Real Name God

　　 Ten minutes later, Richard was holding the hilt of the sword and leaning half of his body against the fence. His breathing became heavy and difficult to balance. This made him take time to stop and adjust his breathing.

　　 "It feels really uncomfortable..."

he thinks.

　　 Even though there is no life-threatening situation, the first battle with monsters in another world is still not easy. Richard has a feeling of exhaustion.

　　 There was blood flowing under his feet, and he was lying quietly with a large number of stumps and severed arms. The fallen head was inlaid with a rotten face and a hideous expression. The tissue fluid and plasma splashed from the human body spilled a tragic picture on the gray ground.

　　 Richard raised his foot, the sticky touch came from the sole of his shoe, and he kicked a slippery mass of meat aside without knowing what organ or viscera.

　　 The surrounding cages were wide open, filled with a disgusting stench, the darkness still permeated endlessly, but there was nothing inside, only a dead silence around.

　　 had to take a few steps forward to vaguely hear the tragic call sign from a distant prison. Obviously the smell from here has already spread to the noses of the monsters in front. They are eager to usher in the moment of liberation just like their kind, even if they end up being chopped off by a knife.

　　 And the nearby half-dead patients who had become bloodthirsty monsters under the infection of the plague were all killed by him.

　　 The long sword of the alchemy weapon was covered with thick scarlet, and it fell down a little bit.

　　 Richard can clearly feel his growth

　　 From the initial panic, to quickly immersed in the blood boiled by killing monsters, in the end, the hands were weakened after hacking people, and they became mentally exhausted, so they became more numb and indifferent.

　　 In just ten minutes, he felt as if he had been promoted from a rookie recruit to a veteran. In fact, it is certainly not that simple, but if compared with the number of heads on hand, Richard will never be less than the number of soldiers who have gone through several wars.

　　And most importantly...

　　 "Sure enough, the improvement of the knight profession requires physical exercise and actual combat."

　　 He closed his eyes and felt the blood flowing in his body, feeling a little in his heart.

Take the potion and stimulate the secretion of hormones in the body through exercise and fighting to speed up the digestion process of the potion. The body and even the deepest level of genes are gradually changing; wait until the digestion is completed before taking a higher-level potion. This is probably The upgrade route of the knights.

　　 Richard slowly clenched his palms, clearly aware of his wrist strength, which was a lot more than before he entered the dungeon.

On the one hand, this is related to the extremely high quality of the potion he got. On the other hand, according to the content that the captured knight honestly explained under the control of the spell of "higher hypnotism", just like the wizards, the lower rank The Cavaliers also have a "golden career", which is like a novice welfare period in online games.

　　 If this continues, he is not far from upgrading.

　　 However, even though Richard's physical fitness has been unknowingly enhanced-including physical strength and endurance-the fatigue will not disappear. This is more caused by mental pressure.

After all, human beings are not machines, and it is impossible to tighten their nerves all the time. Even if the consumption and replenishment of physical strength can maintain long-term operation like every gear that is precisely engaged, there is still a gap in the strength of willpower. This is not overnight. Can be changed.

　　 After resting on the spot for a few minutes, Richard sighed slightly. He threw off the blood on the sword, stood up straight again, and looked into the darkness.

　　 He doesn't know where the end of this place is, or how many "zombies" are in front of him. If he chooses to kill a **** path from the patients as before, an accident is likely to happen.

　　He came here alone to train himself, not to die. Therefore, when Richard realized that the "experience" he had gained was enough, he decisively chose another path: opening the way with magic.

　　Walking to a prison, and after making sure that the fence above is still solid, Richard started his own experiment.

　　……

　　 A peeled monster is desperately trying to stretch his **** paws in front of him. This patient's skull probably had been half-opened because he had hit the fence and the wall desperately before, revealing the gray brain tissue inside.

　　 Richard was expressionless, pointed the snake stick at him, and began to mobilize the spell prototype recorded above.

　　——"Advanced Hypnosis".

　　 The zombie was stunned for a while, and soon returned to the hideous appearance of grinning and flaring claws.

　　 "Is it useless..."

　　 Next, the results that can be seen by using the "emotional spectrum" are only chaos. "Distinguishing lies" and "advanced anti-psychological prying" are not used at this time. "Mental Storm" definitely has its immediate goal to destroy. It can even steam all the biological brains within a range of hundreds of meters in one go, but it is a bit wasteful to use it on such a brainless monster.

　　 As the most destructive signature spell in the mental domain, even a true spiritual master cannot use it frequently. This is the biggest trump card of the snake stick in Richard's hand and even himself. The other six spells only need to cool down for ten minutes to half an hour, while the mental storm needs to be charged for a whole day.

"Since there is no way to cast spells like they did when they were alive, it means that their brain tissue is likely to have been destroyed or decayed, so the spells in the mental domain can't exert their subtleties on them," Richard thought with some regret. . In fact, the natural field that can change the physical world environment on a large scale is the most suitable for the current situation. "It's just that, in accordance with the laws of general zombie works, there will be special types that can retain intelligence."

　　 After trying several more times, Richard finally found that the most useful spells in this situation are "shock humanoids" and "area fear".

　　 In fact, the effects of the two are similar, but they are different for groups. The former is used to deal with humans and other intelligent races, while the latter is developed by spiritual wizards against non-human aliens.

　　 "The zombie patients have turned into things like beasts...no, more precisely, should they be demons?"

　　 After entering the dungeon, he used the "magic trace detection" in the prophecy realm. The result at that time was that there were traces of the magical "Plague Realm", one of the two major evil realms. Richard therefore determined that the epidemic was indeed caused by human factors.

The nature of the plague should be a virus that can transform people into low-level demons. After all, the real demons are also very likely to be caused by technology that was once developed by humans but out of control. Artificial demons are not uncommon.

　　 It seems that the manipulator hiding behind the scenes is another dark wizard. As for whether it was an intrusion carried out at the direction of the Hanged Man, it is unknown.

　　 After choosing the plan, Richard did not hesitate anymore, raised the snake stick, and an invisible ripple spread in the air. After a few seconds, the countless "moving corpses" who were originally frantic and wanted to squeeze out of the cage, as if they had encountered natural enemies, all shrank back into the darkness.

　　 The long and empty corridor, suddenly became silent.

　　 Only the patient's suppressed gasps remain.

　　……

　　 Richard breathed a sigh of relief and ignored the monsters.

　　 These patients who can infect the plague are pathogens that need to be eliminated. Richard has checked that their brains are already rotten, and there is no chance of being rescued again, so it is better to burn them all.

　　 But it shouldn't be now, it won't be him.

　　 He strode forward into the darkness.

　　*

　　Richard walked forward at a steady frequency, while calculating the time and distance through the passing steps, until the spell on the snake rod was cooled.

　　 Soon after, he saw a figure crouching on the ground in front of the cell from a distance of 100 meters away.

　　 After approaching a certain distance, Richard finally could hear the voice of the opponent.

　　 "...How about it, dear, do you still like the taste of this kind of meat? Well, it seems a bit disgusting... It's better to eat fresh human flesh?"

Richard squinted his eyes and saw a human head emerging from the cell fence, his mouth opened wide, UU reading www.uukanshu.com revealing the **** teeth and gray gums inside, repeatedly opening and closing madly. While the man squatted in front of his head, as if he was not worried that the other person would bite up.

　　 With a **** muscle in his hand, he waved it back and forth in his hand like he would treat his own pet dog, tempting the "zombies" stuck in the fence time and time again.

A few minutes later, he seemed to have lost his interest in teasing an irrational cannibal monster. He threw the meat into the zombie’s mouth and watched with a smile on his face as the patient cracked the flesh. Bitten into pieces and swallowed into the throat.

　　 The man snapped his fingers.

　　 In the next second, the joint between the head and the shoulder seemed to be cut open by some invisible sharp blade, and then it fell and rolled on the ground.

　　 But the hands and feet of the uncontrollable zombie were still dancing in the air, including the head that fell on the ground, still trying to move without physical support, until the man stomped his head under his foot.

　　 The mouth of the patient's head kept opening and closing like a spring. It took a while before it gradually lost power and stopped moving.

　　 "The body loses its function later than the head. As expected, not only the central system in the brain has undergone abnormal changes, but also the cervical spine nerves..."

　　 The man stood up from the ground while muttering to himself.

　　 That was a young man in a black tuxedo. He was thin, with a straight back, a white bow tie on his chest, and a monocle on the bridge of his nose. He was quite a scholar. He is incompatible with the atmosphere in the dungeon, and it seems that he should appear at the banquet of the upper-class nobles or the university classroom.

　　...Is this person the messenger sent by the "Hanged Man"?