Chapter 3552 Friendship with Ozma

Facing Ozma's question, I grinned, gave a thumbs up, and said proudly: "Of course I have experienced countless desperate situations and finally developed this hard power."

"Liar" Ozma didn't even think about it, and said: "Continuous accumulation of experience is indeed the way to become stronger, but it is also the only way to become stronger than ordinary people. But you are different. You have so much power that even I The total amount of magic value is incomparable to any other, I’m just curious how you got this power?”

"Well," I scratched my head and said a little embarrassedly, "This relies on the power of blood."

"Sure enough," Ozma's smile turned a little gloomy: "Blood power. It's all blood power. This damn blood power has restricted the future path of so many people who want to become stronger! Damn it, hahahaha."

After speaking, Ozma began to laugh wildly, not loudly, but with a full sense of oppression.

Fortunately, before I came to the Demon Realm for the first time, several apostles living in Zephyr Continent took turns to release the pressure on me. Now, my resistance to pressure has reached an extremely high level, and it is Ozma who stands beside me. The person next to me released pressure on me without any scruples, and I was not afraid at all.

"Don't you already have the strength to reach the top?" I looked at him calmly, wondering: "Then what do you still hate?"

"Hmph" Seeing that the pressure was ineffective, Ozma snorted coldly and said: "I just hate you little guys who are blessed by a great will."

"No, you shouldn't hate us," I explained. "If you want to hate, you should hate the people who destroyed your family."

Ozma suddenly turned his head, his eyes were extremely cold: "Don't think that since you have power comparable to an apostle and have the protection of Prey and Michelle, you can accuse me unscrupulously. Don't underestimate anyone." An apostle, we all have a trump card that others don’t know, and if it doesn’t kill you, it can make you immerse yourself in pain.”

After saying that, Ozma sneered and patted my shoulder, and a cold and violent force passed from my shoulder into my body.

Not far away, Michelle's expression changed drastically. The moment she screamed, the cold and violent power was swallowed up by the killing intent in my body.

All this happened so fast that even Ozma didn't react. After a moment, he looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "This is not the power of magic, nor the power of transformation, nor the power of awakening. You are What kind of weird power is it?"

"Killing intention," I answered calmly without hiding anything.

"How is this possible!" Ozma's eyes widened, and he poured cold and violent power into my body again.

But once again he was mercilessly devoured.

Ozma's expression became weirder and gloomier.

After a while, he slowly took his hand away from my shoulder, and his expression became darker.

Seeing that he stopped talking, I said calmly: "Lord Ozma, please forgive me for being abrupt, and don't have any prejudice against what I just said, because I really didn't mean to ridicule you. The reason why I said what I just said is I am saying this because I want to know where the tomb of the emperor who once ruined your family is."

Ozma raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "What do you mean by this?"

"It doesn't mean anything special," I said, "This is just a little bit of my personal hobby, and it just happens to help you relieve your anger."

Ozma stared at me, and after a while, he burst into laughter. This time, his smile was not cold, but full of appreciation.

After laughing, he said: "Little guy, you are really a little guy beyond my expectations!"

"Yes, I know the location of that person's tomb, and even the tombs of their descendants, but I want to tell you that in addition to countless deadly traps, those tombs also house many useful objects. The insects and monsters that come to guard the tomb are highly poisonous, and those monsters are mediocre in strength, but they have the property of self-destruction. They can self-destruct when they are about to die, blowing up the tomb, and you will most likely be trapped forever. Buried in a collapsed mausoleum.”

At this point, Ozma's eyes flashed with a joking light: "What, do you still have the guts to give it a try?"

"Why don't you try?" I asked back: "I believe that compared to the traps, poisonous insect monsters, and the treasures buried deep in the tombs as funerary objects have a higher value, right?"

"This is natural!" Ozma said: "There are countless gold, silver, jewelry, and jade vessels buried with him!"

"That's easy to say," I said with a smile, "As long as I have enough treasure, I can hire a strong enough excavation team."

"You want to dig up the tomb?" Ozma was stunned when he heard this and asked in confusion.

"Of course not," I said, "Their role was to dig up the ruins and rescue me after I was buried alive by the ruins of the mausoleum."

"The idea is very good and deserves praise!" Ozma gave a thumbs up and praised.

On the tower, we suddenly fell into an atmosphere of hello, me, and everyone. Those who didn’t know the inside story would even think that Ozma and I were the best friends.

After slightly livening up the atmosphere, we turned our attention to the battlefield again.

On the battlefield, the cat-shaped monsters, human-shaped monsters, and giant-human monsters did not have many outstanding features. On the contrary, the performance of the wild boar monster was surprising.

Groups of heavyweight wild boar monsters show no less sensitivity in battle than human adventurers, and their dual-wielded hand axes are sharp and heavy. When colliding with adventurers, they can easily kill most adventurers. The house was knocked out.

After the collision, it may not really cause much harm to the adventurers, but don't forget that this is a battlefield, not a competitive arena. There are countless enemies around, waiting for opportunities to spy on each adventurer, waiting for the moment they show a flaw.

Once a flaw appears, they will show their fangs and claws without hesitation and tear the opponent into pieces.

The number of adventurers who were knocked away by the wild boar monster and besieged by other monsters and died tragically reached dozens of people. The number seemed small, but it still brought a mental impact to other adventurers.

Fortunately, the formation of the demon world changed again in a short period of time.

From the beginning, the dragon tribe's tactics against giant monsters were changed to the pterodactyl tribe's tactics against wild boar monsters, and the dragon tribe's tactics against giant monsters.

After the change in tactics, the wild boar monster that originally suppressed the adventurers showed some helplessness when facing the pterosaur.

On the one hand, this is because the scales of the pterosaurs are too tough, and on the other hand, the muscles of the pterosaurs are too strong. Even if the hand ax hits the weakest wing of the pterosaur, it will be difficult to remove it. Dragons deal true damage.

The pterodactyl clan is different. Their sharp claws and fangs are very terrifying. When they met me in the Sky City, those fangs and sharp teeth directly bitten out a bunch of teeth marks on my gauntlet, but it made I still remember it vividly.