[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Lin Xian'er knew how to predict, and sure enough, not long after, another portal opened, and three shooters and an assistant walked out, supporting each other. They had no external injuries, but they were obviously in bad spirits, looking like they had just been rescued after doing hard labor in a black coal mine for ten years.

As soon as the person came out, he collapsed to the ground and stretched out his hand. Lei Chun blinked, took off the water bag from his body and handed it to him. The five people held the water bag and took turns drinking, and everyone would vomit inexplicably after drinking.

Lei Chun sighed, with a hint of heartache in his eyes: "It's so difficult." He turned around and said to Lin Xian'er: "You stay here to take care of them, I'll go make some soup."

Lin Xian'er nodded: "There seem to be three hens left in the tent. Let's stew them all together with the mushrooms. Remember not to add the green spice."

Lei Chunqi asked: "Why?"

Lin Xian'er stroked her temples and said tenderly, "Because Ximen Chuxue can't stand that color. He wants to vomit when he sees it."

Lei Chun smiled knowingly and gave her a reassuring look: "Got it."

Stewing chicken is a time-consuming task. By the time she finished stewing a large pot of hot chicken and mushroom soup and brought it over, there were already seven people lying in Cui Fank's palace, and the first few people who came out, including Lin Xian'er, had all gone back.

The chicken soup was yellow with a thick layer of oil floating on the surface. The wheat cakes were also freshly baked and were crispy and fragrant. As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the rich aroma immediately suppressed the lingering smell of blood in the hall. The seven people lying dead on the ground suddenly jumped up like fish out of water. Without even having time to pick up the bowls, they scooped the food into the bucket with a spoon and put it into their mouths, sticking out their tongues due to the burns.

It's not that I'm hungry, I just want to suppress the bitter, ugly, bloody taste in my mouth. The potions are effective, but each one is more unpalatable and disgusting than the last.

Lei Chunguang couldn't bear it anymore and asked worriedly, "What's going on inside?"

Hu Fei put down the spoon, scratched his beard, and looked quite disappointed: "It's... quite lively in there? But that monster is too hard to fight. Not only is its skin thick, but it also recovers very quickly. If you want to kill it, you have to keep hitting it and never let it have any chance to breathe."

Seeing that Lei Chun's face was really pale, Hu Fei subconsciously wanted to pat her shoulder to comfort her, but just as he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong, and finally slapped himself on the head and pointed at the pot: "I'll have to trouble you to make more of this, we'll take turns to eat out!"

Lei Chun said hurriedly: "As you should, the monster is very powerful, you have to be more careful."

Ke Zhenwu slammed his iron rod on the ground and said, "What a hateful monster! If my mecha was here, I wouldn't have let him be so arrogant!"

It was really frustrating. A flying bat, he was a top-notch fighter in his area, but in this crappy place he couldn't even be a shooter and could only be a support! How could Ke Zhenwu be a support? He had to walk around the field with full agility delivering medicine to others? That was almost like giving up his life!

It's impossible to pretend. They have been together for a long time. They like to fight a few moves when they have nothing to do. They all know who is stronger. When discussing tactics, not only did they not count him as a warrior, they didn't even give him a bow. Ke Zhenwu was very dissatisfied! Just now, he finally saw the opportunity to rush to the monster and swung his iron rod, hitting Mephisto with all his strength. The demon didn't even fight back, and didn't even look at him. He was accidentally injured by the guy with two holes under his eyebrows who was just venting his anger and whose archery accuracy was not as good as that of a blind man.

Being insulted suddenly like this made Ke Zhenwu miss the days when he had a mecha. Although it was not easy to survive in the interstellar era, he was still a high-level mecha soldier! So what if his gender was divided into O? He was already past the age of being susceptible! Those who dared to laugh at him for not knowing his own abilities, I'm afraid they couldn't even drive a primary mecha?
While he was fantasizing about how to bring those guys who looked down on him to the interstellar battlefield to vent their anger, on the other side, the monster-killing team was fighting hard with Mephisto.

They fought from outside the cell into inside, from the underground first floor to the third floor. The song "Good Luck Is Coming" had been played on loop for more than two hundred times, making the listeners extremely annoyed and irritable.

Yuan Shisan was fighting and cursing at the same time, his brain was about to explode, and occasionally he had to endure the arrows from his already collapsed teammates.

"Yuan Shisanxian! Can you please just die? Stop waiting for your luck to come! I am so annoyed!"

"Please change the song. I'd rather listen to the wind blowing up the dust!"

It would have been fine if they were just playing songs, but the atmosphere group would pop up from time to time to cause trouble. Sometimes a group of people dancing dragons and lions would appear, and sometimes men and women in strange costumes would appear, with kind smiles on their faces, looking straight ahead: "Dear guests, dear friends, good evening, everyone!" After that, there was a burst of warm applause and cheers coming from nowhere.

But this damn atmosphere group still has absolute defense, and even Mephisto couldn't hit them at all. They witnessed with their own eyes that the Demon King was so annoyed by these guys that he jumped up and stepped on the heads of the dragon and lion dance team. They thought that there would be bones and flesh splattered everywhere, but they didn't expect that the Demon King was actually pushed up by the dragon and lion dance team. Pushed up!
Poor Mephisto couldn't even stand steadily, and his huge body was thrown to the ground and he couldn't get up for a long time. He was still singing and dancing, but no one helped him. Instead, a group of people took the opportunity to beat up this tens of millions of years old old woman, which was very unsportsmanlike.

As time went on, more and more unexpected events occurred. The originally arranged formation fell into chaos. Those who were unwilling to be archers all ran to close combat. The few assistants picked up the archers' bows and arrows. The positions were in chaos. The meat shields took on this and didn't care about that. It's true that the meat shields can take beatings, but it's really frustrating to keep getting beaten. Shi Guanyin felt very aggrieved and secretly converted points to hit monsters.

An experienced commander would have stopped this chaos immediately. Unfortunately, Ximen Chuxue had experience, but he was used to being a lone ranger, and his mind was not wired to command a battle. Shangguan Jinhong could command, but he had no experience in killing monsters!

After the stalemate lasted for the third hour, casualties began to occur.

Lin Xian'er became one of the auxiliary shooters. This was not her own will, but she was unfortunately trapped in the corner when delivering medicine and couldn't run away. However, her aim was very good, and the explosive potion tied to the arrow fell right on the wound that the demon had just been cut. Mephisto's right arm was almost blown off, and the hatred was drawn steadily.

Mephisto roared and swung his right arm. A storm of ice and snow attacked and froze Lin Xian'er on the spot. A bone whip that was several meters long stabbed straight at her. She screamed and closed her eyes resignedly.

The severe pain she had imagined did not come. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that the person standing in front of her was Wen Xue'an.

Number Seven in the World is not a meat shield. Although he changed his points at the moment of blocking the bone whip, he did not have time to increase his vitality too much at the critical moment.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered and slid on the ground, with a smile still on his lips.

Lin Xian'er widened her eyes, tears welling up in her eye sockets. An indescribable emotion surged from her heart. She suddenly understood why Ye Gucheng had such a strange expression when Ximen Chuxue blocked the arrow for him, and why he almost immediately distanced himself from Ximen Chuxue.

The feeling of being protected by someone is really mysterious.

She hurriedly hugged Wen Xuean and poured the recovery potion into his mouth with shaking hands: "You...you must hold on!"

Wen Xue'an nodded, slowly reached out and touched Lin Xian'er's face, and said infatuatedly: "I'm glad that you're okay..."

After he finished speaking, his body radiated a holy light on Sunday. The light was divided into five colors and reflected thousands of rays, instantly covering the entire prison.

Lin Xian'er was stunned. Before she realized what was going on, she heard a desperate roar from not far away: "No!!!"

late.

"No. 7 in the world, you despicable villain!" Several sad and angry voices almost pierced the sky.

The next moment, Wen Xue'an stood up in high spirits! After waiting for so long, he finally found the right opportunity to use the skill of Our Lady's Glory!
At the moment of divine light, the song that originally brought good luck stopped, and the style of the song changed to a melodious child's voice. "I give you a little heart and a flower~ You have touched me so much in my life, you are my angel, guiding me all the way..."①
"Listen to me and thank you. Because of you, the four seasons are warm..."

Amid the melodious and warm singing, Wen Xue'an smiled gently, and the dark prison cell was suddenly filled with sunlight. The blood and fighting disappeared, and all the hatred turned into full of emotion and tears.

"He...he was willing to die for his companions!"

"It's so touching. He is a saint. I have to kneel down in front of such a saint!"

"Oh my God, someone please save me, he is so charming and dazzling, I...I am willing to die for him!"

The singing continued, perfectly reflecting everyone's thoughts, and someone even sang along softly: "I want to thank you, because of you, love is hidden in my heart~ Thank you, thank you for having you, and passing on happiness..."

Listening to the compliments from the people around him and the occasional sobbing in the corner, Wen Xue'an smiled reservedly and said slowly: "Thank you for your praise. I just did what I should do."

The hoarse voice sounded particularly charming at this moment.

"This monster has done many evil things, but God has mercy on the living. Let me persuade him and let his soul go to hell."

As he spoke, he slowly walked up to Mephisto and smiled softly: "Mephisto, you..."

Mephisto also shed tears, and his unclear magic voice was made unusually sharp by her. He sobbed, "Don't say anymore, I understand, I understand everything!"

Go ahead and say it. She slowly stretched out her right hand, and under Wen Xue'an's smiling eyes, she slapped him against the wall, turning him into a bloody mess.

The Lord of Hate certainly had reason to do so.

"There are too many sufferings in the world, and only hell is eternal. I will send you to be with me...eh?"

Wen Xue'an was dead, his skills were ineffective, and Mephisto stopped talking in the middle of his words, looking confused.

The sunshine was gone, the emotion was gone, and the huge prison of hatred was plunged into extreme embarrassment and silence for a moment.

The silence was broken by Shangguan Jinhong's shout: "Everyone, take your positions! Kill!"

"Return to formation! Shooters stay back!"

If the crooked ways don't work, what else can you do? Just keep fighting!

Bet everything on one throw, try your best, and fight to the death!

……

The full pot of chicken soup was almost finished, and Lei Chun cooked another pot of beef. She had already moved all the pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils to Cui Fank's palace. The fire under the stove was burning brightly, and there was a kettle of soju warmed on the stove.

After going to the resurrection point twice, she had completely calmed down. She listened to the fighting and screams coming from underground, and watched numbly as people continued to come out of the portal and go back.

Teammates came and went, and she couldn't help much. She could only cook more meals as best she could, and went to the merchant to get a large batch of potions. Seven or eight boxes were piled on the ground, and they were all used up after a while.

There were also bows and arrows and weapons, which were being consumed almost as fast as the food.

This battle lasted for too long. On the seventh day, the portal opened and the people inside came out one after another. They all looked listless. Lei Chun looked at them in surprise. This time everyone actually came out!
Does this mean...

There were people lying all over the palace, everyone was silent, silent and tired. Some of them fell asleep as soon as they lay down, and those who were not asleep just kept their eyes open, staring blankly into the void.

At this moment, a man walked out from the corner of the palace.

He was wearing golden armor, had six pairs of light wings on his back, and a hood on his head, but the hood was empty.

This is a man without appearance.

This man had appeared in the Tomb of Tal Rasha in Lu'Golin after Duriel's death, and now he appears again.

Lei Chun walked up to him in surprise and asked, "Is Mephisto dead?"

The man nodded and said slowly in a reserved and deep voice: "Congratulations, great human beings, you have created myths, you have changed history, I am proud of you..." Blah blah blah, before he finished speaking, a stone was thrown at him.

"roll!"

He didn't roll away, but calmly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

People.Parchment
"Although I know this is very difficult for you, but now is the time for the survival of mankind. Baal and Diablo have polluted the Worldstone. At that time, all human shelters will be exposed to Hell. At the same time, Baal and Diablo have stolen the power of the Worldstone. Listen, you must set off immediately to the top of Mount Arreat to defeat them. But before that, I believe you have obtained Mephisto's Soulstone. You must first cross the River of Fire, go to the Hellforge, kill the guarding blacksmith, and use the Hellforge's hammer to smash the stone!"

"Please set off immediately, children. The fate of the entire world depends on you. I will always be watching over you."

(End of this chapter)