Nightmare's Call

Chapter 118

Bang!!!

The harsh metal twisting sound, accompanied by heavy impact and a circle of fog, exploded instantly.

Lin Sheng holds a broken sword with a ferocious face. His whole body is full of muscle and strength. With the flow of holy power, he turns it into the most primitive impact force and transmits it to the edge of the sword.

Bang!!

The last part of the broken sword began to be covered with cracks.

Fat man's fists fight against Lin Sheng's broken sword, regardless of the blood on his waist, he makes a crazy effort. When his strength is tight, his wound bleeding is more like a fountain.

Slowly, he couldn't hold on.

Ow!!!

He roared wildly, gave out his own roar, and then fell to the ground.

Linsheng's impact exhausted his last strength.

A lot of blood gushed from the fat man's waist wound, and there was a lot of fog at the same time.

Fat people's blood is like with hot temperature, constantly evaporating a huge amount of fog steam.

Lin Sheng staggered back a few steps, limping back against the wall. Use holy power to heal strained knees and muscles.

There was only one bare hilt left of the broken sword. In the middle of the wooden shield, there was a huge gap.

"It's completely destroyed... It's a pity..."

The wooden shield is much stronger than the metal shield. The shielding area is also large enough, which is easy to use.

It's a pity that it's completely abandoned now.

After throwing away the shield and sword handle, Lin Sheng tore off the chest armor which had been twisted and sunken.

He touched his sternum and felt that at least four of them were broken.

"Cough..."

After coughing a few times and spitting blood foam, Lin Sheng walked slowly to the fat man who was completely immobile.

At this time, the fat man is steaming a large number of black lines, and all the black lines are condensed into a stream, which is getting bigger and clearer.

"I hope there will be some good harvest this time..." Lin Sheng takes a deep breath and stares at the memory fragment in front of him.

It can be expected that the soul fragment of this fat man is absolutely far more than other monsters.

Whoosh!

With a small sound, the black line fell into Lin Sheng's chest like lightning.

If he was struck by lightning, his brain would be blank, like a huge current flowing through his body.

Every cell in my body is screaming and numbing.

"Stripping the magic array... What kind of blood do you want to choose?"

An old voice spread in my ear.

It's a beautiful language that can't be described. Just statement is like singing harmony.

"I am the strongest, so I have to choose the strongest too!" Another young man, full of excitement, replied in a low voice.

"The stronger, the greater the risk. Can your soul support the beast confrontation? " The old man continued.

"How do you know if you don't try. Master yeige gave me hope. I won't let him down! " Man's words are full of ambition.

"Yes? Everyone can only merge once to peel off the magic array, but you also need to know that master yeige developed this technology in order to fight against the decline, not to pursue power. "

"Besides me, who else can bear the blood of rock dragon?" The man laughed.

Old people don't talk much.

The sound faded away.

Lin Sheng shakes his head and wakes up.

He didn't like the state of being in a muddle. But that kind of state is the inevitable process of looking up the most important content in the memory fragments.

"Just that... Is it the memory that the fat man got when he stripped his blood? You can only use the magic array once?

If Xie Yige does not develop this technology for fighting, is it for longevity Lin Sheng leafed through the memories in his mind.

As expected, the fat man absorbed and fused the blood of a half dragon beast named rock dragon by using the stripping magic array.

As a result, he himself has been extremely terrifying power. The ability of fire spraying was also obtained.

Unfortunately, although his strength and combat effectiveness have been improved, his soul has become uncontrollable tyranny because of the instinctive pollution of the blood of the rock dragon.

From the fusion of blood, the fat man's memory becomes chaotic, sometimes sober, sometimes fuzzy.

"Is this being turned against Hakka?" Lin Sheng shook his head and waited until Shengli regained some strength.

He went up to the fat man and fumbled over him. Look for possible gains.

Unfortunately, the only thing left on the fat man is two arm armor and gloves. Unfortunately, these things are too big.

Lin Sheng picked up one and tried it, but he couldn't put it on at all.

In the end, we have to give up.

Over the fat man's body, Lin Sheng went on cautiously.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, slowly, almost to the point where you can't see your fingers.

Lin Sheng became more careful with every step he took.

From the fat man's memory, he knew that the fat man was guarding the last detachment magic array in the dungeon.