"The mobility of the Eagle-Bull people is too good. It’s not a problem for the regular army, but once they become bandits, it’s really troublesome." Liu Zhenhan sighed, "Even if the Swan Tribe’s Sky Banning Song is powerful, the sky is vast, and if they don’t idle around in front of you, where are you going to catch them?"
"That’s true." Vieri nodded, "There’s also the joint force of the Blood Elves’ Pig-faced Troll Bat Knight, which is too annoying. This amount of air force is quite terrifying on the current Aegean Continent, but the kingdom has you and the chief priest, we have two flying superior magical pets, those fallen elves are nothing, I am absolutely confident."
"Don’t forget to count Horielle, a priestess from Medusa’s side. He has the Beneficial Firebird, a high-level flying magical pet. Selfish fallen elves are definitely not anything good, this can be basically affirmed, but we can only pretend to comply, anyway, just throw the situation to Mourinho, the Underground World is our real focus! Damn it! Isn’t my aim to get hold of the Underground World? With it, just the thousand Golden Ring Warriors that can be summoned at any time and the future’s Gao Cen’s Legion, I fear no one’s challenge." Liu Zhenhan let out a long breath, full of sentiment.
"Let’s say...Boss...just talk, I promise not to interrupt." Fat Luo vowed with hand gestures, "What exactly is this fallen ritual?" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novelFirｅ.net
"Talk about it?" Liu Zhenhan pondered for a moment, and asked Vieri and Iverson with a smile.
"My lips are sealed as tight as ancient Iron Pot." Iverson’s eyes lit up in response, whether his leak-proofness is as tight as his sword skills, remains unknown.
"I haven’t said anything about what happened in the Ink Crystal Valley. My mouth is as tight as a honeycomb." Vieri raised both hands and swore, even making an awkward analogy, in the bear man’s mind, strawberries and honeycombs are always the first choices for comparison.
A honeycomb seems full of holes. It leaks. Fat Luo thought to himself.
Liu Zhenhan lit up a cigar, swallowed a mouthful of spicy thick smoke, and leisurely began to recount what happened in the temple amidst Guoguo’s drumming.
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From the moment he entered the temple, the secret weapon Liu Zhenhan had prepared was simply of no use. He was first disturbed by a wax monster that transformed into the likeness of his brother, and then, the faint smoke and sandalwood scent in the main hall of the temple immediately caused him to lose all self-consciousness. The traps in the entire ritual were tightly linked, from the initial disturbance of the wax monster, all the evil and thoughts deep in the heart that would never be admitted, would emerge slowly yet secretly from the potential watcher’s heart. No time was left for the potential watcher participating in the fallen ritual to prepare to resist or consider an escape route. From the moment he stepped into the temple, this trap was activated. A slight slack in mind, and the bewitching scent would imperceptibly invade your nerves, leading you step by step into the snare. No matter how strong your will and thorough your plan, it wouldn’t help.
Liu Zhenhan indeed has a knack for storytelling, vividly explaining everything to the three guards.
Seeing everyone’s eager anticipation, Old Liu sighed and began to delve into the deeper matter.
Just as he cheated on the spot in the Ink Crystal Valley, today’s Drow elves are also cheating. Behind the temptation, there are only two bloody words...............deadly!
If it were not for the desire of the Matriarchs to return to the surface, causing a bit of leniency, and Liu Zhenhan himself being flexible, he would have completely finished today.
Due to both casual cooperation, Old Liu’s life was temporarily saved.
The turning point also appeared at this time.
The Matriarch’s leniency violated the potential divine presence in the ritual, and the deity Rose initiated the ritual to proceed in a more extreme way!
But it was precisely because of this high-intensity stimulation that the potential watchers would experience a brief moment of clear mind. This is the so-called "returning to light", generally the wisdom race on the verge of death, could always provoke this hidden in the instinct of life, the final desire and attachment to life at the last moment.
When Liu Zhenhan experienced this "returning to light", although his physique was greatly different from others, the sober time was also very short, just about the time of two breaths. For others, this little time is at most enough to make a final repentance prayer. regret in the heart, but for Liu Zhenhan, this was a lifeline he had been waiting for a long time.
Uninterrupted thought and consciousness had allowed Liu Zhenhan, the old hand, to quickly organize in this instant that he might be caught up in a big trap. He thought so, half guessing, half intuition, had nothing to do with logical reasoning.
At this point, the only exit of the hall had been sealed by hundreds of tons of stone doors. Even if Liu Zhenhan had fully inherited the power of Dragon Subduer, he would hardly be able to open this door. At this moment, the first reaction of the quick-thinking Officer Liu was to hold his breath, his body still flipping in the air, didn’t forget to summon the Ghostly Nine-headed Hydra from the Death Lord Ring. After landing, Liu grabbed the little thing’s neck, twisted out nine lumps of freezing air and sprayed it all over his body, using the extreme cold to stimulate his nerves again, plus instant "Self-initiated Berserk", using the magic resistance property after berserk to slightly resist the erosion; during this short golden time segment of having a self-consciousness, "Starry Sky Reflection Barrier" erupted in an instant, all his belongings from the Space Ring also poured out.........