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Ellen was eaten, in any sense. Looking up close, a face grew out of the triangle head of the dripping mouth. Ellen's face was in his eyes. The "retreat" killer's vicissitudes sounded in the clown's ears. The clown looked crazy and said nothing, and immediately retreated to the side of the corridor. The host disappeared, but the professionals at the rune tower did not. In the intricate corridor, the scattered professionals would be separated by the duo, leaving them to compete with the goblins for a little life.

Bang! The first attacker, Adrian, was always studying the symptoms of out-of-control, and it cannot be extended. The longer the time, the stronger the golem. This attack was the same as last time, and one blow broke the stone man in half. In the broken body of the golem, meat and steel grew together. It was not ordinary meat, wrapped in iron or iron, wrapped in meat, but steel, meat and blood, and the two could be exchanged freely.

It was a disgusting sight, but the worst was still behind. Adrian destroyed the golem, and suddenly felt his head lower. He waved his hand quickly and realized that his hair had turned into wire, and the miracle hanging from his wrist had changed from metal to twisted internal organs. Adrian wanted to throw his intestines away at the time, but he fought for years on the contaminated frontline, forcing him to resist the cold and perform magic on the intestines. The pure elements were washed away, and the intestinal miracle returned to its original form.

When he met the bracelet, Adrian looked at the other bracelets. The pollution of stone people does not take time. Most professionals have blood and steel to treat each other's symptoms. Some are soft blood vessels entering the steel tube, clusters of neural networks turn into deadly wires, and the pain emitted from the body tortures professionals. There is no resistance or rules, and it is all based on luck.

In the face of pollution, whether it is strong or not is no longer a rule of distinction between professionals. Pollution is quantitative. Luck is just a muscle on the arm, which can be treated by cutting a bone. Unfortunately, the body's neural network turns into a plant and waits for death.

Adrian's hair changed, and after the pollution occurred, the first breath was gone, and it was no big deal. Unfortunately, one of the hunters, half of his head turned into steel, and a thick steel muscle implanted in his brain caused irreparable damage to his brain. Shush! A hunter ended this unfortunate fate, then, holding back his tears, waved a long knife, and rushed towards the drip mouth.

The painful partner begged him to end his life, and he wanted to vent his pain on the clay man! The charge hunter encountered the stone man's spear, and the monster waved eight spears at a time, and defeated the hunter with an unpreventive attack.

"The whole person was on the boat, he was recovering!" The sharp-eyed professional saw the wounds healed by the gargoyles, and the illegal steel grew out of the flesh, and the carapace woven with pieces of meat. Bang! A ball of fire flew over the hunter's shoulders and violently hit the limbs of the resurrected Zerg. The burning steel and flesh turned into a ball of fire.

Adrian's spell can be triggered, causing fear of all professionals. They are afraid of irregular pollution, fearing that they will become the next death of the steel creature, and no one knows whether the golem's pollution is only once and can only be destroyed to ensure that there will be no second lucky judgment. Some professionals rise from fear, and some rise from flying.

In the rune tower's team, a mage touched his hard arm and lost his will to fight.

With the flick of his wrist, a terrible rune appears in his hand. This is a temporary rune he imitates, the thief's shadow jumps, and this spell allows the caster to temporarily walk in the shadow dimension and move in the space of the main world.

The mage's body disappeared, Adrian felt it, and when he looked at the escaped disciples, the mage sighed. Not everyone is Gowen. If we leave now, the professionals outside will tear him to pieces. Gowen was wrong. He was not very generous. He just didn't want to face it. The professionals were in trouble when they were alive.

Why do they care about others? The battle between golems and professional golems continues. Outside the laboratory, Ouyang Dao smiled and looked at the mage who appeared in front of him. When the mage appeared from the shadow jump, he faced with Ouyang Dao, Ouyang Dao and the old mage. He didn't know them, but Gao Wen knew enough and didn't know more. The mage immediately put on a defensive posture, held a green fireball in his hand, and shot the three of Ouyang Dao directly. "I tell you, sir, this is what the Rune Tower looks like now."

After the fireball, Gao Wen's voice sounded, which made the mage confused. Next he was grabbed by the arm stretched out from the flame. Ouyang Dao's arm passed through the fireball like a demonic hand in the green flame. He twisted his wrist and twisted the escaped mage's neck. Ouyang Dao nodded to the old mage. "Don't thank me," the master said nothing. Gao Wen noticed the exchange and began to think.

"Okay, okay, okay! I don't know that besides us, the voice of clowns sounded on the other side of the corridor. They were here to kill the wizards who ran away, but they met the hidden Ouyang Dao and the old wizards. "Be careful, it was the two of them" the killer's figure disappeared. He reminded that the clown's attitude immediately became much more serious. She did not forget that according to the judge, the whereabouts of these two professionals are not worse than them. "Why don't you try to convince us to surrender?" Ouyang Dao smiled, and the clown snorted.

"Can you surrender now?"

"No" Ouyang Dao's figure disappeared, and the clown sneered and retreated at the same time. The first three shots were misled by Ouyang Dao, and he shot out from the muzzle with five huge bullets. The clown was a little surprised. All professionals, who could dodge his five shots, were good at it. The clown took a step back and looked at the last two bullets. If the last two were not hit, she had to change the way of fighting. The master who could dodge the five bullets was not an alchemist like her. Bang! The fourth shot hit the wall, and smashed Ouyang Dao's feet with stones and soil. To the clown's surprise, the fifth shot hit Ouyang Dao's chest.

I thought it was the master, and it turned out to be this level! The clown was carrying a double-barrel gun, twisted into a huge sniper rifle. Get ready to dance with the bullet! The corners of the clown's mouth cracked, but in the sniper's scope, she saw something that scared him: the shot she fired was in Ouyang Dao's hand, and in the smell of gunpowder filled with gunpowder, Ouyang Dao held the bullet and smiled at her.

Bang, bang, bang! Fear caused the clown to hollow out his magazines and fired a series of anti-armor guns similar to rockets. The power of the counterattack caused the clown's hammer to hurt his chest.

Although his vision was covered by smoke, the clown did not stop attacking. The sniper rifle fired one by one, took out a magazine and threw it out. The thrown sniper rifle turned into small pieces. After a while, the smell of gunpowder and engine oil was filled with the air.

But danger from instinct

It has never disappeared. When Ouyang Dao came out of the fog, the clown glared at him and breathed rapidly. Professional power is never just those that have been fully mastered. The most powerful power is often the easiest to lose control. Modern weapons cannot satisfy the devastating nature of the clown throwing away the last gun. The clown's alchemy robe disappeared, and by contrast, the weapon in her hand was very strange in shape.

The manufacturing rules of an alchemist are very simple. Alchemist masters can make master-level weapons and elite weapons. However, in addition to the personal research and personality rewards of standard alchemists, alchemists can also create weapons that surpass their professions, but in terms of the profession of making weapons, using an alchemist will also cause damage to themselves.

What is even more terrifying is the mechanical pollution that comes with weapons. Generally speaking, no professional is willing to use more methods than traditional methods, but the current battle is a one-sided posture. The clown does not use more advanced methods, and I am afraid there will be no chance to mobilize. Behind him, the assassination master secretly calls him bad. If the master level ignores pollution and loss of control, it can create a weapon to cause legendary damage. This is the gap between the master and the legend, and the old master is not too worried. If the legendary epic is controlled and polluted, it can become an epic tie. On the battlefield, an oval barrel weapon appeared. Behind the barrel, a tentacle was extended and deeply inserted into the clown's arm. The tentacles were filled with blood, pulling the master's blood from the clown into the barrel. "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

The clown was speechless, with only harsh laughter, red light from the oval muzzle, blood-red flash of the laser, and worm-like creatures, drilling in and out of the laser at high speed. Bang! The speed of this shot is far beyond normal, Ouyang Dao has no time to avoid it, and being hit directly by the laser, the high temperature will burn his skin. Ouyang Dao strangled the automatic resurrection body function, watching the strange laser insects drill into the body from the wound, and then... it was digested.

"Ah!" Ouyang Dao screamed, grasping the wound tightly, and falling down before the last punch. The clowns broke the clown guns in their hands, and the scattered parts splashed, watching the clown be seriously injured. Suddenly, the clown appeared in front of the killer, who obviously suddenly appeared in the fight with the master, blocking the scattered part with his body.

Looking at the figure disappearing in front of him, the master suddenly understood why the killer could be invisible or disappear out of thin air. The sudden appearance of these assassins was completely the function of a double body. The real body was in place without contact or approaching, and naturally he would not be detected invisible. The battle ended with a one-on-two exchange. The old mage was ready to pursue, but was captured by the seriously injured Ouyang Dao.

"Stop chasing, go quickly!" The master widened his eyes, but found that at some point, a large number of giant ants suddenly appeared on the other side of the ruins, and more than a dozen restless elite masters. The master looked gloomy and grabbed Ouyang Dao and ran away. The clown and the murderer who escaped in advance were chased.

When he wondered why the old master let them go, a vibration of an ant colony came from behind him. A large number of ants gathered in the passage. In addition to acting as pathfinders, the soldiers expanded the passage behind them, shattered under their huge teeth, and the ant colony declared its existence with overwhelming force.

On the other side of the lab, the gargoyle had just died, and in exchange for destruction of it, Adrian's right hand turned into steel, the gargoyle caused three pollutions, the second and third pollution were brief, with more than half of the professionals dead.