The python-like viper was cut in half by the sword. The Three-Headed Hellhound let out a roar, and the three ferocious dog heads turned at the same time, biting towards Meg.
Mag dodged to the side to avoid one of the dog's heads. He leaped up and stomped the dog's head in the middle into the ground. His body suddenly rose up, and he avoided the dog's head that was coming at him from the side. He landed on the dog's back, and stabbed his sword into the three-headed hellhound's spine.
The huge Three-Headed Hellhound let out a scream, and fell to the ground. It whimpered a few times, and then completely stopped breathing.
Mag landed on the ground lightly. He swung his blood-stained longsword downwards, and nailed the venomous snake that was still trying to ambush him to the ground. He glanced at the dead three-headed demon hound, and shook his head disinterestedly.
The growth of a Knight's strength depended on the improvement of speed and strength through cultivation, as well as the mastery of combat skills through comprehension of battle.
Powerful Knights generally had powerful and gorgeous combat skills, such as Flame Devouring Wave, Battle Qi Horse (cross out this one) …
But Meg was a little special. The combat skills created by Alex were not gorgeous, and sometimes he even doubted whether they could be called combat skills.
There were no resounding names of combat skills, nor were there any gorgeous special effects.
There were some that raised the body's strength and speed to the extreme, and used the simplest and most effective sword.
Just like the sword he used to kill the Three-Headed Hellhound, it was an ordinary sword, and even a level 1 Knight could use the same move.
Against a magical beast of the same level, he almost didn't waste a trace of strength, and used the simplest way to kill it.
This was his fighting style.
"Father is getting more and more powerful, such a scary big dog, and he killed it in an instant." Amy clapped her little hands and shouted. In the past, when they went out, they were chased by the big pig, but now their father could easily kill them.
Irina's face also showed a trace of a smile. The familiar fighting style, the seemingly simple sword, whether it was the grasp of timing or the search for the fatal point, he was still the most powerful Knight.
"Come down." Meg waved at the mobile restaurant, and the suspended restaurant quickly descended, stopping three meters from the ground. The spiral ladder slowly lowered, and Irina held Amy's little hand and walked down.
"Be careful, there may be poisonous insects here." Meg reminded, and walked towards the broken stone statue in the middle of the big pit covered in a layer of black fog.
From the fragments, the stone statue should be about three meters tall. The head that fell to the side was still intact, it was a skull, and two red stones were embedded in the deep eye sockets, still emitting a faint light.
"What is this thing?" Meg walked forward, stood, and stood, and stood, three meters away, and squatted down to look at the skull.
The skull's carving was a little rough, but it looked very old, and it should have existed for a very long time. Moreover, there were some earthworm-like words carved on the side of the face, and it looked very different from the continent's common language.
Meg stared at the words seriously, and the stone statue's eyes suddenly flashed red, and Meg felt as if his spirit was sucked into a whirlpool, and with a wave of dizziness, he arrived in a huge black stone hall.
The stone hall was more than ten meters tall, built with huge black stones, and the walls were lit with ghostly green flames. In the middle of the empty hall stood only Meg alone, and he looked particularly small.
At the end of the hall, there was a huge stone chair, and a tall skeleton, wearing a black cloak, sat on the stone chair, looking at Meg with scarlet eyes, and a low voice sounded: "Young man, do you desire power?"
"System, there's someone here who stole your lines." Meg curled his lips, and looked at the skeleton sitting on the chair. Could this be the legendary Bone King?
This skeleton looked very similar to the stone statue from before, and he was pulled into this mysterious space for no reason when he was observing the mysterious words on the stone statue's head. It seemed that this should be the mysterious person behind the black fog.
What a straightforward opening.
If he had just arrived in this mysterious space, he might have been hot-headed, and it might have been another brutal reincarnation story.
Seeing that Meg didn't answer, the skeleton's eyes flashed red, and scenes began to appear in Meg's mind …
In the northern snowy plains, a pack of brutal snow wolves madly chased nomads. The horses couldn't escape the pursuit of the snow wolves, and the nomads were pounced on one by one, and then they were eaten by the snow wolves. In this bloody chase, only a little boy escaped, and there was a sword hanging on the back of his horse. Meg recognized it, it was the Tian Du sword.
This was what happened to Alex when he was young. Meg was deep in thought as he looked at the youth who was facing the north, kneeling in the snow, and crying.
Then the scene changed. In the northern border of the Roth Empire, a group of imperial cavalrymen was surrounded by orcs several times their number. As the leader of the cavalrymen, Alex could only watch his subordinates and brothers die in the siege even though he could fight against 10 orcs alone. In the end, only six of the 100-odd cavalrymen managed to escape the siege.
The scene changed again. It was raining cats and dogs. Alex, who was wearing a suit of armor and a general's waist token, was carrying a baby in swaddling clothes on his back. He was heavily surrounded, and powerful magic shrouded the sky. Hundreds of heavy cavalrymen charged at him, the demons were laughing, and the elven archers' arrows were aimed at the baby on his back …
After a great battle, Alex, who was lying in a pool of blood, opened his eyes and watched as those fellows snickered as they severed his tendons and injected curse magic into his body. They then kicked the swaddling child dozens of meters away and left without a second thought.
Meg slowly clenched his fists as he watched that figure crawling towards the swaddling clothes with difficulty in the rainy night.
Yes, at times like this, what he craved the most was power.
"Young man, do you crave power?"
The seductive voice sounded in Meg's ears again.
"Accept my deal and become my servant. You will become the most powerful person in this world and kill these fellows easily."
That voice continued to tempt Meg as though it was directly in his mind.
"Who would be able to withstand such a trick?" Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. If he had only seen those scenes from a third person's perspective, he might have agreed at all costs.
However, he was not Alex, after all. Although he was a little angry, he did not lose his rationality.
Therefore, he opened his eyes and looked at the skeleton sitting on the chair. He shook his head with a smile, and said, "No, I crave to cook."
The skeleton's red eyes flickered as though he was surprised by Meg's answer.
"Who exactly are you? What's the purpose of setting up this black fog? "Meg asked the skeleton as he kept his smile.
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