Just now, I was a little upset and irritable, and I wanted to get rid of these three entangled carrion puppets as soon as possible, so I moved with killing intent. Ω (8) (1) 『中Δ文网Ω. ８⒈

Then, I touched the combat skill.

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

And once I stop killing intent, the effect of the skill will also disappear.

In this way, the resonance technique is still relatively easy to use.

After thinking about it, I had a new question: since resonance exists with killing intent, will resonance consume my killing intent?

Just as a magician will consume mana when he casts magic, is it possible that my killing intent will also be consumed by my combat skills?

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

Is it like a mage who has drained his mana, languishing?

Or will it be as weak as a depleted warrior?

Or like a warrior who has drained his mana, unable to concentrate?

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

Some people say that any creature is born with the blood of fighting in its bones, and I agree with this that every time I fight to the fullest extent, I will involuntarily leave behind life and death and fight for my life.

And whenever I have a new combat technique, I always enjoy it.

Perhaps all of this is due to the blood flowing in my veins, eager to fight.

Just like now.

With a grim and eerie smile, I swung my sword at the puppet.

It's not that I deliberately spoof the expression to set off the atmosphere, it's really that when I have murderous intent, there is only this embarrassing expression on my face.

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

For some reason, the carrion puppets stood still one by one, and all the carrion on their bodies shook like chaff.

However, with murderous intent, I had no time to think about why this happened, so I raised my arms and slashed wildly.

It's really overwhelming, almost every three or two knives will kill a carrion golem, of course, there are exceptions, a certain carrion golem in the middle of the road cost me a full six knives, its core actually grows on the heel.

But overall it went very well.

When I reached the fifteenth layer portal, I felt that my breathing became a little short, not only that, but the restless and frenzied aura in my heart also began to flow out, and the killing intent released from my body all this time actually increased instead of decreasing!

I could even clearly feel the bloodthirsty in my heart.

This is...... What's going on?

I knocked my head and kneaded my temples hard, feeling my face stiffen into a hideous expression.

"It seems,It's a little bad" With reason, I wanted to forcibly suppress the killing intent emanating from my body.

However, how could this intense killing intent like a tiger out of a cage be easily suppressed?

The body, as if there were strips, uncontrollably, walked towards the fifteenth floor.

One step, two steps, three steps, seeing the black vortex portal approaching step by step, I couldn't stop my movements, and I still moved forward mechanically.

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

According to the adventurer's handbook, the fifteenth floor of the dungeon is inhabited by a monster called Amon whose strong body is a match for the tall bodybuilder in the gym, but it is much taller than a human.

It had a large bull's head with two sharp horns, which were short but still sharp and sharp.

On the whole, it is like a smaller Minotaur BSS, but it has far more strength and strength than the Minotaur BSS.

As a result, many adventurers were misled by its appearance in the shape of a minotaur BSS, and died on the fifteenth floor.

Amon's attack is very simple, that is, with its thick limbs, it violently beats the adventurer in various ways and from various angles.

Under this brutal beating, the lucky adventurer may have his neck broken at the first punch, and he will not have to suffer from the following beatings; Not all adventurers are so lucky, most adventurers only died in severe pain after Amon shattered the bones of their bodies.

Some people have analyzed that the reason why Amon tortured and killed adventurers in such a tragic way may be related to the fact that they are very fond of listening to the sounds of adventurers screaming.

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

Before, I was going to go down to the fifteenth floor to fight them after I was mentally prepared.

Who would have expected that driven by inexplicable strength and killing intent, I would walk in without hesitation.

What a miscalculation!

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

It seems that I am not cursed by something else to control my actions, but by my own subconscious.

Maybe it's because I want to get stronger.

Or maybe it's because I want to get through the dungeon as soon as possible and unlock the secret of my left hand.

Maybe it's because of the belligerent blood that flows through me.

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

The killing intent became stronger, and the blurred spots on the body of the Slashing Matthew Knife in his hand also became more.

"Hmph, I actually grew up with killing intent," I smirked.

With the growing intent to kill, I was already full of hideousness, but I didn't know it.

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

"The bark of the ox, but with a mouth full of fangs, does not eat grass, but likes to eat meat, what a monster who disobeys the peace," I teased, and the hideousness on my face did not diminish in the slightest.

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

I opened my arms and raised my middle finger defiantly at Ammon.

I don't know why, the stronger the killing intent, the more outstanding my talent in taunting seems to be, and the middle finger behavior that was originally meant to be abandoned, I can't help but do it, and I do it very standardly, very sarcastic.

Am I born to be a sarcast?

I was still thinking about it in my heart, but the sword in my hand was still waving.

Like a beast out of its cage, I rushed towards Amon.

Perhaps this Amon had never seen such a fierce adventurer since he was born, and when I rushed over with a smirk, it stayed where it was, and its body trembled slightly.