Chapter 185, The Darkest Moonless Night (8)

A deep, dark ancient forest, a clearing filled with tall glowing moss and glowing mushrooms.

Gere's figure appeared.

He stepped on the platform ground composed of clusters of mushroom canopies, exhaled and relaxed.

"Phew, it's so dangerous."

Kil moved the double-edged metal spear in his hand to the open space in the distance, and then lay on his back on the tough yet elastic mushroom umbrella platform.

Open the visor and then remove the helmet.

The parts where the helmet connected to the neck armor were all deformed, and Kil had to use his gloved fingers to pull the deformed locks back into place before removing the helmet.

He stroked the surface of his armor with some distress. There were scratches from bow and arrow hits everywhere, and each bow and arrow hit would leave long or short sunken scratches on the surface of the armor.

The scratches and impact dents on the outside of the steel shoulder armor and arm armor are very slight, but the inside of the arms and the back and sides of the body, which are generally not hit by weapons, were made by Kiel. The armor was made by Gana craftsmen from ordinary iron materials.

Although they are all made of iron metal, the hardness and toughness of steel is much stronger than that of ordinary iron materials.

Sighing, Kil estimated that he would have to find an armor craftsman to give his armor a thorough repair.

The main reason is that the scratches and abrasions all over the body are really unsightly on the armor.

He lay down on the mushroom platform, letting the luminous mushrooms under him and around him gradually light up the strange patterns on the umbrella cover, gradually performing slow but effective treatment on his body.

Kil knew that the passage of time in the Mirk Forest dream was not consistent with the outside world, so he walked leisurely to heal his body and relieve his nervous spirit.

With his mouth idle, he started to whistle, shush~shh~ and played a lively tune.

Thinking of the thrilling situation just now but all in his calculations, Keir couldn't help but smile happily.

"Haha, I don't know what that guy will look like. But it won't be long before I can take a look for myself. Hum, the King of White Walls is really ridiculous. He is just a down-and-out person who lost power in the struggle of the nobles. It’s just a noble family of thieves.”

After complaining, Kil scratched the beard sprouting on his chin with his fingers, thinking of the weapons and equipment owned by his opponent.

"Hmph, it's all mine, it's all mine~"

He drew out his long sword and hunted. After sitting up carefully, he gently scratched his chin with the blade of the sword, carefully shaving off the beard that had grown wildly during adolescence.

The sword in his hand vibrated slightly, as if he was dissatisfied that Kil was using it to shave his beard instead of killing the enemy.

But then he was threatened by Kiel: "Hey, this is because I love you and trust you, do you understand? Why don't I use other weapons? I don't feel comfortable using other sharp blades to shave my beard."

"Otherwise, I will just use the newly acquired magic dagger to shave my beard. It is also lighter."

Long Sword Hunt was convinced by him and immediately obeyed.

Keir discovered that one advantage of shaving with a spiritual weapon is that as the owner of this spiritual weapon, when shaving, the weapon in his hand would consciously be careful not to hurt him with the sharp blade.

Feeling that his chin was smooth again, Kil satisfactorily put the hunting sword into its scabbard.

After sitting on the mushroom platform for a while, he felt much better. Although the continuous fierce fighting had consumed a lot of his physical strength and life energy, at least his injuries were much better.

The cold, moist air in the dream also cheered him up after breathing more.

But physical strength.

Kil climbed up from the mushroom platform. After hesitating for a while, he crossed his hands left and right, placed them on both sides of his armor, and then communicated with the blessed divine power pattern on his skin.

The leaves of the leaves sensed his strong thoughts, and then emitted a strong green light of divine power. If it were not blocked by the metal armor he was wearing, and if he was only wearing ordinary clothes, the intensity of the green light of divine power would probably be able to penetrate clothes.

But unlike the blue light emitted from the ribs on the surface of his body, the truly powerful divine power extends to the inside of his body.

From the blessing pattern inward, countless tiny tentacles of divine power extended to contact his internal organs, and spread along each blood vessel to all the physical tissues of his body.

The first time he used the 'vegetative source' blessing, it started slowly. The tentacles of divine power that extended to all parts of the body for the first time made Kil feel slightly itchy all over. There was also a feeling that was already full in his body. There is a new set of nerves and blood vessels all over the body.

The life energy in his body did not stop these new friends, because these divine tentacles looked the same as the divine power of the god of agriculture that existed in his body before, but they were stronger and more domineering.

Some of the life energy moving along the blood vessels in Kil's body naturally came into contact with the tiny tentacles of divine power that also spread along the blood vessels. As soon as they came into contact with this divine power, Kil's life energy seemed to be replenished. It was originally consumed. A lot of life energy became active again.

And Kil suddenly had a feeling that when he performed actions beyond the limits of the human body in previous battles, he would inevitably consume part of his reserved life energy.

But now, he feels that during the time when the blessing of infinite energy 'source of grass and trees' is in effect, no matter how he performs the actions of life energy support, his life energy will not be consumed, but will be consumed by the powerful agricultural power brought by the blessing. God's divine power is consumed instead.

Kil's eyes lit up, he whipped out his sword, and then slashed forward with great force.

call--

The powerful sword brought out a powerful whistling sound in the air.

This was something he had never seen before.

Because it’s not that it can’t be done, it’s just that it can’t be used.

With this sword strike, if ten people were stacked together, they would all be cut apart by the sword's powerful force.

Nowadays, his enemies are mostly ordinary humans. Even the bandit leader Nobby Fisbiru, who had just fought against him before, was afraid of the simple bow and arrow he fired, and obviously did not have many special means of self-defense.

Well, as a former nobleman, the opponent probably still has one or two self-defense magic items on him even if he falls into the trap. For example, he was exempted from the attack caused by the white light of the sun god's power before.

But pure force attacks are not so easy to block. After all, the attack of the divine white light only ends in one wave. But when he gets close, he swings the long sword, and in one breath, he can slash out more than ten swords. fatal.

Putting away his sword, Kil jumped off the mushroom platform, picked up the double-edged metal spear stuck in the ground, and swung it heavily.

The heavy metal spear was swung whistlingly in his hand. Although the speed was not fast, the force was extremely heavy. The wind brought up rolled up the surrounding luminous moss flowers.

The khaki old goblin popped its head out of a tree trunk. It yawned and became excited when it saw Keir going crazy alone in the clearing he entered every time.

Summoning its mount, it flew flutteringly in the air, watching as Kil wielded the metal spear, striking left and right like a river, and stabbing continuously like a scorpion's tail needle.

It clapped and cheered, and chirped in cheers.

Kil didn't know that at this time, because the blessing of the 'source of grass and trees' was activated in his eyes, his whole eyes were glowing with the green light of the grass and trees. Of course, his vision was not affected. On the contrary, because the life energy was replaced and consumed within a certain period of time, his vision was enhanced.

"You little thing, are you watching me juggle?"

Kil stopped the experiment in his hand and put a metal spear weighing dozens of kilograms on his shoulder.

Seeing Kil stop, the old goblin's little face felt bored. It waved goodbye to Kil, and then flew towards the colorful pond not far away.

Kil happened to be a little thirsty and planned to go over and drink some water that he had stored there before, so he followed him there.

The old goblin noticed Kil who was following him. He raised his eyebrows, which were no bigger than a sesame seed, and turned to look at Kil.

"What? You're not allowed to go to the pond too? After all, there's only one way."

As soon as Kil finished speaking, the old goblin sat on a snail shell as big as his palm, sank to the ground, and then disappeared.

"Hey, cheapskate."

After complaining, Kil walked towards the pond again.

But when he walked over, he immediately went crazy.

"The food I prepared! The water I prepared in advance! Damn it, they are not the raw materials you use to grow mushrooms! Ahhhh!"

Keir yelled, because in front of him, the bags of grain and the clear water stored in the water jars that he had taken the time to prepare for Dreamland were now covered with different colors and shapes. 'Poisonous mushrooms.

From the various mushrooms growing on the grain bags and the umbrellas emerging from the water jars, Kil recognized some of the mushrooms he had given to the goblin before.

This is where the weird mushrooms that appear everywhere in the dream come from.

But he didn't expect that just because he hadn't been to the pond for a while, the supplies stored here would be reduced to this by the little goblin.

"Hey! Come out! Didn't you agree not to touch the things I put in the box? You can only use the things you want to throw away by the pond! But look, you have done it What! I was fighting outside, and now I can’t even take a sip of water here.”

Keir walked back and forth in the open space by the pond, accusing at the top of his voice.

The little goblin heard what he said, licked his face and emerged from the ground. He smiled and patted the water jar that used to contain water but was now full of mushrooms emerging from the mouth of the jar.

Snap.

The jar, which was slapped hard twice, shook slightly, and the sound of water sloshing could be heard from inside.

Chirping, it patted its chest and pointed proudly at the water jug ​​beside it, apparently saying, I left some water for you to drink in the water jug.

But Kil's face was distorted with anger. He suppressed the thought of yelling and tried to explain to the little goblin no bigger than his palm: "I am a human. Do humans understand? A complex and fragile intelligent animal. We humans cannot Drink this water contaminated with poisonous mushrooms. You will die."

He sighed: "Even if you don't die, vomiting and diarrhea after drinking this unknown liquid will make everything worse. Can you understand?"

But the little goblin nodded to show that he understood what Keel said, but he still said he wanted you to come and taste the water in the jar.

"Hey, forget it, the common sense of fairies is indeed different from that of humans. I shouldn't have my hopes up."

Kil took a breath and put the spear on his shoulder again. He put on his helmet and got ready for battle again.

He clicked on the grain bags with mushrooms growing on them and the water storage tanks with mushroom caps protruding from them: "You should deal with them as soon as possible. When the opportunity is right, I will prepare more supplies. You, hey, I will prepare them specially. I’ll give you some supplies to tinker with those poisonous mushrooms.”

After saying that, Kil's figure quickly disappeared.

The little goblin waited for Kil to disappear and then laughed proudly. It floated up and slapped the poisonous mushrooms it had cultivated and bred one after another. Strangely, the mushrooms also shook their umbrella caps slightly and let out a gleeful laugh.

On the grain bag, the largest, palm-sized thick mushroom with a red umbrella and spots shook its roots vigorously, and then with a clatter, it fell from the grain bag placed on the shelf.

The little goblin excitedly called for its ride and flew to the place where the mushroom fell.

The poisonous mushroom struggled on the mossy ground for a moment, then the hyphae from its roots grew legs and stood up unsteadily.

The little goblin jumped off the snail shell and circled around the long-legged poisonous mushroom. It patted the poisonous mushroom as tall as itself with satisfaction, took out a set of colored pens from the little vest it was wearing, and then A human face is painted on the mushroom's thick stipe.

If you look closely, you can see that the face was painted in the image of Kiel. Not to mention, its painting skills are pretty good, and it is exactly the same as Kiel's face.

The little goblin patted his new follower with satisfaction, and stopped riding in the snail shell. He walked in front, and the poisonous mushrooms with long legs followed behind, swaying, and they patrolled the small open space of the pond.

Pointing to the 'tall' weapon rack in the distance, the little goblin chirped something to the long-legged poisonous mushroom behind him. The poisonous mushroom couldn't speak and only made some weird noises that resembled laughter.

But the little goblin understood it. It patted its chest and indicated that there were clean blood stains in the gaps of some weapons on the weapon shelf. It could be tasted by poisonous mushrooms.

So, led by the little goblin with a gray beard and followed by the poisonous mushroom with long legs, the small team strode towards the weapon shelf mountain.

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It was still a small clearing in the dark woods.

Nobby Fisbiru looked at the deserted empty space with a strange expression. It was strange that the young knight who was supposed to be cut off by the secret technique disappeared directly into the mouth of the skull driven by the secret technique.

"It's impossible? What went wrong? Isn't it? No, there was no such situation when I killed the knight before. But there has never been a situation where the secret technique appeared before. I didn't even know that the secret technique was driven out of the ground. skull."

Just when the bandit leader was squatting in the open space, suspicious.

Where Keir originally stood, a mystical skull appeared and reared its head to bite.

Sudden.

The figure of Keir reappeared here carrying a spear.

Nobby Fisbiru's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it. After all, his eyes didn't leave there at all, and Kil suddenly appeared.

"What's going on? Answer me! What's going on?"

He yelled, completely unaware of what he was getting into now and next.

The eye holes of Kil's steel mask glowed green, which looked very strange, but Kil himself didn't know it.

"Who knows. Save the questions for the afterlife and ask the people you killed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kil stomped on the ground and charged forward. He held the double-edged metal spear in his hand and stabbed straight towards the bandit leader's chest.

Kil's speed was so fast that the bandit leader had no time to react. He was directly stabbed in the chest and pushed away, hitting the trunk of a big tree at the edge of the clearing with a loud bang.

The steel tip of the spear was pressed firmly against Nobby Fisbiru's chest, and on his chest, a small cyclone twisted and exploded to repel air waves, trying desperately to push away Keir's spear. Push away.

But Kil didn't take a step back, and even held the gun with both hands to push the opponent to death, while his legs kept pushing in place on the ground, pushing forward with more powerful force.

"Sure enough, it's a magical tool for protecting yourself, but how long can it be used?"

Kil roared loudly and viciously.

The magic cyclone on the chest continued to retreat, and it had been pushed onto the chest of the bandit leader. The delicate clothes he was originally wearing were torn to pieces, and the skin underneath was also torn apart by the magic cyclone and splashed away. Then there was blood and blood on the chest. Muscle tissue.

The magic cyclone that was originally used to protect him now became the harshest punishment he could inflict on himself.

The bandit leader Nobby Fisbiru couldn't stand the pain. He struggled to resist the cyclone with his hands, but the magical cyclone that protected him had a bad temper. He had problems with resisting the Kiel spear and taking away the life of the user of the magic protection item. Except, it doesn't care about anything.

Even the bandit leader himself tried to push away the magic cyclone that tortured him, but it was completely useless. As soon as his fingers came into contact with the magic cyclone, they were directly cut off by the high-speed twisting and rotating magic air, and then even his palms were twisted into pieces. minced meat.

"Ahhhhh, kill me, please kill me quickly——"

Nobby Fisbiru was wailing in pain, and the magic whirlpool in his chest was crushing his chest bit by bit as Kil pushed forward.

This is undoubtedly a cruel punishment.

"The protective equipment is your own, haha, but it has nothing to do with me. Just let your wails go to pay homage to the innocent refugees who died tonight."

Kil didn't immediately understand his opponent's plan. He moderately relaxed the force of his push and pushed the opponent's protective magic cyclone toward his abdomen.

But Kil overestimated the magic power reserves of the magic protective items used by the opponent.

It was originally a magic item that could temporarily protect one's body from one or two attacks. In the face of a spear that could pierce people as Kil continued to push, the magic cyclone maintained rapidly consumed the magic power accumulated in the protective item.

With the flash of magic power erupting from a small leather bag on the cowhide belt of the bandit leader Nobby Fisbiru, the magic protective cyclone on the opponent's chest finally dissipated.

Then with a pop, the steel double-edged spearhead pierced Nobby Fisbiru's chest and body in the next moment, directly piercing the tree trunk behind the opponent with a pop.

Vomiting blood from his mouth, Nobby Fisbyru grunted a few words and then died.

"It's easier on you."

Kil exhaled, raised his foot and kicked the opponent, then pulled the spear, and pulled the spear out with great force. The opponent's body fell to the root of the tree, and blood flowed on the ground.

After the battle, bugs crawled out of the grass on the ground and followed the smell of blood to find the body.

It picked up a small piece of flesh and blood and walked back with satisfaction. Go back and call more companions to share this pie falling from the sky.