I seem to be an evil god

Allen was eaten, in every sense of the word.

Those who were close enough could see clearly that on the triangular head of the insect demon statue, a human face had grown out, and the eyebrows looked exactly like Allen's.

"retreat."

The vicissitudes of the killer's voice rang in the clown's ears. The crazy clown didn't say a word and immediately retreated into the corridor to the side.

The master duo left, but the professionals in the Rune Tower could not leave.

When they reach the intricate corridors, the scattered professionals will be defeated by the duo one by one. Instead, they will stay and fight to the death with the insect golem, still having a little chance of survival.

Bang!

Adrian was the first to take action. This archmage had already studied the symptoms of loss of control. He could not prolong the time. The longer the time, the stronger the insect golem would be.

This attack was no better than the reminder attack just now. One blow shattered the insect golem into less than half. In the broken body of the golem, flesh and steel grew together, and it was not the common meat wrapped in iron or iron wrapped in meat, but It is steel and flesh intertwined, and the two can transform into each other freely.

This sight was a bit disgusting, but what was even more terrifying was yet to come. Adrian, who had destroyed the insect demon statue, suddenly felt his head sinking. He wiped his hand and realized that his hair had turned into wires. When he looked again, he saw a mysterious amplification hanging on his wrist. The object also changed from metal to a twisted mass of intestines.

Adrian wanted to throw away the intestines at that time, but his mind, which had been fighting on the front line of pollution for many years, made him resist the cold and use magic on the intestines.

The pure elements washed away, and the intestine-like strange thing returned to its original appearance.

Touching the bracelet, Adrian looked at the others. The contamination of the insect golem took no time at all. Most of the professionals had symptoms of flesh and steel transforming into each other.

Some soft blood vessels have turned into steel pipes, and clusters of nerve networks have turned into deadly iron wires. The pain transmitted from the body tortures the professionals. It is irresistible, irregular, and depends entirely on luck.

In the face of pollution, being strong or not is no longer the rule that distinguishes professionals. The occurrence of pollution is quantitative. If you are lucky, it is just a muscle in your arm, which can be cured by cutting out the flesh and bones. If you are unlucky, it is the cluster of nerves in the body. , turned into a vegetative state on the spot and could only wait to die.

Adrian's hair was only transformed. After the contamination occurred, Neixi immediately remedied it, so it was nothing serious.

The unlucky one was one of the demon hunters. Half of his head was converted into steel, and clusters of steel muscles were inserted into his brain. Any movement would cause irreparable damage to his brain.

Poof!

A demon hunter ended this unfortunate fate, then held back tears, brandished his sword, and charged at the bug golem.

His anguished companion begged him to end his life, and he wanted to vent his pain on the bug golem!

The charging witcher met the spikes of the bug golem. This huge monster wielded 8 spikes at the same time. Without any skills, it only relied on its undefendable attack to repel the witcher.

"Come on everyone, he's recovering!"

The sharp-eyed professionals saw the insect golem's recovering wounds. Steel grew out of the flesh and blood against the rules, and was woven into the carapace with the clumps of flesh.

boom!

A ball of flame flew past the witcher's shoulder and hit the resurrected limbs of the insect golem, burning steel and flesh into a ball.

Adrian's spell was like a fuse, detonating the fear of all professionals.

They are afraid of irregular pollution, and they are afraid that they will become the next steel creature to die in vain. No one knows whether the golem is polluted only once, and they can only defeat the insect golem to ensure that there will not be a second lucky trial.

Some professionals rise up in fear, while others contemplate running away.

In the team at the Rune Tower, a mage touched his hard arm. He had no intention of continuing to fight. With a move of his wrist, a vague rune appeared in his hand. This was a rune he temporarily imitated. The shadows of thieves jumped. , a spell that allows the caster to temporarily walk in the shadow dimension and achieve spatial displacement in the main world.

The mage's body disappeared, and Adrian sensed it. Looking at the fleeing disciples, the archmage sighed.

Not everyone is Gawain. If he leaves now, the professionals outside can tear him into pieces.

Adrian no longer thinks about this escaped disciple. In fact, what Gawain said is wrong. He is not lenient, he just doesn't want to care.

Professionals have trouble living by themselves, so why should they care about other people?

The battle between the insect golem and the professional continued. Outside the laboratory, Liu Dao looked at the mage who appeared in front of him and smiled.

As soon as the mage came out of the shadow jump, he saw Liu Dao and the other two people. He didn't recognize Liu Dao and the old mage, but Gawain was extremely familiar with them.

The mage immediately took a defensive posture, and at the same time, a green fireball ignited in his hand and was blasted directly at Liu Dao and the others.

"Teacher, I'm not lying to you. This is the current state of the Rune Tower."

Gawain's voice sounded behind the fireball. The mage professional who jumped out was still confused. The next moment, his whole body was grabbed by the arm stretched out from the flames.

Liu Dao's arm penetrated the fireball, like a devil's hand emerging from the green flames. With a twist of his wrist, he broke the fleeing mage's neck. Liu Dao nodded to the old mage.

"no need to thank me."

The old mage was speechless. Gawain paid attention to the exchange between the two parties and began to think twice.

"Ouch, I didn't expect there to be anyone else besides us!"

The clown's voice sounded from the other side of the corridor. They came to hunt down the escaped mage, but unexpectedly they met Liu Dao and the old mage hiding.

"Be careful, it's the two of them."

The killer's figure disappeared. After his reminder, the clown's attitude immediately became much more serious. She did not forget that judging from the traces, the strength of the two missing professionals was no less than theirs.

"Why don't you persuade us to surrender?"

Liu Dao smiled and spoke, and the clown sneered, "Then please surrender now, okay?"

"not good."

After saying this, Liu Dao's figure disappeared, and the clown sneered and stepped back.

Five huge barrels of bullets were fired from the muzzle of the gun. Liu Dao dodged the first three rounds in succession.

The clown was a little surprised. All the professionals who could dodge his five consecutive shots were all good at it.

The clown retreated while staring at the last two bullets. If the last two bullets were also dodged, then she would have to change her fighting style.

A master who can dodge five magic bullets is not something an alchemist like her can face head-on.

Bang!

The fourth bullet hit the wall, and the splashing earth and rocks affected Liu Dao's pace. In the clown's somewhat surprised eyes, the fifth bullet hit Liu Dao's chest.

I thought he was a master from somewhere, but it turned out that he was only at this level!

The clown sneered and shouldered his two guns. The guns twisted and transformed into a huge sniper cannon.

Get ready for a dance of bullets!

The corners of the clown's mouth were cracked, but in the scope of the sniper gun, he saw a scene that scared him to death:

The large lead bullet she shot was held in Liu Dao's hand. In the thick smoke caused by the sprayed gunpowder, Liu Dao held the bullet and smiled at her.

Bang bang bang!

Fear made the clown instantly empty the magazine, and the anti-armor sniper cannon, which could be compared to rockets, fired continuously, and the force of the rebound made the clown's chest hurt.

‘Not dead yet! ’