Lin Sheng did not even need to look at the result. He could already feel a huge, cold, and bone-chilling force chasing after him.
He was not surprised, but delighted. He quickly reached the temple door, and leaped out, rolled on the ground, got up, and continued running.
Soon, he was out of the outer perimeter of the temple, and only turned around to look behind him.
The Night Lord, Dyze, was standing in front of the temple door. He did not come out, but his purple eyes stared at him calmly.
"I knew it! There's also a geographical restriction here! "Lin Sheng's heart settled.
As long as there was a geographical restriction, no matter how strong the monster was, he would be able to grind it to death!
He estimated the distance between him and the Night Lord, and it was about ten meters. This distance was a little too far for him, and it was not within his effective attack range.
Perhaps for an average character, ten meters was already very close. But to unleash Lin Sheng's full potential, ten meters was not realistic. He needed at least five meters.
Lin Sheng took a few steps forward, picked up a rotten piece of wood from the ground, and threw it at the Night Lord.
The wood hit the Night Lord's exquisite black armor with a dull thud, and then rolled off again.
The Night Lord did not move, and still stood at the door.
Lin Sheng then picked up all sorts of things to test the waters, but no matter what he threw, the Night Lord did not react.
So he relaxed a little, and walked a little closer. At the five-meter limit.
* Whoosh!! *
He opened his mouth and blasted a dragon's breath at the Night Lord.
The dark red flame almost filled up the lower half of the door, and the scorching heat quickly roasted the door frame and the floor.
Then he saw the Night Lord withstanding the dragon's breath, and suddenly took a step forward.
* Poof! *
Lin Sheng's vision went black, and he lost consciousness again.
Creaking out of bed, Lin Sheng panted heavily, his face pale.
"I made a mistake of empiricism. The Steel Lord was bound by the ritual, and so could not leave the Warrior's Guild, but the Night Lord might not be in the same situation."
He took a few deep breaths, and tried to adjust his state.
"Sigh, it's alright, I still have a way!"
After he calmed himself down, he continued to meditate on the Ashen Seal.
Soon, the sky brightened, and Lin Sheng started making phone calls, ordering his disciple, Adolf, the various supplies he needed.
Then he went out and took a car to the suburban warehouse where the things were stored.
This time, he had made up his mind to fight the Night Lord.
That night, Lin Sheng brought a large barrel of gasoline into the dream and began to pour all the gasoline from the entrance of the temple.
But before he could fall, the Night Lord saw him from afar and cut him into minced meat in an instant.
For the fourth time, Lin Sheng brought a powerful sniper rifle and set it up in the middle of the street outside the temple to lure the Night Lord out.
Unfortunately, before he could pull the trigger, he was turned into a pile of minced meat the moment he saw the Night Lord.
Fifth time, sixth time, seventh time …
Day after day, Lin Sheng tried all sorts of ways to kill the Night Lord.
But no matter what he did, he would be killed as soon as he got within ten meters of the Night Lord.
Lin Sheng did not even know how he was killed, where the attack came from, or what the weapon was.
Fortunately, now that he was dead, he did not need to wait for time, and could enter the dream again every other day.
Otherwise, he would waste too much time just waiting for the recovery time.
…
…
The twelfth day.
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes, and found himself standing at the entrance of the temple again. He was still wearing the familiar pajamas.
"Twelve days …" He sighed. This was definitely the most he had died.
All the previous deaths added up couldn't compare to the number of deaths he had suffered this time.
"But it doesn't matter." Lin Sheng's eyes became determined again. "This time, I can definitely finish this once and for all …"
He looked up into the darkness of the hall.
At the corner of the wall, there were all kinds of explosives piled up densely.
Beside these explosives of different sizes were a large number of barrels of gasoline and barrels of metal powder.
* Hah. *
Lin Sheng pulled up the collar of his shirt, revealing the outline of his toned muscles.
"Five kilograms of high-power compressed explosives that can blow up a building. I have prepared seventy-five for you."
"Come on!"
He bit a roll of red fuse wrapped around his waist. This fuse was also called a detonating wire, which was used to detonate these industrial explosives.
He borrowed almost all the explosives he could find and copied them into the dream. After all, the explosives in the dream could still be used in the real world, and they would not disappear.
This would not have any negative impact on Adolf. In the name of the outside world, he was just borrowing them for research.
With his head held high, Lin Sheng strode into the temple with a cold look in his eyes.
He had been living and eating in the warehouse all these days, just for this moment!
"Ahhhhh! Come on! Come and kill me! "
Lin Sheng's body suddenly expanded, and his half-dragon form activated. He tore his upper clothes apart, revealing the densely packed explosives on his body.
He roared, ignited the fuse on his body, and rushed in.
As for where the Night Lord was, he did not care. No matter where he was, the guy must be in this temple.
Lin Sheng roared and quickly disappeared into the depths of the temple.
After a while, the entire temple suddenly lit up with a trace of fire.
Then there was a loud boom.
The huge and terrifying explosion seemed to have awakened the entire sleeping city.
At the door and windows of the temple, a large number of yellow flames burst out, and countless flames swarmed out of the temple like a stream of water.
Boom!!
A deafening explosion suddenly rang out inside the temple.
This towering building that had stood for god knows how many years had finally come to an end at this moment. It collapsed with a loud crash.
Large clumps of grayish-black smoke rose from the ground like huge cotton wadding, or like the thunderclouds in the sky, with scarlet flames flashing inside.
The smoke almost covered the entire area of more than ten meters around the temple.
There were continuous explosions inside, and the continuous flames released an unimaginable high temperature and impact.
Lin Sheng slowly woke up from his stupor.
He only saw the Night Lord at the last moment. The guy was standing in his usual position, looking up at the portrait of a woman, motionless.
Without a word, Lin Sheng ignited the explosives and rushed in.
Halfway through, he lost consciousness. Obviously, he was dead.
"But even though I'm dead, the Night Lord is probably either seriously injured or seriously injured. I'll go in tonight and see. I don't believe that this amount of explosives can't kill a councilman! "
A councilman was a Six Winger.
A Six Winger may be powerful, but they were not invincible. They also had their own upper limit of tolerance.
The explosion of modern explosives was not as simple as high temperature damage. The most powerful was the physical impact of the explosion.
The high temperature of thousands of degrees was only a small part of the collateral damage compared to the physical impact.
So, as long as one was not immune to physical damage, he would definitely be hurt!
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