Inside The Black Mist Chapter 590: The ‘lucky’ hunter

When he saw the gate of the secret talisman again, Tian Yang was in a gloomy mood.

It's the frustration that the plan isn't working out.

At first, everything was going well, but because of ignoring the character of the iron lion, all the preparations turned out to be useless in the end.

Looking at the giant corpse next to it, it made the doom hunter shoot into a sieve, and the boy could even see some bullets still embedded in the giant corpse.

"Master, are we going to enter the royal court like this?" The vampire asked worriedly.

Tianyang expels those unpleasant thoughts from his mind. Since the plan has gone wrong, he can only revise it. Feelings of depression and gloom will not help the unfolding of the incident.

The young man quickly adjusted his mentality, and said calmly: "Unless you have a better way, otherwise, this is the only way to go."

It is only a matter of luck how long it takes for the troll to attract the watcher's attention.

Although Tianyang doesn't like to leave this kind of thing to luck, he prefers strict planning and careful steps. Only in this way can he be confident, but in this situation, he can't help it.

The vampire was about to say something, but suddenly saw Tian Yang turn around quickly. It thought its master had discovered something, but saw Tian Yang raised his head and looked at the sky.

What's in the sky?

The vampire also imitated him by raising its head, and after a while, it felt two different but equally grand auras.

One is domineering and awe-inspiring, and the other is vast.

It's started.

Tian Yang is certain that the former belongs to Commander Nightcrawler of the two auras, while the latter belongs exclusively to Patriarch Yun.

The two strong men of the fortress began to attack.

Who are they targeting?

Just as he was thinking this way, Tianyang felt another aura from behind him, from the depths of the royal court.

Deep and depressing, it seems to bring everything to the abyss and drag it to death.

Subsequent.

A twilight-like light appeared in the royal court. When the young man looked back, he saw a piece of sunset glow slowly moving in the clouds above the royal court. In the glow, a figure was vaguely seen.

The sunset glow moved towards the battlefield where the main force of the fortress was located in Chicheng.

Tianyang opened his eyes slightly.

Is that... the Twilight King?

It was provoked by the breath of Chu Yan and Yunhai, and left the royal court to fight?

This is a great opportunity!

"We..."

Just as Tian Yang was about to greet Ye Xing into the royal court, he saw the pupils of the vampire monster. The shape of the cross star disappeared, and anger began to surge in the eyes.

Ye Xing has already disconnected from this black man?

The vampire regained its original nature, and before it had time to figure out where it was, it was smashed in the head with a fist full of flames by the giant corpse next to it.

The courtyard shook slightly, and the corpse of the vampire began to decompose. Tianyang had already led the troll towards the corridor of the abyss.

I don't know what's going on with Ye Xing, and now the young man doesn't have time to worry about it too much, so he happened to enter the Twilight Garden while the Twilight King was leaving the royal court. If you are lucky, you can take down Twilight Treasure without spending a single soldier.

This is also an unplanned variable, but Tianyang likes such variables very much.

The more good things like this, the better.

Soon, the figures of the boy and the giant corpse disappeared behind the gate of the secret talisman, and walked away along the corridor of the abyss.

After they entered the sacrificial hall, a figure came to the black mud where the vampire had decomposed, and put away a fang left by the vampire.

After wiping it clean, it was thrown into the pocket.

The doom hunter whose hair was combed back meticulously, the middle-aged man with a rigid face looked at the gate of the secret talisman with his pair of blue eyes. The blue light spreads out, passes through the courtyard, and extends outward.

"What is this place?"

"Is it the central area of ​​the secret realm?"

The doom hunter narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could it be that the origin is behind that door? It seems that this time, I got lucky."

The middle-aged man carefully took off the gorgeous pistol, he passed through the gate of the secret talisman, and stepped onto the corridor of the abyss. Looking at the bottomless abyss on both sides, the doom hunter took a deep breath: "What's down there? Is it the depth of the gap? It looks like it will fall into the gap. What is this inexplicable attraction? What happened, after staring at it for a long time, it seems that the soul is about to fall."

He retracted his gaze and focused his gaze on the abyss corridor under his feet. As an experienced explorer, the middle-aged man has experienced many events and seen various unimaginable scenes.

As before, walking on a stone bridge across the abyss. Even if there are no guardrails on both sides, even if the bridge body is translucent. Scenes like this might scare the average person, but to doom hunters, they're small things.

He quickly passed through the abyss corridor and entered the sacrificial hall. When he saw the majestic and vast hall, the sacrificial platform in the center, the stone pillars and sculptures scattered around, and the stone seat on the high platform.

The whole body of the middle-aged man trembled slightly, his expression excited: "Lord of War, I praise you!"

"Look at what this is, a gathering place! Gathering, the dark people also have social activities of gathering? Does this mean that they actually have a social structure, and they have their own civilization."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, the doom hunter discovered the murals on the wall of the hall. The huge and majestic paintings made him cry out.

The man lunges at one of the murals.

"My God!"

"It's a mural!"

"What's going on? Do black people have art?"

"No, maybe it was left by humans, they just occupied this place. This can explain why there is a hall for gatherings."

"What are these murals expressing...."

The doom hunter observed the content of the mural so carefully that he didn't notice that in a corner on the east side of the hall, the troll he was tracking was standing like a sculpture.

Suddenly, the giant corpse started to move, let out a roar, raised its arrogance, and punched the nearby pillar with a fist.

White flames gushed out in all directions, and the pillar suddenly flew with stone chips, like a rain of stones.

Such a strange shape naturally attracted the attention of hunters. The middle-aged man turned his head and found the giant corpse behind the pillar, and blurted out: "So you are here."

He came chasing the troll, but the gate of the secret talisman, the corridor of the abyss, and the sacrificial hall gave him more shock, so that now seeing the original 'prey', the hunter no longer has the urge to hunt.

Of course.

Without impulsiveness and impulsiveness, he still wouldn't let a black man go. What's more, he didn't want the trolls to disturb him to study this hall and study these murals.

For the above reasons, the hunter took off his pistol.

Half of his reputation is based on this pistol.

The name of this gun is 'bad luck', a pistol that will bring bad luck to the opponent. It is a material weapon made from a remnant of a black people in World No. 78.

It can fire a variety of bullets with different abilities. If it is a bullet without special ability, it will increase the power of the shot.

After that, all the bullets it fires will randomly appear 'serious injury' or 'death' effects.

The meaning of these two effects can be understood literally, and the probability of them appearing, according to the middle-aged man's own statistics.

The probability of 'serious injury' is about 3%, and the probability of 'death' is only about 0.05%.

When he was lucky a few times, when facing the powerful black people, the slim fatality rate suddenly appeared, which made him gain fame and wealth.

But even if the fatality rate is not easy to appear, the probability of serious injury rate is still quite high, and as long as it occurs, even in an unfavorable battle situation, it can often bring unexpected opportunities.

At this moment, the hunter held the 'bad luck' in his hand, and checked several life-saving items at critical moments. The middle-aged man who was fully prepared stepped towards the troll.

His hunting has always been deliberate and graceful.

He has great confidence in himself.

However, the man soon discovered some abnormalities. The black man didn't seem to be aware of himself at all, it only focused on destroying, first it smashed a gap in the pillar, now it started to destroy the sculpture, and finally jumped on the sacrificial platform, smashing the stone platform into two sides.

The hunter was about to shoot, when a door in the distance opened suddenly, and a group of black shadows crashed in, with a smell of desperation, blasting out a blood-red beam of light with black arcs dancing around the edge.

The light beam knocked down the giant corpse demon on the sacrificial altar, and only then did the hunter see clearly that it was an eyeball that was too huge!

The pupils are pitch black, and there is a blue liquid in the eye sockets, and there is a cluster of light red nerves flying behind it...

It can't speak, but from its eyes, the hunter read the meaning of 'anger'.

The eyeball continues to attack the troll.

The troll monster's chest was **** and **** from the blast just now, but it still rushed towards the big eyeball fearlessly. The hunter had seen the ability of this black man before, the thick fog that confused his sight, and the blue flame gun with the power of frost, all left a deep impression on him.

He thought that the troll would show these two abilities again, but the thing rushed forward like a fool, and punched the big eyeball.

The eyeball closed, blocked the troll monster's attack with its eyelids, and then opened it again, sending out a beam of light at a close distance. With a sudden sweep, the troll monster was almost swept in two by the beam , when he fell heavily, his waist was bloody.

Suddenly the hunter felt an unusual atmosphere in that big eyeball, and a deep light shone in that black pupil. The light swirled like a vortex, and the troll, who was about to get up and continue to attack, would seem to have lost his soul.

The hunter hadn't figured out what happened when he saw the giant corpse raised his arm and slammed his fist on his chest.

Self-harm?

The middle-aged man's eyeballs almost didn't fall off. How could he self-harm? He looked at the big eyeballs, and his intuition told him that it was the big eyeballs.

Intuition is also telling him.

Perhaps, he should withdraw.......