Chapter 468 Their current situation (3)

Author: Half-wounded but not broken

Chapter 468 Their current situation (3)

The man who emerged from the snow looked like a pervert.

This is not Lu Jie's curse, but a literal description.

His body was tied up with restraints and chains, his hands were shackled behind his back, his legs were also shackled, and he was even dragging an iron ball.

The eyes were tied tightly with belts, and many nails were driven into the ears and lips.

The nails mentioned here are not the kind used for decoration, but real big ship nails.

In addition, there is not a single piece of good flesh on his body. There are either scars left by cuts with sharp objects or skin destroyed by corrosive liquids. Many traces of being burned can also be found.

Just walking on the street in such an outfit is enough to call the police, and following Lu Jie, who looks like a cute little girl in her teens, can really only be described as a pervert.

Lu Jie also regretted it. She knew from the beginning that someone was following her, and she was too lazy to pay attention to him. But now she was too bored, so she asked someone to come out.

In the end, it would be better not to come out!

Glancing at the holy emblem on the opponent's chain, Lu Jie said in disgust:

"Believers of Lovita? Didn't your mother and your SM-loving goddess tell you not to go out casually? It's so disgusting."

Sadistic goddess Lovita is the most famous SM lover, or her hobby is not something that ordinary lovers can bear.

The believers are mainly composed of liars, executioners, evil warriors, and fallen paladins. They belong to a very small evil sect.

Normally, you cannot call God by his real name casually. Even if Lovita has only weak divine power and the church is very small, God is God and it will cause you trouble.

Obviously, Lu Jie didn't care about this. Not only did she praise her followers, but she also praised Lauvita herself...

"I have no interest in interfering with other people's hobbies, but I like to torture others but never do the same to myself. It feels like a sign of timidity to me. Pain Girl has this little ability, and she deserves to be famous.

bitch."

Not to mention that the devout believers would be furious after listening to Lu Jie's words, if the sadistic goddess Lovita looked through the holy symbol, she would also be furious.

However, the other party turned a deaf ear to it, as if he didn't hear it.

Lu Jie acted very peaceful, but in fact she was quite confused in her heart.

I don’t know if you have noticed that there are no priests among the demon kings.

In all the Demon King Arenas that Perrenli has experienced, he has never seen any magical casters, whether they are priests, druids, or other weird ones.

The same was true for Lu Jie. She had always thought that a priest would not become a demon king, but the heavy SM lover in front of her had Lovita's holy symbol on his body.

It's a bit abnormal, but you still have to be careful.

As soon as he stood up, he was scolded, but the other party never said anything back. He waited patiently for Lu Jie to finish scolding her, then she pulled her lips that were stuck by nails and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"The Demon King...the Slayer."

Then he got back into the snowdrift at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his appearance. The pile of straps and shackles on his body didn't seem to have any impact on his movements.

As soon as Lu Jie heard this, she knew why this pervert came to her door. Ever since Ever Dark City, she had defeated the Demon King Slayer many times, so it was not surprising.

Lu Jie's eyes glanced left and right, seemingly looking for where the person was. In fact, her eyes were always chasing the pervert who had sneaked into the snow. The other person was moving unexpectedly fast under the snow.

"It's interesting."

Lu Jie let go of the staff, and the latter slowly retreated back as if it could levitate in the air.

At this time, Lu Jie lowered her head and looked at her feet. She heard a bang, and the followers of Lovita who had just dug into the snow came out.

——Then he was punched out by Lu Jie.

Although the speed is fast, it is far inferior to Lu Jie's dynamic vision. The strength is indeed not weak, but it is not as good as the werewolf in Changdian City before.

But the strange thing is that the feeling after Lu Jie punched him was like a ball of marshmallow hit, without any force at all.

The opponent rolled around in the snow several times, finally lost the force of the punch, and stood up again squirming like a caterpillar.

"You guy..."

Lu Jie narrowed her eyes and said in an uncertain tone for the first time:

"A lot of them are not human, right?"

The other party did not answer. To be precise, he did not answer in human words. He let out a roar that sounded like pain...

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At the same time, on the towering mountain peak——

Dürer felt that he needed to practice flying. This was a considerable burden on his weak magic power, but if he had flying skills, at least he would not crash into the mountain wall.

When he fell from the sky not long ago, he was actually in the same batch as Perenli, but in that messy environment, neither Perenli nor Durer found each other.

After falling through the clouds, Perenli just happened to fly over the edge of the mountain, and Dürer was unlucky enough to take a photo of it...

This time the Demon King Arena was very suspicious from head to toe. Although Durer learned from other Demon Kings near his seat that this time should be a watershed for the new Demon King, at first he thought it would be a little more difficult at most.

There need to be more fights, that's all.

Facts have proved that he still kept things simple.

Dürer was not stupid, but the Sutton barbarians' tendency to think straightforwardly made him too lazy to think too much.

After digging himself off the mountain wall, Duler began a journey of searching for people. He was not looking for an acquaintance, but anyone. He quickly finished the fight and went back. There was no time to waste in the Demon King Arena. Duler also had a person.

He had to cope with the final exam of the Magic Academy. If he failed the exam, his scholarship would be revoked. For him, this was much scarier than the Demon King's Arena.

This area is completely mountainous. It can also be said that Dürer is standing on the top of the mountain. The place where he can step down is less than five meters wide. On the left and right sides are mountains that are obscured by the sea of ​​clouds and looming. It is still difficult to go down the mountain.

It's really not an easy thing.

Before Dürer hit the mountain wall, he saw someone hitting the mountain wall like him. He couldn't see the exact number, but there were seven or eight of them.

The direction Duler walked was towards their position. Although he didn't know how to get 100 points to pass the level, he just had to fight and he would pass the level after finishing the game.

——The thinking of the Sutton barbarians is so stubborn.

Dürer had good luck, but it could also be said that he had bad luck.

He was lucky because he headed in the direction where someone fell and found the person within ten minutes. But he was unlucky because the person he found was not a weakling.

"Donor, your fighting spirit has been locked on the young monk. Do you want to compete with him?"

Holding a long stick and wearing a thin monk's robe, this literal monk salutes with one hand.

Judging from the body shape, the two of them are not in the same weight class. This monk has a strong body and is not from a barbarian like Dürer. His muscles are all bulging like a devil's muscular man. But Dürer only glanced at it and knew that this man was definitely

Master.

His tone was calm and natural, as if he was chatting, but his body posture did not reveal any flaws. Even a sneak attack would definitely not have any advantage.

Barbarians long for glorious battles, and those who believe in the God of War regard this as their lifelong goal.

A strong enough opponent will definitely make the barbarians extremely happy. What can make them so excited is probably the wine and the beautiful young lady.

Durer is a devout believer of Tempus, the god of war, and the blood of the Sutton barbarian is boiling in his body. The instinct from the blood tells him that you need to fight with him.

"Dürer, Sutton Barbarian!"

Dürer took out his newly purchased recurved sword and solemnly stated his name.

The other party did not disappoint, and immediately raised the long stick in his hand and performed a stick dance:

"The young monk's name is Qingning. I hope the donor can teach me."

Dürer didn't understand what the name meant, and he didn't understand why the other party always called him donor, but that didn't matter.

"I'm here! I'm full of energy!"

Without exchanging pleasantries, Dürer directly activated the surge of energy, spurting out a large amount of ferocious energy from every pore in his body, rushing towards the little monk Qingning like a heavy truck, and the surging air waves shattered everything on the path.

Stones blew off the cliff one after another.

But the monk did not move. He stared at the menacing Dürer, stood on one leg, and made a horizontal move with the long stick in his hand:

"The white crane spreads its wings!"

If Pei Renli were present, I'm afraid he would find it very strange. This kind of martial arts mixed with magical style may be fantasy.

But this does not affect the monk's abilities.

As soon as Dürer swung down the recurved sword he held high, he immediately felt his wrist go numb. The end of the long stick accurately hit the hilt of the recurved sword. The force was so strong that Dürer almost couldn't hold the sword.

When the white crane spreads its wings, naturally it shows two wings.

The monk spun the long stick and hit Dürer on the temple with the other end.

Of course, Dürer was not just reckless. He tightened his grip on the sword and switched from slashing to blocking. There was a crisp sound. Dürer successfully blocked the blow with his recurve sword, but a string of arrows immediately spread across the sword.

Fine cracks.

"White crane bounces its legs!"

The monk in front of him disappeared from sight. In fact, Qingning just squatted down quickly and used the force of his counterattack to kick Du Le's lower body with a kick.
To be continued...