Different World Online

Just as the red-skinned monster flapped its wings and prepared to fly away;

Shudeman, who had been waiting for the opportunity, seized it and acted quickly.

"Destroy evil!"

With a furious roar, Shudeman jumped high and slashed heavily at the base of the red monster's wings with the ordinary half-sword in his hand.

"Swish!" With a smooth sound, the sharp blade cut through the extremely tough wings like a hot knife cutting through butter, and the right wing of the red-skinned monster fell off.

On the side, Steve walked quickly forward with a cruel sneer on his face and his teeth grinding.

"You can't get away, little mouse!

Come, let me poke you gently, just once, it won’t hurt! ”

Looking at Steve getting closer and closer, the monster didn't care about Shudeman who was eyeing him from behind, and moved his feet quickly backwards.

Faced with an enemy who cannot be harmed by oneself but can continue to hurt oneself, even someone as strong as him cannot suppress the instinctive fear in his heart.

The killer is a killing machine without reason, but the lack of reason does not mean the lack of instinct;

It was clear that Steve had frightened it.

On the other side, looking at the monster retreating quickly, Steve silently counted the time in his heart.

18 seconds...

19 seconds...

20 seconds!

Take your dog’s life!

With a low shout in his heart, Steve instantly launched a void jump!

Seeing this scene, a trace of panic flashed in the red monster's bull eyes. He felt the murderous intent, the cold and chilling murderous intent.

There was no time to react. The monster kicked its recurved legs hard and retreated violently.

What he didn't know was that Steve had already appeared behind it with a spear in his hand.

"Puff!" A barely audible sound.

The monster only felt his heart suddenly twitch, and severe pain instantly rushed to his forehead.

The next second, its power was like a pool of water, pouring out from the wound on its chest.

On the side, looking at the monster that Steve had pointed at with a gun, Shudeman sighed softly.

Matthew, the Sword Master of Wind and Son of the God of Killing, eventually died from the Killer's Curse.

Having lost its source of power, the red monster could no longer maintain its demonic form, and its body shrank like a deflated ball;

Soon, Matthew, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared in front of Steve.

Looking at Matthew's face that was unwilling to close, Steve curled his lips in disdain, without any sympathy in his eyes.

Kill for life!

His values ​​are so simple.

But since the person he stabbed to death was a human being, he'd forget about dipping in vinegar.

Carrying the body, Steve walked back to the corridor in silence;

Next, whether old Pete is dead or alive will determine whether Matthew will be left exposed in the wilderness or buried reluctantly.

At the entrance of the corridor, Thorin patted Steve's shoulder comfortingly.

"Brother, you just scared me."

Hearing this, Steve's expressionless face slowly broke into a bitter smile.

“You’d be even angrier if it were you, because old Pete’s chest was ripped apart, and his heart was exposed.

And the right arm is basically useless, just a layer of skin connecting it."

Hearing this, a vein suddenly tensed up on Thorin's head, and he swung the axe in his hand uncontrollably, splitting Matthew's body into two parts.

"By the great Muradin! I never meant it!

Old Pete and I quarrel every day, and our relationship is the worst! How can I possibly help him get revenge! "

"Yes!" Steve nodded in agreement and pointed to the lower half of the body.

"Please keep this half! Cremation is popular in my hometown! We'll find a place to bury him later!"

"No problem!" Thorin gritted his teeth and patted his chest.

Looking at the two people who wanted to grind Matthew to dust, Schudman suppressed his helplessness and sighed deeply.

He had known that this day would come. The fate of the Son of Killing God was either to kill or be killed. It was impossible for him to die of old age.

One of the reasons for his existence and the half sword in his hand is to stop the killer Matthew.

After a simple prayer for Matthew, the exhausted Shudeman patted the shoulder of Bohemia, who had a dazed look on her face, and motioned for her to follow him.

Entering the corridor, Schudman slowly walked to the side of old Pete, whose heart had stopped beating, and his face instantly darkened.

It seems that we can only preserve Old Pete's body and let Pastor Andrew resurrect him after returning to Toril.

Next to Schudman, Bohemia, who temporarily joined the team, sat down with a strange look on his face, and from time to time he glanced at Steve, who was staring at old Pete's body in a daze with a spear in his hand not far away.

Although the members of Shudeman's team didn't feel anything, in her eyes, this kid was completely amazing;

A first-level rookie, carrying a spear, chased the killer and stabbed him randomly, and finally stabbed the killer to death!

Although this feat was accomplished with the help of himself and Shudeman;

but!

This is incredible enough!

On the other side, Steve stared at Old Pete's body for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Captain Schudman.

"Captain, how long does it take to revive someone?"

"Don't worry, once we get back to Toril, Pastor Andrew will immediately resurrect Pete!"

"Uh...that's not what I meant." Steve scratched his scalp and smiled awkwardly.

"I mean, could old Pete let it go a little longer...

I will go back and seduce his granddaughter, and then I will revive him once the matter is settled.”

Hearing this, even Shudeman, the ultimate man with expressionless face, couldn't hold back. He put his hands over his scarred old face, and his eyes twitched violently.

At the side, Yang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shivered violently, and the bandages wrapped around his face were oozing with blood.

Seeing this, Pastor Andrew sighed expressionlessly, put his hand on Yang's shoulder and whispered:

"Yang, you are not in a good condition to laugh right now, just bear with it!"

After saying that, Pastor Andrew turned to look at Steve and said expressionlessly:

"Steve, stop telling those hellish jokes! Jan needs to rest, his face is badly injured!

But since you are still honest, 300 years!

The priest's ninth-ring spell, Ultimate Resurrection, can revive a person who has been dead for up to 300 years and has a complete body, provided that the soul of the deceased is willing to come back."

"Okay!" Steve nodded solemnly, lowered his head and began to fiddle with Matthew's upper body;

After a while, Steve found a bag embroidered with gold edges on Matthew's tattered upper body;

This is a head-sized pocket, tied with a hemp rope at the mouth. The material feels delicate and there are no visible stitches.

The Steve of today is no longer the ignorant man he used to be. Under the guidance and instruction of Old Pete, his understanding of this mysterious world is no less than that of many elite adventurers.

This is a dimensional bag;

A normal-sized dimensional bag can provide a 3-foot by 3-foot (1 square) extra-dimensional storage space. Once the dimensional bag is destroyed, the contents will be lost.

This world also has so-called dimensional rings, which are storage rings;

However, due to reasons such as high cost, limited quantity and small storage space, it is not even within the consideration of normal adventurers.

Most adventurers still use this regular dimensional bag;

It is also very easy to use. Just untie the hemp rope at the mouth of the bag and reach in to feel it.