Xu Yichen seemed to have seen his first half of his life, passing rapidly in front of him. At the end of the road, a door emitting light was clearly distinguishable.

On the door of the gate, a line of conspicuous words flashed with red light, as if mocking the player: "You are dead."

Xu Yichen felt that this part of the game was probably written by the coders on Earth himself. It was not disturbed by the system and was full of the bad taste of fellow earthlings.

He didn't expect that he was directly chopped into the resurrection interface in front of the magic that was comparable to the power of heaven.

The mission failed like this? The demon hunter clenched his fists and looked around unwillingly. Wherever he saw the naked eye, it was nothingness and darkness.

Only the blood-red font, as the only light source, emits a sarcastic light.

In the ears of the demon hunter, there seemed to be a faint voice persuading him to cross the door.

No!

Xu Yichen shook his head stubbornly. His mission has not been completed yet, so he can't just die like this!

Maybe he was powerless to refuse death, but he could wait, and he was always a patient person.

The demon hunter subconsciously touched his weapon, but his arms caught empty. He smiled helplessly, sat on the ground, facing the door, motionless.

The black-robed wizard Victor walked towards the black-armored warrior with great strides. Wherever he passed, the ground was filled with corpses of paladins turned into coke.

The entire Faraday cage was filled with the strange smell of burnt smell and the aroma of barbecue. Fortunately, Victor had already eliminated his original respiratory system and used magic and machinery to protect his fragile respiratory tract.

Nangong Yujun was also severely injured in the previous battle. The large number of energy conductors laid with Misin on the magic pattern armor melted in the previous attacks.

The instantaneous energy value of the lightning completely exceeded the maximum limit that the armor could resist. Fortunately, the profession [Shura Samurai], which integrates the characteristics of the Song Empire and the South Asian continent, has a very high resilience. At the cost of semi-scrapping of magic-patterned armor, it finally saved its life.

The black-armored warrior wanted to move his limbs a little, but found that he could not do this at all. He lost the armor assisted by magic energy and had an amazing weight.

Nangong Yujun, who was intact, naturally would not have any problems, but at the moment, he could not even feel his own fingers, and his limbs were even weak.

The black-armored warrior turned his gaze to the demon hunter next to him. For the soldiers of New China, the political commissar on the battlefield represents a miracle and is invincible.

But he was disappointed. Xu Yichen was lying next to him less than two meters away, lying down on the ground with his face. He couldn't see how his injuries were. However, his short black hair was steaming.

The palms and the hilt of the sword holding the weapon were almost melted into a ball, and the fingers could not be separated.

But inside this body, the blessing from Nurgle is still tirelessly repairing the already mature internal organs and body.

The whispers in Xu Yichen's ear became more and more intense. If it was a silence before, the stormy roar in his ear was already a stormy roar.

Cross that door and follow the rules of the game!

Cross the door!

Crossing that...

The demon hunter hit his ear with his palms, and the exquisite force directly shattered his eardrums, and the whole world suddenly became purified.

However, the pain from the body began to interfere with Xu Yichen's will again.

It seemed as if the scene before death was replayed, and invisible lightning penetrated the body of the demon hunter, but this time, his consciousness had nowhere to go and could only be imprisoned here.

There is a chance!

The physical pain could not erase the joy in Xu Yichen's heart. He could feel a faint trace of power slowly repairing his body.

Pain can never knock down a real warrior, those who can't kill me will eventually make me stronger.

There was no more paladins, chaos, or other messy people in the eyes of the black-robed wizard. Only the sealed box bound by metal chains was left in his eyes.

"My baby, look at what these pathetic mortals have done to you. They don't understand your beauty at all." Victor looked at the strange thing that had finally been lost after many years and was sighing.

For this thing, he gave up most of his property and status, and gave up the knowledge and expertise collected by countless mage councils.

He paid too much, but before he actually achieved results, someone stole the treasure.

He once suspected that this was the punishment from the witch kings, so he carefully hid it and did not dare to show up until half a year later.

As a result, he found that it was just the work of a group of adventurers who were curious about the Mage Tower. Victor's already fragile heart almost stopped beating in anger.

Fortunately, after waiting for so long, this baby finally returned to his hands today!

The mage's arm trembled and stretched towards the metal box around the black-armored warrior's waist. The iron chains that bound the metal box loosened themselves like snakes and crawled to the side.

The metal box of the sealer [Heart of Machinery] floated out of thin air and slowly fell into the hands of the mage.

"Hahahaha!" Victor's hearing that had been strengthened by the machinery heard the weak heartbeat of the black armored warrior, but he was so happy that he was too lazy to care.

The metal parts originally bound to the mage's legs flew out and arranged in the air to form a pair of floating discs. The mage turned around and stepped onto the disc.

The special attribute of [Mechanical Heart] makes it impossible to be placed in space equipment. Victor’s only idea now is to put his treasure back into the mage tower and protect it with countless secret traps and golems!

He has wasted so many years and must seize some time to study the secrets in [Heart of Machinery].

The Faraday cage also continued to melt in the mage's laughter, and finally turned into a hollow metal ball the size of a palm, floating over after chasing the mage's pace.

At this moment, the demon hunter who had been lying on the ground slowly raised his head. Half of the face that was in contact with the ground was still bloody, but the other half of the face had recovered as before.

With one eye, Xu Yichen saw a black-robed wizard holding a metal box in his hand and a staff in the other hand rising higher and higher on the Frisbee.

The black-armored warrior saw the demon hunter who raised his head and silently gave him a thumbs up. There was only so much he could do.

Seeing Xu Yichen nodding with certainty, Nangong Yujun finally breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

The barefoot demon hunter made no sound, holding the [not so incomplete pendant] and silently said: "Flash!"
Chapter completed!