Abyss Demon of All Realms

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"But the one who did it, since other guys are prohibited from carrying out large-scale destruction, at least there is no need to worry about [Blue Star] being blasted away in an instant..."

thought here.

The corner of his mouth is also slightly bitter, secretly thinking how many days he can hang on...

Generally speaking, although the mood is extremely depressed, it is far from completely hopeless.

After dying N times one after another in [Metaphysics Prehistoric].

He has experienced all kinds of difficulties.

More or less, in some respects, it is a bit bearish...

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hours later.

Just when he was thinking about how he should struggle to survive, whether he should dig a spacious hole, hide in the depths of the ground, and act as an underground man there.

Sudden.

His early warning instinct derived from his blood gave him a particularly sharp reminder.

In the depths of his brain, as if being stabbed viciously by a steel needle, a short but clear strange pain flashed through.

no doubt.

It was a strong thrill.

It was enough to make all kinds of tough guys curl up on the ground in pain.

however.

As a guy who was tortured by the game mechanics of the garbage game [Metaphysics Primordial].

Amidst the severe pain, the man's expression was fixed, and even though he flew forward at the fastest speed, he didn't hesitate at all because of the severe pain.

next moment.

The slender black shadow came from afar like lightning, straightly piercing through the place where the man was before.

A dark pit with a diameter about the thickness of a chopstick and an inestimable depth was left on the ground.

It proved the fact that he evaded in a timely manner.

"Sure enough... I smelled it right, you do have a strange smell..."

"It seems that you are the last batch of [players], one of those guys who have been to the [Prime World]..."

In a burst of sharp voices.

A black human-faced mouse, as big as an adult North American gray wolf, moved its six limbs and slowly emerged from a certain grass.

"Before this, I just ate more than a dozen of your kind. Although the power has indeed increased a little due to the status of [player], but because that power is too scarce, I really don't know what to do. I don't feel anything..."

"I hope that you, who used to be a [player], can give me something different..."

Chapter 1192: Death

Looking at the black human-faced mouse not far away, the man didn't pay much attention to its opening lines.

It doesn't matter whether the other party has already eaten someone, or the other party wants to eat him, it's the same.

Because, all of this was originally predictable.

The only function of those words was to make him sigh casually:

"It's really bad luck. I tried my best to hide my aura, but I was caught so quickly. It seems that my strength is too weak after all..."

The voice did not fall.

On the back of the human-faced mouse, after a flash of black spiritual light, some hairs that were originally invisible stood up straight.

It becomes like some densely packed steel needles.

And that was the thing that attacked the man before.

in this regard.

It can only be said that the various monsters in [The Desolate World] are actually a bit similar.

They have few resources.

My favorite method of refining weapons is to refine certain things on my body into unique magic weapons...

the next moment.

On the back of the human-faced mouse, the black bristles that had been tempered by mana immediately shot out overwhelmingly!

The rapidity of speed.

Far more frightening than the so-called firearms!

The man has no doubt that even hard rock and steel are like soft cotton in front of those bristles that look like steel needles, and they will be penetrated without hindrance.

But for the target being attacked, the man's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't panic at all.

Following his well-trained instinct, he began to quickly shuttle through the dense rain of attacks.

In the lasing of thousands of black needles.

Every time, they escaped the opponent's attack at the smallest cost.

Even if the grade is not high.

But as a guy who has experienced hundreds of battles in the [Prehistoric World], he has died countless times and suffered countless beatings.

his combat experience.

After all, it is something real.

To some extent.

Even the so-called sense of crisis and moments of life and death.

In fact, he is more or less accustomed to it...

He even found a few flaws in the stormy offensive, and quickly moved towards the position of the [Human-faced Mouse], intending to launch a close-up attack.

Seeing this situation, although the human-faced mouse's eyes were full of fierce light, it was equally calm.

He just patiently continued to manipulate himself to launch bristles one by one, directly attacking the opponent.

It made the area not far away seem like a bombing zone.

Numerous smooth potholes were pierced through.

Moreover, in such an offensive, even some snakes and rats hidden in the depths of the ground were beaten to a pulp in the blink of an eye...

It also shoots some of the bristles sideways on purpose.

In the dusty scene, bury them secretly in a specific geographical location.

I plan to take advantage of the time when the other party is not paying attention.

Use those bristles as the foundation to create a formation, thereby restraining the opponent's movement, and delivering a truly fatal blow!

Both sides of the battle.

at this moment.

They all have a clearer mind...

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3 minute later.

In the scene of the dust and sawdust flying freely in the sky.

Areas within a radius of several hundred meters.

After a moment of silence, there was a sharp roar.

Afterwards, millions of long black needle-like bristles began to shoot in all directions, just like a violent black rainstorm...

In less than a second, thousands of plants were broken into slag, and a large piece of land was covered with honeycomb-shaped potholes.

It is enough for the patients with intensive phobia to feel uneasy after seeing it.

And in the center of the battlefield.

Half of the human-faced mouse's head was already covered with various large and small wounds.

More than one eye was shattered, turning into a bloody hole where blood was constantly flowing.

Half of the sunken frontal bone was directly inserted into its own brain...

With such injuries.

Even the vitality of the monster is amazing.

It is also very direct, feeling that his consciousness is rapidly becoming blurred and falling into a dying situation.

Even so, relying on the fierceness and cruelty that was born.

It still stared at the remaining eye and stared viciously. The man in front of him, whose body was pierced by dozens of black bristles and who looked as riddled with holes as a puppet that was about to be broken, sent out his last words A word.

"immediately……"

"After I am resurrected, I will come to you..."

Although the voice is extremely weak.

But the ferocity in it has not diminished in the slightest.

Moreover, there is also a sense of pride that seems to be the ultimate winner.

The breath on it quickly dissipated, and the malice in its eyes gradually became lifeless...

The man didn't say anything.

He just wanted to sigh slightly with a helpless expression on his face.

But, just opened his mouth.

Blood, together with fragments of some organs, spilled out of his mouth.

So, he can only keep his mouth shut.

Collapsing to the ground.

Looking feebly at the sky above his head, he fell into peaceful thinking.

So far, it's only 3 minutes.

The man and the human-faced mouse had already decided the final victory.

This round of fighting.

The human-faced mouse has won the final victory!

After all, it is the [player] now, with a fault tolerance rate that is unmatched by men, and death is just a return to the city for it...

Because of this.

In the last attack just now, although it clearly had a chance to dodge part of the attack, it still chose to take all the attacks hard, in exchange for the opportunity to make the man also seriously injured and dying.

Let the battle that still needs to be fought for a while, quickly usher in the end in advance.

After dozens of seconds.

A man whose consciousness has been completely blurred.

In my mind, I was recalling my life like a horse watching flowers.

Facing this circumstances.

The emotions that accompanied it in his heart were nostalgia and emotion.

Back then, when he was still a [player] who had just entered the arena.

Every time before death is approaching, he has a similar feeling to this moment.

It was as if he was really going to die.

He was very flustered and terrified.