I'm really not the Great Old Ones

Chapter 89
Door open.

The black-haired young man saw a pile of miscellaneous fish at a glance.

He doesn't want to pay attention to these people.

He has only one goal!
However, as soon as he turned around, he felt a restrictive force, restraining him.

Obviously they are not as simple as what they see in front of them.

They carry some kind of inevitable mission, even if it means death.

"Protector?"

Thinking of this, there was a trace of respect in the young man's eyes.

The Realm of Berserk also has such an existence.

The God of War Tower is also not gentle. While it rewards the world, it also brings people cruel trials.

Each floor has a floor master, but before the arrival of the floor master, who is the protoss challenging?
The answer is, one of His incarnations.

He does not show his own strength, but depends on the path of the challenger himself.Each layer can bring the challengers the latest inspiration on this path!

The problem is that not every path is suitable for the protoss, and someone must take the wrong path.

This also gave birth to a guardian, a person who opened the way for the predecessors, and a person who must die.

Open the way for those true geniuses!
"You have discovered the genius of your own race and are willing to protect her to the death. This is worthy of respect. Unfortunately, I also have my own mission."

The young man in black said lightly.

The best respect for a guardian is to go all out!

A sword, destroying the dead, like the scythe of the god of death, harvesting the surrounding lives.

"43."

The man recorded that this was the number of people he killed with one sword.

Unfortunately, even though it is an ant, it will take some time to solve it.

"46."

"42."

Three swords, already the limit of this body, the door closed again.

When the door was replaced again, all the remaining people in the Eternal Illusionary Land gathered behind the door without hesitation.

Like a moth chasing the light!

This scene shocked everyone in the investigation bureau.

Can't they see it?
This is a completely one-sided massacre!

There is no treasure here, only a maniac who makes a killing!

Apart from looking like a human, there is nothing similar to a human.

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

Nangong Yu was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

What the sharp blade harvests is not a clay puppet or grass, but a real life!

Is this the Eternal Fantasy Land?

What is supporting their beliefs? !

“Meow~ (not bad)”

Yuumi sighed a little, and it looked like the one who gave the exam.

"49."

"52."

"63."

As the numbers increased, the black-haired youth's sword became more and more fierce.

The harvest is getting faster and faster.

The door closed again.

Appeared again, two swords merged into one sword.

"120 one."

The black blade ruthlessly announced the death of everyone, as if it was just broadcasting a number!
There were only a few scattered people left, and it was obvious that the restrictions on him could no longer be maintained.

The black-haired youth walked up to one person and patted him on the shoulder.

Although the man's shoulders were extremely stiff, his feet couldn't help shaking.

But he still praised it.

"It's over, you've done a good job, go back."

However, to his surprise, what responded to him was a sharp blade.

"Don't even think about it!"

He swung his sword furiously and bravely.

What greeted him was black death.

"You are fine, really fine. I remember you."

This sword cut only one person!
"Stay away from my chosen one! Go back to your world!"

Facing the praise from the black-haired youth, the man just spat in disdain and mocked.

Then, he accepted his death calmly.

An ant mocking a lion?

But when facing higher beings, why can't they just mock like this?

Thinking of this, the black-haired young man became more and more determined.

"Brave sword! Wonderful sacrifice!"

Even someone as indifferent as Sage couldn't help applauding the death of this believer.

One person, block one sword.

This one will be recorded in history!
"What's his name?"

he asked curiously.

"Nanmo."

Bishop Cimu also looked at the corpse with admiration, as if admiring some souvenir.

"He will be buried in the tombs of the gods along with everyone else!"

300 people, only blocked the nine swords!

Everyone in the Bureau of Investigation understands that this is not a gap that can be bridged by the number of people.

All of them add up, and there are less than 100 people.

God knows, how the people of Eternal Illusion Land managed to gather three hundred Sequence Sevens in a short period of time!
"Meow~ (It's coming again, if it doesn't work, just give up the assessment.)"

Yuumi reminded.

The door opened again, and the black-haired man swung his sword at Nangong Yu without hesitation!
At this moment, the three captains guarding the gate finally arrived.

The one who blocked the sword was the selection of the Spring Realm, Hua Jieyu.

She looked at Nangong Yu with a complicated expression.

Is this little girl still a pioneer?Is the inheritor who has finally fallen in love with him, now going to be ruined again?

Of course, now is not the time to think about these things.

They have to deal with this difficult guy in front of them first.

"Jiexuan, Yanling Palace, Sword King Domain..."

The black-haired man naturally knew a few people through the memory of the beast king Morton.

All three have the possibility of being promoted to the Great Sequence, and they are not considered weak.

"However, that's it."

He said indifferently, on this road, this insignificant possibility is not worth mentioning.

Four swords, except for Hua Jieyu who was selected as Jiexuan who used two swords, the other two lost their fighting power without even taking one of his swords.

However, the black-haired youth didn't think about making up for the knife.

The goal in his eyes is very clear, there is and only Nangong Yu!
"You are also very good, except that you were not born in the Protoss, you are almost impeccable."

"Meow~ (People from the research institute are here.)"

Yuumi reminded.

Young people feel it too.

Able to transcend the difference between the Fantasy Land and other worlds, and directly project one's own incarnation without resorting to time and space tunnels.

This is already great close.

However, why didn't this world lower its restrictive power?

Is this a great sequence of world births?

But why does a world that can give birth to a great sequence have such a big restriction on itself?If it weren't for the existence of restrictions, he could completely wipe out those three hundred people with a single sword.

"Oh, is that so?"

The black-haired young man suddenly realized something.

"I'll tell you why you only have Sequence Six, and it's still incomplete. So you're suppressing your own realm."

"So you are deceiving this world? With the means of concealing the secrets, you can use a higher sequence to suppress outsiders. Although there is a sense of self-castration, it is not a bad idea."

The black-haired young man was enlightened, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, the loopholes are also obvious!"

A sword, straight into the sky, piercing the aura that conceals the secret!

Now, they are at the same starting point!

(End of this chapter)