The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Reality always slaps ignorant people in the face in the most ruthless way.

The Cullo cat demon is indeed not my opponent, but it is only limited to a single one. If there are groups of three or five, I will definitely receive a very heavy blow.

Just like then.

After killing the Cullo cat demon, the self-proclaimed invincible I looked up to the sky and let out a hearty laugh.

The laughter swept through a small half of the forest and attracted a group of ‘onlookers’ in a very short time.

When there were ‘onlookers’ all around me, I seemed to understand what it meant to be ‘the one who pretended to be the strongest and the most venomous beating’.

I saw a dozen or so cat demon Kuro surrounding me, all of them staring round, showing their fangs, and spreading their claws. It didn’t look like they were going to applaud me, they were doing it. Warm up before the meal.

I was in the same mood as I had just walked out of the warm room, then stepped on the empty foot and fell into the ice water.

Desperate, and it's cold.

Me too!

With a loud shout, I drew my sword out of its sheath and decided to meet the most tragic death in the most handsome posture.

The cat monsters ignored the corpse of their comrades who had been ripped apart. Instead, they stared at me with interest, as if they were observing the most interesting things in the world.

But that gaze really made my scalp tight, and my back was chilling, and that gaze... is the kind that has absolutely no emotion.

Soon, a cat demon moved. It licked its furry paws and danced in the void twice, a bit like a lucky cat, but after that, it heard a sharp cry of meow. Thunder rushed towards me at a speed that couldn't cover his ears.

The speed is as fast as a bullet!

I was only Level 3 at the time. Although I could see the bullet's trajectory clearly, it didn't mean I could avoid it if I wanted to.

The cat demon didn't show any surprises to my reaction, but he was afraid of the sharp blade. Obviously, it knew what it was and knew it could cause harm to itself.

The cat demon who was in the air suddenly turned around, changed the direction of attack, and avoided the blade with its strange posture, and caused trauma to my body at a lightning speed.

Although the wound was not big, it was unexpectedly deep. A few seconds later, the blood gurgled out, and the pain came along with it.

However, the severe physical pain will not affect my overall strength. On the contrary, it will increase my combat effectiveness to a certain extent. This is like the anger value in the game. The more injuries, the higher the anger value and the attack power. Naturally, the higher.

I wiped the wound and licked the blood. Not only did I not fear at all, but I started to get excited.

The excitement ignited a raging will to fight, and I attacked the cat monster in a more frenzied state than before.

The knife light continued, and the claw shadow flickered.

After the battle, the cat monsters all died in battle, and I was wounded all over, even if I was called the body without complete skin.

A pool of blood dripped out, and I was lying on the ground looking at the sky quietly, waiting for death to come.

But I know that I will not die, because afterwards some rangers will find me and rescue me back to the adventurer base for treatment. Most of the wounds on my body will be completely healed, but the chest and abdomen will be However, the injury is too heavy and can only be repaired, but recovery cannot be guaranteed. In other words, my body will be covered with scars, criss-crossing, like a series of hideous centipedes.

It’s not that the pastor can’t heal serious injuries. If it’s a pastor who reaches the level of Father Taylor, let alone a serious injury, even if he just died, he may be rescued, but the best pastor in that small town is only at level 6, and he has talent It has nothing to do with healing. The most important thing is that he is still very knowledgeable and does not specialize in healing.

The half-hearted healing technique naturally cannot heal serious injuries. I should be grateful for saving me from a near-death state.

Closer to home.

Waiting for death to come, the scenery in front of me suddenly became blurred, and then became clear again.

"Are you back again?" I muttered to myself.

The severe pain still ran all over my body, but I was used to it. I slowly lowered my head, glanced at it, and found that many scars on my chest and abdomen were cracked again, and the blood flowed out like money.

With a low laugh, I took a deep breath, habitually stained the steaming blood with my finger, and sent it into the mouth.

Well, it still tastes the same.

After a few minutes, the wound gradually healed, and the hideous scars that crossed vertically and horizontally disappeared with the healed wound. Instead, a piece of good skin, smooth and smooth, as fine as grease.

"Really, I still want to leave some scars as a souvenir."

I whispered complainingly, and I looked at the white-skinned man again: "Your combat skills are really good. It reminds me time and again of the sad and painful past, and it has strengthened my strength time and time again. Belief, you are simply my **** teammate...Oh, sorry, forgot, you are my enemy, then you are simply your companion’s pig teammate."

"Pig teammate" is not a good word. Moreover, I was originally an enemy, but I was dying. Not only did I not get crushed by the memory, but the scars all over my body were restored, and my fighting spirit was even more ignited. This is simply counterproductive!

The white-skinned man was really furious at this time. He glared at me, and at the same time his aura climbed steadily. From the initial fading power, he quickly rose to a stronger and more incomprehensible level.

That level of power, I have only felt from a few people-Father Taylor, the Fairy Queen, Saran, Socia, Alice, Simmons Rock, and Achilles, who is slightly worse than them.

This may be the legendary awakening powerhouse.

When the aura reached its peak again, the white-skinned man was really like a **** descending into the world, and his whole body exuded an extraordinary aura.

His pair of pink pupils are also closer to pure white at this moment, and his face has become a little fuzzy. I know that this is the flow of magic power when the magic value reaches a critical point.

This kind of state Father Taylor has also shown, but the magic flow of the father is obviously more vigorous than his.

"Feel the magic sound..."

"Feel the magic sound..."

"Feel..."

Echoes kept reverberating in his ears, and the white-skinned man like a **** slowly put the flute to his lips and played heavy and sad notes.

Together with the notes, I was hit instantly.

Can't see, hear, smell, no sound, no touch...All five senses are lost.

Is this... his strongest trick?

It was terrible and terrible. Anyone, even an apostle, would be devastated by this illusory feeling when faced with all five senses, and fell into fear and despair.

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