Among the ruins, a creature that could only be described as a piece of meat was lying on the ruins. Most of its body was buried under the ruins, with only two feet lying horizontally exposed.
The whole body seemed to be half melted by something, with green smoke coming out and twitching all over.
Under normal circumstances, this situation is basically dead.
But the Octopus Ball in front of him was not dead. His muscles were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. When Sherlock slowly walked towards him, Octopus Ball was already able to move his body. His body slowly
He started twitching, and then violently pushed a large piece of ruins away.
The upper body covered with tentacles was exposed, and the appearance could only be vaguely recognized as an octopus ball.
"It seems that both body and spirit have been sold to the ancient gods." Sherlock walked up to Octopus Ball and looked at Octopus Ball who slowly stood up and became taller and taller.
"Tsk, tsk, it looks a bit disgusting. I really admire Sir Sherlock for being able to deal with such a disgusting thing." Blue then said:
"But with Octopus Ball like this, he should have some way to directly connect with the ancient god. Sir Sherlock, do you think this Octopus Ball will directly become a high-level demon with the help of the ancient god?"
"I don't know, I haven't done any research on this."
Sherlock shook his head, and Octopus Ball in front of him had already stood up.
And Sherlock's feet began to tremble a little.
“Bang bang bang—!”
Countless tentacles burst out of the ground from Sherlock's feet, each one as huge and thick as one, and those tentacles tightly wrapped Sherlock in them.
Octopus Maru dragged his huge body to the tentacle group that was more than ten meters high. He clenched his hand with an expression of enjoyment on his face and controlled the tentacles. He could feel the upper demon among them, being
The feeling of huge force constantly crushing every bone.
But before the octopus balls could be enjoyed for long, there was suddenly a burning smell and a "sizzling" sound coming from these huge groups of tentacles.
From top to bottom, dozens of magic arrays appeared out of thin air surrounding the tentacle group.
Then, the flames burst and burned at the same time.
When the flames burned the huge tentacles, the tentacles twisted and loosened, and were swallowed up by the flames, directly burned to ashes. After the flames, only Sherlock was left wearing a black dress with no signs of damage, with an expressionless face.
standing there.
"Is there something new? The small tentacles have become big tentacles, and that's it?"
Octopus Maru stared blankly at Sherlock, who was unharmed. His body seemed to tremble from being humiliated, and he began to laugh:
"Hahahaha-woo!"
But before he could finish laughing, Sherlock had already rushed over and punched him in the stomach with his fist.
But this time instead of blasting him away, Sherlock's fist seemed to be stuck to Octopus Ball's belly, knocking his feet off the ground. Then Sherlock changed the direction of his fist and tilted his body downwards.
The fist also changed into an uppercut posture, and a series of magic circles appeared on Sherlock's wrist.
"strengthen."
The fist strengthened by magic pressed against Octopus Ball's belly and hit the ground.
Boom—boom—boom—!
With Sherlock and Octopus Ball as dots, the ground cracked in a huge circle, and then spider-like cracks opened along the ground.
Sherlock stood up and looked down at the pool of blood in front of him, which slowly seeped into the cracked ground.
"Let's go and absorb the core of the dungeon."
Sherlock turned back and headed towards the core hall of the dungeon.
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At this time, in the living hall of Winterfell, the players had already rushed in frantically. The believers of the ancient gods who were guarding the city lord's hall hardly added any resistance to the players.
After all, it’s already the second test. Two thousand players are coming in. Who can withstand the green-skinned flood? Ancient God believers are not like the Ancient God Army, who rush over in a steady stream. They are the foundation of the aboriginal people in the underground world.
The number of these groups that have developed in the world and are not accepted by the mainstream will naturally not be that large.
After the players rushed into the main hall of Winterfell, the first thing they did was not to close the magic shield. They didn't know what magic shield was. Their first goal was to loot it first.
Although I don’t know what is valuable and what is valuable, it is definitely okay to take away the weapons and equipment as soon as possible. I will just take the remaining things, such as wooden boxes and furniture. These are the first priority.
Target.
Especially after the portal is opened, players can move the city main hall more efficiently. They can carry it directly to the portal hall, and then transport it directly back to the Eternal Kingdom dungeon first!
The scene suddenly got a little out of control.
After the academic master completed the time and space coordinates of the portal, he walked towards the city lord's hall with an expressionless face. The lord sent a message to the academic master through the greenskins again, that is, to close the magic shield.
As an undead lich, he will not be affected by the whispers of the ancient gods. There are huge differences in rules between the living and the dead, just like the underworld and the underground world are two worlds.
The top student stood at the door of the teleportation hall. Everywhere you could see the green skins with green characters on their heads and unlimited resurrection, carrying various weapons, armors, furniture, and even a group of players, holding an unknown figure.
A demon of higher rank is not a high-level demon anyway.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
The top student stopped the players holding demons and asked.
"Ah? This guy can't take off his equipment. Let's carry him whole to the Eternal Kingdom dungeon."
One of the players explained to the top student.
Although these demons and the residents of the underground world have fallen into nightmares due to the influence of the whispers of the ancient gods, it does not mean that they will never wake up. The current situation is obviously under the control of the eternal kingdom dungeon.
Searching for some loot, the academic master has no problem with it, it is understandable for these greenskins, but taking the demon lord away is a bit too much, what if someone passes through the portal and wakes up directly in the eternal kingdom dungeon
Come here, how do you explain it?
In order not to cause any diplomatic disputes, Xueba raised his hand and searched for the equipment. Sure enough, he saw the bound magic mark. He spent some time to help the players remove the bound mark, and then said:
"I can take off my equipment now."
The players watched the academic master perform the operation for a while, and then were stunned. One player tried to take off the demon's breastplate, and he was able to take it off!
As long as the equipment can be taken off, the players will not keep any of it. Several players quickly took off the demon completely and threw it aside.
The top student looked at the players who were leaving happily and headed towards the Lord's Hall of Winterfell.
When Sherlock walked to the Lord's Hall, the entire Lord's Hall could not be said to have been emptied out, but all the people who were caught in nightmares that the top students saw were basically naked, with key parts covered in mosaics.
In addition to equipment, there are also many pieces of furniture that have received the attention of players.
After that, there are the dresses in the wardrobe, various kitchen utensils in the kitchen, as well as some practical tools, magic props or scrolls.
In short, as long as it looks useful and valuable, everyone will take it away and move it away, no matter what it is for.
The players were very efficient in moving, and it didn't take long for two thousand people to bring a big move to the city lord's hall.
The top student had also arrived in the magic control room in the city lord's hall and quickly found the magic props to charge the dungeon's magic shield.
A crystal suspended in a mass of magical machinery.
When the top student is working, of course there are players watching. After all, for the players, these are plots.
After the work of becoming a master of learning was completed, some players asked:
"it's over?"
"It's over." The top student nodded.
Then I saw the players in front of me were stunned for a moment, and then rushed over. Several people worked together to take away the magic machine and the magic shield crystal, while saying:
"Wocao, you're so lucky, watch the plot to trigger a hidden mission!"
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