Chapter 872 The End of Hanbola!

It seems that these are all the abilities of Han Bora, this ugly monster lord, and there is nothing worth looking forward to.

Having said that, I still learned a lot from this battle. The battle between domains is indeed my weakness. Even the powerful natural melee instinct of the Hell Fighting Bear cannot erase this fact, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do it just now. We were caught in the trap of Han Bola. That punch hit us really hard and it hurt a lot.

"Boom——!!"

I kicked Hanbola, who was still in a state of confusion, high into the air. I retracted my palm and wiped the corner of my mouth that was bleeding. I rubbed my stomach with the other palm. Hanbolah's punch was at this location. The super strong man punched with all his strength, it was very... very painful...

But that's it, it's time to end this meaningless battle.

The figure suddenly disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, I had appeared several hundred meters high in the sky - I was kicked to the side of Hanbola in the sky, and its body was still rising straight up like a rocket. The kick I just made was very powerful. With one kick, I could kick this multi-ton behemoth nearly a thousand meters into the air. I can definitely kick you with a "kick" that is no exaggeration at all. "Become a shooting star" is used to describe it.

"Huh~~~~"

Take a deep breath.

Maximum speed, maximum strength, full firepower! !

In an instant, as Hanbola's body continued to rise, countless fists, shadows and leg shadows shrouded it from all angles. Under the continuous all-round attacks, it looked like there were dozens of hells. The fighting bear was inflicting a brutal and inhumane beating on it.

Hanbola, who was in it, couldn't react at all, and even after reacting, he couldn't resist. The Hell Fighting Bear's powerful flying kicks and infinite combo kicks, if combined with teleportation, would be a nightmare for a single enemy. , often you hurriedly resist the attack from this direction. The next moment, the same attack has appeared behind you, and you are completely unable to resist.

These are Carlos's exact words, huh huh.

Now, Hanbola seems to have verified the practicality of this sentence. Moreover, it was stunned to begin with, and coupled with a powerful kick, it fell into a state of immobility. Even the first round of attacks could not resist it. Yes, it would be like a thousand-foot waterfall cascading down, leaving no room to breathe.

“Dong dong dong dong——!!”

As if a heavy rain is hitting the stone street, the sound of clear and crisp blows keeps ringing out. Hanbola's tall body is now like a ball of soft dough, and his body is constantly being hit by fists and kicks that are thousands of times denser than raindrops. Deformation.

It continued to soar from an altitude of hundreds of meters, and stopped its momentum when it reached an altitude of nearly a thousand meters. It began to fall slowly, until it turned into a particle under acceleration and fell to a distance of less than a hundred meters from the ground.

In this short period of time, the Hell Fighting Bear's attacks followed him closely and never stopped for a moment. The most conservative estimate is that during this period, Hanbola was punched and kicked at least 100,000 times. It can be said that What a miserable word.

"Boom——!!"

Using a difficult backflip of 1,080 degrees with a difficulty level of 3.8, I landed firmly. Not far behind me, Hanbola's body fell to the ground like a meteor, raising dust into the sky.

"..."

It's over, and I feel really empty.

I raised my head, probably because of the thunderstorm exerted by Han Bora, the thick dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed at this time, and a few rays of golden sunlight fell from the gaps, illuminating the messy battlefield. It was particularly lonely and desolate.

Perhaps, this is the only good thing Hanbola did when he came here.

"Click..., click——!!"

From the deep pit where Han Bora fell, there was suddenly the sound of stones and mud sliding down, and then the sound of heavy footsteps.

Hanbola's huge and muscular body broke out of the dust, and returned to its original body shape of more than two meters tall. Although Hanbolah still looked tall, it was different from the one that had exploded to more than four meters tall after it exploded with all its strength. Compared with its huge body, it now gives people the feeling of weakness of a dying hero.

Its scarlet eyes had no focus, and its trembling legs swayed from side to side step by step, struggling to support its huge body as it walked towards me.

"An... Lord Andariel... Lord... I... I..."

It murmured subconsciously, and the scarlet color in its eyes gradually dimmed, but it still held up its body and came to me mechanically.

No reaction was made, because, I knew, Hambollah was dead.

Sure enough, it completely ignored my presence. Hanbola passed me by without stopping in its footsteps. Its dilated pupils stared at the west for a long time, and slowly, slowly stretched out its hand to the front. Grasping, gripping again and again towards the misty and empty air.

"Beryl... Sir, why... why..."

"Why?"

The roar from the soul came from the big mouth of Han Bolla roaring up to the sky. Until this moment, until only the last trace of soul was left, it dared to express the resentment towards Belial buried deep in its heart. Let it out.

This roar is so desolate, angry, and sad, and it seems to have a trace of nostalgia, as if it contains the ups and downs of Hanbola in the past hundreds of years, whether it is friends, enemies, or even those who are full of love for monsters. People who hate will also lower their heads silently.

This roar seemed to vent all the resentment, anger, and hostility in Han Bola's heart, and its face gradually became quiet and peaceful.

This roar consumed the last trace of Hanbola's soul consciousness. Its eyes gradually dimmed, lost color, and its pupils dilated and collapsed. It maintained its posture of staring blankly towards the west. Its knees could no longer support its huge body, and there was a roar. Kneel down, your body gradually becomes stiff and loses its temperature.

But the ugly head still raised its head unyieldingly, and its lifeless gray pupils were like a statue, watching the distant sky in the west.

A moment later, Han Bolana's corpse, which had been turned into a sculpture, suddenly trembled violently and exploded into countless powders. Along with it, an overwhelming number of gold coins, like grains of golden wheat in a wheat field, fell from the sky. , it rained gold coins for half a minute, and the thick layer of gold coins piled up on the ground submerged the heels, and everything returned to calm.

The rising sun emerged from the dark clouds, dyeing the battlefield covered with gold coins into a brilliant golden yellow. Hanbola's roar before his death seemed to echo in the Maiharas Mountains, just like Like a tragic song, it echoes in my ears for a long time.

"..."

Sighing, I silently paid my attention to the place where Han Bolla disappeared for a moment. Although he was a different enemy of hell, this ugly monster was still a strong man, a brave man, and a warrior. This battle was also A battle that benefited a lot and was enjoyable.

I was slightly sad for spring and sad for autumn for a while, and then I calmed down.

Well, this truly third world mini-boss-level violent rate is unique.

Just when I came to my senses, I was almost blinded by the golden coins on the ground reflecting the sunlight.

The Gamorro killed before was also at the domain level, but at that time, it had been weakened to the state of mind before it could be transported to the first world. Therefore, although it was also a big explosion, it was still a bit different from actually killing a domain-level monster. .

Then...then there is Yizuer. Although Yizuer is no less powerful than Hanbola, or even better, it was the combined efforts of me, Sister Sharna, Carlos and Seattlek that narrowly defeated him.

However, most of its strength is left in its body. It has accumulated hundreds of thousands of years of experience as the first warrior of the Angel Clan. Its state at that time has already slipped from the peak period of competing with the three demon gods. To a level that feels pathetically pseudo-realistic.

As the number one warrior of the Angel Tribe in the past, no matter how industrious and frugal Yi Zuer was, his outfit would not be much worse. Yi Zuer's violent rate was almost as high as that of a demon king-level monster.

Now, a small boss-level domain monster that was intact, with no shrinkage in strength or excessive expansion, finally fell at my feet. I was finally able to see with my own eyes a real small boss monster under my powerful violence rate. The gorgeous scene where the boss falls violently.

The result was that my eyes almost dangled.

Why is this ugly monster hiding so many gold coins? Hide something more meaningful for me, you bastard! ! For example, gems, dark gold equipment, green equipment or runes, aren't these more valuable, easier to carry, and more meaningful?

I was nagging and complaining, but my men were not slow at all. The lazy crow and its four brothers, who had not appeared for a long time, finally made their grand appearance. When they saw the gold coins on the ground, they immediately felt like seeing a giant dragon with gems, and they croaked excitedly. He stood up, circled in the sky, and immediately started busy collecting.

"You guys, don't just watch from the sidelines, help me, you bastards!!"

I shouted into the distance.

After a while, two guys, Carlos and Seattle, came over shaking their heads and swaying their buttocks.

"Why did such a good thing happen to you?"

Fighting madman Seatik had a look of resentment on his face.

"Same people have different fates."

Even Carlos sighed.

Opponents like Han Bola are rare. Both I and the two of them urgently need such an opponent to train themselves. But there was only one bowl of porridge, and I served it first, so they could only stare at it. .

Not long after the battle between me and Han Bora, Carlos and Seattle Ke, who were a little behind, followed one after another. In the battle with Han Bora, I was so confident that I used Han Bora as a sparring partner. , and concluded that it could not escape, also because it knew that they were nearby.

There are so many experts surrounding an old cow. If it still runs away, we will have no shame in returning to the camp.

"Don't worry, it will definitely not be just this time. You will be busy in the future."

I remembered that the core that the little ghost said had been turned into fragments and scattered in every corner, and I couldn't help feeling cold.

I'm afraid that by then, you will be too busy with the monsters emerging everywhere, and of course I can't run away.

"Oh, do you know any news, Junior Brother Wu?"

Seattlek and Carlos' eyes lit up. They were now at the bottleneck of the pseudo-realm, and their desire for such an opponent was naturally extremely strong.

"You guys pack these things for me first, and I will tell you when the time comes."

A floor full of gold coins requires one person and five crows to clean it up. I don’t know how long it will take to clean it up. If Carlos and Seattle Lake are brought in, the time can be shortened by half.

Besides, even if I don't say it now, Akara will definitely hold an emergency head meeting on this matter after I return. In any case, the two of them will know the specific situation before evening, and exchange the upcoming information for two laborers. This is a good thing Why not do it?

Carlos and Seattle are two smart big men. You can probably think of this if you just think about it. However, they probably have such a strong desire for such an opponent that they blinded their IQ. They really worked hard to help me clean up. Woke up.

"Quack~~Quack~~"

The lazy crow's cry sounded, and my eyes were almost dyed gold by the constant flow of gold coins. I had become mentally numb to this color. When I heard the crow of the lazy crow, I subconsciously raised my head, The dull pupils reflected by the golden light immediately saw a different color.

Oh oh oh oh, it’s a gem! !

At this time, even if the lazy crow is holding a broken gem in its claws, I can still be excited for a long time, just like after half a month of eating scallion pancakes, and suddenly a bowl of bland and inferior rice porridge is placed in front of me. Feeling.

But, would a character of Hanbola's level drop a shattered gem? The answer is obvious.

When I grabbed the gem in the lazy crow's claws, I screamed with excitement.

The perfect gem is indeed a perfect gem. Even in the third world, only monsters of the mini-boss level will have rare items that can be revealed with a certain probability. As for the elite-level monsters below the mini-boss, even if they are monsters with the same level as mini-bosses, My explosion rate, even if I kill a thousand, I may not be able to explode one. This chance is infinitely close to zero, and other adventurers can completely ignore it.

The diamond in your hand is another perfect diamond. Why do you say it is "again"?

Counting the ones I scavenged with the little fox in the tribal temple, and the one Izuer broke out and got into my hands, I already have a total of three perfect diamonds on hand. Really, could it be that they were picked up by that diamond? What strange curse was cast by this idiot ghost - whenever a perfect gem is revealed, it must be a perfect diamond?

In addition, I also have a perfect sapphire contributed by Gamorro, and a perfect ruby ​​upgraded in the Gem Temple of the Demon Fortress. There are five perfect gems in total. I am worth more than those elite adventure teams in the third world. Rich.

Let me think about it, there are purple gems, topaz, emeralds, and skeletons left. When can I get them all?

I thought about it while wringing my fingers a little greedily.

Of course, Hanbola exploded more than just this one perfect gem. Back then, Yizuer exploded three perfect gems, three pieces of dark gold, one piece of green, five runes, and four bottles of comprehensive recovery potion. As for other bits and pieces, there are even more.

Hanbola's violent rate cannot be compared with that of Yizuer, who used to be the top thug under Tyrell, the leader of the angels, but it shouldn't be too far behind.

While I was thinking this, Seattle's voice sounded.

“Junior Brother Wu, look, it’s a good thing!!”

He held up a hat that exuded elegance and mysterious dark gold luster, waved at me and shouted.