Chapter 166
[You have been upgraded!] 】
[lv.55→lv.56]
The free attribute points increased by another ten points. Unfortunately, Su Xingyuan still couldn't perform the operation immediately.
His goal is actually very simple. Within this month, the lowest level needed to be raised to level 60. He didn't have high requirements.
It seems that there are only four levels away from the goal, but now in the late stage of the game, if you don’t hunt the demon king, you need to grind for each level of experience bit by bit, and upgrading is very difficult.
Therefore...this kind of small BOSS should not be wasted.
The black-haired young man tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on the two berserk gods who were besieging the black dragon.
It was obvious that Su Xingyuan was the culprit who made them unable to die, but they all chose to attack his pet first.
It seems that even if reason is engulfed by resentment and anger, it is still human instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.
It is also possible to hand them over to the Black Dragon. Although the Blessed One is very difficult to deal with after going berserk, the Black Dragon has been with him for so long, and Su Xingyuan would throw magic crystals to it whenever he had them to improve its strength. The resources invested are not small. If even so, the gap between the strength of the Black Dragon and him is still too big, Su Xingyuan might consider how to turn the pet into a real experience bar.
"Let's make it quick and decisive."
The black-haired boy smiled refreshingly and spoke in a brisk voice.
Before he finished speaking, just as he was smiling, an extremely long knife suddenly crossed over and pointed directly at the warrior in heavy armor!
The soldier's pupils, which were already filled with bright red, suddenly shrank.
He still had some memories and vaguely knew that the black-haired boy's inhuman speed was the most terrifying thing about him.
Let’s not talk about how powerful Su Xingyuan’s attack was. Even if his strength was slightly weaker, he would be cut into pieces under the intensive attack that he could not avoid at all.
The warrior originally thought that after receiving the blessing of the god who was good at observation and as swift as the wind, he could keep up with Su Xingyuan's movements and at least have the strength to fight. However, until the knife was close at hand, he could only reluctantly admit -
Even though his eyesight and speed had been greatly enhanced and he had already surpassed human limits, he was unable to see clearly the moment when Su Xingyuan combined the two swords into one!
"boom--"
A huge force penetrated his body, and the force that swung through the warrior's body directly created a horrible big hole in the ground without any contact with the ground. The man was knocked out in an instant, and his heavy body at this moment was like a kite with its string cut, and his body even remained suspended in the air for a short time.
However, at this moment, the huge, familiar, dying panic once again enveloped his heart.
Because at the moment when he was suspended in the air, the figure of the black-haired boy appeared above him without any warning!
The nearly two-meter-long knife had been disassembled and was held in the left and right hands of the black-haired boy; his arms were crossed in front of him, with the blades pointed at the body that was within reach, and his green eyes were like dried paint, staring at his enemy calmly without any fluctuations.
It's like looking at a cold corpse.
The man's instinct suddenly sounded an alarm. The reaction ability and speed given to him by the god who protected him made him subconsciously tighten the sword in his hand. He should have defended, but he attacked instead!
Deep hatred reached its peak and controlled his entire body!
Even if the two knives fell on both sides of his body and cut his body into three parts along their intended trajectory, he would not hesitate or freeze at all, and would throw away all his defenses just to stab the sword in his hand into Su Xingyuan's brain!
The shape of the warrior's pupils changed, and the signs of his humanity faded again. The only thing that remained unchanged was the deep hatred that demanded revenge at all costs.
“Squeak——”
The sound of a sharp weapon breaking through flesh and blood rang out instantly!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the red liquid rose high, reflecting a bright luster under the moonlight. The black dragon that was fighting seemed to have sensed something and turned its head to look in the direction of the black-haired boy and the warrior.
The mage's eyes, which were filled with a hint of ecstasy and expectation, froze completely after he saw clearly what had happened.
As expected, the warrior's body broke into three pieces. Because the speed was so fast, his body didn't even react to being cut open, and was still moving in vain, following the rhythm of his breathing.
The sword that he was about to stab at the black-haired boy with the intention of dying together was easily avoided by the other party who just turned his head slightly.
The long sword brushed past his ear and cut off a few strands of the hunter's black hair, but his expression did not change at all, as if he had anticipated the final result the moment the long sword pierced through him, and he didn't need to care at all, nor did he have to dodge much.
The movement was so light that it seemed not even enough to disturb the butterflies.
The mage opened his mouth and watched helplessly as the warrior's idea of dying together failed. Without even a scratch on Su Xingyuan, he was broken into three pieces.
She finally understood that even if she asked for help from God and transformed her body into this appearance... they still could not defeat Su Xingyuan.
A huge black shadow pressed down from overhead.
[Your pet [Black Dragon] has killed [Frenzy Blessed One]! 】
Su Xingyuan tilted his head slightly, looked at the black dragon who looked like he was asking for credit, blinked his eyes, smiled and said, "Well done."
When he saw this notice, he remembered that he had never given the black dragon a name.
All of his knives have names, and he will keep them well even if their durability is reduced. If the name is not nice, he will personally replace it with a new one. But the Black Dragon, this pet that has been with him for quite some time, doesn’t even have a name. Even after it grew into an adult, it is still called a simplified version of “Black Dragon”.
But that doesn't matter.
Su Xingyuan looked away as if nothing had happened.
He took a step forward and instantly came to the Holy Son who was pretending to be dead, squatted down, and said, "Has your God abandoned you?"
“——How pitiful.”
The black-haired boy stretched out the last line of his voice, and his tone didn't sound like pity, but rather regret.
The Son of God, who had not been given power by the gods from beginning to end, was shaking slightly uncontrollably. If it were before, he would still feel resentful. Why could other blessed ones get the power to kill their enemies with their own hands, while he could only wait here like a fish on a chopping board waiting to die?
You know, Su Xingyuan inflicted just as many injuries on him, but he just healed his own injuries first.
But after truly realizing that Su Xingyuan's purpose was to force out the power bestowed by God and then kill... he suddenly felt fortunate that he was not protected by the gods.
At least this way you can save your life, right?
Su Xingyuan will definitely not kill him. Su Xingyuan is the most resource-saving person. He will definitely support himself until he obtains the God-given power...! What does torture matter? What does pain matter? As long as I can survive...! !
With such a strong desire to survive, the Holy Son raised his head with an almost ferocious expression and opened his mouth, trying to persuade Su Xingyuan to take him back -
“Too weak.”
He seemed to hear a slight sigh.
However, the expression of the black-haired boy who was looking down at him, with his head slightly tilted to the side supported by his hand, did not contain any sigh or helplessness.
Under the pale moonlight, the black-haired boy, with his back to the moonlight, was completely shrouded in darkness. Only his pair of cold snake-like eyes emitted a cold light that only wild beasts in the jungle could emit in the dark. He swept over his prey inch by inch without any emotion.
The Son's blood gradually turned cold.
He realized that things seemed different from what he had imagined.
“Too weak.”
The black-haired boy repeated it again, he stood up slowly and placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.
"Wasting time prohibited."
He saw nothing, not even the flash of a knife. When his sight flew far away in an instant, the Son of God saw his incomplete body and realized that something horrible seemed to have happened. And after a few seconds, blood gushed out like a fountain.
The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes and smiled, revealing a small, pointed fang.
"So, I can only send you to hell."
*
The battle is over. Less than 24 hours have passed since Su Xingyuan ordered An Qian to do the job, which means he has exceeded the task target.
This is good. After all, 24 hours alone is not a long time, but if calculated over a month, it is only one-thirtieth of the amount.
Su Xingyuan was actually not willing to spend so much time hunting down the blessed ones.
He put [Mist] back into the scabbard.
If it weren't for this knife, it would be a big problem to complete these tasks, let alone complete them ahead of schedule.
After all, in addition to special effects, equipment sometimes also has its own skills and can add attributes to players.
With Su Xingyuan's current poor attribute points, if it weren't for his equipment, he would probably be an auxiliary hunter who can only wander around, with a sky-high movement speed and less than five damage.
The regret is that the experience brought by two berserk blessed ones and one ordinary blessed one is still not enough to reach level 57.
Su Xingyuan estimated the remaining experience bar, opened the mini-map, and located the nearest portal.
Clear all the portals on the map within Country A, and you should be able to reach level 57.
Twenty-four hours are up and the first day is over.
A figure in a black wizard robe jumped out of the portal, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and it did not stop at all.
The team that was preparing to attack the portal had not yet completed their pre-war mobilization when they saw the portal slowly closing.
They looked at each other and came to the obvious conclusion.
The only one who could capture the portal under the noses of so many people and at a speed so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye could only be the hunter.
As a foreign hunter, it is shameless to attack the portal without any permission. However, when I think of the miserable bodies of the blessed ones lying in Laman Park this morning...
No one dared to do anything to stop the black-haired hunter.
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