Chapter 320 The Sky-High Health Bar

Execution time?

This is another term that the demon cannot understand, but the young man above him does not intend to explain it.

Because the moment the other party informed him of this fact, Rick had already completed the action simultaneously.

With a cold expression on his face, he clenched the long sword in his hands up and down, and pulled it out of the body of the demon species.

When the rolling blood hit the ground and made a sound, Rick completely ignored the fact that he was being clamped by the demon's claws. He bent his legs and put on a wonderful posture, aiming coldly at the demon. neck.

This approaching crisis forced the demon to refocus its attention on the human in front of him. He was not even in the mood to say harsh words, but instead frantically increased the strength of his arms.

Although they did not understand where the two men's confidence came from, the demon's powerful intuition had sounded the alarm in its heart, causing it to react in an instant.

No matter what other methods this human being has, as long as the opponent's remaining health bar is emptied, there will definitely be a turn for the better.

It believed so firmly, but the next moment, helpless confusion replaced all the demon's anger and unwillingness.

--Why!

The tall demon shrank its eyes and roared crazily in its heart. It could already feel the wonderful touch of the human body in its hands that was gradually unable to support itself under its own power. But when this power was about to turn into real damage, it Stopped moving.

In other words, under an inexplicable force, his movements were forced to change.

The demon watched helplessly as he let go of Rick's hand, staggered a few steps towards the back, and finally lowered his head deeply, becoming unable to make a sound, unable to move, and being slaughtered by his neck. .

Even though it had released its magic power with all its strength, the alienated elf was surrounded by a layer of purple-red demonic energy, which continued to spread, and the crisp sound of cracking silk also sounded in the air one after another.

This impact was far greater than when it knocked Rick away before, but this time, Rick's body holding the sword high was as motionless as a rock.

"The moment of execution cannot be interrupted by external means."

Rick sighed and took a deep breath.

This is in sharp contrast to his relaxed and freehand movements like flowing water.

This human being is trapped just like himself, and can only forcefully complete everything in front of him!

In other words, this is not a unilateral enhancement, but the game mechanism he stated from the beginning... From the beginning, he has been taking advantage of this information gap to fuel my contempt, just to make me I used this method to drain the blood to the point where I could be executed.

The demon's thoughts were like lightning. Combining Rick's performance with his own experience, he suddenly understood everything.

Even if this is really a game, there is an irreparable gap between the skills and physical strength of his own and this human being, even after the other party upgrades.

If we fight steadily, we still don’t know who will win.

But under Rick's deliberate stimulation, the fear of the unknown made it give up thinking, and instinctively used its best power to solve everything, thereby creating the mechanical conditions for the other party to achieve this execution.

However, when the demon realized this fact, it was already too late.

Amidst the criss-crossing demonic energy, Rick's postured arms suddenly erupted.

The hard earth collapsed and exploded under the trampling of his footsteps, accompanied by a roar like a charging chariot. The atmosphere also made an invisible roar during the friction. For a time, in the field of vision of the demon species, there was only a line like The sword light came like a tide.

Between the lightning and flint, from the monster's thick neck to its strong abdomen, a horrific wound was exposed bit by bit with blood spurting out and organs flowing out.

"I... actually died at the hands of humans."

As a high-ranking demon who didn't even pay attention to the upper-ranking forest elves and goblins, the head and upper body of the upper-level demon slowly slipped from the body bit by bit. He twisted his neck with difficulty, but he only saw himself for a moment. It was emptied and headed towards the final blood tank.

"Finally, I feel the omen of the end of the war. It's really unfortunate..."

Sighing in despair, the demon species, whose skin had turned into a dead gray color, completely lost its vitality.

Through it, many light spots spread out of his body, floating in the air, condensing into bright white king chess pieces.

"Huhu..."

Seeing this scene, Rick couldn't help but feel weak, and managed to support his swaying body with his sword.

The mechanism of the health bar prevented the injuries from appearing on his body, but the damage caused by the monster would not disappear. They drained the young man's physical strength almost immediately. If Rick's willpower was not still struggling to persevere, he would It's not surprising that he fainted directly.

Rick raised his head and sighed: "I have kept you waiting for a long time, Lord Roland."

"It doesn't matter. Judging from the results, I saw a wonderful show."

Roland smiled indifferently, and the light in his hand flashed slightly. Rick's consumed energy and even the damage around him were quickly restored.

"With a body that has only been upgraded once, you can fight against high-level monsters. Even if you are placed among other races, you are still an elite combat power that cannot be ignored."

The Lord God, whom he regarded as the target of his admiration, praised him so much, but Rick was not at all proud. Instead, he showed a helpless smile.

"You're kidding. If I didn't have the various game forms you taught me, and only relied on my memory, I'm afraid I would be the one who died."

After Rick's spirit outfit appeared, in order to test whether the so-called game concept would change because of his cognition, he was dragged by Roland to play many strange games.

In the game console that was casually carved by the God and given life, Rick was familiar with the so-called mouse, keyboard, handle, and finally the immersive virtual stealth.

But those hard efforts, after personally experiencing the vast game worlds, Rick knew that his efforts were completely worth it.

In order to make up for the unreasonable difference in strength between himself and other races, the setting brought by the game that uses souls as fuel and fire to continue the world has become one of Rick's best games.

By the way, the living game console has been enshrined as the patron saint of the kingdom by his sister Chroni with the privilege of the queen, and she can't put it down every day after work.

"No need to be modest. My original intention was just an experiment. Sometimes I don't know whether I should lament whether you were born in the wrong world or the right world. In any world, you are qualified to be a hero, but only in this world can your glory be released to the greatest extent."

Roland did not hide the fact that he came from another world from Riku. Anyway, the other party probably guessed a little bit through Veleslana's performance.

That is why Riku really admires Roland, who could have walked away and avoided this chaotic world, but still chose to challenge Artosh.

Doing the same thing with extra choices and without choices has completely different meanings.

At this time, another beautiful figure also moved to Roland's side.

After seeing the girl's delicate face and the strange wings behind her, Riku hurriedly put down the blade in his hand again and bowed his head deeply.

"Ms. Jibril."

Although he knew that this was a Flügel species that Roland evaluated as trustworthy, his past experience still made Riku unable to completely let go of the sense of alienation.

Moreover, compared with the Flügel he knew, this guy's performance was really hard to put his mind at ease.

Therefore, after witnessing that Roland, who looked like a human, could communicate so intimately with Jibril without changing his expression, Rick couldn't help but have a deep respect for Roland, from courage to the unspeakable aspects.

"You ran too fast! You said you would wait for me!"

As soon as she came to Roland, Jibril puffed her mouth and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"But thanks to this, you caught up with the last scene, otherwise Rick's fatal blow would have been advanced."

"What does it matter? Anyway, he can be resurrected. With the stench of that demon, it can barely be called a head that can be collected. With this degree of difference, according to the setting of that game, Rick must have a chance to be resurrected."

Jibril sat on Roland's shoulder and looked at Rick.

"Yes, there were two times."

Rick shuddered subconsciously and answered immediately, trying to divert Jibril's attention.

However, Jibril didn't care about his answer at all.

"Speaking of which, have you thought about that, little Riku?"

Her eyes instantly locked onto the chess piece floating in the air, and her eyes suddenly took on a bit of morbid danger.

"As long as you give me your spirit suit for one day of study, you can choose any of my spells. I'm not bragging, I have so many spells that I'm afraid only the Ex-Machinas can compare. As long as you hand over your spirit suit for one day, you can directly obtain the treasures of the Elves. Isn't this a good deal?"

"Please forgive me for refusing!"

Rik shook his head without hesitation, and the chess piece beside him seemed to feel Jibril's malicious gaze, and it began to tremble on its own, and fell directly into Riku's hands.

"Don't worry, your spirit suit is formed by combining the essence after all, even if it's me, I won't break it... probably."

"That's why I can't feel at ease!"

Although he usually behaves very weak, Riku's remaining integrity still makes him hold the chess piece tightly.

After learning from Roland that he was inhabited by the weak essence of a God species that had not yet been born, and was sealed by his spirit suit, Riku understood the origin of the uniqueness of his spirit suit.

It is precisely because of the combination of the essence of the God species that Riku can use the field formed by the spirit suit to create rules that even the upper demon species cannot violate, as well as those mechanisms and settings that are completely inconsistent with common sense.

His desire is certainly important, but if there is no God species that is very compatible with him, he will never have such extraordinary power.

Riku has strategy and overall view, while the God species is unparalleled in the concept of power and subtlety.

Just like his spirit suit, at least two people are needed for the game to be interesting.

Likewise, only two players working together can create heroic miracles one after another.

The God of Games.

The one who brought him into this path of gaming life, no matter what game, no matter how strong he becomes, he can compete with him to the point of being indistinguishable.

For Rick, its meaning is far more than just a plug-in, not to mention that the two of them are childhood sweethearts.

From the time he can remember, the other party has always been by his side, sometimes a companion, sometimes an opponent, and sometimes a friend who laughs together.

No matter how great the benefits are, Rick will never hand it over without authorization. Of course, Roland is an exception. After all, this adult has given them a second life.

"Okay, I have clearly explained the principle of the experiment to you."

Roland shrugged, patted the unwilling Jibril, and smiled to comfort her.

"It's just my imitation of another system. Although in theory, the potential of the spiritual outfit has reached a level that is enough to flow out its own "reason", before it is realized, it is still just an immature theory."

"You have learned it, so you can say that," after being stopped by Roland, the girl's nose moved slightly, and the wings behind her drooped. "For me, whose life goal is to explore the unknown, it's too tormenting to be unable to touch the treasure mountain that is right in front of me."

Although Roland has made great achievements in how to construct spiritual equipment for creatures, it still takes some time to study Jibril, a life formed by the magic of God.

After hearing the news, Jibril, who ran around for Roland in the Kingdom of Elkia, stared at Roland from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed with a resentful look.

"Otherwise, why would I accompany you on this trip? It takes a lot of luck to find someone who comes to your door."

Roland smiled slightly.

"You mean..."

Jibril looked happy, but before she finished speaking, Rick, who was almost ignored by the two, took the initiative to take over the next sentence.

"Lord Roland, Miss Jibril, if you are waiting for a strong enemy... then, she seems to have come."

"Oh?" Jibril was slightly stunned. "As a human, your senses are even more acute than mine. It seems that there is a reason why Lord Roland values ​​you."

"It just happened to be the right time."

Rick narrowed his eyes, pointed at the chess pieces in his hand that had been collected in the game field, and pointed at his head.

His spirit suit will provide the number of resurrections in the battle game according to the strength of the enemy. The gap between the upper demon species that can slaughter the forest elf team and Rick gave him two resurrection opportunities.

And now, there, a striking 99 is shining.

This is still not the specific combat power gap between the two, but the current upper limit of the spirit suit, which can only provide him with ninety-nine lives.

This also means that the strength of the person who comes is enough to break the essence.

"And," said here, Rick, looking at the blood bar that has broken through the sky, sighed helplessly. "Such a long health bar, I can't ignore it even if I want to."

When the figure of a green-haired girl with a single horn and wings looming in the distance, coming at great speed, Jibril's face also showed a confused expression.

"Is that... Azriel-senpai? What is she doing here?"