Chapter 648 Fighting Barr Alone

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How should I describe the explosion rate of Ancient Difficulty Recorder? It's unexpectedly mediocre. A guy like it, whose strength is comparable to that of a demon god, only explodes a piece of golden equipment. It feels like it's at the level of an ordinary adventurer.

Could it be said that he has accumulated more character?

I've accumulated enough. Don't tell me that I have to accumulate more when I kill Baal later. Then I'll be really depressed.

After packing some gold coin potions for the other five Destruction Servants, as well as four whiteboards and two blue outfits, I once again stepped towards the gate of hell formed by the two huge stone pillars that reached the ceiling, as expected.

, the transparent energy gate that blocked him has disappeared, and his front foot has crossed the dividing line without any hindrance.

After stepping into the stone pillar gate, the feeling is instantly different.

Although the scenery I saw fit perfectly with the previous environment and did not change much, I still noticed the difference with the keen sense of an adventurer.

Although the surrounding environment has not changed at all, it feels like we have arrived in another world.

Turning around suddenly, I realized that the endless corridor behind me and the five towering stone pillars I had just passed had disappeared, replaced by an empty and spotless hall.

Is it really the long-lost space magic circle? I wonder if Old Farah has ever studied this place. No, with his personality, he must have been here.

Smiling, I turned around and found that not far in front of me, there were the tall stairs, one step at a time, at least hundreds of steps high. Standing on the top and looking down, it would be easy for everything to happen.

It feels like you are in control of everything.

With Xiaoxue and the others, I walked up the stairs step by step, and my mood became more and more tense. There were more than a hundred steps, and it was only a hundred steps to my death. To me, it seemed like I had walked for several hours.

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Finally, the stairs in front disappeared and my vision suddenly opened up. At this time, I had transformed into a bear, just in case. I also held a bottle of rejuvenation potion in my hand. The bear's current health of more than 1,200 points was compared to 60.

The defense of the level paladin is not inferior, needless to say, the magic resistance is astonishingly high.

In this state, even if Baal uses a sneak attack, he cannot be defeated in a short time. If that is the case, other adventurers will not need to fight at all.

There's nothing you can do about it for the moment, so it's easy to say. No matter how serious the injury is, it doesn't matter. In our inventory, there is a rejuvenating potion that can instantly restore 30% of life and mana. If we pour it all out, we can get a bucket of bath water.

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However, my full vigilance did not pay off. In my suddenly clear sight, a huge throne made of stone and decorated with some unknown crystal bones that exuded an extremely powerful aura, stood quietly like a chicken standing tall.

The center of the high platform was empty, and the high platform was also quiet.

There is no doubt that this is Baal's throne, but now it has a false name. There is only an empty throne. Baal is not seen, but the strong aura still remaining from the throne shows that Baal does often nest here.

I originally wanted to sit on it and have some fun, but the hideous decoration of bones and skulls on it was intimidating, and coupled with the strong aura of Baal that remained, my interest suddenly dropped.

The devil's taste is bad, so it's better not to get close to him, so as not to catch Baal's body odor.

I wasn't too surprised by the empty scene above, because in the game in my vague memory, I wasn't fighting Baal here, but in the World Stone Hall where the tribe originally placed the World Stone.

The vigilance just now was just for fear of accidents. After all, the real world is different from the game. There is no rule that Baal will not suddenly run out of the World Stone Hall, sit on his throne, cross his legs and wait for adventurers to come to him.

By the way, please don't be misled by what I said before. In fact, Baal cannot cross his legs. As for the reason, anyone who has seen Baal's true form knows it.

The entrance to the World Stone Hall is not difficult to find. Just behind the central throne, there is a door sealed by blood-red energy. The dazzling light emitted by the door, even in this dark red world of the Throne of Destruction,

Especially obvious.

This is the Throne of Baal. Do you want to bring some souvenirs back to Vilas and the others as a souvenir? Or leave some souvenirs here, such as Druid Wu Fan's visit here or something.

I walked around the high platform calmly a few times, and finally reluctantly gave up the idea. As for the souvenir, the high platform was empty. Do you want me to dig out a stone, or pull a bone from the Throne of Baal and take it back?

I don't have the bad taste to ask whether Vilas and the others will want it.

As for leaving a souvenir, forget it. I guess I am definitely not the only one who has this idea. It should be said that most of the adventure teams who came here, as long as they are not particularly rigid, will think of this. After all, they worked hard to get here.

It's not easy.

But looking at the high platform, there is nothing missing and no inscriptions left. You know that there must be repair magic here. It is estimated that not long after I leave, the "memorial" left behind will be wiped away.

Wait, what's behind the throne?

Occasionally, I glanced past, and my sharp eyes noticed that there seemed to be something disharmonious in the shadow of a small corner on the back of the Throne of Baal. I immediately went over to take a look, and saw seven carvings in the corner that looked like mosquitoes.

Large and neat fonts.

"Tala Xia came here for a trip..."

After I finished reading each word, I stayed for a moment and suddenly rolled on the floor with tears streaming down my face.

Damn it, bastard, this is so enviable, this is so enviable, how on earth did Tarasha avoid the repair magic and leave words here, please teach me, teach me and you won’t get pregnant!!

I am jealous of Tarasha's methods. It would be such a cool thing to be able to leave a mark in the Hall of Baal, but there is no way. Who can let us two, one is a magic genius and the other is a magic idiot?

Woolen cloth?

Go back and ask old man Farah for a solution. He must know, but it won't work. If you ask like this, the purpose will be exposed. You are guaranteed to be invited by Akara to have tea and have a heart-to-heart talk early the next morning at the latest.

After thinking about it, I had no choice but to give up. It is estimated that in the entire first world, the only ones who have studied magic to this depth and can ignore the repair magic in the hall and leave engravings are the Tarasha children's shoes from a thousand years ago.

, but I couldn’t tell that he was so coquettish when he was young. I thought he would be a strict and rigid mage like Carlos.

After secretly feeling sorry for a while, I stood up and walked towards the scarlet energy door without hesitation. However, looking at the scarlet energy door in front of me, which was more intense and disgusting than the dark red light that filled the hall, I couldn't help but worry.

stand up.

There should be no problem, right? What if there is a world of ketchup inside? I have been soaked in the world of mayonnaise for nearly ten days, and I have to face the pouring of ketchup again? This kind of heavy-flavored method,

What kind of salad do you want to make yourself?

Forget it, that’s how the previous adventurers came here anyway.

With a panic in my heart, I stretched out my hand and pressed it on the scarlet energy door. As soon as my fingers touched it, there was a huge suction force, sucking me, Xiaoxue and the others in without any intention of resisting.

"here it is……"

It feels like being in a remote teleportation station. After being sucked in by the energy gate, all I can see is a huge white vortex and a space tunnel. My body is falling continuously, faster and faster, and the white light in front of me is getting whiter and whiter.

, so that I had to close my eyes and resign myself to fate.

When my feet touched the ground, I immediately opened my hazy eyes and looked around cautiously.

It is still a dark red world, but it is not dazzling, and there is no longer the disgusting and greasy feeling of being soaked in mayonnaise.

Without this layer of restraint, my body suddenly felt extremely relaxed when I moved my hands and feet, my breathing was also extremely smooth, and I felt that I could exert 120% of my combat power.

The five ghost wolves were already standing outside at the angle of the five-pointed star around them, protecting themselves inside. Five pairs of ghostly and profound eyes were constantly scanning every corner of the surroundings vigilantly.

What a competent guard. After sighing, I began to look at the surrounding environment.

here it is……

At first glance, I was deeply shocked.

This is...the universe?

That's right, I suddenly feel that I am in the universe now.

I am standing on the floor of a huge temple, and this temple is like an unknown meteorite wandering in the universe. Outside the temple, there is boundless darkness. It is a kind of darkness of the universe, a vast darkness, swallowing up the light.

of darkness.

The universe, the universe that nurtures all things, is exuding a broad and long-lasting aura. Consciousness is spreading infinitely in this boundless universe, and it seems that even the soul will eventually diffuse into this darkness and assimilate with it.

not good!

I quickly forced my gaze back, shook my head, and came to my senses. If I continued to look at it, my soul would really be about to shed its shell. There is no such thing as the Yuan Ying's shelling and becoming a god here.

The separation of the soul from the body means death of the person, and the separated soul is either infected by the evil atmosphere and turns into a monster, or like a little ghost, with firm will and belief, plus some essential

Under harsh conditions, it condenses into a ghost body that is no different from a human being, or eventually dissipates into the world.

Not daring to cast my gaze outside the temple, I looked around and was shocked again.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge void. Countless dark red crystals form a huge shell, floating in the void. The shell is like a heart, beating continuously and exuding vigorous vitality.

Is this the powerful heartbeat I heard when I was destroying the throne? Looking at the constantly beating shell, I was extremely shocked.

What's weird is that the heartbeat that can be heard in the Throne of Destruction is not heard at all here. It's as if someone is shouting loudly in front of you, and you can see his mouth shape changing.

But nothing was heard.

This heart-like shell is constantly beating, exuding powerful vitality, but it always feels like something is missing to me. There is a shell but nothing inside, as if there is life but no soul.

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By the way, this shouldn't be where the World Stone is placed. Looking at the shell composed of countless precious crystals and the empty space inside, I suddenly thought.

Not long after the invasion of Hell and until the decline of the guardian tribe, humans had decisively moved the World Stones of the first and second worlds away from their original temples and placed them somewhere in Harrogath City. Naturally, there was only one left here.

The shell is gone.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was like this. I kept nodding my head and looking around. This is the World Stone Hall. Where is Baal's death tentacle?

As soon as I said Cao Cao, Cao Cao was here, I thought in my mind, as if Baer Tongxiao had a tacit understanding, suddenly an echo of harsh laughter came from the depths of the hall.

Bah bah, look at your mouth, there is a connection between the devil and that dead tentacle.

However, this laughter is so unpleasant. Wouldn’t it feel inferior? Could it be that the Demon King is thick-skinned? Or is the hell world’s appreciation of singing from a different angle? Barr is actually the top singer in the hell world?

However, as he is about to face the challenge of me, a singer whose lifelong goal is to conquer the universe with his singing, I am afraid that the pressure on Barr's heart will be unexpectedly great.
To be continued...