The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“Heroise, what do you think is most important for the assassination to succeed? ”

Because it was so boring, I took the initiative to talk to Heroise after a long wait.

“Assassination? I haven't been an assassin... However, I was trained in assassination, mainly to watch out for strangers and not to walk to dangerous, remote and non-exiting places. The most important thing for me to say about the assassination is probably to be in a critical position at a critical juncture, and the other side is not ready. ”

“Yes, the most important thing about assassins is patience, patience...”

This is not the palace of Shopnos, but the BUG site of the underworld, which I am familiar with, and it doesn't attract the attention of anyone else if we're going to do assassination work here.

I'm not a professional assassin... No, I can't even qualify, considering my poor diving skills and disguised abilities, cheating on ordinary dead spirits is okay, cheating on dead spiritual emperors with a soul perspective and professional cheating on the native demon emperor, don't even think about it, so I took a stupid approach.

“Squat, keep squatting, I don't believe he's going out. ”

Instead of entering the hinterland of the Devil's camp and approaching the target under layers of inspection, I'd rather wait for him to come out.

The bitter battle with hypocrites probably leaked a lot of my abilities, but my BUG world has always been top-secret, and I entered the BUG world at the front door of the palace in Shopnos, so, when I came out, naturally, it would be there.

Someone should have guessed, yes, I intend to use the power of the BUG world this time to squat to the tyranny monarch to go out, then suddenly appear, severely cut him, the only problem...

“Patience, patience... Patience, goddamn it! It's been a day and a half! That guy's still out there. Get out! I'll be patient, big guy! ”

Finally, my patience nearly collapsed, and no wonder I couldn't stand it. I've been waiting here for thirty-seven hours, and for the assassination to succeed, I maintained a posture for almost eight hours.

“Rest now, another group of living prisoners has been sent for rations, and it appears that Salvinstein is not going out today. ”

I sweated down my sword, and countless shimmers returned and everything returned to calm.

“Legend has it that in the far east, there are amazing groups of people who, in order to assassinate or gather intelligence, can crouch in a toilet pit for a few days and are in position to wait for the assassinated object to go to the toilet, how professional it is... ”

“Don't be ridiculous, Oriental I've been there too, there are such disgusting people, it's not looking at other people over their heads... disgusting, it's disgusting. ”

“Don't say that this time it's hearsay, but I'm really not bullshitting. There are some examples of this, so they call Jen (a big mistake)... No, hold on (Continues to make a big mistake), um, this time it should be right. Bear it. It's really bearable."

It seems that the memory is a little obscure. Anyway, it's a very tolerable person. That's probably what I mean. Wrong word. It's been so long, inevitable.

“So, this time we're going to be ‘spiritual', squatting to the bottom of the pit, enemies can't come, I'm not leaving! It's just that someone is on my head... then I better go, bear with me, it's really not human. ”

“Stop it, it's disgusting. You're absolutely wrong. How could there be such a profession? ”

I shook my head helplessly. No one believed me these days, to be honest. I may have misremembered some details, but there should be no mistake in general, which seems to be true.

With the issuance of the order for a temporary rest, the distant pillar of light also stopped delivering holy light to me, and everything returned to calm.

At a glance at the dawn sword that was losing its shine, I nodded satisfactorily, and because of the good material, the sword was capable of more than expected in all its aspects.

“What kind of sword can you really do? ”

“Of course, as long as I cut it, there's still the end of it. ”

Even though my mouth is very confident, I am still a little bottomless right now, and at this time I really regret dealing with the hypocrites.

Had it not been for that battle to show the threat to the Abyss God and prepare the opponent for me, there would be a lot of tricks I could play right now, instead of standing so silly and waiting for each other to come out.

The Dawn Sword has two major attack modes, mode two, the "Dawn Sun” mode, which was previously demonstrated on the battlefield, where it emits light to reduce and purify opponents in large areas.

And the second is the pattern of concentration of light, which will ravish the holy light, turning it into an indestructible blade of light, and as for the upper limit of attack power, that determines the carrying limit of me and this sword, which I don't know.

“At that time, Sophokeri was knifed and had less than half the capacity. Although it only wounded the epidermis, it did hurt the Lord of the Abyss, this time with an upper limit of eight hours of accumulation and at least a few times more killing power. ”

This is both an extrapolation and a little self-confidence for me. After all, the theoretical weapons that have not passed the field test are always unsettling.

Because the material of this sword is too excellent… The ancient Sun God's artifact gem, the Lord of Holy Light's origin spear, and the Guardian Hammer inherited by the Holy Knight are equal to three of the world's finest artifacts in one. Although it cannot reach triple the power of artifacts, it will never be poor in material artifacts.

It's the limit that I haven't touched yet, and instead, the eight-hour limit is my personal limit, and by that point, the holy light that I can control has reached its limit, for up to 10 minutes, and if I don't wave or stop, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it myself.

“Stop complaining, at least you don't have to build up your own holy light, otherwise you won't be enough to smoke you dry. ”

Heroise is also saying that if it weren't for this bug world, it would not only allow me to keep accumulating holy light through the Tower of Light in the Underworld, but it would also give me peace of mind to infuse holy light for hours, just to wield that sword.

“ ……. Indeed, don't say eight hours on the battlefield, that's three minutes won't give you. ”

Filling the dawn sword with holy light is not a simple calculation of time, but the closer it gets to the limit, the more holy light and time it takes, only half an hour into it, this black painted underworld becomes the Hall of Le Tomorrow, and three hours later, the light sword does not say that Herois instinct retreats, even I look numb.

And under the premise of unlimited energy, what is needed is probably the time to save.

In a sense, it is also a curse that requires the source of the Holy Light to continuously provide energy, like a magician's tower, and then allow me to accumulate for hours, turning all energy into a deadly blow.

“Honey, in case this thing takes off, blows up, we... Okay, put down that innocent eggplant, I won't be talking nonsense. Have you gotten these things lately? ”

When I saw a dead cat wandering around with an egg, I shut my mouth wisely.

“Okay, break's over, come back. ”

The more I feel the advantage after breaking through the demigod, at least now, with a little rest, a little water and two bites of bread, my strength can quickly recover... This seems a little familiar. The online characters seem to be drinking water and eating bread and bleeding back. What kind of strange physique and setting is this?

“Cough, concentrate. ”

I held the Sword of Dawn and began to summon the Holy Light again, while the Tower of Holy Light in the distance began to glow, and the endless Holy Light shined on me and began to power me and the Holy Sword.

This trick can only be played once, it will definitely not be played again next time, so this time, I really intend to seize the opportunity and take down the real results.

“Squat, keep squatting, be patient, squatting until the end of the world, I don't believe he will not come out to the bathroom... No, I don't believe he will go out! ”

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Perhaps it was a mistake for Shopnos to come to the front.

He felt that he was a large coffee table with tragedy on it.

Ambitious to come to this position, thinking that a world of the dead can finally be built, has not done anything, and has been hit several times in a row.

First his teammates were all sorts of soy sauce and laziness, he could only survive alone, hard enough to pull out the coffin to win the war, but then he turned around and found out that all his allies had run away, the one he trusted the most, and he also took away most of the spoils, himself desperately and laboriously, eventually not only empty, but also full of hatred with humans, now waiting to be crusaded.

If you look at it from the point of view of Shopnos, it's a real tear.

“Clearly we are all allies. Clearly we agreed to defeat the land of the dead together. Massacre of mankind is a joy. It is also a joy to share joy with the allies of the dead. Why, why, … Why are you betraying so skilled? How many times have you betrayed each other? ”

This is Roland's line brainstorming, it has nothing to do with me... White scholars or something, should be dragged out to kill first.

At this point, if there's no resentment, I'm afraid it's a saint.

Is Dead King Hupnos a saint? Obviously it is not possible, famous for his grumpy temper, he is now not only full of grump, but also difficult to find a place to spread wild, so that the hold is about to explode.

But as a tyrant, Salwinstein doesn't care what he thinks.

Shopnos demanded that the devil fulfill his covenant and immediately set out to attack the human coalition, but was told that their covenant forgot to write a fulfillment date, so hitting the human race was certain, but that day depended on the mood of the devil's bosses.

It was the powerful who had a say. Shopnos had nothing to do with it. He just turned around and walked away. His anger had already been saved to its limits.

In a way, Shopnos is really an antique from the last century, even the devil can easily deceive him if he meets Roland... Of course, this is also for a special reason. Shopnos probably has not met him before to play with his presence in person. There is no need for the monarch of the devil to give the face to the Great Sovereign. He can play with whatever he wants. He is not afraid to turn his face.

Now, Salwingstein had no intention of fulfilling his contract, and he was patient enough to do nothing.

Everyone knows that with the opening of the lower doors, every day his legions will become stronger, while the forces of the dead will naturally appear weaker and lose control.

Instead, he felt a little sorry, and Shopnos handed it off so well that his contract traps and patterned supplemental contracts didn't work out.

But it turns out that Shopnos' patience has reached its limit, so go out with him tomorrow and visit the army, and it's time for those spiritual bones to see the greatness of the Lord of the Devil.

Salwenstein thought so and finally made the decision.

And the next morning, when he and Shopnos had finished their consultations, just near the gate of the palace, suddenly a mortal appeared in front of him.

“So familiar.....”

Suddenly, Salwenstein's face changed dramatically. Of course, this face was familiar. Both brothers had this face, but whoever it was, they were the devils' dead enemy.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Eat my sword. ”

Then Salwenstein looked at the blonde saint and said hello to himself, saying hello, and then...

“Sword? What sword? ”

At this point, he noticed that the saint was holding a sword, and that above the handle of the sword, it was not a holy light, it was just a faint darkness.

There is no knife blade above the handle of the sword, only a dot of stardust makes up the night.

Light, to the extreme, turned into a black hole-like nothingness.

And Salwenstein Salwenstein didn't have time to mourn his discovery, he didn't notice that the moment he saw the opponent, Shopnos had hidden behind him, and in a sense, Shopnos didn't resent the other Dead King too much, the selling mate is really the tradition of the Dead King.

“Holy Light, this enemy is worth a fight! ”

Next, the flood of light, drowned everything.