For Duran, there was no other plan in his mind other than adapting to circumstances at this time - this was not in line with his style. However, after the transformation, although Beron's level was still above level 19, his power had far improved.
Far beyond the level of gray iron, Duran had no chance of winning against him. Although this situation was not unexpected for him, it was still tricky enough. It was so tricky that he couldn't think of anything in the half-minute transformation time of Veron.
Good idea.
The half-evil spirit is now basically a monster from the lower plane. Duran cannot imagine that a person with a normal mentality would make himself look like this - obviously, Veron has no intention of letting Duran understand his world.
The tall half-evil spirit began to roar crazily, the wooden floor of the attic began to tremble intermittently, and large-scale cracks even appeared in some fragile places.
Duran naturally heard Beron's roar, but he couldn't understand a single word. The half-evil spirit used the language of the lower plane instead of the language of the Yujin people. The language of the lower plane was very obscure and profound.
Although Dulan can barely be called knowledgeable and knowledgeable, he can only recognize some simple words, so he is naturally confused about this kind of deft swearing.
"It seems that the vision of evil spirits in the lower planes is not very good..." Duran quietly stuck behind a bookcase, watching Beron crazily destroying things near him, and thought thoughtfully
Thought: "After transforming into an evil spirit, the eyes on his face were tightly closed and wrapped in a layer of unknown substance. They probably couldn't be opened. Those eyes on his arms should not be used for seeing. Visual inspection
Skill feedback shows that this guy has a petrifying ray skill, which is probably shot through these eyes..."
Duran knows the attack methods of many alien monsters, such as the hundred-eyed snake monsters in the star world. Their eye skills release terrifying petrification rays. Another example is the famous beautiful succubus beauty in myths and legends.
Dussa, their petrification ability is also achieved through gaze. There are common principles between things. The extra pairs of eyes on Veron's arms are definitely not just decorations.
Veron clumsily smashed the tables and chairs next to him. His hands were thick and thick, and his lower body was intangible, like a combination of a ghost and a legendary sea monster.
Duran held his breath, the situation couldn't get any worse, he said to himself.
"We have to test his defense first." Duran slowly moved behind Beron along the wall of the attic. The tall half-evil spirit was unconscious. His hands were frantically grabbing things around him, with powerful strength.
It gives him the ability to easily tear apart these things. The three tongues on his chest keep shooting out, and the scarlet tongue coating covered with barbs makes people's scalp numb. If he is rolled up by these three tongues, at least one of them will probably fall off.
Big chunks of meat!
Dulan took a gulp of water and forced himself to calm down. Veron obviously couldn't control his emotions and was wreaking havoc. And he was hiding in the dark. As long as he didn't panic, there would be no danger for the time being - of course.
It's only temporary. The attic is not that big, and Beron's destructive power is amazing. He will soon be able to turn this place upside down, and the same is true for Duran's hiding place.
So Duran decided to take the initiative.
The third level of stealth gave him more advanced skills. Every time he took a step, Duran felt like a cat walking on the black and white piano keys. Although this metaphor is slightly inconsistent with the scene in front of him, the two do have something to do with it.
The very obvious thing they have in common is silence.
Veron still failed to grasp the traces of Duran, which drove the half-evil spirit completely into madness. His brain was eroded by negative energy and evil magic, and he no longer knew what thinking was, and he just blindly destroyed.
Unorganized attacks will always find flaws. In Dulan's eyes, the current half-evil spirit is full of flaws. If his level is higher and he has more assassin skills, he can directly take him away with a set of skills.
It's a pity that now he hasn't even reached the level of gray iron strength, his basic attributes are too poor, and he doesn't have enough skills to support combos. He can only shoot one shot carefully and change places.
He needs to be patient and wait for the best time.
Soon, the opportunity appeared. When the half-evil spirit threw the table, he used too much force. He suddenly lost his balance and staggered forward and fell forward - his back was defenseless, and the door was wide open.
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Duran took action decisively, rushing behind Beron in two steps, and the oak thorn pierced the half-evil spirit's back!
"Crack, click, click!"
Who knew that the expected splatter of blood did not happen. The sharp blade of the Oak Thorn encountered incredible resistance when it penetrated the half-evil spirit's exposed back, and a thin layer of horny scales emerged from under the surface of his skin.
come out.
The black scales formed the most solid defense layer. Duran tried his best and relied on inertia with his knife, but it only penetrated less than half a foot into Veron's body!
The attacked half-evil spirit counterattacked much faster than Duran expected. The sudden low roar made Duran's heart skip a beat. He almost immediately pulled out the oak thorn - Veron's body violently
The ground stood upright, his two arms suddenly turned over in a strange way, and countless pairs of blinking eyes were pointed at the astonished Duran with coldness and resentment.
"Are you still shameless? You're actually invulnerable!" Dulan didn't even have time to curse. He turned around and held his head before he rolled to the ground. In an instant, a swishing sound passed by his ears, and he saw countless words in his peripheral vision.
Thin yellowish rays of light passed him by. If he hadn't rolled in time, he would have been shot right through by these rays!
Even so, the elbow of Duran's left arm was still rubbed by a ray of light.
He stood up and squatted in the corner, and the contract assistance system immediately prompted: "The left hand is attacked by the petrification ray. If it is not removed in time, the left arm will be petrified within half an hour; the whole body will be petrified within three hours!"
"At least give me a way to survive!" Dulan was about to cry without tears. The horror of petrification rays is especially obvious in low-level battles. Except for priests or archmages who are good at removing negative energy and various DEBUFFs (debuff conditions)
Only those RMB players who wear anti-petrification equipment and have bundles of petrification immunity potions in their hands can compete with the BOSS with petrification skills.
Dulan was neither of the two, and when he arrived in Feinan, even if he carried a sack of RMB, he couldn't buy even a bottle of anti-petrification potion. His left arm that had been hit by the petrification ray suddenly felt extremely itchy, and the half-evil spirit Beron was even more itchy.
To add insult to injury, Dulan released his stealth state in order to attack him. This guy strode over with a ferocious smile, and the three tongues on his chest were ready to move, which was extremely disgusting.
"No, the attic is too narrow and not suitable for me to fight at all!" Duran resisted the itching in his arms, narrowly dodged Veron's attack with his deft movements, and rushed to the exit of the attic in a few steps.
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Veron laughed loudly: "Mortal, you can't escape. You are destined to be killed by me, and your soul will become my slave!"
As he spoke, the three tongues on his chest suddenly shot out and circled around Dulan's head and chest.
Duran didn't dare to neglect. He had already tasted the power of Sir Burning's tongue in the flame lair. The tongue of the half-evil spirit must be stronger than the leader of the flame lizard. If he accidentally fell into the attack, he might really die.
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He was short and staggering as he tried to walk down the escalator. Unexpectedly, the floor suddenly cracked and Duran fell down from the attic involuntarily.
"Ugh! It hurts..." There was a crackling sound, sawdust mixed with many messy things hit Dulan. He lay on the cold bathroom floor, his whole body in pain.
Although the attic is not high, if it fell down like this, if Dulan hadn't been lucky enough to land on his butt first, he would probably have been injured. The ceiling above his head began to crack rapidly. Dulan knew it was not good. According to Veron's destruction
Even if he didn't come down from the attic exit at such a high speed, he would have completely torn the entire attic floor apart. When the time came, even people and furniture would be smashed down, and if Dulan was not careful, he would be unable to eat and walk around.
He endured the pain, climbed up from the rubble, and rushed out of the bathroom door.
"Boom!" As soon as Dulan closed the wooden door of the bathroom, there was a terrifying loud noise, a crash, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
"Chasing so fast..." Cold sweat broke out on Dulan's forehead. He didn't dare to stop and rushed outside the bedroom in a few steps.
The lights in the corridor on the second floor were still dim and weak. Dulan looked at the candles on the candlestick, and suddenly his heart moved.
He took out the suet candle he bought from the evil store from his arms, held down the wick and raised the flame a little, and with a pop, bright flames emitted from Duran's hand.
The faint light was bright and white, completely different from the ordinary candles in the corridor. This candle contained a hint of holy power. Dulan held the candle tightly, and his originally panicked heart actually calmed down a lot.
"Sure enough, he's not from Xibei!" Dulan was overjoyed. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly smashed the wall between the bathroom and the bedroom. Countless sawdust flew, and Veron's tall body forced his way out of the bathroom.
It was crushed out.
The half-evil spirit chuckled. Although he had lost his vision, if Duran was not in the stealth state, there were still other ways to sense Duran's position.
Veron turned sideways and wanted to rush over. Who knew that at this moment, the candlelight in Dulan's hand suddenly condensed into countless holy white rays of light.
In an instant, twelve rays of light went back and forth, forming a square cube.
The half-evil spirit was trapped inside a cube made of twelve rays of light. He reluctantly tried to break out. However, there seemed to be a very thick barrier between the seemingly empty lines. Veron tried his best to break out.
All he could do was roar wildly.
Dulan stared at all this with his mouth open, the candle in his hand swaying slightly, exuding a peaceful atmosphere.
"What a powerful candle, it can really trap evil spirits!" Dulan was overjoyed. Although this candle did not seem to be able to directly eliminate evil spirits, it was very rare to be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Candles are so powerful, but what about low-quality holy water?
With a thought in his mind, Dulan took out the inferior holy water and prepared to pour the bottle of holy water on Beron.
"Bang!" He suddenly unscrewed the wooden stopper, and just as he was about to walk over, he suddenly remembered a crisp voice:
"If I were you, I wouldn't do this. The holy water in your hand is not pure enough to eliminate him."
