The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The gray buildings are covered with thick dust, the moss-covered walls are full of cracks and broken, and the floor under the feet is crackling, making people worry that the next foot will suddenly miss the ground.

But what was more dangerous was the huge black monster in front of him. In the darkness, red, green, and purple lights were the warning lights on the activated mechanical guards.

"Barton didn't clean his hands and feet..."

"Nonsense, they are a surprise attack. If they are cleaned up one by one, they will be exhausted long ago."

The reinforcements who set foot on the ruins were still a team of two and one cat. Amyra declined the expectations of the children to follow, and I, who had recovered my abilities, was also very happy to have the opportunity to try my skills.

"—!"

The quaint silver-gray warhammer slashed across a parabola, and the full power slammed into the waist of the diamond puppet fiercely, and then the entire metal body shattered.

There is not even a chance of being knocked away, no matter whether the material is stainless steel, alloy, rock, or clay, it does not seem to be huge. Under the hammer, no one can hide, and no one can move after being hit. In other places, there are only piles and piles of raw materials left.

And the mechanical guards are not fools. When they find that the opponent in front of them can't stop them, most of the automatic equipment start to counterattack with long-range attacks.

All of a sudden, gunfire was everywhere, and there seemed to be no room to retreat.

"—!"

But I laughed, ignored the obstacles and attacks in front of me, changed my battle cry casually, and just rushed forward.

Just before the gunfire hit him, there was a phantom of the roaring red dragon flashing behind him, and then...

"Clang clang clang!"

It was the sound of metal clashing. The sound of the explosion is close at hand, but it can't hinder my pace at all, and the war hammer is still one by one. Like whack-a-mole.

And there was an extra set of crimson dragon pattern heavy armor on his body, in front of this sub-artifact. These unenchanted gunpowder attacks can't even break the defense.

[Full-covered Dragonscale Ice Armor: Watcher of Eternal Night, system evaluation: sub-artifact (growable). 】

[The armor is composed of the eternal ice of ancient dragon blood in another world, with specially made inscriptions on it,

And there is Irene Bella, the soul of the weapon, settled in, and the user is limited to Roland himself. 】

[Titan's Thunder Metal: This armor has legendary damage reduction, 50/artifact -, which is the damage caused by weapons below the artifact. It will directly reduce fifty points. System prompt: You actually put the Titan's shield fragments into it to enhance the defense ability, thanks to your idea. 】

[Guardian of Ainmethius: The blood of the dragon circulates in the armor, and she is protecting the users in it. For the attackers, this is not good news. After all, it means that at least it will automatically absorb After 200 points of damage, it is possible to deal damage to it. This ability is automatically repaired and repaired within 24 hours. 】

[Dragon Veiner: I really can't believe why this attribute appears on an armor, but you did it. The wearer can use various dragon vein abilities through this armor. 】

[The authority of eternal night: Due to the special material, no ice damage can lower its temperature below zero, which means it is almost immune to ice. And because of her ancient red dragon blood. Fire damage is halved, and the minimum damage is reduced by 30 points. 】

This armor with a soul is the trump card that I gave up a lot of power in exchange for, and it is my reliance on daring to face any opponent.

Compared with seven years ago, the maturity of the dragon's blood and the growth of my own strength have allowed this armor to complete a sharp change from legendary equipment to a semi-divine weapon. The new ability only doubled the value representing the defense!

Perhaps the ambiguous numbers can't describe its strength, but the explosion that is enough to kill ordinary strong people exploded on its body. I didn't feel anything at all, which is enough to explain a lot of things.

Perhaps in more intuitive terms. After wearing this set of armor, I can completely ignore the attack of the golden rank swordsman holding epic equipment. Because their instant burst damage is not enough to break through the natural protection of the dragon scale armor!

And a Juggernaut who doesn't need to pay attention to his own safety is still holding the artifact-level warhammer "Light of Redemption, Hammer of Hope of the Lightbringer"...

"wind."

It's too stupid to knock on the gophers one by one. As a senior sword master, even with a hammer, I can use Bladestorm!

As the most general esoteric art, Bladestorm is simple and straightforward to use, just turn it around, let the rotation help you gather and release the sword energy, use centrifugal force to throw out the blade formed by the sword energy, and let the sharp blade come Kill your opponent.

The red whirlwind crushed the past like a steamroller. The storm of death tore apart all obstacles in a small space. The affected puppets and machinery were directly turned into parts and raw materials.

"What's up with him?"

Amyra was a little strange. Roland was not a lunatic on the battlefield, and it was difficult to see him make a move unless it was particularly necessary. Compared to sweating and bleeding on the battlefield, he was more suitable for planning sinister plans on the staff seat.

"Hold on for a long time."

Heloise knew very well that before Roland couldn't even hold a steel sword, how could he wear heavy armor on the battlefield, and finally held a wooden sword to teach swordsmanship, and he was probably depressed enough.

"Wahhaha, I'm already invincible!"

In the distance, there was someone's battle cry, as well as the dubbing of metal shattering and walls collapsing. The other two in the team shook their heads and followed quickly.

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When the floor above the head was being massacred, Timiret, who had been beaten into a bun by the reinforcements, was also in distress, and the reason for his distress was staring at him with an angry face.

Seven years is one breath and one sleep for a long-lived species, but it is not a short time for an adult human being, but for a fourteen-year-old girl who has only been sensible for six or seven years, it is already half a lifetime.

Different from the men's short hair in the past, the long golden hair was braided into a ponytail and dragged around the waist. The childishness and fragility on the face have disappeared without a trace. The female knight with silver armor and sword is fully armed, with a belt on her back Holding the tower shield and red spear marked by Stormwind Castle, and holding an ancient battle banner in his hand.

Standing there, she felt like an immortal mountain, majestic like a Valkyrie.

The knight princess in the pool of blood and corpses, while tormenting the devil opponent, shows a joyful smile from the bottom of her heart, as if she is at the core of a dinner dance where singing and dancing are peaceful.

"Kneel down, dirty bastard!"

With one arm, he pressed the mighty Balrog Lord to the ground. The strong big demon was still roaring, but Zhan Ji had already stepped on his chest. The silver boots suddenly lifted up, and a silver moon arc was drawn in the air, and the strong demon was still roaring. The ground fell and inserted into the heart of the Balrog.

"Crack!"

The sound of blood and flesh breaking made the witnesses feel uncomfortable instinctively, but everything was not over.

With a jerk of the combat boots, the heart shattered directly from the flesh, blood splashed, and the Balrog who led the team would never have to get up.

And looking at the meat on the boots, the expression changed from happy to unhappy, and the murderer seemed to feel that such an opponent was not worthy of dirtying his boots.

The blood flow had already covered the floor, and not far away was a mountain of demon remains. When the golden pupils stared at the next target, the silver knight princess was still enjoying her own killing feast.

And judging from the demons that had already fled frantically, this kind of enjoyment couldn't last long.

Renee Qin Lan, 21 years old, is of the direct bloodline of the Demon Prince, the former "Princess Knight", and now the Queen of Lan Kingdom, an epic-level abyssal knight, descendant of Lan, the most dazzling star in this jihad.

The overflowing magic makes the blond hair flutter in the wind. Under the silver battle skirt are white stockings and high-heeled silver military boots. The experience of many battles has developed the awe-inspiring temperament of the Iron Princess, but it is said that in formal and informal diplomatic occasions, The tall legs of this rose of thorns have already kicked the guts of double-digit dandies who dare to try.

Seven years later, Renee has completely shaken off Roland's shadow, her past indecision and inferiority complex have disappeared without a trace, and the character of the brat and the temperament of the soldier have merged and evolved again, forming her own hybrid. With the powerful aura of Kaolin Flower and War Valkyrie.

At this time, she was furious silently, venting with demons, but it had turned into a silent pressure on her companions. Everyone was too scared to make a sound, including those poor demon captives hiding in the corner.

Yes, in front of the furious demon queen, the irascible and warlike berserkers hugged each other and shivered. The coercion that even a high-level demon lord might not have made her feel the fear that her soul was about to be wiped out... okay , Katerina was also trembling, her instinct told herself that this woman, who was very similar to Roland, had some kind of killing intent towards her from the first time she saw her.

Eighteen changes in the female college, she was still a loli girl yesterday, she accidentally fell asleep when she was raised, and she became Yu Jie, the cruelest kind, the kind that is about to expire because of her premature maturity... ok , These are Roland's original words, and he was hunted down even more brutally because of this.

And at this moment, she was reciting that name with anger on her face,

"Damn... Roland!"

Yin Fang gritted tightly, but her long legs couldn't stop stepping down, as if trampling on the spirit creatures lying on the ground would make her feel better.

"Wait, wait, I'm not Roland, I'm just a copy of Roland's sword skills..."

"Shut up!"

Well, this replica of Roland, who was naked under the military boots, shut up rationally. He found that the more he complained about the heavier the opponent stepped on, he didn't want to just dissipate like this.

In a sense, he helped his Primarch to prevent disaster, and maybe the real Roland would thank him.

On the lower level, the deteriorating situation made the current owner of Tongtian Tower even more frightened. He finally made up his mind and paid more soul currency to the demon. The door to the abyss opened up enough for the demon lord to come. (to be continued)