From stone tools to bronze to steel and alloys, this seemingly ruined land has gathered most of the weapons in the history of human civilization.
He casually picked up a broken samurai sword with his right hand and touched the broken serrations on the blade. The real touch made his heart ripple: "Where are the weapons here? Where is the body? Even if it has been a long time, the bones, clothes
, there must be fragments of the armor, right?”
Carrying a broken samurai sword, Murata raised his head and looked around privately.
As far as the eye can see, in addition to the dilapidated ground, there are all kinds of weapons that are so densely packed that it is almost impossible to get a foothold. Corpses? There is not even a bone or residue, and... kaka.
Just when he was a little dazed, the ground beneath his feet suddenly opened up, and the skinny white arm suddenly came out and grabbed his ankle. At the same time, the other hand grabbed the ground on the side, and a thin and unsightly figure appeared.
Human bones are flying out of the ground.
There was no time to think about why this thing with only bones moved so fast, and no time to be afraid. The reflexes he had trained for a long time made Murata subconsciously wave the broken samurai sword in his hand. All he heard was a series of clinking sounds and a series of slashing sounds.
When one of Bai Gu's arms was "smashed" off by pure violence, the old and broken samurai sword in his hand also reached the limit of its lifespan. It was cut into two pieces at the handle, completely losing its use value.
"Damn it!"
Fortunately, he was in an unknown battlefield with countless weapons around him. Murata just cursed, then casually took out a broken spear and started fighting with the bones that had lost an arm.
Samurai swords, broken spears, hatchets... three weapons were scrapped, and he was so exhausted that he was panting. Murata finally solved this skeleton, holding the still intact short-handled ax in his hand, breathing heavily:
"This stuff is unscientific!"
It is also the lowest-end monster in any game. It is comparable to pheasants, slimes and other novice players who must sacrifice monsters for free. Murata has a feeling that he is fighting against elite monsters.
A skeleton that is harder than the bones of ordinary people. Without the influence of muscles, the movements and reactions are almost the same as those of ordinary people, as well as the wisdom that just wanted to delay picking up a weapon to fight back instead of using bare hands. There is no trace of the demeanor of a monster.
So unfair!
However, before he could take a breath and try to ask the unknown existence, another white bone arm stretched out from the ground just one meter away from Murata. Compared with the previous one, it was almost FǔBai disintegrated.
Strange. The white bones of the dagger that were quickly grabbed by my quick eyes and hands should be cleaner.
???Wagon battle? Isn’t this a bit too much?
Murata silently closed his mouth, raised his ax and prepared to fight. Although the monster in front of him seemed to be a slightly higher level than the Baigui monster, he was still confident that he could use his ax to change his sword skills to fight with only a little skin trauma.
The opponent is hacked to death. But what if a stronger third person emerges after killing him?
If you want to watch my performance, you can change it in another way, it will really kill people!
More than ten minutes later, things unfolded exactly as he imagined. After the second monster was replaced by Murata, who was flying a kite while fighting for a wound, a bone monster with an obvious level 2 climbed up from the ground, roaring with meaning.
The unknown voice held a broken spear and launched a flaming charge towards Murata.
odnmd
From the first and lowest free monster, he persisted until the fifth round. After three free monsters appeared, Murata died unwillingly under the knife. The blood gradually drained away, and the coldness made the pain in his body become worse.
Numbness, vision gradually dimmed...The next moment, like a nightmare, Murata woke up with a cry. Before he had time to rejoice, or reflect, a skeletal arm stretched out from the ground not far in front of him, and the second round of little ones appeared.
A monster suddenly sprang out.
"I..." Murata felt bitter, and Murata also wanted to say something.
After fighting to the death five times in a row, even though I was resurrected, my mind is still very tired after all the ups and downs, okay? What the hell is the second round when I am reborn to release monsters? So what if I regain my strength and spirit? I am so tired!
'Asshole, even the gods have to follow the basic rules when playing games!'
In this land of scarlet above the head and dim under the feet, Murata didn’t know how many times he had gone through life and death, and how many monsters he had killed. From the most basic white-bone monster, to the abominations stitched together with corpses, to all kinds of clothing.
A ninja with black robes and quick movements, it was his turn to be a monster like Dao Yuki-onna. He was killed, counter-killed, and the urgent battle forced his brain to be fully focused on the battle, leaving him no time to care.
After subconsciously hacking to death the last fat sleeper, Murata, who was left with only one eye and a crippled leg, was holding a strange-shaped spear, guarding against enemies that might suddenly burst out at any time. However, this time it didn't happen as he expected.
Wish. The strength of entering the village in the dilapidated body is passing away, and the eyes are in a trance again.
"papapa!"
The sound of applause came, and the handsome young man in fiery red armor in front of him had a smile on his face: "Yes, it's really a good performance. I thought it was already good that you could get through the bones of the underworld, but you can actually persist until the Ghost Scroll."
"Well, although the potential has been fully exploited since the third volume of Ghosts and Gods, and I also provided a little help. But in the thousands of years since I met you, you have been able to achieve this result.
Enough to rank in the top ten.”
"I can give you a chance."
"Opportunity..." Until now, Murata has not figured out whether he was thrown into a space just now, or whether it was some kind of real hallucination. But there is no doubt that he passed the test of the existence in front of him and got a
I don’t know if it’s an opportunity of surprise or joy: “Um, may I ask what your identity is?”
Murata regretted it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. His mind was stunned by the continuous battles and he spewed out the words in his heart without even reacting. Now he was dead.
"Haha, you are so brave! You can answer yes, but you have to ask when you are ordered. Who do you think you are?"
Following the young man's words, pressure like a mountain collapsing directly covered Murata's body. At that moment, he felt that his bones, blood vessels, and even cells were disintegrating and dissipating, but at the last moment everything came to a sudden halt.
Come down and suddenly recover.
"Forehead..."
His whole body was suffering from the pain of tearing, but Murata, who had been trained to die countless times, resisted the pain, lowering his head like a quail and saying nothing.
Just now he asked that kind of question because his brain was twitching, but now he is normal and he knows very well what to do and what not to do.