The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Seeing that part of the thick skin under Amon's ribs was blown out, I was startled, and then I couldn't help sighing that the magic trick of the ice and fire girl was awesome, and then there was a way to defeat Amon-aim at the crack , Hit hard!

Yes, it's that simple.

I greeted Emily from a distance and signaled to her, ‘There is a crack under Amon’s ribs. Although it is only a minor injury, it has broken the defense’.

Emily had no expression on her face, with a ‘um’, swinging the sword straight down Amon’s ribs.

This time, Amon finally shifted the target of the attack and launched a fierce attack towards Emily.

In a crazy state, Amon has an unusually low IQ. He only knows to attack Emily blindly, and he doesn't even know how to cover the wound with his palm to minimize the damage.

Emily's attack speed is quite fast, and her attack frequency is also quite high, but in an instant, she chopped dozens of times on the wound of Amon's ribs.

If it weren't to break the defense, it would be no problem for Iyamon's skin to carry her dozens of times abruptly, but at this moment, it has been broken, the wound is small, but it is fatal.

Emily’s attack was unequivocal, down to the flesh, **** again and again, even though the sub-skin was thick and thick, a sticky, **** flesh was peeled off in just a few seconds. It hurts. Wailing.

At the same time, the wizard sisters of Emily's team and the long-range attackers of my team launched the second round of attacks against Amon.

The magic gunpowder is so densely intertwined that, standing a few meters away, I feel like watching fireworks.

The attack lasted for nearly half an hour, and Amon finally fell to the ground. It was bloodied all over, breathing heavily, and its dark red eyes gradually turned bright red. The hands, feet and body no longer twitched, but replaced by one. A state of complete relaxation.

Seeing the blood flowing down from it, it won't be long before it will die.

Emily stood aside holding the saber, panting slightly, trying to recover the stamina consumed, a lot of sweat flowed on the smooth forehead, and the hair that was originally floating on the forehead was glued to the forehead.

Except for a little tiredness, she didn't have any serious problems.

Behind her, two archer sisters stood side by side, holding bows in their hands, ready to give Amon the final blow at any time.

Forgetting to mention, the sisters of the elven archers came back after the battle became intense. They did not choose to rush to fight alongside Emily, but instead stood aside and used their feather arrows to continuously attack Amon.

To be honest, although their feather arrows are powerful, they still can't break Amon's defenses. At most, they shoot at its fur to become decorations.

"The madness has subsided" Odachi's voice sounded in my mind: "It is also about to die. It seems that it was abandoned by the manipulator hiding in the dark."

"Although I don't know if there is a manipulator hiding in the dark, I can feel that it is not hostile to me."

After thinking about it, I walked over to Yamen, knelt down, sighed, and said, "Can you understand me?"

Amon didn't say a word, just stared at me with a pair of bull's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I launched a ruthless attack on your weakness." I apologized: "But that's what I couldn't do. After all, the atmosphere just now was very nervous. Either you killed me or I killed me. You have no other options."

Amon's eyes were a little lost, and it might not last long.

I was a little sentimental: "Don't worry, after you die, I won't forget you. You are the second dungeon monster that defeated me."

It roared and its eyes were full of relief. The next moment, it raised its hand suddenly and clenched it into a fist. My heart was tight: Is it going to attack me?

As I was about to retreat, Odachi's voice sounded in my mind: "Don't move, it has no intention of killing."

I hurriedly reached out to stop the elves who were shooting Amon with arrows, and stood motionless, staring at it.

The half-man fist didn't hit it directly, but stretched out slowly and flatly until it reached me, and then he let out a low growl.

"Are you going to give me something?" I glanced at its fist, but didn't see anything.

It roared again, I still didn't understand, and looked around blankly.

"Captain" Godot came up: "I think it wants to punch you."

"Fisting?" I wondered.

Amon let out a low growl again, and its fist reached in front of me.

I pondered a little: "Well, just touch your fist if you don’t fight. You don’t know each other for a short time, but you are indeed a very strong opponent, uh... second only to Emily. ."

One big and one small, a single fist touched, Yameng roared again, as if frustrated, his fist crashed to the ground, and then its huge body slowly turned into flying ash.

No coins fell, no materials fell, only a large pool of blood was left on the ground, two pieces of equipment lying quietly in the blood, and a small pure black stone.

Emily stepped forward, ignoring the equipment, picked up the black stone directly, and frowned for a while.

"What is this?" I asked her.

"I don't know" Emily said lightly.

"Have you seen anything like this before?" I asked again.

"I have seen it" Emily said: "On a deeper level, where the boss died, the color is the same as the stone, but the size is much different. The previous one was smaller, and this one was larger."

"Did you not give it to the elder to study it?"

"Researched" Emily said: "Her Majesty and the elders can't see what this is, only that it is very hard and cannot be melted."

"Then how do you generally deal with these things?" I asked again.

"Collect" Emily said: "Generally we will put them together in one place for collection."

"Just put a pile of ashes?"

"Do you have any good ideas?" Emily looked at me and asked.

"Uh... actually I don't have any good ideas, hehe" scratching my head, I said, "Can you give me this stuff?"

"What do you want it to do?" Emily wondered.

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to keep it" I said, "I have gotten similar black stones before.

"Oh, all right" Emily passed me the black stone without thinking about it.

I received the black stone, and I smiled at her to express my gratitude. She didn't say anything, bent down to pick up the equipment on the ground, and handed it to the elf archer girl aside, and said: "Go back and identify it."

"Yes" the elf girl answered, carefully putting the equipment down.

"Do you want to identify its use?" I asked.

"No" Emily shook her head: "I want to appraise its price, and then share it with you."

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