Chapter 112 Customer Service Refund Button (23)

[An error was reported at Test Site No. 3, and the knitter was asked to repair it]

[Another error report? Who opened the room? 】

[Let me take a look at the login number. Oh, horse racing girl, that’s not surprising, the protection given to them by the three goddesses really hinders stability]

[Is there a horse racing girl customer at this juncture? Increase the difficulty and rush back, tell her she is not qualified]

The music called "Roundabout" did not sound after all.

Teacher Lu’s depressing, eerie yet eerily sacred battle song began to be sung by human voices.

When the claw reached his body, Omo had no time to raise his hands and could not guarantee his dodge action, but there was still a way to go.

【Magic Explosion】

The instantaneous burst of magic power that transforms into a demon form condenses into a protective barrier, and the impact it brings can even make people nearby take off.

Just like the transformation of some special effects characters into invincible.

But this technique is still a game mechanism restored from a series of otherworldly works called "Devil May Cry".

It is also the magic use technique that he has used the least after awakening the demon state.

It's not that it's impractical, it's just that there has never been a chance to fight seriously.

Unexpectedly, the first time I used this trick was in a dream——

——Oh, in the dream. Only then did Omer come back to his senses, and belatedly realized why the dream builder used the word "Yanan".

But the urgency of the moment no longer allowed him to think about it any more.

The silver-black devil was knocked away from the magic power that expanded and scattered instantly. His silver-white wings like a windbreaker instantly stretched out to help stabilize the landing posture with the flame vents on his hind legs. The next moment he regained his human form,

The second claw of the donkey beast galloped towards me!

With a sharp and piercing howl.

This is too noisy...

The stinking blood accumulated almost over the top of the boots hindered movement. Omer's sideways dodge was obviously slower, but this only made the dodge more dangerous, causing the sharp wind to brush against his clothes and float on them.

Blood drops are inevitably splashed on it.

"..."

The grace to help Sunday Serenity keep his coat is no longer there, and the fighting in this place will only get dirtier and dirtier.

Omer stared closely at the opponent's two forelimbs and several hind legs to dodge, gritted his teeth and waved the magic blade tightly held in his right hand without thinking any more.

This is a transformer, just a trigger that activates the Beta system. The Beta system that was transformed into a motorcycle is not here at this moment. It has lost its function as a transformer and serves as a weapon——

——Quite strong!

The technical needle of Mephilas does not poke.

The three sharp thorns belonging to the outer structure of the finger tiger penetrated the deformed flesh with this swing, and a faint click of fracture could be heard.

But even though the donkey beast could still feel pain and let out sharper and harsher howls of pain, it did not flinch as an injured person should.

In gaming terms, it wasn't beaten hard.

At this moment, he directly opened his mouth to Omo, forcing him to pull out the bloody magic blade and jump suddenly. When he landed, there was another pool of blood, mixed with corpses that were not sure whether they were raw materials or genuine ones, causing him to stumble and almost slip.

fall.

I really enjoyed this battlefield environment.

He only had time to glance at his feet before he immediately stared at Omo across from him again, and immediately took a step forward, just because he saw the second mouth on the opponent's neck that looked like a primitive head, full of eyeballs, glowing with white light.

Is it the sweeping or direct spray of water?

Even though the battlefield was messy, fortunately, I was able to identify the skill the opponent was charging in his hand.

Omo subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but he realized something was wrong. The thing didn't seem to be flushing, but rather like it was gathering particles——

——From this critical moment, he suddenly flashed two meters towards his side like a dark shadow, and saw that the position where he was just now was traversed by a white light.

The beam of light, which had been struck empty but still maintained its momentum, faced backwards and instantly penetrated the stone wall at the end, also penetrating Omo's cognition that was biased towards game design.

Laser?

His eyes were strange. He looked at the big mouth that showed no signs of mechanical modification, and began to redefine the "3.2" of "Yanan 3.2".

Especially when he saw that the wound on the opponent's donkey body was being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I took another look at the weapon in my hand, although it has a cool name like 'Beta Demon Blade', but as a weapon it is just a finger-tiger sword.

Even the rhombus thorns below are no longer than eight inches in length. Considering the size of the opponent, the finger tiger is a bit small and the rhombus thorns are a bit short.

It's not very different from masturbating with bare hands.

By magic?

He has quite a bit of knowledge in this area, but he doesn't have a big one. After all, he used to have small magic water pipes, and the river channel was opened for him after the trip to Tianmen.

The effect of combining small spells may not be huge, but the opponent's current desire to attack makes it very difficult to design.

Crazy donkey...he sighed in his heart.

First, test the opponent's resilience.

Although you can't expect the opponent to have a quantified blood bar to calculate the accumulated value like a game, but since it is a trial field, there should always be a result.

Even if everything here is a dream that can be imagined, the moment you start to set rules, you can't talk about true freedom.

While dodging the opponent's attacks, Omer took advantage of the opportunity to punch or even poke the opponent, and he was cautious enough to pursue no injury.

Always pay attention to the changes in the opponent's injuries.

Although there is still a lack of results in observation, his progress in adapting to the battlefield is obvious.

He didn't care about the overly foul smell, nor did he care about the increasing amount of blood stains on his body. Even the blood splattered on his face didn't hinder his concentration.

Using magic blades and spells, he looks for opportunities to accumulate, in order to amplify the damage before the opponent recovers, and then retreats during the opponent's rage to increase the distance.

Then by chance, his eyes filled with blood caught sight of the sheathed sword behind the opponent.

"..." Omer's frown suddenly relaxed.

“It’s not a real game”

This was the first time he spoke in this battle, with a self-deprecating and sudden smile on his face.

After thinking about so many complicated solutions, he suddenly found an answer in front of him, which made him transform into a demon without hesitation.

The quietest demon transformation so far, with a very standard starting motion.

Even the glow revealed from the gaps in the scales on its hind legs and waist was ready to go out. Just when the donkey beast's laser charged up again, it turned into a blur in the blood pool, leaving nothing but splashes behind it.

The silvery shadow of a low wall.

After waiting for too long, the three-plus minutes of music entered the moment of a tragic and grand symphony.

The ferocious palm pulled out the sword blade from the sheath, and the cyan light spread from the blade surface, revealing the true nature of the Moonlight Sword.

But the person holding the sword was not Ludwig, who was cursed and distorted, but Omo, who had swung the sword down the moment he drew it!

With one strike of the sword, blood spattered like pillars, causing the donkey beast to roar louder than he could see.

Another strike of the sword penetrated the opponent's nose and chin from top to bottom, suppressing the deafening sound in his mouth.

The cold brilliance like the moon and the green light spreading out like star points erupted from the sword blade, which actually made the devil stunned.

It seems to have touched something...

The demon, who did not regard the opponent as a weapon with its own wave-generating skills at all, but simply as a larger giant sword, looked at the light with a little surprise in his eyes.

But it was just an accident.

He had no intention of stopping to observe. After the Moonlight Sword that pinned the opponent's head to the ground was pulled out, he clenched his claws and chopped it off again.

The other limbs that were struggling desperately in the deformed body were hindered by the smooth spell without chanting and movement. The demon with doubled physical strength cut off the scarred horse head with a sword. While taking a few steps back, he started again.

Pick up the Beta Demon Blade that fell into the blood stain before.

The magic is ready to go.

To be alert to whether the other party will have a headless second stage.

It’s already 3.2, who can say for sure?

He put on such a nondescript dual-wielding posture, and saw a familiar bullet box pop up:

[Failed to pass the test, the trial ground will be closed soon]

[Look back, you are not qualified, that is why you are not qualified]

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Last night, I brought my brothers who haven't had a storm in half a year to fight a storm together all night and pay tribute to the blizzard.

After uninstalling, I also uninstalled Battle.net and said goodbye to the past six years.

When I first went to Graveyard Hub, I was still in college. I didn’t expect that Heroes of the Storm would have the opportunity to be buried together with all the games. It was really sad.
Chapter completed!