A pool of water is as flawless and clear as a bronze mirror, and unknown mushrooms exude a delicate fragrance. Stalactites as thick as two people hugging each other hang down from the shadow, moss moistens the surface, and vines dance gently with the night wind like bead curtains. p>
Dots of starlight penetrated from outside the pores, eventually decorating the entire cave into a colorful illusion. The bright moon was projected on the water, as if they were born sisters, exactly the same.
Rikka supported Boom and walked in slowly. The two of them were not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the cave, but looked for the third giant beetle to go deep inside.
Although this last giant beetle is used by Nnoitra to save his life or to escape, its strength is the most powerful among the clones.
Not only is its physical attack extremely powerful, it is even immune to most magic tricks. It can be said that it is a shrunken version of Rikka, except that it looks a bit ugly.
It finally stopped at a certain artificially dug secret room. It neither asked for help from the main body nor panicked due to the death of its companions.
Looking at the familiar environment around it, the giant beetle shook its head in a very humane manner, and then quietly waited for the enemy to come.
Ten minutes later, the figures of Boom and Rikka appeared in its eyes. The former looked extremely embarrassed, but the latter looked like an ancient ferocious beast, staring at it.
It did not take the initiative to attack, because its duty was to protect the secret room behind it. Squeak, squeak, squeak! A harsh insect chirp echoed in the cave, and then Boom signaled Rikka to let go, and the giant beetle fully opened its wings.
"Interesting, you should be able to understand Common Language, but even so, I will not fight you openly. As the clone of the Lord of Warcraft, you should have this awareness."
Boom held the black wooden staff and asked a little funny. He had a strong feeling that the giant beetle he was facing would definitely understand what he said.
And in his view, fighting is fighting, something that is pure to the extreme. Either you work hard to win, or you work hard to lose to the opponent.
Righteousness, fearlessness, dedication, selfishness, despicability, cunning...these are just modifiers of "fighting". The winner thinks everything is beautiful, while the loser will use the most smelly words to regain face.
This is just like a person who is responsible for others and has a lot of money, but he works hard every day. If you can really transcend all things, then why do you do this to yourself?
Boom is not a knight, and he disdains the so-called "Eight Spirits" and "Nine Codes." Boom is not an elf, and he disdains the red tape of pre-war prayers.
Boom is just an orphan from the ancient city, rummaging through trash cans in the dark rainy night, and picking sheep among the crowd. Boom is just a middle-level magician with no inheritance. Although he got the mysterious parchment, he never changed his state of mind. Therefore, he found the other party very funny. When a powerful enemy came, the other party did not think about running away quickly, but followed the human fighting method and even waited for him to be ready.
"Although you are a beast, you have survived for thousands of years. I came here today with only one purpose, and that is to kill you and yourself!"
"There is no enmity between you and me, just because your existence is too powerful, just because I need your body to please my sister."
"I can launch an offensive right away. There are only two outcomes, either you survive or I die in this cave."
"The raging flames of vengeance hide, torment, wait, the weird faceless face, the dim magic crystal remains, in my name, strangle the magic circle!"
The stored magic power in the black wooden staff poured out, and two petal magic arrays covered with barbs emerged in the cave. Boom's blood dyed the snow bear skin robe red, but he did not fall down.
He stood there abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, the second incantation cast by ventriloquism blurted out at the same time, and the violent magic fluctuations continued to swell, and finally directly shattered the rock wall of the cave.
The violent flames are extremely hot, the whistling cyclones twist at high speed, the rapids converge into water arrows, and countless dust mixes into the sharpest spear tips.
The four magic elements continued to collide and devour each other. Except for a small area where Boom and Rikka were located, they began to bombard without any target.
However, the third giant beetle remained motionless guarding the secret room behind it. It kept humming and blocked all attacks with its body.
Seeing this, Boom turned his head and smiled at Rikka, and then slowly closed his eyes without waiting for the other party to react.
After nearly a year of familiarity, Boom has now been able to control the timing of the onset of mental madness. His scarlet pupils reflected the moonlight, and Boom lowered his head like a wild beast. His whole person had fallen into the deepest state of mental madness. The chanting of the incantation of the strangulation circle could be heard endlessly. Boom tore his storage bag into pieces, but there was no magic crystal in it.
The black wooden staff let out waves of mournful screams. Although it wanted to follow its master's instructions, without the support of magic power, it could only float quietly in mid-air.
Boom transformed into the "Son of the Devil" again, walking towards the opponent step by step, with the "Zodiac Bullet" in his palm ready to go.
The weak giant beetle lay on the ground, and he suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart at this moment. Boom is not the master of Warcraft, and his strength is completely different from that of the earthly giant python brothers and sisters.
But the feeling Boom gave it was one of pure and extreme danger. "He will kill me", these five words came to mind spontaneously.
Bang! Bang! Boom knelt on the ground and kept hitting the opponent with the rocks in his hands, but the giant beetle had already become a puddle of meat.
"Brother, it's over..." Rikka quietly stood next to Boom and reminded softly.
However, what responded to her was the stone in Boom's hand. Bang! The stone accurately hit Rikka's forehead, but under the protection of her tan skin, she was not injured.
A mouthful of blood spurted out again. Boom held his head in pain, and gradually recovered from his insane state. A few minutes were short, but to Boom, it seemed like a scene thousands of years later.<
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"That's all my brother can do. Rikka has to walk the rest of the way alone."
"Ahem, brother is waiting for you here. Either Rikka returns safe and sound, or we, brother and sister, go to the so-called Hall of Valor together."
Boom leaned against the stone wall and said feebly. At this time, he had exceeded his limit and had even been overloaded with fighting for several hours.
I wanted to reach out and touch the other person's little head, but such a seemingly easy action made Boom bite his lip, and he failed in the end.
Rikka placed the black wooden staff next to Boom, and then kissed him hard on the face. When he stood up again, the beast's pressure soared into the sky, and it condensed into countless ghost ghosts.
"Brother, Rikka will be back soon, and I will be cooking meat soup for my brother then." Rikka took a step forward, and his hands turned into short blades, with the mysterious magic patterns on them flowing fluorescently.
"Have a good rest here, Rikka hasn't eaten enough of brother's barbecue yet." Rikka took another step, the snow bear skin robe slowly fell to the ground, and her tan skin became darker under the moonlight.
"Don't be willful anymore. I have endured it for a day. This time it is Rikka who will protect my brother." Rikka's figure finally disappeared into the secret room, and the cave was silent for an instant.