"I must admit that I am amazed by your ability to comprehend," Jie Luo walked over to him and crouched down, "You are the first one who can comprehend this on your own and fight back without any explanation. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Novels.23txt."

The Pure One picked up the rifle on the ground and held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, "Rare materials, delicate processing techniques...... Is this also a snow powder weapon? What you've created is terrifying, but it's not much of a threat to me - I've been watching the whole battle, whether it's the slender pipes in the tunnels or the thick iron pipes at the back of the camp, they mostly depend on the operator, and you can't even see my movements. She shook her head, "Over the years, I have swallowed countless warriors, including a mortal, and you will not be able to win against me." ”

Suddenly, a green plastic box appeared between the two of them.

A huge explosion resounded on the roof of the building, the glass of the classroom shattered, and even the entire floor was blasted open a hole, and the sweeping air currents knocked the dilapidated iron door of the stairwell to the ground.

"It's not that I have a strong comprehension, it's that your stage layout is too clumsy!" Roland reappeared in the corner of the rooftop. He gasped for air, the sharp pain he had just now still fresh in his memory. Now he knew what those guys who had their hands and feet cut off felt before they died, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he "made" a package of explosives to blow himself and Jieluo to pieces at the same time.

"Clumsy?" said the newborn Jieluo, raising an eyebrow, "This is your memory. ”

"But it's created by your ability, you must know that six o'clock in the evening is the busiest time on campus, how can there be no one on the playground? While stalling for time, he quickly thought about countermeasures, "This is how you devour your opponents, forcing them to despair, admit defeat, and then obediently dedicate their knowledge and skills to you?"

The Pure already had a bit of a mortal's skill, at least this kind of explosiveness and degree he had only seen in Ash, and it was difficult for an ordinary firearm to hit an opponent, and only powerful explosives could inflict damage on her, even though he himself could not escape the range of the explosion.

But is it really that simple? After the three resurrections, Roland already felt a fine sweat on his back, and his heartbeat was much faster than before, as if he had just finished running around the playground, and his physical strength had obviously decreased.

Could it be that there is a limit to the number of times this gladiatorial fight can be made?

If that were the case, "making" a bunch of high-explosives to blow up an entire building would not work...... At the moment, the score is 1-3 and he must find a way to recover the disadvantage as soon as possible.

There is no doubt that he needs a weapon that can both attack and defend.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, but isn't it good to surrender?" said Jieluo, "The process of death is a torment for everyone, and even if you give up, it is a wise move." ”

"Save that to yourself," Roland yelled, "Iron Man!"

In an instant, a red metal suit appeared in front of him, and he walked behind the suit, silently thinking in his heart to start the program-

However, aside from a narrow video footage in front of the helmet, the armor did not close itself, and no AI responded to his calls.

Before he could even take a step forward, his entire suit fell to the ground.

By the time Roland got up, Jero had already slashed the blade into his neck.

The world turned upside down, and he saw his body fall to his knees, and then a darkness enveloped him.

"If you want to create a piece of plate armor, you'll have to at least press the joints on it," the Purity tapped the hollow suit, "though I don't think this hollowed-out, thin piece of iron will do much good. ”

Roland, who was resurrected for the fourth time, sank violently.

Although the death just now was not painful, he had realized a grim reality—that what he did not know how to create, if created, was only an empty shell. For example, the display on the visor is just a simple camera.

Damn, it's only a stupid way.

While the other party was still pondering the metal battle suit, several steel plates up to ten centimeters thick appeared out of thin air and landed beside him, forming a bunker for only one person to hide. At the top of the pillbox was a protected remote-controlled weapon station armed with a 4o mm grenade machine gun. Roland dove headlong into it, locked the entrance, and controlled the weapon station to fire at the Pure.

This time the attempt finally paid off.

Even as Jerry approached the fort again, unable to avoid the range-killing grenades, Roland blasted a barrage of grenades around the bunker, splintering with fragments that pierced her body and struck the thick steel plate with a ping-pong sound.

It's a pity that Roland couldn't find the opponent's resurrection position in the first place, and the reborn Pure quickly retreated into the dead corner of the stairwell, dodging the killing grenade that followed.

Just as he was about to "make" another attacking weapon, a thousand rays of light appeared in the darkening sky, golden light flowed above the clouds, the sunset was replaced by dazzling tassels, and the setting sun seemed to be eclipsed.

Where did he seem to have seen this scene?

In an instant, countless golden thunderbolts fell on the roof of the teaching building, engulfing Roland's figure in an instant!

......

By the time the fifth death was over, he was already like a man fished out of the water, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the muscles of his calves and arms twitched uncontrollably.

The fortress had been completely melted down by the Divine Rune, but the ground had not done much damage except for a charred black. It can only be said that the magic still works in this gladiatorial fight, and it is unreasonable.

"Give up," Jero unexpectedly didn't press forward, "your spirit is almost at the limit, and the battle after that doesn't make much sense, you won't get anything but endless pain."

Roland gritted his teeth and held on to keep himself from falling. She could take advantage of the victory to pursue, why did she repeatedly ask herself to give up? Could it be that being killed after running out of times and voluntarily surrendering were not the same for her?

"You should also understand by now that both creation and death will drain the spirit, and that mental exhaustion means failure—everyone's mental strength is different, and it is beyond my expectation that you have persevered until now. She spread her hands and said, "By the way, I have experienced more than two hundred years, and if you count the time in the soul battlefield, I am afraid it will be doubled." In other words, my mental strength is enough to sustain me through hundreds of deaths, and your efforts will only make you more desperate. ”

Hundreds of ...... Is this a bluff or a frank confession? But looking at her ease of appearance, Roland vaguely felt that the other party was not lying.

And he didn't have much energy left to expend.