454: 157.
What I an is, as a player, isn’t it reasonable that I encounter a BUG?
_3 454: 157.
What I an is, as a player, isn’t it reasonable that I encounter a BUG?
_3 In its perception, the little rat had no way to escape, and Stick Brother had also completed the enemy lure.
He discarded the now useless gun in his hands, picked up an old gas lamp from the ground, and turned on the switch to let the fla rise in the fragile lampshade.
He was gasping for breath.
He stared at the ghoul chieftain, which was approaching him.
“Closer!
Co closer!”
His eyes widened in the instant that the ghoul leapt up from five steps away.
He quickly rolled over, swapping positions, then without hesitation smashed the gas lamp he held onto the ground.
“Boom”
The alchemical fire oil carefully concocted by Mother Cui Si ignited upon contact with the open fla.
In an instant, a raging fire had set the entire corridor alight.
The vicious flas licked and burned along the oil scattered by his brothers, turning the place into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.
The elite ghoul, surrounded by flas, plunged into extre fury and fear.
The creature moulded from death detested the light, and the flas could dispel the Death Psychic Power in its body, returning it to the throes of death.
This, of course, was unacceptable to it.
In the burning flas, Stick Brother who was wearing Fireproof Armor endured the scorching heat that faced him, reached out his hand to pull down the helt and removed the sword shield from his back to take a defensive stance.
He stood firm in the middle of the fire, guarding the only exit of this dead-end road, the elite corpse-eating ghost howling in the torturing flas had also realized a cruel reality.
Before taking down Stick Brother, it would not be able to escape from this hell woven in flas!
It stepped into the battle cage prepared for it by the weaker living beings.
Having experienced death once, it found itself once again in a desperate situation where it had to fight or die again.
“Ha!”
Stick Brother stared at the giant ghoul in front of him, cowering in the flas.
He shouted triumphantly,
“You’re scared, I can feel it…
I’ve already won, you bastard!”
Off in the distance, the Tiger Leopard Riders brothers hiding in the shadows were continuously praising him.
Stick Brother’s move, “Terrain Kill”, had clearly been proven effective.
This ant that they too could use the sa thod to complete the elite challenge of the Black Iron Trial…
What’s that?
You say that the Black Iron Trial has a more secure way to slowly unlock potentials by attacking regular Black Iron creatures?
You’re talking nonsense!
There’s a more powerful and badass way, why would I chose the approach of the feeble that has no sparkle to it?
Also, open your eyes wide and take a hard look at Stick Brother who is fighting with a ghoul in the midst of raging flas…
This is so damn cool!
This is the way any ambitious gars and tough guys would choose!
—
“Hm?”
Murphy, who had just returned to the Blood Eagle Corridor, had just discussed the mysterious “Midnight Divine Spirit” with Cui Si.
Cui Si also recognized it was a threat, but because it was related to subspace, caution was needed.
She said she would investigate and asked Murphy to stay out of it.
Obviously, she was afraid that Murphy would get involved in sothing more dangerous.
The Vampire Lord sensed Cui Si’s concern.
He left the grand duke’s office with an unusual mood, looked down, and saw the notification from the Core Bead.
“The second one to pass the trial is that cunning fellow Stick Brother?”
Murphy exclaid with surprise,
“I thought he, with his commander-style, would choose a more secure way.
It seems that Little Wei Ming’s victory has put considerable psychological pressure on the n.
Sheesh, it’s scary when n’s pitiful pride kicks in.
However, since he has indeed passed the elite challenge, he should have the corresponding rewards.
Let think about how to arrange a reasonable class transfer for him…
Speaking of it, he plans to beco a vampire, right?
Hmm, the heavy shield defender in the Tomb Sword Guard suits him.”
Thinking this, Count Cardman pushed open the door to his office.
Viscount Vista, who was sitting inside, imdiately stood up, his face full of worry for his master.
“Listen!”
Murphy waved his hand, not giving the faithful servant of the Thorn Clan a chance to speak.
He said,
” Your master is a count of status, and so am I.
So, I will treat him as he deserves.
But you must depart imdiately, take the news of Count Andrei’s capture back to your clan.
Then find soone to rescue him, and for this, I only have one condition…
The higher the rank of the person who cos, the better!
I will give you three days!
You faithful one, I believe you wouldn’t want to see your noble master fall into an undignified situation due to your slow actions, would you?
So, I won’t keep you for a late-night snack.
You should go now.”
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