The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Chapter 37: Revenge for me, brother



The mind has distracted thoughts, and the movements naturally slow down.

But the boss' attack won't release water to me because of my slow movement. The half-human palm of the hand, wrapped in the whistling wind, ran towards my body and slapped it.

rub!

When I reacted, I exploded, trying to avoid it, but it was too late.

The giant palm is close at hand, and the lines on it are clearly visible. I can even see a piece of rotten meat with dead skin stuck between my fingers.

The dead skin was pale green, and as expected, they started fighting in the den.

Those three elite goblin fighters who rebelled against it were shot to death by their master!

The palm wind blew my scalp numb, and I slapped my spirit, and instantly recovered: I'm not Conan, so I'm fine with it!

With both arms raised high, the short spear crossed his chest, making a not-so-standard defensive posture.

What followed was an angry slap from the tauren boss!

The huge force came from the short spear, along my arms, rushed into my body.

This tearing pain and overwhelming impact are exactly the same as the last time!

With a crackling sound, the sturdy short spear snapped instantly and turned into a broken spear.

My body, like a sandbag being thrown out, made an irregular arc and hit the wall heavily.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and my whole being stuck on the ground, panting in pain.

"Really. [him] Mom, happy!"

I gritted my teeth and burst out word by word, blood dripping from the corners of my teeth and mouth, into my collar and soaking my coat.

I exhaled hard, and there seemed to be a steel nail in my chest cavity, constantly piercing my chest and lungs, and every breath made me feel painful.

If I didn’t make a mistake, my ribs were broken at least in half, but I’m not sure. One or two of the broken stubbles were piercing deeply into my lungs.

I coughed up blood in pain and felt that my whole body was not good.

"Mr. An Xiaoyi!"

Kirk roared, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and the whole person became impulsive, holding the knight sword, and rushing towards the tauren boss again.

This brain-disabled believer who loves to pretend to be cold, doesn't know when, has already regarded me as his close comrade-in-arms in his heart. After seeing that I was hit hard, he even rushed toward the monster he couldn't defeat at all!

Facing the boss who has greatly improved the speed and strength, Kirk's impulsive attack was undoubtedly futile.

When the huge fist swept across Kirk's right shoulder, he couldn't even perform the most basic defensive movements, so he was smashed out.

Like a kicked ball, it hit the wall heavily, only two steps away from me.

He was hit hard and slipped down like a puddle of mud, but he didn't even die on the spot. I really don't know if it was his life or the God of Creation took special care of him.

Although his life was not lost, the injuries on his body were so heavy that it was moving.

The entire right shoulder, together with his arm, collapsed into his body from the ribs on the right side, as if a small half of his body had disappeared abruptly.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it was bleeding more than mine, a steady stream, as if there was no faucet completely closed.

Uh. .

There was a painful tremor in his throat.

"Creation, World, God" he said vaguely: "Why, why, don't you take me away?"

He raised his left hand weakly, and tremblingly placed it on his chest, even if it was painful, it did not stop his pursuit of the God of Creation.

"How are you?"

I turned my head laboriously, and asked in a weak voice.

"Yet, not dead" he spit out difficultly, still pouring blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

Suffocating in the severe pain, he went on: "No, but, hurry..."

The last word "a" was not spoken, and the severe pain again suffocated him.

Not far away, the tauren boss seemed to lose interest in the two of us dying, and took a heavy and powerful step to chase Quincy three people across the hall.

Seeing Kirk's painful twitches and listening to his hard breathing, I felt that he was going to die.

Thinking of his impulsive behavior, an inexplicable sadness surged in my heart.

"Why do you believe in the **** of creation?"

My weak road.

For some reason, I suddenly became curious about why he believed in the **** of creation.

Hearing this, his gaze had a little more brilliance, and he tried to support his body with difficulty. However, this action affected his collapsed right side of the body. Under the severe pain, he let out a painful hiss.

After the quick and heavy gasp, he raised his head with difficulty, a melancholy flashed in his eyes: "For, my brother."

"He died in order to protect me before." There was a deep sadness in his eyes, as if it was an unbearable past. The pain caused by this memory was even more intense than the pain.

However, he did not remain silent because of this, and continued: "The bishop said that the stronger the faith, the better he will live in heaven..."

At the end, his tone became indifferent: "This is what I owe him."

Kirk coughed violently again, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

I sighed lightly, but it affected the wound in my chest again, and under the severe pain, I had to lower my head and gasp.

Suddenly, I saw my right arm, and a glimmer of golden light was slowly evaporating, like the rising sun, shed hope!

That is. burn one's boats!

My talent is finally here!

The heart that was about to despair was once again full of strength, slowly propping up the body, and every movement would be accompanied by severe pain. However, I no longer pay attention to these, just like an unconscious wooden person with one hand Holding the wall, in the other hand, holding a broken spear with a spearhead.

Kirk looked at me in surprise, not knowing why.

"Can you do me a favor?"

I said weakly, and my eyes were fixed on the tauren boss.

"Go ahead..."

Kirk breathed hard, and once again affected the wound.

"Bring the boss here" my tone was firm, and my eyes were full of confidence: "Let me kill it!"

"it is good!"

Kirk agreed without hesitation. He gritted his teeth, leaning on one hand, struggling to support his body, leaning on the wall, and slowly standing up.

Every time he stood up, he would unconsciously let out a stern moan in his throat, and large and large cold sweat came out of his pores, and instantly penetrated his clothes.

He struggled to keep his body from falling down, panting in pain, and after a short pause, he slowly walked in the direction of the boss, like a tragic warrior.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, he didn't turn his head, didn't turn around, only kept his voice.

"Avenge me, my brother!"

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