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"squeak!!!"
Hamelin's badly beaten body was trembling continuously.
A hysterical cry came from his mouth!
A projection that adapts to the limits of Matthew and the others will not be so powerful that the three of them are unable to fight back.
But it is not easy to kill him completely!
"quick!"
Luke shouted loudly.
He could already feel the gnawing pain coming from his internal organs!
The feeling of constantly recovering and then being bitten drove him crazy.
Luke suddenly threw the war blade in the direction of Hamelin, and then roared loudly with anger.
Although his body is not strong enough to use throwing weapons, simply throwing weapons is not a problem.
After training, he is still somewhat accurate.
Although Luke had not yet felt the approach of death at this time, the deathly silence was already waving to him not far away.
Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't change his current state, because the shadow rats had already clung to him.
No matter how hard he struggled, these cruel and vicious little things would never leave him.
"ha!"
Matthew's yelling was a bit sharp, but no one was in the mood to laugh at his broken voice.
The two weapons pressed down on both sides, and a green light flashed across his body!
suppress!
Skills from the Barbarian.
Attack the enemy by bursting into anger and turning it into stress.
Matthew, who was stepping on Hamelin's stomach, struck Hamelin's upper abdomen deeply.
The burst of pressure made Hamelin like a squeezed can. After making an indescribable noise, pus and blood spattered everywhere!
The yellow-green paste contained unformed mouse embryos and looked as disgusting as gold juice with broken pieces.
Among them, a strong stench rushed towards Matthew's sensitive nasal cavity.
The shadow rats that were not slow-moving had already clung to Matthew, but the power that the weakened Hamelin could provide to the shadow rats began to fade.
Streams of blood spattered from Matthew's legs and fell on Hamelin's body.
The shadow rats are now unable to completely swallow everything in their mouths, and Hamelin's death is imminent!
"die!"
Rumlow once again raised the hammer and brought it down heavily on Hamelin's head.
His anger is full!
This time, the Hammer of the Ancestors directly smashed Hamelin's head into a puddle of minced meat, and then everything Hamelin created was turned into ashes in an instant!
The group of shadow rats clinging to Luke disappeared in an instant, revealing the bloody chest and legs with only white bones stained red by the flowing blood.
He still stood firmly on the spot, but the bleeding continued.
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"Madoc, I don't understand why you would eliminate this."
Bulcasso took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"If a child trusts you, admires your strength, and then dies due to your negligence. Can you still say that?"
Madoc raised his head and looked at Bulcasso in front of him.
"I don't know, but I know I can't save everyone."
Bulcaisel didn't care about Madoc's questions.
Should heroes save everyone?
No hero has ever been able to do this. The road to saving the world is always accompanied by sacrifice.
"I failed to save Deckard Cain, and I failed to save Leah. Even now everyone in the sanctuary is displaced, avoiding Malthael's half-hearted search."
Bulcasso took a swig of wine.
"But can you say that I haven't changed anything? I will grieve, but I will not leave a legend in the name of sadness, Madoc! Blind sadness has never been valuable."
Bulcasso put down the wine bottle in his hand and walked towards the golden portal leading to the secret realm.
Rumlow and the others won, but they were covered in scars and needed some help.
Interfering with the secret realm after it has ended is not considered a violation of the rules.
After all, blood bottles are not omnipotent, and those thirty seconds are enough for them to watch a life pass away.
Now Rumlow and the others are real barbarian warriors.
"Why can you ignore this?"
Madoc grasped the handle of the giant ax and shouted to Bulcasso.
"Because I am not a prophet. I only fight until the last moment when death is inevitable. And before you meet an invincible opponent, you still have a choice."
Bulcaisel's figure completely penetrated into the secret realm, leaving Madoc looking at the projection above his head.
When the identities of prophet and warrior are combined into one, it may not be a good thing for a barbarian.
Even though Madoc has never escaped from a battle, he always has the right to choose that others do not have because he can know the outcome in advance.
Choice will lead to hesitation, and people who hesitate will always be immersed in the past and cannot extricate themselves.
"Well Madoc, your heir did well."
Tarik reached out and held Madoc's shoulder, watching Bulcaisel in the projection stuffing the medicine bottle into Luke's mouth.
"Madoc, you have to know that Nilasek made the wrong choice in complex thinking. Barbarians don't need to think so much. It's enough to know what is right and then walk on this path.
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Kerik held the brazier in his hand and walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.
As the most conscientious gatekeeper of the Holy Mountain, he is going to welcome new visitors.
The Holy Mountain told him that those human beings had a being somewhat similar to him, and he planned to go see if he could get an heir.
"Olac, do you really not like this girl? She has done quite well so far."
Banal did not get involved in the discussion of the Gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain. He knew all about Madoc's past and expressed disdain for it.
Just like he has never looked down on those elders, Berserker Barnal only likes fighting, the kind of fighting that does not require thinking!
"Who can always turn the tide? Bulcaisel?"
Orak looked a little shaken as he watched Jessica hiding in the underground maze in the projection.
Everything Jessica encountered was almost consistent with what he experienced at that time, and what happened next was the real test.
Orak was moved by the pain of being blocked by the zombies and almost suffocating.
"Death that is approaching quickly will not leave much pain. When death approaches slowly, it is the beginning of despair."
Orak muttered casually, his face falling into shadow as he lowered his head.
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"Death!"
Jessica smashed the head of the zombie closest to her with a somewhat crazy fist, and then cut off the arm reaching for her with an axe.
Jessica, who was forced back into the house by the zombies, luckily discovered the secret door hidden under the carpet. When she entered the house, she tripped on the carpet and found this chance of survival.
Jessica got into the maze, closed the door of the maze, and then listened to the dense sounds coming from the door in the darkness.
To be continued...