The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

With a scream, the enchanted bat boss showed a hideous face, and his wings slammed. Two violent air currents instantly superimposed and blew at me. At the same time, its huge body swished up into the air while beating. Both wings, with a big mouth wide open on one side, exposing dense fangs, even in such dim light, they also shone with cold light.

Beneath my wings, the violent air flow whirled around, blowing the surrounding gravel dust and sand everywhere. I held my body, raised my arms, covered my face, and resisted the blowing sand and splashing debris. Stone, and the violent currents that keep hitting.

I don’t dare to speak. With a mouth, sand and gravel will be blown in. At the same time, I don’t dare to move randomly. I must always pay attention to the dynamics of the demonized bat boss hanging above my head, although it is the strongest and sharpest. The pair of toes were cut off by me, but I can't guarantee whether it has other assassins that have not been revealed. After all, it is not easy to be called a boss monster.

The cut off part of the demonized bat boss is still sprinkled with blood, a pair of pale red eyes with cunning light, at this moment, there is no more cunning color anymore, instead, it is anger and rage.

Perhaps it was because the humans who could hurt it hadn't existed for too long, the injured demonized bat boss actually gave up the previous caution and cunning, and replaced it with a terrible impulse.

It is no longer just hanging in the air, looking with both eyes, analyzing my every move with my brain, and then waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, but suddenly turned around, head and feet up, wings folded, and smashed at me like a cannonball. Down.

The demonized bat boss, who is a lap bigger than a brown bear, has a weight that can't be ignored. It accelerates and crashes down. What is the difference between a large refrigerator dropped from thirty to forty floors?

Anyway, with my current level and strength, I can't bear it.

I'm not that kind of dumb fool. I can hide if I can't carry it down. As long as it doesn't hurt me, I can talk about it.

Jumping back again and again, I stopped three meters away from the original position.

The footsteps hadn't stopped yet, and there was a dull blast from the place where I stood before, like an earth bomb that was detonated.

The momentary impact force pushed me back half a step again, stabilized my figure, and I couldn't help but smack my tongue when I fixed my eyes.

The place where I just stood, after being hit by the demonized bat boss like a cannonball, was actually smashed out of a pit more than three inches deep, and the scope of the pit is about the same as the area of ​​the demonized bat boss. No two.

"Good guy" I twitched the corners of my mouth, dripping sweat and black lines on my forehead: "This time I seem to be really excited. I knew I should just hold on for a while. Maybe I can remove one of its wings. Drop."

Having said this, I recalled the moment of hacking in my mind, and once again broke out a cold sweat: "Forget it, if I am a little bit later, I will probably be broken by it, then I will be angry at this time. It shouldn't be it, but me..."

Then, I shook my head again and denied my conclusion: "No, no, no, it will definitely not be anger, because in that case, it won’t take long for me to turn into dung. As for the anger... Digested."

The demonized bat boss shook his head and slowly climbed up from the ground. He glanced at his body first. He didn't find my corpse or even a piece of hair. He raised his head in confusion. At this moment, he just saw it. I looked horrified.

Seeing that I had flashed three meters away intact, the anger of the demonized bat boss instantly exploded. It let out an unpleasant and hoarse roar, whether it was salivation or bad breath, it broke out in an instant, spraying directly to three meters. Outside me.

It doesn't matter if you salivate, it just spilled softly on the ground within one meter, and the bad breath was easy to say, and it disappeared after less than three meters. The deadliest thing was the unpleasant and hoarse roar.

For some reason, this sound didn't sound loud, but after it was introduced into the ear, the whole head seemed to be trembling irregularly, not only feeling dazzled, but also unable to concentrate even the most basic attention.

"This...what's going on?" I resisted the violent vomiting urge in my stomach and the dizziness in my head, and asked loudly the group of dwarves watching the cave entrance.

Hearing my voice was wrong, seeing my face pale, the sharp-eyed Mi Lulu was the first to find out that I had a problem, and hurriedly shouted at me: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, I don't know." I squinted my eyes, frowned, thinking about the reasons for this situation, and answered her: "This cry is weird!"

"What's the matter?" she asked again.

"I feel dizzy, dizzy, and nauseous." I hurriedly closed my mouth. If I continue to speak, I will most likely be unable to suppress the intense vomiting.

The sound continued. Gradually, I felt my torso gradually lose strength. Fortunately, this process is relatively slow. It will not be revealed for a while, but if it continues for a while, it is estimated to be The flaw came.

Presumably, this should be its other killer.

I was struggling to support, and I kept complaining: "This product has enough lung capacity, and it hasn't stopped for so long. Are you a diver in your life?"

Maybe I didn't spit out the stars in my last life. Just after I finished spitting out in my heart, I found that my disordered mood had calmed down slowly. Although I was still a little flustered, it was much better than before.

The dwarves initiated heated discussions about my current situation, and even caused small-scale disputes. If they follow their path, it is estimated that no more than an hour is wasted, and no effective countermeasures can be discussed.

If I pin my hopes on them, I guess I will die miserably.

Turning my attention back again, although my eyes were still a little divergent, it did not affect my observation of the demonized bat boss.

Soon, I discovered a problem, that is, when the demonized bat boss is vocal, although its face is hideous and terrifying, its huge body seems to be kept still.

"Will this ugly cry stop as long as it moves?" I muttered to myself.

Although the reliability of this conjecture cannot be demonstrated, there is hope if there is a conjecture. At least, I have a direction to try.

"The big deal is wrong again!"

I gritted my teeth, secretly cruel.

Holding the two knives tightly in my hands, I walked towards the demonized bat boss step by step. Looking from a distance, it seemed that I was fine, but in fact, more and more vomiting and dizziness coexist in my body. My body is undergoing great devastation.

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