Xu Yichen couldn't believe his own judgment, as if he hadn't done anything, even an evil god incarnation killed each other like this, and ended it all?

The pool of blood corroded the remains of dead wood, and puffs of white smoke almost filled the third layer, covering the walls, and the various carrion structures on the ground began to disintegrate and turn into stinking water.

The mushrooms sprayed with poison gas quickly rotted, and the thick veins that pierced the entire mine with Morric's will began to melt.

The dream of eternal life was like a bubble, dissipating in this mine, and with it, the tens of thousands of lives in the entire Storm's Rest Castle.

Xu Yichen sat on the edge of the cliff and rested for a while, and the direct communication with the evil god made him tired.

Originally, he thought that the talent [Enemy of Chaos] randomly selected by the system was a rare talent at best, but after dealing with the evil gods many times, he found that the four evil gods of the chaos world were more or less 'interested' in him.

Among them, the Grey Knight's Grand Mentor, Caldo Delegaux, has also shown unusual friendliness to him.

Xu Yichen examines himself, from the time he travels into this world to what he has done in today's position.

First of all, he can be sure that he has lived up to the gift of heavy life, he has not wasted a little time, every moment of every day, Xu Yichen is trying to improve his ceiling.

He completely eradicated the weak side of his previous life, and through the two melting pots of the Loyal Heir Academy and the army, Xu Yichen trained himself into a piece of pure gold!

However, in the army, he has seen too many geniuses of the same age as him, who work equally hard and work the same, but some of them fail to persevere in the end, and some are unlucky and die in a certain exercise or actual battle.

But Xu Yichen believes that a person like Xiang himself is definitely not a unique existence in the New Huaxia Army.

Yang Yuefan's appearance was a wake-up call for him, he originally thought that what he had come into contact with was already the most elite existence in the secret strength of New Huaxia, but he didn't expect that there was a relevant department pressing on it.

So, what did these evil gods and foreign mysterious warriors like about him?

A soul from another world, this is the only reason Xu Yichen can come up with.

He didn't know how special he was in the eyes of those beings, it was possible that the souls of other people were glowing green in the eyes of the evil gods, while he was golden, and there were a few big words painted with white paint on them: This person is a traverser.

It is also possible that in the eyes of the evil gods, their souls are only slightly special, and the evil gods are only slightly interested in the game of destroying the world.

When the smoke cleared, Xu Yichen slowly stood up, and under his feet, a magma rock had formed in the place that was once a magma pool.

The blood left behind by the minotaur turned all the solidified magma rocks blood-red, and the flesh that originally belonged to Count Modric was completely corroded.

According to Viscount Amos, in recent years, it has been a steady stream of Modric and several high-ranking nobles who have been sacrificing the lives of slaves here, so that the already depleted veins can continue and maintain this high yield.

From now on, it will probably be difficult for Wind's Rest to regain its former glory, neither the population nor the reserves of the veins will be enough to support its resurgence.

"Your Excellency?" A voice came from the tunnel in the distance, which seemed to dare not get closer, and shouted from afar: "Is that you?" My lord? ”

"Come on, it's over." The Demon Hunter said to the survivors in the tunnel, "Bring me another rope!" ”

If he didn't go down to check it carefully, Xu Yichen still couldn't rest assured.

The three transcendents were still very mobile without the threat of Chaos, and they avoided getting lost by relaying their voices, and it took them three minutes to find a tunnel of exhaust gases used by the miners to store their tools, and found a twenty-meter safety rope from inside.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Standing two meters away from the cliff, Ed asked the Demon Hunter, "Why don't you wait a little longer, and then go down when all these disgusting things are gone?" ”

Several transcendents stood at a safe distance, refusing to take a step forward without saying anything, and they remembered the mutation of the beard without warning before.

"It's just ordinary carrion, you should have gotten used to it during this time, and patience will pass." The demon hunter tied the rope around his waist, leaving the other end for a few transcendents to hold onto: "I must go down and see if there is any 'stuff' left." ”

As he spoke, a fishy yellow eye that grew on the ceiling, like a ripe tomato, fell from the rotten eye stalk, smashed to the ground, and shattered.

The thing landed right at Ed's feet, spilling half of his leg.

Ed shuddered, not knowing if he was startled by the eyeball, or by the 'thing' in Seris's mouth.

Flesh and blood that have lost the protection of the power of the plague are no threat to the transcendents, but they are a great sensory stimulus.

And this is where Modric chose to be his 'core', with all sorts of strangely shaped flesh and blood growing along the rock walls and the roof of the cave.

Hundreds of eyes were densely packed together, like grapes, one was a large bunch, and now it was falling off and disintegrating along with the mother that gave birth to them.

It was almost the most intolerable waiting environment a sapient creature could imagine, and Ed and the others had to endure the bloody storm to the end.

"If I can survive to get out of this broken city, I will definitely go to the beach to find a beautiful beach, and find another, no, a few sweet and lovely girls to spend the rest of my life with." The youngest transcendent stood at the end of the line, unaware that the undead outside had returned to death: "Let the nobles all go to hell, I won't trust them a word anymore." ”

"Then you just wait for the day when you wake up and find yourself tied to a shelf, surrounded by a big circle of drooling green skins." The transcendent standing in the middle smiled bitterly: "Without the protection of the city wall, you can't even sleep peacefully, those greenskins are much stronger than the undead, what about you Ed, what are your plans?" ”

"Me?" Ed Williams looked around: "I intend to go back to my teacher and continue my exemplary path so that this tragedy does not happen again." ”

As several of the transcendents eased each other's pressure, the Demon Hunter returned to the bottom of the cliff once more, stepping on the blood-red magma rock.