely a monster that existed in legends and could kill him with just a little movement.

The corpse dragon opened its mouth and approached Linde. Its teeth, which were thicker than the castle's load-bearing pillars, seemed to invite Linde to enter its huge mouth that was comparable to the castle hall.

In a trance, it seemed that the front was not a dragon's mouth, but a crack in the mountain. No matter how many ox carts and horses there were, they would be swallowed up in one bite.