Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 760: The “disappearing” Klein

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"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The neck of the head fell, and he fell weakly.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and everyone was shocked.

The institutions of Batlos Plane Prison are too terrifying. They are always indefensible. Hundreds of thousands of adventurers in the place of exile, came here through the square and walked through the promenade, only more than 100,000 remained. .

In other words, more than 200,000 adventurers have already lost their lives in Batlos Prison. Such a high loss rate is worthy of being one of the most dangerous places in the place of exile. Once these terrifying institutions are activated, Even the strong of God's Domain could not resist.

At this time, everyone has come to a spacious hall. There are wall lamps hanging on the wall of the hall. The torches on the wall lamps are shining with blue faint flames. Although it is still abnormally gloomy, it is darker than just now. Be brighter.

"It should be safe here, right?"

Ron jumped off the goblin tank, his eyes hesitantly looked around.

"I think we should be more careful!"

Due to the difference in strength, Pamir was far more cautious than Ron. He stayed on the goblin tank and didn't get down, only sticking out a head from under the turret.

At this time, a large group of goblin legions not far away arrived, and Frigga, Laffield, Wendini and others also jumped off the tank.

"Oh, it's so stinking!"

Fulijia frowned and quietly arranged her clothes. For her, this iron guy called the "Goblin Tank" is good, but the internal space is too depressing. It is clean for the hobby. She is a big test.

At this time, the remaining adventurers also came one after another, their faces wore an undecided look. After confirming the safety of this place, they relieved their minds, drinking medicine, medicine, healing treatment, and Some are clearing the bad state for their teammates and are very busy.

Ron's spiritual consciousness diverged to confirm whether his current position was safe. When no abnormality was found, he was relieved, but at this time, he saw a familiar figure.

"Klein?"

Ron opened his eyes wide, staring at this familiar black robe, full of surprise, how could this guy appear here?

Ron’s voice also caught the attention of other people. For a while, surprise, anger, fear, and various emotional eyes focused on Klein. Some people even couldn’t hold back the murderous intentions in their hearts and thought directly He tore him, especially some adventurers who lost their teammates.

However, Klein looked very miserable at this time. His clothes were damaged in many places, and blood was faintly stained. He covered his abdomen with one hand, and the blood was dripping slowly from the place he was holding. Appears to have suffered serious injuries.

Klein's face is paler than usual at this moment. He slowly raised his head, seeing the eyes of everyone, as if he understood something, and smiled bitterly, "Yes...I'm sorry, everyone, I...I just went in. I was knocked down... well... finally escaped..."

Ron walked over quickly, looked at Klein’s wound, and found that it was caused by light bullets. He nodded and smiled, “It’s fine if it’s okay. Let my teammate naturally be High Priest Wen Dini will treat you!"

"Thank you!" Klein smiled slightly, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Nothing!" Ron patted Klein on the shoulder and smiled friendly, "Welcome back!"

Ron and the 75th Goblin Legion accepted Klein, which does not mean that others will let him go. At this time, I saw a tall barbarian standing up with a "crush—" The face became extremely distorted due to anger.

"Damn... You guy killed so many of us, I thought it would be fine to say sorry?"

The barbarian took out a long-handled great axe and slammed it to the ground with a "boom", and a deep crack appeared on the hard stone floor.

Ron took a look and took a deep breath. Although the strength of the barbarian in front of him was an intermediate level in God's Domain, he was not far from him, but what he held in his hand was actually an artifact.

The light of the divine instrument is more restrained than the sacred instrument, but the power it radiates is heavier. The patterns engraved on the axe flow around like a whole body, like a natural gloss.

Even on the main plane, it is not easy to own a divine tool as a strong man in the realm of gods. Most people use sacred tools.

Klein's smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold expression on his face, he said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" The barbarian split his mouth and looked fiercely, "I want to kill you!"

"Hehe, the guy holding the artifact..." Klein laughed dryly, "but it's not so easy for you to kill me!"

"Then try it!" The barbarian's face sank.

"Wait!"

Just as the two of them were at war, a voice stopped him, but it was Ron.

The barbarian's gaze narrowed, "Hey...who do I think it is? I dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs, it turns out that I am a necromancer again!"

"What about if I am a Necromancer?" Ron's face was as deep as water, and there was a faint anger in his eyes.

"Nothing?" The giant axe barbarian smiled, "The undead guys are just a bunch of rubbish, since you want to intervene... OK! Then you go together!"

Not only Klein, but even Ron couldn't hold back anymore. He quietly reached into the space bag and slowly took out a keel staff.

"Are you going to fight?"

When Laffield saw this, he smiled slightly, stood beside Ron, and said lazily, "Then add me, I am the Dark Dragon of Warcraft Raffield!"

"And me..." Haoqin also stood up, "I am the Beacon of the Beimong clan!"

"And me..." Wendini said.

"And me..." Dillow said.

Ron's teammates stood up one by one, and each of them was a mid-level powerhouse in God's Domain, standing together with great momentum.

Even Pamir, the colonel of the 75th Goblin Corps, waved the white gloves in his hand, and the goblin tank started to act sincerely, and countless black holes aimed at that guy.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense in vain. All the adventurers look at me and I look at you, with a blank face. They don't know which position they should take.

"You--"

The barbaric popularity blushed and his neck was thick. Just now his team was at the forefront, and the casualties were also the most serious. Apart from his captain, no one could escape.

Seeing the opponent's strength, the barbarian naturally chose to be calm. Although his behavior seemed rude, he was actually extremely careful, otherwise he wouldn't be the captain.

At this time, he stared at Klein fiercely, "Bah--", threw down the sentence "Fortunately for you", then turned and left in strides.

A turmoil finally resolved, but everyone couldn't be happy for a while, especially Ron, who had always been worried about the barbarian's phrase "Undead guys are garbage".

It would be okay to talk about this in the former Noah continent. Since the natural disaster church led by Ron rose like a meteor, no one would dare to look down upon the Necromancer, and the Necromancer has its unique and mysterious power. Obtained everyone's approval.

What happened to this world?

"Thank you!"

This time Klein thanked Ron sincerely. He was not afraid of the barbarian with his strength, but if he really wanted to fight, he would definitely expose his strength. In this way, his plan would be Changes will occur.

Of course, Klein's injuries were caused by himself. If it weren't, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to win everyone's trust.

"Life Teleport!"

After checking Klein’s injury, Wen Dini immediately used life therapy, a green wave-like power slowly rippling away, directly into Klein’s body, and after a while, Klein’s abdominal wound It disappeared completely.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing in his heart, knowing that the painful expression on his face just now was not a pretense.

Ron looked at the huge Batlloth prison and started to worry, "Pamir, I think we have entered the Batlloth plane prison, but...where is the plane teleportation array we are looking for?"

Pamir shook his head, "I don't know, I'm here for the first time!"

"In the bottom dungeon of Batlos Prison..."

Just as everyone was in trouble for this, a voice came from behind, the voice was so cold that it didn't contain any emotion.

Everyone looked back, but it was Klein, the undead magister who spoke.

I saw him smile slightly, ignoring the suspicion cast by everyone, and said coldly, "Don't ask me how I know, you just have to choose to believe it or not to believe it! There is nothing you can do if you don't believe me..." /

Klein didn't want to say it, and everyone didn't force it. After all, everyone has their own secrets, and it's normal not to say it.

Ron groaned, nodded, "I believe you!"

"Very good!" Klein smiled slightly, and reached out and pointed forward, "Battles Prison is not a maze, it is not complicated inside, and there is only one road to the underground, but..."

The corners of Klein's mouth were slightly tilted, and a trace of coldness appeared on his face, "Whether you can walk to the ground floor alive depends on the strength and luck of each person..."

Pamir tilted his head slightly, "You mean, we will run into those ancient guards of Batlos Prison?"

The word "Ancient Guards" has changed the face of everyone present. You must know that none of these guys guarding the Batlos Prison are fuel-efficient lamps, and they are so numerous. As a general, he has no chance of winning.

"Yes!" Klein smiled, "Although the ancient guards are a bit troublesome, our purpose is not to be an enemy to them, I think... we can still pass through if we are careful!" !--over-->