When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"die!"

The king's ax, comparable to the door panel, chopped down like a mountain.

Li Shanren could only use his old tricks to take out the turtle shell shield and use the magic kite-shaped shield to resist.

Greg's strength was not enough to break through this double defense.

But this time, he added the power of the storm to his attack and successfully penetrated the shield and scratched Li Shanren's arm.

If Ingwill and Nefeli hadn't come forward in time to support and contain Greg again, it would have been difficult for Li Shanren alone to deal with Greg's violent attack head-on.

Without the protection of a shield, Greg could kill Li Shanren with at most two axes.

This is because he has set his life attribute to "20", which means he barely has some defense capabilities.

If it had the previous 7 points of life attribute, it would be normal to kill him with an axe.

Compared with the dull performance in the game, the real Greg can obviously realize who the only person who can pose a threat to him in this battle is.

Even though he was restrained, he tried to charge towards Li Shanren again and again, trying to kill this despicable magician who was hiding in the distance and constantly releasing magic.

The battle then fell into an extremely torturous tug-of-war.

The more Greg tries to kill Li Shanren first, the more flaws he will expose and be attacked by Ingwill and Neferi.

And when he wanted to free up his hands to deal with those two people first, Li Shanren's magic could always support him at the right time and interrupt his movements.

After some entanglement and struggle, Greg held the king's ax with one hand and half-knelt beside the body of the flying dragon, panting.

At this time, there were scars almost everywhere on his body, and the originally luxurious green robe had become tattered and full of holes left by the pyroxene magic gravel.

The arms, thighs, face...are covered with bruises from the rock balls.

The exquisite golden crown was also stained with a lot of dust, making it extremely dim.

On the other side, Ingwill's body has fallen into a semi-illusory state, far less solid than when it first appeared. Neferi's condition is slightly better than that of Ingwill, but she is also seriously injured.

They could barely hold on for a while.

Li Shanren rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the swelling and pain caused by releasing a large amount of magic in a short period of time.

There were only four sips of dew drops left in his Holy Grail bottle. Three of the sips consumed before were used to replenish mana and one was used to restore injuries.

In the previous battle, he was knocked into the air by the ground-shaking skill of King Grek's axe, and almost died on the spot.

Overall, it's not a good experience for either side.

Li Shanren originally thought that this would be a crushing battle, but currently, Greg is not an easy target.

"Ho...ho...the despicable Faded One actually pushed me to this point..."

Greg gasped and stared at Li Shanren, who was nearly a hundred steps away from him.

Then, he turned to look at the corpse of the flying dragon hanging upside down. His golden eyes flickered, and his expression was a little uncertain, as if he was thinking and hesitating about something.

After just a few seconds, there was a trace of bloodlust and determination in Greg's eyes.

He put his left hand on the ground, raised his king ax high, and roared with encouragement, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"boom!!"

With a loud noise, he cut off his left arm forcefully.

The forearm, which was as thick as a tree trunk, was abandoned and thrown to the ground.

The second half of the arm that was still on Greg's body was still bleeding with fresh blood.

Li Shanren's eyes narrowed and he instantly realized what Greg wanted to do.

He raised the meteorite staff and quickly condensed two shots of pyroxene magic gravels to shoot at Greg, "Stop him!"

Upon hearing this, Ingwill and Neferi immediately charged forward and attacked Grek.

However, it was too late.

They are too far away.

Greg gasped and inserted his severed hand into the flying dragon's head with force, with a ferocious expression, "Powerful dragon! Give your power... to me!"

Then he tore off the faucet's head violently, bringing out a pool of deep red blood. ,

The faucet was dragged to the ground because it was too heavy.

At this time, the two shots of pyroxene magic gravel had already hit Greg's body, leaving two brand-new wounds.

Ingwill and Neferi were about to approach him.

But Greg completely ignored the danger he faced. The severed arm kept stirring in the faucet, as if making some kind of connection.

The next second, the dead dragon head suddenly moved, and the exposed tongue trembled slightly, then retracted into his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, it swayed on the ground for a while, and its closed eyes suddenly opened, as if it came to life again.

"Hahaha......"

After feeling that the dragon head was completely connected with his body, Greg let out a hearty laugh.

"Roar--"

He raised his weird new arm high and controlled the dragon's head to make a deafening roar, with a proud expression.

"This is the power of the Golden King! Ancestors! Please witness it!"

The dragon head opened its mouth and spewed out scorching and dazzling flames.

As soon as Ingwill and Neferi stepped forward, Greg lowered his arms and pointed the dragon's head at the two of them, letting the impact of the dragon's flames fly them away.

"Foolish Faded Ones, you know nothing of the power of dragons!"

Greg wielded the king's axe, driving the power of the storm around him, and after connecting to the dragon's head, he mastered the power of flames, making the originally gray-white storm dyed with orange-red dragon flames, turning into a terrifying fire tornado.

Two red storm blades split and flew towards Li Shanren.

Compared with the previous storm blade, the power of the current flame storm blade has climbed upwards, and even the golden kite-shaped shield cannot completely block it.

The horrifying high temperature made Li Shanren's skin dry, and there was a burn-like pain in some places.

"hiss......"

Li Shanren endured the pain and started to condense the rock balls again.

After all, the power of the pyroxene magic gravel is not as powerful as the rock ball with the bonus of the meteorite rod.

If three rock balls had just hit Greg, they might have interrupted his joint behavior.

However, the time required to condense the rock balls is longer than that of the pyroxene magic gravel, and it is simply not enough time.

However, although Greg connected a dragon head to his left arm, his injuries did not recover and he was still in a scarred state.

As long as you can hold on, defeating him is only a matter of time.

Ingwill supported his body with his halberd and climbed up from the ground.

The impact of the wave of dragon flames caused him great damage, and his body condensed by soul power was extremely dim, as if it would collapse and shatter at any time.

"Those who defile the throne will die!"

Ingwill stepped on the storm, leaped high, and struck the crown of Grek with his halberd.

This attack was a final attack that abandoned everything and went all out.

As the left wing of the Storm King, he completely did not recognize the status and identity of the Lord of Gryk Nim Gef.

He just saw him as a despicable person occupying an ownerless throne.