"Oh damn, why did you come across the treasure chest again? You must have cranked up your luck! Heck, I've never met a guy like you! Maybe I should change the name for you, um, lucky snail? "

Klein doesn't need to look to know that the title on his head has probably become "lucky snail", and maybe he will bring a funny stick figure. Of course, he doesn't care about this kind of thing at this time, in comparison , the treasure chest that seemed to be cast in bronze made him even more concerned.

What could it be?

Klein tossed the gold coin to confirm that the treasure chest was not in danger before stepping forward.

Just like before, when his palm came into contact with the treasure chest, the lid of the box popped up on its own, and then turned into a little starlight and dissipated, leaving only a short staff of forearm length in the palm of his hand.

This short staff is pale and tough in texture, and looks a bit like bone, and at the top of it is inlaid a black magic pattern engraved with intricate patterns.

Skillfully cast his eyes on the running group record, and a new line of text appeared on it—

"[The Spear of the Dead (1/1)], recite the spell [Death] in ancient Hermes, and activate a bone spear with a breath of death, causing huge damage and corrosive effects to non-undead units."

"Note: You can also try to use it to attack undead creatures, trust me, you will get a surprise."

…

"Surprise? It's almost scary, right?" Klein decisively ignored the remarks and took out the [Making Clear Water (4/5)] kettle that was used when he killed the slime, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"The two treasure chests are all consumable items similar to spells. This should not be accidental, or these mobs will only drop consumables, or all the drops in this trial are based on this It appears in various forms, but yes, this is just a trial after all. Consumables made by means of 'give urns' and 'gift rituals' can be developed sustainably, but I don't know if these things can be brought out. , it's enough to make clear water, this [Spear of the Dead] seems to be quite strong."

Thinking of this, Klein felt a little greedy. He hung the water bottle back on his waist, holding a short staff in one hand and a pistol in the other, and continued forward.

Then, he saw another scene that gave him a headache—

stairs.

But this time, the staircase in front of you was not the spiral staircase with forks before, but a wide and high staircase like a sun pyramid, with sections in the middle.

"I'm afraid it has to be ten meters wide, right? What's the point of building this kind of stairs underground?" Klein climbed the stairs vigilantly, just as he stepped between two steps, one about five meters long When he didn't know whether to call it a platform or a step, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared in his mind.

Klein, who was already tense, rolled out to the side when the clown's ability was triggered. At the same time, his left hand was raised in the direction of the premonition, the trigger was repeatedly pulled, and several gunshots were almost combined. Explosion in ears.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Six consecutive metal collisions sounded, followed by a series of metal landing sounds, and as the downed bullet landed, a gentle and slightly lazy voice also sounded—

"It doesn't seem like a general person can dodge this blow."

In an instant, Klein, who was more than three meters away, saw the figure of the sneak attacker. It was a handsome man wearing a blue robe, holding a wild sword that was nearly one meter five in length, and had a long ponytail.

He just stood on the platform, a pair of long and narrow eyes with a chill.

"No?" Klein looked at this very visual scene, his expression darkened immediately, but before he could say anything, the running group record automatically jumped out and wrote it in very arrogant Gothic letters line-by-line text—

"On the way forward, you met a powerful swordsman, which is your misfortune, but also your luck, because you suddenly remembered that this swordsman was passed by that dirty vampire through evil rituals, The resurrected super ancient swordsman, encountering him here, shows that your path forward is not wrong."

"Remarks: Draw your sword! Fight! Let's have a duel between swordsmen!"

"I'm not a swordsman!" Klein didn't know how much of his strength was restored by that wicked senior, but fighting with a swordsman was obviously not the style of a soothsayer. Klein threw off the magazine and chose one The simplest way to change bullets, but the arrogant twisting of the waist and the involuntary whistle when the bullets were put into the box, undoubtedly stimulated the swordsman in front of him.

The knife light flashed, and Klein, who had already used the clown's ability to practice the reloading posture to perfection, had already completed the aiming before the reloading action was over. However, not a single bullet can pass through the opponent's knife net, but...

"puff!"

A bloodstain slashed from the swordsman's cheek, but Klein sighed slightly. In the sound of the gunshot, he also mixed a few "air bullets", but he was still dodged by the other party.

The swordsman reached out and wiped the blood on his cheek, but Klein felt a strong killing intent locked on him.

The image of himself covered in blood suddenly exploded in his mind, and at the same time, the swordsman had swung the knife in his hand.

Although there was no sign, UU reading www.uukanshu.com did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but Klein clearly saw three sword lights, he did not know how the other party did it, but he knew that all his retreats were has been locked.

puff!

There were three bloodstains on Klein's body, and the blue-clothed swordsman's face also showed a bit of desolation. However, just as he turned around, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, the black gun Mouth, and the cremation exploded at a distance where the long knife could not be swung at all.

"Bang! Bang!"

The delicate head suddenly exploded, and then turned into countless light spots and scattered. It was only at this time that Klein's body that was chopped away suddenly collapsed and thinned, turning into broken paper that was chopped into three pieces. people.

"I'm sorry, I'm a magician..." Klein threw the gun handsomely, and at the same time as the bullet casings flew away, six more bullets fell into the bullet nest.

After reloading, he blew the muzzle that had stopped smoking angrily, and then turned his attention to the golden treasure chest left in place after the swordsman died.

"Despicable! Shameless! Don't you feel ashamed?! You have tainted a noble duel! You insidious little man!"

The running group record jumped out angrily, and the lines of words made Klein feel like he was reading Roselle's diary.

But he didn't care whether the title on his head would be turned into a "despicable snail". Compared with that kind of thing, the golden treasure chest in front of him was something worth paying attention to.

"Let me see what's inside!" Klein extended his hand towards the golden treasure chest with anticipation, but at this moment, what appeared in the suddenly opened treasure chest was not the same light spot as before. , but countless tentacles that look so vicious that they will be harmonious without playing mosaic!

"Fuck! Treasure chest monster?!"