MTL - The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich-Chapter 762 Adhere to

"Hellois, what do you think is the most important thing for the assassination to succeed?"

Because it was too boring, in the long wait, I took the initiative to find Helois chat.

"Assassination? I have never been an assassin.... But I used to accept anti-Assassin training, mainly to be careful of strangers, not to go to dangerous, remote, and no exit. If I want to say, the most important thing is to assassinate. Probably it is going to be in a critical position at a critical moment, and the other party is not prepared."

"Yes, the most important thing for the assassin is patience, patience..."

Here, it is not the palace of Supnos, but the land of the Haze bug that I am familiar with. If you are preparing to assassinate the work here, it will not attract other people's attention.

I am not a professional assassin... No, I can't even qualify. Considering my lame stealth technique and camouflage ability, I can deceive the ordinary undead, and deceive the undead emperor with a soul perspective and the devil who started professional fraud. Jun, don't even think about it, so I took a stupid way.

"Hey, keep on, I don't believe he won't go out."

Instead of entering the hinterland of the Devil's Camp, and approaching the target under the layers of inspection, I might as well wait for him to come out.

The hard battle with the hypocrisy probably leaked a lot of my ability, but my bug world has always been top secret. I entered the bug world at the main entrance of the palace of Supnos, then, when I came out, Naturally, it will also be in this position.

It should have been guessed, yes, I am going to use the power of this bug world this time, and when the tyrannical master goes out, then suddenly appears, and he cuts him a knife, the only problem...

"Patience, patience... Patience! It's been a day and a half! The guy is still out there and doesn't roll out! I am patient with a big ghost!"

Finally, my patience is almost collapsed, and it's no wonder I can't stand it. I have been waiting here for thirty-seven hours, and in order to succeed in the assassination, I maintain a posture close to eight hours.

"Soon, there are a group of living prisoners who have been sent to serve as rations. Salweenstein seems that he still does not intend to go out today."

I put down the magic sword with sweat and sweat, and countless glory re-scattered, and everything returned to calm.

"It is said that in the far east, there are a group of miraculous people who can sneak in the toilet pit for several days and sit in the toilet waiting for the assassination. What a professionalism..."

"Don't worry, I have been to the East. There are people who are so disgusting. It is not watching others on their heads... evil, it is disgusting."

"Don't say, although this is a hearsay, but I really don't talk nonsense, such a case is really true. So they are called benevolent people (big mistakes).... No, endure (continue big mistakes), um, this time should be wrong. Endure, really can bear"

It seems that the memory is a bit unclear. In short, it is a very tolerable person. It is probably the meaning of this. It’s a long time, and it’s inevitable.

"So. This time we have to carry forward ‘bearing the spirit ‘, squatting in the end, the enemy will not come, I will not leave! Someone is on the head... Then I am still gone. It’s not a human being.

"Don't say it, it's disgusting, you are absolutely wrong, how can there be such a career."

I shook my head helplessly. In this year, no one believed in the truth. I may have misunderstood some details, but in general there should be no mistakes. It seems to be a historical fact.

With the release of the temporary rest order, the distant pillar of light stopped sending me the light, and everything returned to calm.

I glanced at the dawn sword that was losing my glory in my hand. I nodded with satisfaction. Because the material is really good, the ability of all aspects of the Holy Sword is far more than expected.

"Your sword, can it really be effective?"

"Of course, as long as I cut it, there is still power to end."

Although I was very confident in my mouth, I still have some bottoms in my heart. At this time, I really regretted the fight with the hypocrisy.

If it wasn't for the battle that showed the threat to the Abyss Lord God, let the opponents have defense against me, I can play a lot of tricks now, instead of standing so stupidly, waiting for the other party to come out.

The Dawn Sword has two attack modes. The second mode is the “Dawn Sun” mode that was previously demonstrated on the battlefield. In that mode, it will emit light to weaken and purify the opponent.

The second type is the concentrated mode of light. It will madly gather the Holy Light and turn it into an invincible light blade. As for the upper limit of the attacking ability, it depends on the bearing limit of me and this sword. I don't know.

"At the time, Sophocle took a knife and saved less than half of the limit. Although it only hurt the epidermis, it did hurt the abyss. This time, the upper limit of the accumulator is eight hours, and the lethality is at least turned up. Several times."

This is both a calculation and a self-confidence for myself. After all, the theoretically superior weapon has not passed the actual test, and it is always unreliable.

Because the material of the holy sword is too good... the ancient jewel of the sun god, the spear of the origin of the Lord of Light, and the guardian warrior of the paladin, equals three of the world’s top artifacts, three in one, though Can not achieve the power of three times the artifact, but definitely not the material artifact is poor.

The limit of it has not been touched yet. On the contrary, the limit of eight hours is my personal limit. At that point, the light that I can control has reached the limit, and it will last for ten minutes. Stopping the effort, I am afraid I will not be able to bear it.

"Don't complain, at least you don't have to save your own light, otherwise it will not be enough to drain you."

What Heroes said is that if it weren't for this bug world, it would not only allow me to accumulate the Holy Light through the Tower of Light in the Hades, but also let me refill the Holy Light for hours, just to throw out the sword.

"....... Indeed, don't say eight hours on the battlefield, it won't give you three minutes."

Instilling the Holy Light into the Holy Light is not a simple calculation of time, but the closer it is to the limit, the more light and time it spends, just when it is half an hour, the dark world of the Hades becomes It became a paradise heaven, and after three hours, the lightsaber did not say that Herois instinctively withdrew, even I looked scalp numb.

On the premise of unlimited energy, what is needed is probably the time of savings.

in a sense. This is also a curse that requires the source of the Light to continue to power as the Master Tower, and then let me charge for hours to turn all the energy into a critical strike.

"Hey. This is a play-off, play bombing, we... well, let go of the innocent eggplant, I won’t say it. Recently you made these things, is it..."

I saw the dead cat eager to hold the eggplant, I still wisely closed my mouth.

"Okay, the rest is over, come back."

I feel the advantage of breaking through the semi-god more and more, at least now, just take a little rest, drink some bite of bread, my physical strength can be quickly restored....... This seems a bit familiar, those online game characters also seem to drink water Eat bread and return blood. This is all strange physique and settings.

"Cough, concentrate."

I held the Dawn Sword and began to summon the Light again, and the Tower of Light in the distance began to shine, and the endless Holy Light was on me, beginning to power me and the Holy Sword.

This kind of trick can only be played once, and it will definitely not play next time, so this time, I really intend to seize the opportunity and take away the actual results.

"Hey. Continue to swear, carry forward the spirit, and reach the end of the world, I don't believe he will not come out to the toilet... No. I don't believe he will not go out!" -

For Supnos, perhaps coming to the main plane itself is a mistake.

He felt that he was a large coffee table with a tragedy (cup).

Ambitiously came to this plane, thinking that the world of the dead can finally be built, and nothing has been done yet. It has been hit several times in a row.

My teammates first had all kinds of soy sauce and laziness. They could only die alone. They worked hard to get out of the coffin and won the war. As a result, they found that their allies were running out, and the one they trusted the most. After taking most of the spoils, they worked hard and labored. In the end, not only did they have an empty space, but they also filled hatred with human beings. Now they are waiting to be crusade.

If you stand at the point of view of Supnos, it is really **** and tears.

"It is obvious that everyone is an ally. It is clear that we have made an appointment to lay down the country of the undead. It is a pleasure to slaughter human beings. It is also a pleasure to share happiness with the undead allies. Why, why, .... Why are you so betrayed so skillful! You How many times have you betrayed?"

The above is Roland's brain supplement for his own words, and has nothing to do with him.... What a white scientist or something should be dragged out to kill first.

At this point, if there is no resentment, I am afraid it is a saint.

Is the Undead Emperor Sputus a saint? Obviously impossible, he is not only full of grievances, but also is not easy to find a place to swear, and it is already exploding.

But as a tyrant, Salweenstein would not worry about what he thought.

Sputus asked the devil to fulfill the contract and immediately attacked the human coalition. As a result, he was told that their contract had forgotten to write the date of fulfillment, so it was certain to fight humanity, but it was necessary to see the mood of the devils. .

The talented people have a say, and the cultivation of Punnos is not entangled. It is just a look of depression and turning away. Seeing it, his anger has accumulated to the limit. ,

In a sense, Sputus is really an old antique of the last century. Even the devil can easily deceive him. If he meets Roland... Of course, there are special reasons for this. I have never encountered the existence of dare to play in front of him. The devil master does not need to give the face of the undead emperor. How to play it, he is not afraid of turning his face.

Now, Salweenstein has no intention of fulfilling the contract. He is patient and does nothing.

Everyone knows that as long as the door of the lower plane is opened, every day, his army will become stronger, and the forces of the undead will naturally become weaker and weaker, and naturally lose their dominance.

Instead, he felt a little regretful, and Supnos sent it so well that his own contract traps and pattern supplements were not used.

But after seeing it, the patience of Supnos has reached the limit. Then, go out with the city to patrol the army tomorrow. It is time for the undead bones to see the greatness of the devil's Lord.

Salwstein thought so and finally made a decision.

The next morning, when he and Suspinos completed the consultations and just approached the gate of the palace, suddenly, a mortal appeared in front of him.

"So familiar..."

In an instant, Salvinstein’s face changed greatly. This face is of course familiar. Both brothers are this face, but no matter who they are, they are the deadly enemies of the devils.

"Hey. I met for the first time and I ate a sword."

Then, Salweenstein looked at the blond paladin and said hello to himself, asked a good one, then...

"Sword? What sword?"

At this time, he noticed that the paladin held the sword, and above the hilt, it was not a holy light, but a vague darkness.

There is no blade on the hilt, only the night of the stardust.

Light, to the extreme, actually turned into a black hole in general.

And Salweenstein, Salweenstein, didn't have time to sigh his discovery. He didn't notice that at the moment of seeing his opponent, Sputus had hid behind him. In a sense, Shuipu North should not be too resentful to other undead emperors, selling teammates is the tradition of the undead emperor.

"Holy Light, this enemy is worth a fight!"

Next, the flood of light drowned everything. (To be continued.)