The sharp sword locked the two monsters not far away, but they suddenly moved towards Chen Fei and the others slowly and firmly without realizing it. The exposed muscle layer was covered with a nauseous pink, and a stinking smell spread to Chen Fei's nose from a distance, causing a clear disgust flashes in the young man's eyes. When his wrist turned, the sword edge slightly slanted and he quickly moved forward. The barbarian Odin, who was standing aside, also took out a shiny hand axe from his waist, and then followed Chen Fei easily. His loud voice spread like a wave.

"This is a zombie. It is said that it is the lower demon controlled by Bifrons, who is ranked 46th among the seventy-two pillars of hell. He is slow and disgusting. A Fei, don't worry, I'll protect you by your side." A heroic and sincere smile appeared on the bald head, smeared with blue paint, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes - hehe, A Fei, what would you be scared like? I'm really looking forward to it... It seemed that I thought of Chen Fei, who was usually steady, was scared to be ugly by the zombies. A look called vulgar appeared in the eyes of the barbarians, but in the next moment, he was shattered by a bright sword light that suddenly lit up. The scene in front of him almost directly shattered his common sense, making him exclaim directly.

“...How is it possible…”

......Even the most ordinary lower demon phantom, it is not something that an ordinary person can kill, especially...

...Only one sword...

The bright sword light seemed to still shine in Odin's gray pupils, pure and clear. As a real warrior, he did not sense any energy fluctuations from it, neither the power of blood rage nor the sacred will... In other words, Chen Fei simply killed two demon phantoms with his own strength. Once such a warrior can successfully change his position...

A legendary name appeared in Odin's mind, which made his brain dizzy. A trace of heat appeared in his eyes when he looked at Chen Fei.

"How is it possible?" The energy in his hand swept, shattering the viscous black blood stained on the short sword, revealing the originally cold blade again. Chen Fei asked without turning back. In his dark eyes, the two zombies who had already lying on the blood-colored ground slowly turned into phantoms, and a trace of black power that had originally flowed in the demon's body could not disappear, but it slowly solidified, and finally formed a slightly transparent black crystal stone. The faint sense of pressure made Chen Fei narrow his eyes slightly.

Demon crystal, the manifestation of demonic power. After the projection of the demons in this world dies, their power cannot return to hell. They can only solidify in the mortal world and turn into various magical objects. Demon crystal can be used for the practice of warriors, and the weapons and armor formed often have powerful effects that cannot be compared with mortal equipment.

Just as he reached out, he was about to pick up his first spoil, Chen Fei suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. Before he could react, a thick arm wrapped his waist tightly. The powerful force made Chen Fei's eyes shrink. He resisted the urge to use the short sword in his hand to open seventeen or eighteen holes on the bald head. Chen Fei gritted his teeth and asked, "Odin... you'd better explain it to me..." The voice was filled with an unkind breath.

"Hahaha, Ah Fei, I'm talking about this matter back! Let's go..." The barbarian warrior who used to obey Chen Fei's words was just laughing excitedly. The arms of Chen Fei were holding Chen Fei without any sign of relaxation. A rich blood-colored light appeared on Odin's feet. Then, with a sound of explosion, his majestic and burly body turned into a afterimage and appeared in the air. With its powerful inertia, it shot towards the direction of Roger Camp like a cannonball. The familiar way of action made Chen Fei's pupils shrink violently, and then a thick and unsolvable shock appeared in his dark eyes.

.....This is....Eight Steps to Chase Zen...No...No, the speed and height are stronger than the Eight Steps to Chase Zen. This should be...

...Barbaric combat skills - jumping!... Just a level 6 transition skill in the game... is it stronger than the top light skills in the martial arts world...

...I can only say...is it worthy of being a world of war between gods and demons...

............

Roger Camp, Witch Training Ground.

It is said to be a training ground, but it is actually just an empty small square. There are some wooden rakes in the center of the field. Some thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls are practicing the most basic elemental spells under the guidance of the blind eye nuns. In a burst of continuous and light sounds, the power fluctuations of frost, flashes and flames appear from time to time.

Akara, wearing a purple robe, stood beside the training ground, her long silver hair fluttering in the breeze, looking at the little girl who was constantly working hard to practice with some relief and emotion. After five years of training, they have begun to gradually master the power of elements. Even if they cannot obtain the inheritance of combat skills of war masters after adulthood, they are enough to become excellent mercenaries. After all...

...The inheritance requirements for war vocationists are too high...

Sighing slightly, a hint of silence appeared in Akara's expression: "If there were more warriors in the camp, maybe everything would be much simpler. Unfortunately..."

"Ahhhhhhhhh... Lord Akara..."

At this moment, a howling sound of ghosts and wolves came from the air. The loud voice was almost equivalent to ten strong men beating gongs and drums in your ears. A few slaps in the training ground, the small elemental spells that should have been successfully released turned into black smoke, making their pink face dirty. However, there was no trace of frustration on the faces of these little girls. Instead, a look of joy appeared. They shouted crisply at the burly figure falling from the sky: "Brother Odin..."

"Little Ula, Little Kane, Little Carter... Hello, now my brother has something to do, I'll play with you later..." After greeting every little girl intimately, the barbarian warrior strode to Akara, bowed respectfully, and carried Chen Fei's collar like a thin little chicken, and said to Akara: "Sir Akara, I hope you can open a place for Akara to inherit the warrior. Believe me, because..." In the almost roaring voice, the barbarian saliva sprayed on Chen Fei's face like raindrops. Chen Fei, who had just been fumigated to death by his crunching nest, finally couldn't help it.

....Odin, you bastard...

His right hand was wrapped around the barbarian's thick wrist like a spirit snake. When his internal force was slightly exhaled, he got rid of the barbarian's clutches and exhaled slightly to make a sound. When the quiet internal force suddenly burst out, the barbarian's tall and majestic figure drew a graceful curve in the air in Akara's shocked eyes, and landed heavily ten meters away. The young man's angry look and Odin's somewhat honest smile were reflected in Akara's deep eyes, which made the old man's long-lost smile appear on the corner of his mouth.

...A new warrior...

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Chapter completed!