Chapter 161 Amon

Just at that moment, I was a little upset and angry. I wanted to get rid of these three entangled rotten flesh puppets as soon as possible, so I started to kill.

Then, the combat skill was triggered.

If this assumption is true, that is to say, as long as I have killing intent, any attack will have a combat skill effect.

And once I stop killing, the effects of my combat skills will disappear.

In this way, the combat skill 'Resonance' is relatively easy to use.

After thinking about it, I came up with another question: Since 'resonance' exists together with murderous intention, will 'resonance' consume my murderous intention?

Just like a magician consumes magic power when releasing magic, will my murderous intention be consumed by combat skills?

And once it is completely consumed, what effect will it have on me?

Is he as sluggish as a magician who has exhausted all his magic power?

Or will he be as weak as an exhausted warrior?

Or is it like a warrior who has exhausted all his magic power and cannot concentrate?

Imagining the possibilities of this series, I smiled wickedly and became interested.

Some people say that any living thing is born with the blood of fighting in its bones. I agree with this. Every time the battle gets into full swing, I will involuntarily abandon life and death and fight for my life.

And whenever I have new combat skills, I will always be happy to implement them.

Perhaps these are all caused by the passion for fighting that flows in my veins.

Just like now.

With a gloomy and weird smile on my face, I swung my knife at the puppet.

It's not that I deliberately made a funny expression to enhance the atmosphere. It was really this embarrassing expression on my face when I had murderous intent.

Although this expression is unsightly, the effect is surprisingly good.

The rotten flesh puppets didn't know why, but they stood still one by one, and all the rotten flesh on their bodies was shaking like chaff.

However, with the intention of killing me, I had no time to think about why this happened. I raised my arms and started slashing wildly.

It’s really overwhelming, almost every three or two swords will destroy a carrion puppet. Of course, there are exceptions. A certain carrion puppet on the middle road cost me a full six swords - its core is actually on the heel. superior.

But overall it went very smoothly.

When I reached the fifteenth floor portal, I felt my breathing became a little short. Not only that, the agitation and frenzy in my heart also began to flow out. The murderous intention that had been released around me remained unabated. Anti-increase!

I can even clearly feel the thirst for blood in my heart.

what 's wrong?

I knocked my head and rubbed my temples hard, feeling my face stiffen into a ferocious expression.

"It seems, something is not good." Relying on my reason, I wanted to suppress the killing intent emanating from my body.

However, how could this strong murderous intention, like a tiger emerging from the cage, be easily suppressed?

The body, like a clockwork, walked towards the fifteenth floor uncontrollably.

One step, two steps, three steps. Seeing the black vortex-shaped portal approaching step by step, I couldn't stop my movements and continued to move forward mechanically.

Then, he stepped into the fifteenth floor step by step.

According to the description in the adventurer's manual, on the fifteenth floor of the dungeon, there lived a monster called Amon. Its strong body was comparable to that of the tall and muscular bodybuilding instructor in the gym, but it was much taller than humans.

It has a huge bull head with two sharp horns. Although the horns are short, they are still sharp.

Overall, it looks like a smaller version of the Minotaur boss, but it has far more power and strength than the Minotaur boss.

Therefore, many adventurers were misled by its appearance similar to the tauren boss, and even died on the fifteenth floor.

Amon's attack method is very simple, which is to use its thick limbs to violently beat adventurers in various ways and angles.

In this kind of inhumane beating, a lucky adventurer may have his neck broken in the first punch and die, never having to suffer the subsequent brutal beating; not all adventurers are so lucky. , most adventurers died in severe pain after having all their bones broken by Amon.

Some people analyze that the reason why Amon adopts such a brutal method to kill adventurers may be related to the fact that they love to hear the sounds of adventurers screaming.

All in all, it is a very powerful and cruel monster.

Before, I planned to go down to the fifteenth floor to confront them after I was mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, driven by inexplicable strength and murderous intent, I walked in without hesitation.

What a miscalculation!

Having said that, I had tested whether I had been cursed before, and the result was that there was no problem at all.

From this point of view, it is not that I am cursed by something else that controls my actions, but it is due to my own subconscious.

Maybe it's because I want to become stronger.

Or maybe it’s because I want to clear the dungeon as quickly as possible and unlock the secret of my left hand.

Maybe it's because of the militant blood flowing in my body.

In short, I should be eager to fight, and very eager!

As the murderous intent grew stronger, the blurry spots on the Zanmatachi sword in his hand became more numerous.

"Hmph, it actually grew together with the murderous intention," I said with a sinister smile.

My murderous intention was getting stronger, and my face was already full of ferocity, but I didn't know it.

Not far away, a wandering Amon saw me, kicked its bull's eye, and let out an angry howl from its huge nostrils: "Moo!"

"The cow barks, but it has a mouth full of fangs. It doesn't eat grass, but likes to eat meat. It's really a disobedient monster." I joked, the ferocity on my face not diminishing at all.

"Come on, let me see your strong body and strong muscles, let me feel your crazy and brutal attacks, come on!"

I opened my arms and raised my middle finger toward Amon provocatively.

For some reason, the stronger the murderous intention, the more outstanding my talent in sarcasm seems to be. The middle finger gesture I was supposed to abandon was actually done involuntarily, and it was done in a very standard way, with a strong sense of sarcasm.

Am I born to be a master of ridicule?

He was still thinking wildly in his mind, but he still waved the sword in his hand.

I was like a beast out of its cage, rushing towards Amon.

Perhaps this Yamon has never seen such a tough adventurer until now. When I rushed over with a grin, it actually stayed where it was, and its body was trembling slightly.