The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Not far away, Poseidon didn’t seem to see this scene at all. He still looked at Shilock with hot eyes, while the two people beside him, the white-skinned man and the handsome shady man who didn’t speak from beginning to end, See if not.

If I were his subordinate, he would definitely defect immediately and stay away.

Because a man like this doesn't care about his subordinates, maybe one day you will die, and death is worthless.

Just like the dark-skinned man lying in front of him.

Poor Kesura was loyal and loyal, only to be the master, but in the end he ended up tragically on the streets, sigh, sad.

However, in this world, flowers are always falling intentionally, and flowing water is merciless.

Maybe Poseidon was just greedy for Shilock's body, or maybe he really fell in love at first sight, but Shilock had no intention of treating him at all.

For a long time, Shilock suddenly screamed: "Want to marry me? It's not impossible, but first you have to ask for his permission."

After all, looking at me, his eyes joking, as if watching a play.

Poseidon only glanced forward at me, then moved his gaze back to Shilock's face: "So, what about the second item?"

"Are you so sure that he would agree?" Shilock asked curiously.

"Of course" Poseidon said proudly: "Humans will not disobey my ideas."

This time, I couldn't help it, and sneered: "Why are you so sure?"

"Because I am the king of the gods, the king of the sea gods, the descendants of gods! I am also the only true **** in this world! All mortals who dare to disobey my will will be punished by heaven!"

His voice was quite loud and long, echoing in the Seagod Clan for more than a minute before disappearing.

"So what?" Shaking my neck, I sneered: "How should I answer?"

"You just say-agree, it's okay." Poseidon's gaze returned to me, he stared at me contemptuously, and said slowly: "Then, I will grant you a painless death."

"You are so kind, my majesty."

The man standing behind Poseidon offered a flattery in due course.

"You are really a kind monarch." I looked at Poseidon with a smile, and said slowly: "Please allow me to choose-refuse."

Poseidon deserves to be a straightforward man. Not only is he very frank in love, but he is also unambiguous when it comes to the enemy-I think that in terms of the enemy, of course, it is possible that he never considered me from beginning to end. opponent.

Seeing Poseidon lifted his hand, a terrifying tornado was born out of thin air, and it came straight towards me.

If I'm caught in this stuff, not to mention that my body is torn apart, it's definitely not complete.

Because this is not an ordinary tornado at all, but a tornado made of magic!

I can even clearly see countless sharp blades rotating along with the tornado, wherever I pass, even the land is lifted several meters high.

The tyrannical tornado engulfed gravel and broken bricks, and whizzed towards me. That scene, covering the sky and the sun, seemed like the end of the world.

"I seem...I can't stop this trick," I muttered, looking up at the tornado.

"You can try it, it won't die anyway" Spitz was heartless.

"But I will be fruitful, wouldn't it be worse."

"Don't worry, these people will die, and just today, what's so bad about letting a group of dying people see your body? Are you afraid that they will fail to report to the God of Creation?"

"It's just not very accepting in my heart." I shook my head and said, "The others are nothing."

"That's fine," Spitz said: "Anyway, even if it's fruitful, you can pick up their clothes and wear them. I don't know what you think, but I like these scales."

"I also like this style of equipment, but this scale armor...is it made of gold?"

Spitz twisted the gun of gold hard, twisted it into a circle, threw it aside, and said, "Not only gold, but also a small amount of mithril, so the color is so bright."

"Oh? Mithril? Really stingy" I smacked my lips, disdainfully said: "If you change me, I will definitely build a set of equipment with at least 30% fine gold for my subordinates, enough for mythril tube!"

Spitz's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said to me, "From today you will be my boss."

"Fuck off!" I scolded with a smile: "The guy who has milk is a mother, let's talk about building you a set of all mithril, at least 30% fine gold content, I still can't go bankrupt!"

"How is it possible, you have so much money, don't forget, you are the future inheritance of Master Dewey's industry——"

The word ‘person’ had not yet been exported, and the tyrannical tornado was already close at hand, without even giving him a chance to speak, it swallowed it in with me and him.

When I was in the eyes of a tornado, there was a sharp sensation of tearing all over my body. I couldn't help clenching my teeth and condensing killing intent to fight the wind and magic blade that was tearing my skin.

However, I overlooked an important thing, that is, killing intent does not have a defensive function.

The skin that should be torn will still be torn, and its power will not be weakened by the killing intent at all.

Blood emerged from the cracked skin and was swept into the sky by a tornado, then torn apart by magic blades.

Every strand of blood is like this, and soon, these broken blood became a blood curtain, which tightly surrounded me.

"You are really miserable." Not far away, Spitz's voice was heard clearly in my ears. The tone was not irritable or irritable, as if chatting.

It seems that Poseidon's tornado has no effect on him.

I wanted to open my mouth to reply to him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, there was blood and dust pouring into the mouth, which felt terrible to be honest.

So I closed my mouth tightly again.

A few minutes later, the tornado rolled over me, leaving only a piece of wreckage and unscathed Spitz, as well as a wounded me.

The blood is still dripping slowly, but I am accustomed to the pain of being cut by a magic blade, and even more accustomed to the refreshing sensation of the skin being torn.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered my head, then slowly opened my eyes.

Looking at the scars and blood stains all over my body, I couldn't help but smile.

Yes, it is this kind of feeling. Only after experiencing this extremely painful feeling will I have a feeling of happiness for the rest of my life.

How long have I not tasted this feeling?

Ten days, ten months, still more than a year... I have forgotten the long time, but this happy feeling after the disaster has made me unforgettable.

Comfortable, happy, and inexplicably ignited... the intent to fight.

Slowly raising my head, looking up at Poseidon, I grinned and said with a grin: "What a terrible tornado, it not only destroyed my clothes, but also tore my skin, but you see, my skin has healed. Even some of the deeper wounds are about to heal, come on, give me a more violent attack, and let me feel the sense of dying!"

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