Anime Crossover: I Became the Bull Demon King in My Own Land

A foul-smelling gust of wind rushed towards us from behind!

Instead of stiffening under the crisis, the boy's body burst forth with a force that propelled him forward.

Whoosh! The minotaur's hand was just inches away from catching the little rabbit, but it escaped again in a disheveled manner.

Along the way, the two figures chased and fled, a scene that had played out several times in a row.

At crucial moments, this small, thin boy always manages to anticipate danger and avert it.

However, even the greatest luck will eventually run out.

Each escape erodes one's luck, while desperate measures only exacerbate the crisis.

Finally, there was no way forward for Bell.

No, no!!

The boy pounded on the thick rock wall, his expression filled with despair.

Behind him, the panting minotaur was furious!

Roar! ...

A battle cry powerful enough to make most low-level adventurers' legs go weak echoed through the narrow passage, the violent sound waves overlapping and intertwining, crashing heavily onto Bell, who was trapped in a desperate situation.

His legs immediately lost control, and his body slid down helplessly like a puddle of mud.

It’s over.

The adventurer's life ends here!

They had only just encountered the gods, only just received divine favor, and only just arrived in the dungeon a few days ago.

Why did this happen to me? Why am I so unlucky?

Thoughts kept popping into my head, but they couldn't alleviate any of the real-world crises.

The minotaur's mouth was dripping with saliva, its eyes were bloodshot, and its two giant fists were raised high, then slammed down heavily on Bell, who was curled up in a ball and screaming!

"Ouch——!!"

at this time.

From behind them came a loud and arrogant wolf howl!

Being beasts themselves, the minotaurs were immediately drawn to the sudden sound.

Its instinct is to warn.

The attackers are extremely powerful!

"Hmph, damn monster, running so far~."

Bert, a werewolf with silver hair and silver armor, appeared from behind, his canine teeth grinding together as he uttered curses filled with resentment:

"You made me waste so much effort, you better be prepared!"

Bell's red eyes widened. An adventurer? He looks very strong!

Faced with Bert's imposing presence, which resembled a savage behemoth, the minotaurs, though lacking confidence, had no choice but to confront him head-on.

It arched its body, preparing to unleash the minotaur's most powerful skill: Savage Charge!

But the powerful hind legs had just pushed off the ground and started moving, and the body hadn't even had time to take a step forward.

boom! !

A flying kick from below, like a storm rising into the sky, carried unstoppable force and tore the minotaur's neck and above to shreds!

Tsk!

Bert lifted one leg, his expression disdainful.

The monster, swept away by the immense force, was thrown backward, and the blood spurting from its neck drenched the helpless Bell from head to toe, turning him into a blood-soaked mess.

"Ugh?"

“Hey hey hey!!?”

Seeing the sticky blood on his body, Bell let out a terrified scream.

It was only then that Bert realized there was another person behind the minotaur.

"Hey, shut up!"

Bert glared at Bell, startling him into silence.

He looked Bell up and down but found no wounds on his body.

Hmph, just another small fry.

Unwilling to pay any more attention, Bert turned and left.

But then Bell called out to him, "Um, thank you so much for your help!"

"Please tell me your name!"

The boy's eyes lit up with admiration for the strong.

"what?"

Bert turned around and looked impatiently at the pitiful boy.

In those clear eyes, he saw longing and aspirations.

...That's disgusting!

Despite being incredibly weak, why is he still full of expectations for this kind of place?

Why would someone be even more excited after already experiencing something like that?

Why do people who have witnessed life and death still maintain their passion?

Small fry should just stay on the ground and live out their lives however they please.

They have absolutely no self-awareness!

Such a person only causes trouble for others, and even if he dies, he doesn't deserve any sympathy!

In this little brat, Bert saw what he hated most—naivety and weakness!

His eyes were cold, and his lips curled into a mocking smile.

"You piece of trash, you dare ask my name?"

"He's obviously incredibly weak, yet he still has the nerve to run in the dungeon?"

Bell's expression froze upon hearing this.

The joy of surviving the ordeal and the expectation of meeting a hero had just begun when they were doused with cold water.

"I, I just..."

"Stop making excuses!" Bert said fiercely, letting loose and laughing loudly.

"In the dungeon, weakness is a sin! You deserve to die, you deserve to be killed!"

"You arrogant brat, do you really think you can make a name for yourself?"

Go home and dream your dreams!

"Let me tell you, there's no place for a nobody like you here!"

"If you want to save your life, you should abandon those pointless dreams as soon as possible and go back to the countryside to farm and carry manure for the rest of your life!"

His voice was shrill, and his tone grew increasingly harsh, eventually becoming an insult to his character.

"Did you understand, you idiot tomato kid?!"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

The piercing laughter pierced Bell's chest, and his not-so-strong heart completely broke down!

Why?

I just want to be a hero, why should such a dream be ridiculed?

The contrast between feeling resentful and having to admit one's own weakness is even more painful.

A strange emotion was brewing in his chest.

That was rebellion, self-esteem, and the youthful vigor.

When stimulated, their determination to prove themselves will be greatly enhanced.

Fate has been changed, but it is not so easily changed.

It always tries to correct itself, and in places where Eugene doesn't interfere, it will put everything back on track.

A heart full of longing and yearning for a goal.

A single-minded determination to prove oneself is the resolve to rise up and slap those who are wrong!

As the saying goes, fortunes change every thirty years, so never underestimate a young person's potential!

Even without a female lead, you can still slap faces; if you can't follow the Battle Through the Heavens route, then follow the Martial Universe route.

Bert = Lin Langtian?

Such a fate line is rapidly taking shape.

However, that man never misses anything.

boom! !

From the darkness in the distance, the tremors of battle erupted.

Bert's expression changed, and he turned around to look.

Is that Ais? Is she in trouble?

But just as the werewolf was about to leave...

From the darkness behind him, a tall, majestic beast with two horns on its head and covered in purple demonic flames strode out.

"..." Hey! Are you kidding me?!

Even after venturing deep into the underground city up to the fiftieth floor, Bert had never seen a guy like this before!