After the scum attack, I killed the system again

After thinking about it for a while, Le Ling gave up guessing about the situation outside. After Effie left, he not only did not hold the tortoise's shell more carefully, but eliminated all protective measures and stood in the passage without any shields. middle.

After Effie left, the channel slowly shrank back to its original size when Le Ling didn't respond. It seemed that the wide channel just seen was just an illusion. Looking around now, the top is still It is an impenetrable cloud light, and the left and right sides and the ground are also gray and white.

Even in the space crack that Effie pulled out just now, there are no cracks, which is a bit harder than the hall looks.

The tentacle of divine power curled up into a small ball when Effie transformed into a dragon shape just now. Seeing that the divine power belonging to Effie dissipated in the air, it quietly poked out a tip to confirm that Effie was really gone. A cheerful drift up.

Le Ling stretched out his other finger to poke the tentacles with only one outline. The tentacles seemed to recognize him, rubbed his fingers affectionately, and then continued to stretch the tentacles towards the passage ahead, indicating the direction of the exit where.

Le Ling did not continue to hesitate and went to the next hall where priests should exist. Thinking about what he had just seen in the seal of God, he couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that I will meet a very difficult opponent in the future..."

There is not much difference between this passage and the previous passage, and it does not become longer or farther because the next location is the place where the final priest is. After Le Ling estimated the same number of steps, the heavy topaz color It appeared in front of him.

"Outsider, you hold the power of my god in your hands." Just when Le Ling had just left the gray-white ground of the passage and stepped on the ground like a metal pavement, a hoarse voice came from the side of the statue.

Le Leng took a closer look, only to find that in front of the statue belonging to Xivir, there was a man wearing a robe with a white background and golden pattern kneeling. When he was talking, he didn't get up and face himself, and he was still kneeling in front of Xivir in a very pious manner. before the statue of Weir.

"Why did you come to the Temple of My God?" The hoarse voice sounded again, and he still didn't get up at the moment, looking very rude, but Le Leng didn't mind, even if he didn't look at himself Opened a smile.

"I don't think what I want to do is important to your Excellency." Le Leng smiled slightly, "You don't care whether what I say is true or false, and whether my reasons are noble or despicable, you There will be no fluctuations at all, aren't you staying here just to prevent me from going to the next temple?"

At this moment, maybe the priest of Ibrahimovic finally reacted. He bowed and kowtowed in front of the statue, and then turned around to look at Le Ling, who was not far from the entrance of the passage.

He looks very young, even if you don't know that he is Brikid's younger brother, then guessing his age at this time would not think that he is over 25 years old. Unlike Brikid, his hair color His eye color and eye color are very common and harmless brown, and even his appearance is not outstanding, which makes people wonder whether he is really related to Brikid.

"No, you're wrong. I'm not stopping you, but testing you." The man seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and he seemed to be struggling when he spoke, and he would pause every paragraph, as if thinking about how to pronounce and how to speak. Express meaning, "The road to the center of the temple is called the road of trials, anyone can walk, as long as you pass the test, then I will let you pass, as long as you can defeat me, you can go to the next floor Temple."

"Moreover, it's not what you just said," the man gradually spoke faster, as if he was a little proficient in something he hadn't done for a long time, "If what you want to do will hurt my god interests, then no matter what, I won’t let you pass.”

"Because I have His Majesty Sivir's divine power in my hand, why are you talking to me so much now?" Le Ling smiled.

"The temple, it's been a long time, people are here." The man nodded, even though the little thoughts in his heart were pointed out by Le Ling, he didn't have any embarrassment, and he didn't think it was just small thoughts. "You're the first one in so many years."

Le Ling was taken aback when he heard this, and asked with a frown, "Didn't a group of people come here more than ten years ago?"

There was a trace of disgust on the man's ordinary and featureless face: "The group of heretics, if they know who their believers are, I will get an imperial order from my god to knock down his kingdom of God as an apology!"

"Then Priest Ibrahimovic, let's get over this without further ado. After all, I'm in a hurry now, and I'm afraid that some unknown troubles will happen if I don't hurry up." A long silver sword appeared in Le Ling's hand.

Although West Asia is indeed an orthodox legal saint son, even if he learns the knowledge of warriors, he can only see it on paper, but Le Leng is different. When he was born, the war between the alliance and the alien civilization had not yet ended. He just turned 12 years old and went to the battlefield with other people. Although there are no such things as thermal weapons and laser weapons at the moment, whether it is just before entering the battlefield or when he is off the battlefield to re-learn, Le Ling is always on the battlefield. Specialized fighting and gymnastics classes.

The long sword in his hand is what West Asia originally used as a ritual sword. As a weapon for the famous Holy Son, it is naturally a good magic pattern weapon, and it is not an exaggeration to use it as a sharp weapon now.

Ibrahimovic didn't wonder why Le Leng knew his name. In his opinion, the people who could enter the temple must be followers of Sivir. This person still has the purest divine power that belongs to Sivir, and it would be a bit strange if he didn't know his name under such circumstances.

Ibrahimovic didn't give in. Not long after Le Ling took out the long sword, he shot without warning. The floor of the hall was filled with a layer of bright yellow light, and everything was covered by this light. Down became heavy.

Le Ling could feel that the original soft robe was several times heavier under the light, as if it had turned into a pile of iron armor tens of kilograms, which was hard to breathe. The ground seems to have softened a bit.

Slightly lowering his head, he saw that the place he was standing on had changed from a hard stone surface to a soft sand grain, and it was slowly sinking because of the extraordinarily heavy self illuminated by the light.

Not only did his body become a lot heavier, but even his breathing became a little difficult. Sia's untrained arms couldn't carry the long sword that had grown several times in weight for a long time. Le Ling simply inserted the tip of the sword into the sand Among them, no matter how embarrassed he looks in front of Ibrahimovic at the moment.

Ibrahimovic's hoarse voice sounded again: "As a tester, I will not fight you with all my strength. At this moment, my strength is suppressed at the same level as yours. As long as you can defeat me in this situation I'll do it."

Le Ling was panting, Xia's physique was really bad, but he couldn't ask a law school to learn like a knight and practice his physical fitness every day, not to mention knowing that Xia's physique was not good, and he didn't help Xia to exercise He also has no right to despise his weak physical fitness at the moment.

But how could he not have thought of countermeasures for what he knew a long time ago?

Countless light yellow magic power poured into Le Ling's right hand holding the sword hilt, slowly dragging him into the gravel below, and soon the light from the gravel became weaker, and Le Ling felt himself His body relaxed a little.

But Ibrahimovic didn't just watch him solve the problem like this. In an instant, the soil thorns appeared from the ground. Le Ling was not afraid at all, and the gravel covered by the light yellow magic power immediately wrapped up. It was no different from before, and the robe he was wearing became soft again. He drew out his long sword and a blue light flashed on his body, and rushed towards Ibrahimovic.

There was no superfluous expression on Ibrahimovic's face, as if the quicksand that Le Ling cracked him was within his expectation, and it was true for him, if he fell down at the first move, then Ibrahimovic would also doubt whether he was Why did he come here? He raised his palm lightly, and several translucent bright golden and bright silver shields appeared around him, forming a rectangular box that firmly protected him in it.

After Le Ling blesses the spell, the speed is extremely fast. Almost as soon as the shield is protected, the silver sword tip scratches a long spark on it, as if this shield is not an energy shield that exists in the magic interface , but a real metal wall, no matter how sharp the sharp magic pattern on the sword body blessed by Le Ling is, the shield can stably block dozens of attacks within a second.

In the next second, countless ground thorns gushed out from the ground, stabbing at Le Ling who had torn off the hem of his robe, a blue light appeared in Le Ling's hand, and a huge wave rose in the space instantly.

Taking a closer look, a small gate from another world was connected to the water element plane from his hand, and a milky white halo popped up at the entrance of the passage, blocking the rising water waves back into the hall, preventing it from going to the passage mouth.

This is naturally beneficial to Le Ling. What the original hard metal wall can restrain the long sword is the bright yellow light shining on it. Under the washing of water spells, the light gradually dimmed, and the shield also became weaker. It's a bit more transparent.

Ibrahimovic apparently did not expect that Le Ling could connect to the water elemental plane so quickly. He was obviously caught off guard by the situation at the moment. Le Ling still did not give up the attack with the long sword in his hand, which made it too late for Ibrahimovic, who suppressed the realm, to clean up a large amount of flood , can only deepen the metal wall a few more layers.

Obviously, it is better to destroy than to build, and soon the traces of the spider web spread from the shield surface.

The author has something to say: After taking a nap in the afternoon, I suddenly woke up and did not save the manuscript _(:з」∠)_