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Lucian's pupils slightly dilated, and he subconsciously looked at the short spear, fearing that the short spear would be thrown out again in the next moment and penetrate his body for the second time.

Fortunately, Lucian's worry did not come true, because after the fierce attack just now, the short spear seemed to be temporarily unusable due to the consumption caused by the attack just now.

At this time, the alien player was struggling to lift the short spear again, and at the same time, he continuously transferred the energy in his body into the short spear in this way, using this method to quickly help the short spear to charge.

However, even though the short spear was in the charging state at this time, Lucian could still feel a special force vaguely connecting the short spear with himself.

Although this connection was still a little vague, like a messy, unsorted ball of wool, Lucian understood that once the short spear was fully charged, it would follow the extremely clear guidance, ignore the dual obstacles of space and matter, and ruthlessly penetrate his body.

"Which world did he come from? Why does he have such a special attack method? Also, most of the players in the dream world are at the level of first-level wizards or even third-level wizard apprentices. Why is my luck so bad that I encounter such a difficult opponent?"

Lucian's forehead broke out in a layer of fine cold sweat. His intuition told him that he must not let this player throw this terrifying short spear a second time.

The next moment, a scepter that seemed to be carved from ice appeared in his hand, and the gems engraved on the scepter shone brightly.

Lucian waved the scepter without hesitation. Under the stimulation of mental power, the energy accumulated in the scepter burst out instantly at this moment.

Crack, crack, crack...

The bone-chilling cold air burst out from the ice scepter, and the aftermath even froze the raindrops in the air into small ice cubes in an instant, and the water flowing down from the building was completely fixed at this moment.

This is a solidified magic engraved inside the Ice Scepter, engraved with the so-called "blessing of the gods" from a different world. If converted into witchcraft strength, this magic can probably be compared to the best of the second-level witchcraft.

Magic·Ice Breath.

Under Lucian's control, this large-scale attack magic released by the Ice Scepter was roughly poured in the direction of the player.

However, due to the difference in the training system, Lucian could not perfectly control the released Glacial Fury as he did other witchcraft. He could only use his mental power to bind the power that erupted from the Ice Scepter and guide them as far as possible in the direction of the alien player.

The biting cold air turned into a turbulent airflow, starting from the Ice Scepter in Lucian's hand, and whistled forward.

Under the interference of the aftermath of the cold air, Lucian's face soon had a thin layer of frost, and a thick layer of ice crystals appeared on his eyebrows, eyelashes and hair.

Fortunately, the negative effects of the Ice Scepter made Lucian extremely calm at this time, allowing him to temporarily suppress his fear and protect his body from some negative effects brought by the cold.

If Lucian himself was only slightly affected, then his opponent was bearing the positive power of the Ice Scepter.

Under the influence of the cold air that seemed to freeze the air directly, the sturdy alien player felt that his body became a little sluggish, and even the energy he continuously sent to the short spear also showed a sense of sluggishness, as if the transmission of energy was also frozen and blocked by this bone-chilling cold.

"Hmph." The sturdy alien snorted from his nose, and he shook his body hard to get rid of the previous sluggish state.

At this time, a layer of blood was lingering around his body, and under the protection of the blood, his face gradually changed from pale to ruddy.

However, what surprised Lucian was that after the player looked at him deeply, he quickly retreated, and at the same time, the short spear in his hand was put away, and soon disappeared into the night under Lucian's gaze.

Crack, crack...

Lucian was still unable to control the power emitted by the Ice Scepter, and he took a lot of effort to successfully "brake" it.

"Fortunately, I didn't go crazy." Lucian lowered his head silently and looked at the Ice Scepter in his hand.

After releasing the "Ice Breath" just now, the energy inside the Ice Scepter was consumed by nearly 60%, and the luster of the gems inlaid on the surface of the scepter became much dimmer. If you want to wait for the Ice Scepter to recover to its peak state by itself, it will take at least three or four days.

"But this power is really strong." Lucian looked at the street, which was already covered with ice for most of the time, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

He gently knocked on an ice ridge with his hand, but felt a stone-like touch from this ice ridge.

"This is probably harder than some weapons with inferior textures." Lucian felt the cold air emanating from the ice spikes, and then looked in the direction where the player had just left.

"But maybe it's because he sensed the terrifying power of the Ice Scepter that the player is unwilling to pay too much to continue to fight me?"

"But... this negative effect is really big." Lucian stopped in front of a relatively flat piece of ice. He tried hard to smile, but he never succeeded. The muscles on his face seemed to become extremely stiff, and his mind seemed to have forgotten how to smile.

"I seem to be forgetting how to smile, but I won't be angry or sad. After all, I seem to be forgetting these two emotions..."

Lucian said silently. He quickly put the ice scepter back into the storage ring. Only then did he feel that the emotions that had just been blocked began to gradually return. Then, he stretched out his hands, gently tapped his cheeks with two index fingers, and tried hard and somewhat laboriously to give himself a smiling expression.

"At least for the next week... no, two weeks, I can't use the Ice Scepter, otherwise, under its continuous erosion, my emotions may not be frozen, but completely 'removed'. And it is still trying to 'preach' to me, hoping that I will believe in the goddess..."

Lucian's expression was serious, and then he took a deep look at the Mondok family mansion not far away, and then Lucian sneaked into the shadow space and began to return quickly.

...

"Roar!" A ten-meter-long monster with a body similar to a flying dragon was lying on the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Its right wing had been broken, and the membrane on the wing was riddled with holes due to the traces of various weapons.

However, even though it was seriously injured, the monster was still fierce. It roared and flapped its wings in a somewhat embarrassed manner, as if trying to find balance again.

However, Hercules would not give it this opportunity. While the dragon was struggling, he had already stepped forward and swung his knight sword at the dragon.

Bang.

The sword fell, and the dragon's body shook. Its head was hit at the neck and fell heavily to the ground.

It couldn't help but let out a wail, and the next moment, the knight's sword in Hercules' hand fell again, and the power of the innate [Holy Sword] completely exploded, making the whole knight's sword covered with a layer of hazy white light.

The next moment, with the stinking dark red blood splashing, a huge dragon head was chopped off by Hercules.

"Captain is mighty!" Some knights beside him cheered.

"Pack up, wait for the next squadron to stay to clean up the battlefield and be on guard, the second squadron is responsible for clearing out those wandering demon teams, and the third squadron will follow me to the demon nest and destroy the demon core." Hercules gently wiped the stinking blood on the knight's sword, and then gave an order.

He didn't wait for the other knights to follow, and walked straight into the demon nest that looked like a natural cave.

"There is an abnormality in the energy reaction..." The sound of mechanical detection came from Hercules' mind. He continued to move downwards calmly.

As Hercules went deeper, he felt that he had entered the body of a living being. Thick blood-red tubes like blood vessels appeared on the walls of the Demon's Nest Cave, and as he went deeper, these tubes became denser and thicker.

When Hercules entered the core of the Demon's Nest, he saw a huge, dark red heart that was still beating slowly.

Next to the heart, there were "blood cocoons". Some of these "blood cocoons" were only the size of a human head, and they looked a little green and shriveled, while some "blood cocoons" were already the size of an adult or even larger. From the outside, you could even see the general outline of the creatures inside the cocoon.

There were even some broken "blood cocoons" on one side, and the creatures inside seemed to have been bred, leaving only these traces to prove that they were born.

Obviously, these "blood cocoons" were bred with demons one after another, and the huge and terrifying heart in front of him was the absolute core of the Demon's Nest.

"Start clearing out these demon cocoons." After looking at the huge heart for a while, Hercules waved his hand gently, signaling his knights to start destroying the demon nest.

However, he did not take any action, but quietly looked at the huge heart in front of him.

"It seems that there is nothing abnormal..." Hercules' eyes flashed with blue light, and a large amount of information flow entered his mind under the scanning and analysis of the mechanical eyes, but did not analyze some of the information Hercules wanted.

"Are the two demon nests in the north the only special ones?" Hercules murmured softly, and then raised the knight's sword in his hand without hesitation and stabbed the heart hard.