Broad World

"That's because those fighters are not strong enough. One day I will prove to you that a pure fighter can reach that height." Aberdell is still stubborn, and he is unwilling to admit the fact that mages are stronger than fighters.

But that's to be expected. After all, many people who choose melee professions discriminate against magic and divine arts, thinking that they are unstable. Some guys even cited examples, such as the goddess of magic falling twice, causing tens of thousands of mages to lose their power, Falling into madness, far less safe and stable than a sword in hand.

But these guys forget that magic is a ubiquitous energy. As long as they study it in depth, they can completely get rid of the dependence on the multi-magic net. Even if the goddess of magic falls again one day, they can still cast spells in another way. The most important thing is that the sword also has a day of rusting and breaking. Is it because the tool has a problem and it is permanently discarded? Obviously, this statement is completely unreliable.

The argument between the two did not last long, and soon they arrived at the gate of the Women Warriors Association. Without any hesitation, Henry lowered his voice and ordered, "Drag me in, and be as rough as possible."

"Okay, as you wish." Aberdell also knew that it was not the time to be polite, so he grabbed Henry by the neck, pushed open the door and rushed in. As soon as he entered the house, he heard Feili's voice coming from inside, and within a few seconds, he walked out with a whip. She was wearing a translucent nightgown woven from spider silk, and all parts of her body could be seen clearly, especially the bumps on her chest and the thick hair in the middle were particularly attractive. Awakened from sleep, no wonder the temper is scary.

Aberdell swallowed subconsciously, and bowed lightly according to the plan: "Dear eldest daughter. I have brought the person you want as agreed."

He could feel that his whole body was heating up, his mouth was a little dry, and his lower body was rapidly congesting with blood. After just a few seconds, the small tent was set up, and even wearing armor, it was obvious that it was bulging.

The corners of Feili's mouth turned up slightly. He glanced there meaningfully, then deliberately swung his waist and hips, and gave Aberdell a warm hug: "Aha! It's great, as expected of the Son of God, to have completed the task so quickly It's unbelievable that you brought Nim back in such a short period of time." His experience in this field was obviously somewhat inexperienced. Unable to resist the physical desire, he began to sweat profusely in just a few seconds. Now any fool can see that this guy has already developed his mind, and I am afraid it is only a matter of time before he falls, especially those two eyes, which are almost about to pop out.

"Of course, my hero, you are entitled to know everything. But before that, let's talk about the situation of the Geralt family. Since you have captured their martial arts chief, you must know a lot of news." Fei said. He randomly found a chair and sat down, put his feet on the table, instantly revealing two slender thighs and half of the buttocks.

*Naked seduction!

Henry could even feel a weird smell in the air. There is no doubt that this is the effect of the volatilization of the potion, no wonder there is such a strong reaction. He didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately released a small ball of electric current silently, directly hitting the Son of Baal's skin through the metal armor.

Aberdell only felt a numbness in his body, and he regained consciousness in an instant, and the burning hope quickly subsided. He shuddered slightly, and immediately stared at Feili with vigilant eyes: "What did you do to me just now?"...

"Hehe, you're really sensitive, don't worry about it. It's just a little thing to enhance your feelings."

The cunning eldest daughter admitted her behavior very generously, and she was not ashamed but proud. For the dark elves. This trick is really nothing, even if it is exposed, most of them just smile knowingly. Both sides will not have too drastic action. But she obviously underestimated the tyranny hidden in the Son of Baal's heart.

"Biaozi! You actually want to control me! Go to hell!!!"

Without any warning, Aberdell erupted into a terrifying aura in an instant, his whole body was covered with red and black scales almost in the blink of an eye, and the veins on his ten fingers bulged out, turning into a terrifying aura in just a few seconds. claws. His eyeballs were already filled with blood red color, as long as he took a look, he would be affected by the endless killing.

Seeing this situation, Henry couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart: "Damn it! Something went wrong at such a time."

Obviously, anger allowed the God of Slaughter's subconscious to dominate his body again. Although he hadn't completely transformed into a terrifying Slayer, he had already lost his sanity, leaving only the most primitive instincts. Looking at this posture, I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover without tearing all the creatures in front of me into pieces.

"Goddess! This... what kind of monster is this!!!" Feili also realized that he had caused a catastrophe, and quickly waved his whip to try to get the son of Baal who was rushing over. But it's a pity that the seemingly vicious snake's head whip was like a piece of rope in front of the incomplete killer, and it was directly torn to pieces.

You must know that before Barr's fall, the form of the Slayer was his incarnation, possessing the same power as a god. Except for a few legendary weapons and armors, others will shatter if touched lightly, especially those sharp claws that shone with gleaming light, even sharper than dragon claws.

"Roar!!!!" Aberdell opened his mouth and let out a low growl, tearing apart the eldest daughter's belly with one claw.

Blood splattered everywhere! A large section of intestines flowed out from the foot-long opening.

The severe pain made Feili immediately understand his situation, and he yelled frantically: "No!!! You can't kill me! Stop! As a high-ranking priestess, I order you to stop!"

But all of this was of no avail, Aberdare, who was dominated by killing instinct, couldn't listen to any words at all, and continued to wave his sharp claws to grab more flesh and blood. The moment he was about to dig out the heart of his eldest daughter, he was kicked away by a rushing black shadow, knocking many tables and chairs away before he stopped slowly.

This black shadow is none other than Henry who has been pretending to be dead. But at the moment he couldn't pretend anymore. Because Fei Li was dying, blood was pouring out from the wound in his stomach like a fountain. In addition, a large number of intestines were pulled out of the body, and it seemed that it would die soon.

"Save... me... save me..." the ambitious eldest daughter cried out weakly. Her eyesight had already started to loosen slowly. It seems that his consciousness is not very clear, and he can't even perform magic spells to save himself.

"Oh my God! What the hell did I do to have such a problem at such a critical moment." Henry complained, taking out a bottle of powerful healing potion and preparing to pour it down for Feili.

The moment the bottle cork was just opened, he suddenly felt a warning sign, and quickly rolled over on his side. Facts have proved that this action is simply too wise, I saw an afterimage instantly rushing to the place where I was standing just now. Even the marble on the ground was scratched and shattered, and countless stone chips were scattered and scattered. It hurts to shave my face.

"Roar!!!!"

Aberdare, who lost his mind, let out a deep roar again, exuding a chilling aura all over his body. He has completely lost his human form at this moment, with black and red scales, a thick tail, sharp claws that can easily cut through stones, and a big mouth full of fangs, just like the complete form of a killer.

Henry could even see that there was a plane channel extending from the throne of the God of Slaughter, directly connected to the son of Baal, whose body was supported by a steady stream of divine power. Form is maintained by burning the life force contained in the blood.

There is no doubt that such a situation cannot last at all, and it is very harmful to the body. In the case of losing his divinity. Once the last trace of life force is burned out, the person will die, whether it is soul or body, will be taken away and become a part of the bloody throne.

As an investor, Henry certainly couldn't just sit back and watch Aberdare die like this, so he could only draw out his weapon helplessly and muttered to himself: "Well, since you want to fight, come on, I will Teach you a reckless fool. Save yourself from losing control next time."

He couldn't care less about the dying Feili now, and he was engrossed in watching the killer's every move. to be able to respond at any time. You must know that the Slayer is not only good at biting and tearing, but also has a lot of spell-like abilities. This is recorded in ancient classics.

Aberdell licked the blood on his paws, then suddenly accelerated, and rushed up in less than a second, and there was a layer of light blue ice flakes on his paws, which brought a hint of coolness, and also brought a deadly threat.

"Oh? You can actually enchant your own claws? It's a good spell-like ability, but it's useless to me." Henry took out the book of a thousand spells, opened a page, and activated the spell on it.

In an instant, an invisible energy field surrounded him. When he was about a foot away from his body, the Slayer seemed to have bumped into something invisible.

Sixth-level magic "protective magic weapon", any object containing magic energy will be isolated by a powerful force field. Just one spell dispelled all the Slayer's attacks, which showed the power of high-level spellcasters.

However, the reason why the Slayer can be called Baal's incarnation is of course impossible to have such a little ability. After realizing that the claws and teeth were completely useless, it immediately opened its mouth, and spewed out a large amount of strong acid with a pungent smell from its throat. It was extremely corrosive, no less than an adult black dragon.

"Damn it! This is really disgusting." Henry frowned, turned the page again, put protective acid on himself, and then pulled the cloak to block his body.

Most of the acid was blocked by the magic wall, and the remaining few were also stopped by the cloak. After all, the outermost layer of this cloak is black dragon skin, which is extremely resistant to strong acid, and no acidic substance can cause any damage to the black scales.