About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

The time he can buy is really limited.

Just like snatching a toy from a child's hand, Mass casually grabbed the shield guard's shield and took the shield away from his hand with a slight tug.

Then he threw it towards the shooter as if he were throwing a Frisbee to a dog.

The shields and arrows collided in the air, and the energy contained in the arrows exploded, raising a thick cloud of smoke.

The archer subconsciously thought that the violent explosion should have stopped the shield, and immediately drew out his arrow and prepared for a second shot.

However, just as his hand touched the quiver, the high-speed rotating shield flew out of the smoke. Before he could react, the shield had already hit his abdomen.

Under the huge kinetic energy, the corners of the shield rotated like a heavy battle axe. In an instant, his intestines were pierced, and even his spine was shattered.

After that, even his whole body was sucked into the spiral of the shield, and flew far away with the shield, leaving behind broken bones and rotten flesh along the way.

31. After a whole show of pretense, this is the result?

With just one click, the scene is audibly frozen in time.

The black-armored general standing on the sand dune raised his head slightly, and the hand holding the heavy sword unconsciously tightened a bit.

However, he still didn't take action.

The shield guard who suddenly lost his shield seemed to have a brain failure, and stared at Mass in a daze for two seconds.

Miss looked at him, tilted her head slightly, and showed a gentle smile.

At that moment, the shield guard seemed to have finally come to his senses, or as if he had found some flaw, his muscles tightened, and he hammered Mass on the head with all his strength.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of metal bursting, the hammer hit the side of Mass's face without any hindrance and exploded into pieces of metal.

The huge backlash immediately made the shield guard's arms numb and his body unbalanced, but it failed to leave even a scratch on Mass's face.

"The forehand is weak and the backhand is weak. Since the weapons are gone, you should leave," Mass said, and the end of the staff lightly hooked the shield guard's heel, knocking him to the ground.

The shield guard was about to roll up, but saw the end of the staff already in front of his face.

"Pfft".

The hard skull was as fragile as tofu at this moment, and the sharp tail of the staff penetrated the shield guard's brain without any hindrance, instantly taking away his life.

Then, naturally, the tail of the staff was pulled out.

Looking at the movements of the Mass, it looked like he was just walking normally and accidentally poked the shield guard in the head with his staff.

"Who should come next?" Mass stood in front of everyone, raising his chin slightly, "Hurry up, after all, you still have a mage who is singing. If no one comes to stop me, out of respect, I will just I can go and twist his head off."

After the words fell, the black-armored general's hand holding the sword tightened a little more.

But he still didn't take action.

Miss glanced at him, smiled, and walked towards the chanting mage step by step.

At this time, the other two finally couldn't stand it anymore.

As soon as the ghost master's bone staff was raised, the black mud spread, and the deformed beast roared out of the mire and rushed towards the mass.

When Mass saw this, he frowned slightly and used his staff to scatter the filthy beast. He flashed and appeared behind the underworld master in the blink of an eye.

The underworld master turned around in shock. Before he could react, the bone staff in his hand was snatched away by Mass, and then the staff was slapped on his face with his backhand. His whole body was whipped away, and he turned 720 degrees in the air. The curved body fell to the sandy ground in the distance with a chirp.

Judging from the dented half of his face, he was probably dead.

Mass looked at the crystal staff in his hand, shook the black mud on it in disgust, and said dissatisfied: "Tsk, how come this disgusting underworld master is not dead yet? You are the only people in the world who fight. Sometimes I like to throw shit at people..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the black mud where the underworld master was standing.

The scout somehow merged into the black mud!

The two knives in his hands were also replaced by spikes, which pierced Mass's eyes.

Seeing this, Mass waved the bone staff in his hand and met his attack directly from the front.

The next moment, the sharp spikes directly penetrated the fragile bone staff, but the powerful reaction force directly shattered the scout's entire hand bones, leaving him helplessly looking at the spiked bones. The staff struck him in the face.

"Bang"!

The bone staff exploded, and the spikes inserted into the bone staff pierced the scout's own brain.

Staring into those still dull and fanatical eyes, he knelt on the ground and fell into a pool of blood with a thud.

"I have to admit, you really surprised me," Mass said indifferently, "This is the first time I have seen someone willing to hide in the septic tank of the Hell Master."

Throwing away the half-broken bone staff in his hand, Mass turned his head and looked at the mage who was still chanting.

Well, looking at the progress, I'm afraid it will still be a few minutes before the chanting ends.

Mass looked at the black-armored general in the distance again.

However, the black-armored general still made no move, and just ignored everything in front of him.

"You haven't taken action yet? What's going on with this guy?" Miss was a little confused.

If before, he wanted to watch the cannon fodder's battle to collect intelligence for himself, but now there is only a fragile mage left, who is obviously unable to complete his chant. This guy doesn't even take action, so what is he trying to do?

After thinking about it, Mass walked to the mage who kept chanting and looked at this guy carefully.

I saw the mage holding the wand, with the same dullness and fanaticism in his eyes as the others, chanting incantations to himself, without any reaction that an ordinary mage should have when being approached by an enemy.

Mass looked at the black-armored general aside, thought for a moment, and raised his right hand high.

The black-armored general looked at the mass and seemed to finally make some moves, but he only slightly raised the heavy sword in his hand, and soon, he inserted it back into the ground.

Mass frowned and waved his right hand.

Impartially, it hit the mage right in the face.

The mage's unlucky head had never experienced such injustice. It turned around his neck several times and then fell to the ground with a thud.

As the mage fell to the ground, Mass once again turned his attention to the black-armored general not far away and raised his chin at him.

Now that even the last person is dead, Mass wants to see what kind of reaction this guy will give now.

The black-armored general looked at the mass indifferently, remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly raised his heavy sword.

Then, he raised the heavy sword behind him, slowly squatted down, and turned half of his body.

Looking at his posture, the Mass felt a little wrong for some reason.

And in the next second, it turned out that the feeling of the Mass was indeed right.

The black-armored general clasped his heavy sword on his back, kicked off the ground with his legs, and rushed out in the opposite direction of the mass like a cannonball.

Yes, the other way around.

This forced me to run away!

Now Mass knows why he didn't move before!

This guy might not be thinking about when to run away halfway through!

Looking at his retreating back, the corner of Mass's mouth twitched a little, it felt like the strawberry that was deliberately left at the end of a strawberry cake suddenly ran away.

But soon, he laughed again.

If you run away, just run away.

Rather, it was a good run.

His target was not these soldiers and generals, but the person standing behind them.

The so-called tyrant is the main course.

As for a piece of pre-meal fruit, it’s not that important.

"Run, run, and tell your master what you saw," Mass murmured, "I'll wait for him to come..."

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In the sand not far away, Liu Ji and the other three people were poking out three heads like three gophers.

"Hiss... have you all seen it?" Ayin murmured.

"Well," Ao Sa swallowed, "So strong, and he was a general, and he was scared away like that..."

"Yes, he is insanely strong," Yayin nodded, "and he held a staff, but he didn't even use a single spell during the whole process."

Liu Ji looked confused. He didn't understand anything. He just felt that the guy in black armor looked embarrassed when he pretended to be cool and then ran away.

"So what should we do now?" Aosa asked in a low voice, "Do you think he is an enemy or a friend?"

"How do I know," Yayin replied, "I didn't even think that there were other people in this place, let alone that there were not only people here, but also a city."

"There's nothing surprising about that, everyone who comes here says it, in fact this is the third time I've heard it in recent times."

The sudden sound made the three of them tremble in fright. When they turned around, they found that Mass was standing behind them at some point.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I can't eat people," Mass smiled and extended his hand to the three of them, "It's hard to travel in this desert. How about you, do you want to go to the city and sit down? I'll treat you to shaved ice. .”

32. Why am I laid off when I’m not even employed yet?

In the desert, generals in black armor were fleeing in panic.

Unlike those cannon fodder, as a general, he has richer thinking ability and more comprehensive judgment ability.

In other words, those guys would die needlessly, but he wouldn't.

At the beginning, he really planned to let those cannon fodder fight to collect intelligence for himself to improve his chances of winning in the battle.

but……

He couldn't lift his sword.

Facing that strange man with gray skin, he simply couldn't muster the courage to fight against him.

The bottomless strength and the leisurely killing made him feel as if he was facing his own king.

"Go back, go back, information..." He murmured a language he hadn't used in an unknown amount of time, and fled as fast as he could to the singularity of where he came from.

There should be some energy left in that singularity, which should be enough for him to return to the royal city.

As long as he returns to the royal city, he...

Sudden.

The black-armored general stopped in his tracks.

He suddenly realized that if he returned to the royal city, he would definitely die.

The king will never forgive any deserter.

Even if he is a so-called general, to the king with endless life, he is still just a chess piece that can be consumed at will.

Even if all the chess pieces are used up, the king only needs to wait for decades, hundreds, or even hundreds of years to reproduce a bunch of new chess pieces.

The king never cares about waste.

The king will always be the king.

The black-armored general suddenly realized that he seemed to be destined to die.

To flee is to die, not to flee is also to die.

But he didn't want to die.

He wants to live.

Yes, he wants to live, of course!

why?

"Because he is a general, his life should be used in more valuable ways and not wasted in vain!"

Is that true?

That's probably true...

He shouldn't waste his life in vain, he shouldn't crush his head because of emotional stress, and he shouldn't jump off the abyss out of boredom.

Because he needs to give his life for the king, he has to live.