Chapter 61 The Repairman's Interference

Ron's fighting style is very simple. He relies on his powerful strength, the chant and the fully enhanced boots to achieve a speed that is not slow at all, and he can crush his target to death.

Never attack head-on if you can attack by surprise.

Even his fighting ability on paper is definitely above Hermann's.

Ron knew better than anyone that Herman was just an appetizer, and he didn't want to waste too much energy on Herman.

Whoosh! Under the illumination of the magic lamp, the ironwood staff flashed with a dark light. When it was swung vigorously, the knobby head of the staff passed through the air, making a humming sound. The speed was so fast that even with Ron's own strength, it was difficult to see the trajectory of the ironwood staff. Only a layer of afterimage was left in front of him.

As for Herman, his overall strength has indeed improved a lot, but the gap between him and Ron has not narrowed, and it has even become more exaggerated than before.

Hermann's eyes widened as he heard the sound like ghosts howling. He wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air. He could only barely raise his left arm to try to block the fatal attack.

Bang! A dull sound.

At the moment when Hermann's left arm touched the stick, the whole arm shattered, and blood rained in the air.

Hermann didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body was thrown into the air by the impact and slammed hard against the side of the courtyard wall, causing the wall to crack and burst into pieces.

Dark brown liquid splattered, and a strong stench began to fill the air.

The blood was no longer normal blood, but more like some kind of sticky semi-fluid that had been rotting and fermenting for a long time. The smell was like an octopus that had been fermenting in a dark and damp corner for seven days in the middle of summer.

Hermann's body was still squirming on the ground. He opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Pain? For Hermann, no pain is too much to bear.

What is truly unbearable is the growing hatred within the little bit of sanity left.

The pain intensified the hatred.

His head was still raised stubbornly, and he saw the figure falling from the sky not far away. There were streaks of dark red mucus sticking to his pure white priest robe, which was the blood spurting out of his body.

The moment their eyes met, the body that had just stood up suddenly bent down.

That was not something Hermann could do. It was as if at that moment, another existence had taken over Hermann's body.

Bang! A black arc of light tore through the night sky, reaching the height of Herman's head.

With a crisp sound, Hermann's entire head turned into a watermelon and shattered.

Red and white stuff splattered everywhere.

All that was left was a headless thing with its left arm missing, which seemed to have turned into a corpse, standing quietly in front of Ron.

Ron was not satisfied with the result as he had originally aimed at Herman's chest.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that on the broken neck and the smashed wound on the left arm, there were granulations of flesh that seemed to be crawling with maggots, wriggling in a way that made one's scalp tingle.

Breeding.

Dozens of black, cold, and slippery filaments would emerge from each granulation, like long and thin worms. They would entangle together and re-evolve into Hermann's arms, neck, and even head.

Although it was not the first time that Ron had seen this kind of scene, he still couldn't help but feel his saneness dropping.

This scene is far more bizarre in the real world than in the game.

His throat moved and Ron walked towards Hermann.

After the Ironwood Staff smashed Herman's head, it stabbed into the ground far away. Ron took out the Dark Bible again. As long as the effect of knowledge is power is triggered, the destructive power of the Dark Bible will not be much inferior to that of the Ironwood Staff.

“Ah…”

At this moment, Hermann, whose head had been smashed and whose neck and vocal cords were all destroyed, suddenly let out a sharp scream.

The chest cavity expands and contracts with a violent amplitude.

Bang! Ron's body suddenly stopped, as if he was hit hard on the head by a hammer.

My eyes suddenly felt dizzy, and some fishy-sweet liquid seemed to seep out of the tip of my nose.

This was the first time Herman resisted since the beginning of the battle.

The sound of blasphemy!

The voice was still echoing, and Ron's eyes were filled with red lines, each one clearly visible, and the blood vessels on his forehead and face were prominent, like delicate venomous snakes.

The feeling of fainting lasted for just a second. Relying on his strong willpower, Ron threw the Dark Bible in his hand.

Bang! This time, the Dark Bible hit Hermann's chest accurately, and during the collision, a sound like metal clashing was heard.

Hermann's body, which had not yet fully recovered, was thrown into the air again. The wall, which had been mostly shattered by the ironwood staff, collapsed with a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose up.

Ron wiped the area under his nose, which was covered in scarlet red.

The broken body on the opposite side seemed to sense that the situation was not good and tried to escape.

Ron reached out and touched the storage ring. Several scrolls appeared in his palm, and he threw them all towards the remains of Hermann in front of him.

call……

In an instant, blazing flames rose up on the ground.

With Hermann's body as the center, a not-too-big circle was formed, and the flames shot up to a height of several meters... The third-level black beast was unable to resist its instinctive fear of fire.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He jumped up on his legs and tried to escape in mid-air.

But a huge golden hammer suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and hit Hermann's head, which had just recovered halfway, with a clang, and directly knocked Hermann's body down again.

Hammer of punishment!

A rare offensive skill for a priest. Of course, Ron doesn't know this skill yet. This is all due to the power of the scroll.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ron picked up the ironwood staff again, crossed the blockade of fire, and walked to Hermann.

Before Hermann could get up from the ground, he tried to utter blasphemous sounds again. This was his only way to hurt Ron.

But a foot stepped heavily on Hermann's chest...and his chest, which had just swelled up, immediately deflated.

The blasphemous voice that was ready to be uttered was also stillborn.

Ron grabbed the ironwood staff with both hands, and the staff hung naturally, as if he was holding a huge cross in his hands.

The slightly slender end was pointed at Hermann's chest, where the real core of the black beast was.

Just as Ron raised his arm and was about to pierce Herman's chest, a shrill voice suddenly came from a distance: "Spare his life!"

The repairman's intervention did come.

Ron was not surprised at all. All this was within his expectations. He knew that this was the real opponent.

[Beep, infinite death system activated. ]

[Mission Description: Herman will not die easily. You are not fighting against one person, you are challenging the majesty of fate.]

[Optional mission objective 1: Follow the guidance of fate and let Herman go! ]

[Task Reward: None! ]

[Perhaps, a merciful fate will give you a brief chance to live! ]

[Optional Mission Objective 2: Kill Herman, and then try to survive! ]

[Quest Reward: Ostara's Fragment! ]

[Death countdown: 600 seconds! ]

It seems that the repairman really cares about this chess piece!

Ron sneered, and without stopping for a moment, he thrust the tip of his ironwood staff into Herman's chest!

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