Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar Chapter 155 - 105: Giving You My Heart, Masochist Demon God

Lu Wenwu: "..."

So, the Demon God is actually the Calamity Demon God?

But this Demon God is sowhat of a masochist.

I killed your blessed follower, and you directly gave a 20-point increase in favorability, right?

Alright, alright, you do understand favorability.

Everything described here seems slow, but in reality, Lu Wenwu’s thoughts are as fast as lightning.

These thoughts concluded in just a montary stupor.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the large number of zombies surrounding him again, then looked at the two Apostles in the distance, uncertain and suspicious, licking his lips expectantly.

"Now, there’s just the two of you left."

The Demon God’s figure slowly stepped forward, the crimson abyss stained with copious amounts of blood heavily stomping on the Plague Apostle’s petrified body, each step creating a huge pit.

"If you can’t satisfy , you two... will die!"

"Boom!"

Burst Step activated, one step directly rupturing the air, producing a clearly visible sound barrier cloud!

The terrifying figure rushed towards the Magic Apostle like a teor.

What the hell kind of monster is this!

The Magic Apostle was drenched in cold sweat.

A pair of red electronic eyes constantly locked onto Lu Wenwu’s flying trajectory, the chanical staff in his hand emitting a dazzling purple light.

One after another, dazzling Curse Arrays rapidly layered before him, quickly nesting into a massive and formidable Defense Array to fend off the incoming enemy.

However, this is completely futile.

Utterly in vain!

The Demon God Battle Lance and Overlord Fist combined, Lu Wenwu’s overwhelming punch blew up the thick Curse Array!

Break the Magic with Power!

No flashy tricks can obstruct it!

If one punch can’t solve it, then another punch!

Previously inspired by the Overlord lifting the cauldron, Lu Wenwu gained so new insights into the Overlord Fist.

He vaguely touched the edge of "Intent"!

If the Overlord Fist could consolidate "Fist Intent", and break through to the Peak of Perfection realm, it would bring him an extraordinary enhancent in combat power!

Puppet, stop staring! Help , damn it! Help now!

The Magic Apostle shouted nervously, his hands nonstop, as the spell model adorned with starlight transford into a teor, dragging his slender modified body backward rapidly.

Countless control spells were swiftly cast like Continuous Arrows, constantly bombarding Lu Wenwu in an attempt to slow his flying speed.

But the Demon Dragon Wings and that terrifying body are completely unreasonable.

The distance between the two was shortened to less than ten ters in just a few seconds and continued to shrink!

Seeing everything before him, the Puppet Apostle felt a deep sense of powerlessness fill his heart.

Maybe he could escape by using his own abilities, and Lu Wenwu would never be able to find him.

But correspondingly, with such terrifying power, he might never be able to defeat him either.

Moreover, more than a tenth of his puppets were killed, their souls returned to the Divine Country of the Life and Death Demon God, his power had already decreased significantly.

After this battle, the over ten million puppets in this city would definitely dissipate, and his power would be weakened further.

Really...

Except for that annoying woman who believes in Light everyday, and that shut-in nerd who never leaves the house, probably no one is a match for this Demon in front of him.

Luckily, there’s Magic and Calamity, those two foolish sses, paving the way for him.

Otherwise...

"Puppet, what the hell are you doing! Dammit! Co help ! Your trump card, where is it! I know you can use it!"

The Magic Apostle’s panicked voice reached the Puppet Apostle’s ears.

He raised his head, looking deeply at the panicked little dwarf once more, a hint of an eerie smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile imdiately unsettled the Magic Apostle.

Even though the other said nothing, he could read so content from the other’s playful eyes.

Collapse, sell, withdraw, slip!

"No! You can’t do this!" The Magic Apostle yelled in despair, "If you run now, can he spare you? He is a Demon! A thorough madman! He will kill everyone!"

"Whatever, as long as it’s not who dies. You can just enjoy playing with this monster, little ghost."

The Puppet Apostle gigglingly flipped him off, ordering all zombies to collectively retreat, no longer engaging in any battle with Lu Wenwu.

As for himself, he was leisurely carried away from this battlefield by several zombies using a crude device resembling a litter, heading off into the distance.

The Puppet Apostle now here is rely an avatar split from his original soul.

Even if this avatar dies, he would only suffer a small loss to his soul.

Completely acceptable.

Thus, weighing pros and cons, the Puppet Apostle decisively withdrew, no longer inclined to engage in combat with Lu Wenwu.

"Looks like your partner has abandoned you."

Lu Wenwu laughed wildly, swinging an Iron Fist that exploded a spell approaching him in mid-air.

Black curses scattered like a brilliant and splendid mandrake flower blooming mid-air.

"Scumbag!"

The Magic Apostle, grieved and angry, retreated under Lu Wenwu’s terrifying pressure, barely able to maintain the situation with shaky efforts.

When Lu Wenwu attacked once more, a strange power suddenly erupted in the Magic Apostle’s chest.

Fierce torrent like a jackhamr, it forcefully repelled Lu Wenwu’s fists.