It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1342 The legendary demon takes action! He’s snatching Little Gretel! (Lucky Year of the Rabbit!)
Chapter 1342 The legendary demon takes action! He’s snatching Little Gretel! (Lucky Year of the Rabbit!)
Bernard stopped reflexively.
What's this?
What is this feeling?!
It was thrilling, and the clouds were threatening to rain. He had felt this heavy pressure many times, but before, he had never felt it from such a distance - Boss, why on this battlefield...
As soon as he was distracted like this, he was immediately hit by a claw from the opposite side. Blood spurted from his right upper arm, and he flew backwards several meters.
Fortunately, Appa had been diligently charging nearby. When he saw this, he immediately flew out a bolt of lightning to repel the opponent, and at the same time quickly threw a few healing spells at him.
Bernard calmed down, moved his arms, and felt that he could still bear it, and immediately rushed forward again. The boss was about to advance again, and he couldn't be left too far behind!
Fight!
Fight!!!
He has also reached the threshold, he must advance quickly!
Three feet away from Bernard, Idian glanced at the battle line and jumped back quickly...
Although I only experienced it once, that time left an extremely deep impression. That feeling of overwhelming the world, that kind of pressure that the whole world is watching, is it Little Grete?
It must be Little Gretel!
This little guy, if you want to advance, don't come to the battlefield! Look, something is wrong with the enemy on the opposite side...
He jumped up and quickly returned to defense. He was not missing on the battle line. He never let go of the strength of the legendary warrior. However, if something happened to little Gretel, it would be the end!
While leaping forward, this legendary warrior blew the silver whistle with all his strength.
The whistle containing "emergency, accident, calling for help" was sharp and sharp, swinging across the battlefield, spreading to the rear in waves -
Someone come!
Someone come quickly!
Here are some legends!
A few more!!!
He has already felt the pressure on the other side, the deep, thick, crazy pressure in the big crack!
Once this wave of pressure rises, he, a legendary warrior, really cannot stop it!!!
In the big crack, Livia Anson slowly raised her head.
Across the thick rocks and the towering stalactites hanging upside down, it stretched out its long scarlet forked tongue and gently licked its lips. That taste... that taste...
They have wandered in the darkness for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, clinging to the walls of the world and paying a huge price to carve out such a crack.
The world's defense and the world's hatred have kept them firmly pressed into the ground, unable to raise their heads. The weak can still break out of the cracks, but the stronger they are, the greater the pressure they will be.
A strong person who exceeds a certain limit will feel severe pain all over his body, as if he is being burned, even if he barely manages to cross the crack. Even if he barely persists, his strength will drop rapidly, and gradually, the whole body will turn into ashes.
Not to mention, the resources on the vehicles that carry them are becoming less and less and are about to be exhausted.
Although they barely polluted the sea and attracted a group of thugs, their own subordinates are still getting fewer and fewer, and they are getting weaker and weaker!
To gain recognition from the world... to gain the world's care and gifts... only that kind of thing can allow them to live in this fresh, delicious, and vibrant world!
And now, Livia Anson smells this smell. It's right across the crack, right above her head, right within their reach...
Just a wave of charge, as long as they rush over with all their strength...overturning rock formations, drilling through soil, cutting off tree roots...
Pass through twenty blades, fifty blades, one hundred blades...
As long as they rush through such a short distance, they can get something crucial that allows them to gain a foothold here!
"Send the order!"
In the darkness, Livia Anson stood up abruptly. Her smelly, greasy tail swept from left to right, knocking away dozens of little guys waiting around:
"Army attack!!!"
The heart-wrenching trumpet sound sounded miserably everywhere underground. This trumpet sound was more of a restraint than an urging:
The monsters that were rolling, pushing and trying to pour out of the big rift at all costs suddenly slowed down.
Immediately, the big devil, who was as tall as a person and with strong muscles, roared, shouted, and waved his whip, asking the little devils to line up and make a passage against the cold and damp stone wall;
The spiked demon with spikes on its tail and the chain demon with iron chains and iron balls wrapped around its body swam through the passage and randomly grabbed a few stronger little demons;
The soul-chasing demon, whose whole body was covered with black smoke and whose face was unclear, followed lightly, stretched out its long, spider-like pointed claws, and tapped lightly.
Black smoke curled up from the fingertips and fell on the spiked demons and chain demons. They drove these little demons away and marched in a queue towards the top of the rift.
Seeing the thin skylight right in front of them, these demons, big and small, suddenly exploded on the spot, turning into balls of filthy blood.
The blood condensed into black clouds and slowly moved over the battlefield. The demons under the black clouds all breathed a sigh of relief and cheered and roared from the bottom of their hearts...
It wasn't until black clouds covered the entire battlefield that a group of particularly distinctive demons crawled out of the cracks in the ground.
They may be extraordinarily tall. Standing there, they are at least five or six people tall, or even taller than an ancient tree;
Or have two pairs, three pairs or even more pairs of arms, each holding a variety of gleaming sharp blades;
Or the body is burning with blazing magical flames, and the dirty black brilliance is constantly spitting out;
Or it may look weird, and just looking at it will make you dizzy, make you feel weak, or make you want to walk to the other side in a daze...
Not to mention the pressure that rises higher and higher. Just standing on the front line makes people feel so heavy that they can hardly breathe.
Idian's face changed drastically. He blew the silver whistle again with great force, the rhythm was extremely fast, completely different from before:
Ask for help!
Ask for help!
The opponent has a legend! This pressure requires at least three legends!
Alas, little Gretel, you are just entering a new level, why is there such a big fuss!
You are only an advanced and junior level. Using the human grading method, you are only at level 13. Even the high-level and advanced people can’t make as much noise as you!
Even if there is a lot of noise, at least move to another place! This place is too close to the battlefield! Too close, too close!
It's just me and a row of ancient trees, so I really can't protect you! Alas, when it comes to an emergency, Miss Serira, I don't know if I can grab you and fly away...
Gretel had no idea about these changes in the situation. He had even lost his awareness of his surroundings and fell into meditation with all his heart:
Blood replenishment magic, research on chromosomes, and rehydration magic. After three rounds of research, until today he combined blood replenishment and rehydration magic into one, the will of the world finally gave him enough feedback: