The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Except for the boss, everyone else was killed by me.

After doing all this, I contacted the boss of Rennes, summoned him to this town, and put the boss at his disposal.

Then, in the respect of the elves, I took the magic airship and left there.

This incident is the only meaningful thing in a week.

"If you want me to say, don't be discouraged," Daidachi persuaded me from the side: "Isn't it just a transformation task, you can probably not do it, anyway, you don't need any transformation power."

After a moment of contemplation, I said: "For power, more is better than less."

"It's okay if you can activate the fade task, but you can't activate it."

"It may not be like this." My eyes flickered and said, "Maybe it’s just that the creation **** of Moonlight City is not suitable for me. I can go to Dasai City and Fort Witch to try it. Swiss City or York City."

Odachi was silent for a moment after hearing what I said, and then murmured: "Crazy, crazy..."

Some things cannot be waited for, such as urinating, such as upgrading, such as activating the fade task.

You know, if you can't activate and complete the fading task before the eleventh level, at the eleventh level, all this will come to nothing.

Among them, what is lost is not only a brand new experience, but also the power of fading caused by the fading task.

That is the divine power directly dropped by the **** of creation, which is comparable to the killing intent.

Although I don't have much idea about the God of Creation, or even the slightest interest, I still crave power, just like fish crave water.

Don’t forget, one of my big goals in life is to brush through the dungeon and get the final reward from the God of Creation!

Since the creation idol in the Adventurer Base of Moonlight City does not want me to activate, then I will try other places, as the saying goes: I don’t want to stay here, I have my own place to stay.

Just do it.

Riding on the magic airship, I rushed to Dasai City first.

It’s close to Erie City and York Seoul. If the creation **** of Darcy City is not friendly, I can sneak into Erie City and York Seoul to try.

The magic airship quickly reached Dasai City, got off the airship, and went straight to the adventurer's base.

The staff at the Adventurer Base were still the same, and they had good memory. They recognized me as the current prime minister at first sight, and immediately greeted me with enthusiasm and respect.

After I explained my intention, the staff quickly took me to the statue of creation, exercised the staff's special authority, and asked me to activate the fading task first.

The other party is so enthusiastic, I naturally can't refuse, so I stretched out my hand and touched the **** of creation in a standard posture.

The same cold touch, the same hard touch, and also no fart reaction.

I frowned slightly, and at the same time I wondered: Why is there no response from the **** of creation here? Isn't it a question of idols, but a mismatch between me and the task of fading?

Thinking of this, I retracted my hand, thanked the dumbfounded staff, and left here quickly.

Out of the adventurer base gate, I quickly walked towards the most central mansion in the capital of Dasai City.

There is the home of the high priest.

I think the well-informed high priest will surely know something.

When I came to the high priest’s residence, I just knocked on the door, and the door opened. A few familiar faces appeared behind the door. They were the high priest’s guards and attendants.

The one leading the guard, bowed his head at me and said respectfully: "Master An Xiaoyi, please come inside. Your high priest is waiting in the back hall."

I nodded and walked quickly to the back hall.

As soon as I arrived in the back hall, I saw the high priest sitting cross-legged on the tatami, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"Your High Priest," I bowed my head respectfully.

"No need to be polite." She smiled and waved her hand: "Sit down."

Sitting opposite the high priest, the attendant hurriedly poured the tea and offered it. I thanked me, and took the teacup, but did not drink it. Instead, I stared at the pale green tea with a gloomy look.

"Drinking tea" The high priest still smiled and said: "After drinking this cup of tea, I will talk to you slowly."

"Yes."

After drinking the light green tea, slowly put down the teacup. Just as soon as the teacup was put down here, the waiter over there quickly put the teacup away.

I was a little surprised by his performance. The high priest said, "This is a jade teacup made thousands of years ago. Although the craftsmanship is slightly rough, it carries most of the memories of my life. If it is broken here, it would be a pity."

"Broken?" I looked puzzled: "What is broken...Um..."

Before I finished speaking, I only felt a scorching heat in my chest, as if a steel ball of thousands of degrees had been stuffed there.

"This...this is..." I frowned, in a cold sweat, and gritted my teeth without saying a word. At the same time, I used all my mental energy to fight against this burning in my chest. Scorching stream.

Opposite me, the high priest still smiled indifferently. She said: "This kind of pain will last for an hour. After an hour, you come to the main hall to find me, and I will tell you related things."

After all, with the help of the waiter, he left the back hall.

I stayed alone in the back hall. All sides were empty. Except for the small table in front of me, there was not even a piece of furniture. It seemed that the high priest had already foreseen what would happen and prepared in advance.

The burning sensation in my chest became more intense, and I even faintly felt like flames rushing in my body. The strange pain was really unbearable for me. Unconsciously, I threw the first punch that seemed to vent.

The small table was broken into pieces without warning.

However, smashing the small table still couldn't contain the pain caused by the anxiety of my chest.

As a result, I lost my mind.

In my consciousness, I only felt that there was a crisis around me, as if the four walls were strong enemies, and they would launch fatal attacks on me at any time.

In order to survive, I can only fight back, fight back, and fight back again.

At the same time, not only did the burning sensation in my chest not diminish a little, but it increased again and again. At this time, I felt that there was no longer a burning red steel ball in my chest, but a red steel ball. sun.

I, who was able to make a sound just now, can no longer make any sound, just open my mouth in vain, like a fish about to die of thirst.

This depression of being unable to shout out, and the burning sensation in my chest, constantly stimulated my emotions and raised my anger again and again.

The rising anger, like a wave, swallowed my little stone.

From that moment on, I didn't know anything.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a ruin with broken sawdust and collapsed debris around me.

This scene is so familiar, if there is more blood and corpses, it will be more familiar.

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