My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Chapter 144: All dead?

The phantom demon leisurely chatted and wandered among the scholars, tempting them to talk to him, telling them some past events that were not sure whether they meant anything, and using words to ease their inner throbbing and panic, so as to prevent people from doing irrational things under high pressure.

As they were chatting, she suddenly heard the news that Noita had returned.

As she walked into the crowd, she indeed saw the armored warriors. The armor of the returnees was stained with blood. The thick blood and corrosion marks silently told the story of a thrilling battle. The long swords in their hands were mostly damaged.

The Illusionist came forward to greet Noita and asked her what happened.

She recounted the attack she encountered at the residence of her Rock Language mentor. A group of ferocious demons of unknown origin were lurking on the ground. Before she could stick her head out, they rushed into the tunnel and attacked her.

If the Mingyan Armor hadn't been so defensive, she would have died.

The phantom demon frowned: "Master, didn't you kill the enemy?"

The power of the "Princess"'s transformation dispelled the curse, allowing her voice to be heard again.

"Yes, there are too many of them for me to handle. But don't worry, I destroyed the tunnel when I came back. They are buried underground now and can't come back."

"So that's it."

The phantom demon suddenly realized, and then a tiny blade flew out from her sleeve, piercing through the armor defense without hesitation and piercing into the heart and throat of the pretender, destroying its life and possible spellcasting ability.

The assassination was done smoothly and the crowd was in uproar only after the man was dead.

"This person is fake." The phantom demon said loudly, announcing to everyone that this was a monster disguised as Noita.

Phantom Demon's understanding of Hongrong and Noita was average, and she didn't know who would live and who would die in the fight between Hongrong and Noita, but one thing was certain, no matter who was in charge of the body at this time, he or she had at least the combat power of the second level and would not be defeated by a group of monsters that were not at the second level.

——If the enemy has a second level, then just kill them directly and they won’t be able to stop them.

The scholars and mercenaries were skeptical and looked at the phantom demon with fear in their eyes.

Then, they looked at Noita with even greater horror. She had been stabbed twice. She took off her helmet and visor, revealing a face that no one recognized.

This face is so weird and exquisite that it is hard to tell whether it is a man or a woman, but the details reveal an inharmonious and inhuman feeling, like a human but not a human, which triggers the uncanny valley effect at first glance.

The fake creature asked calmly, "How did you see through me?"

"you guess?"

The cold wind tore through the air, and magic power shot out like a rainbow.

……

Noita returned to the tunnel, sniffing the cold steam and preparing to return to where she started.

However, she had not walked far when she smelled a wind mixed with the smell of horror. The sound of the wind poured into the tunnel more clearly than anywhere else, and it rolled dully like the sound of water splashing inside a balloon.

The tunnel was invaded.

Noita gripped the sword, kicked off his boots, and walked barefoot in the soft mud, feeling the vibrations in the tunnel with his soles.

She walked more than ten meters and saw the source of the wind sound - a big hole was torn in a part of the tunnel, and sand was rolling into the tunnel from there.

Noita looked up at the outside world through the eye-shaped hole, and suddenly a monster emerged from it and swooped down towards her.

The sharp barbed claws pierced Noita's eyes, trying to kill him with one blow.

At the critical moment, the soil on both sides of the cave entrance suddenly changed, and two layers of earth spikes shot out from all directions, piercing through the body of the demon and nailing it in the air.

[Heart-Eating Demon: A demonic creature transformed from a twisted dreamlike being, it possesses a ferocious nature and a particular preference for hearts. The power to twist them brings pain, and pain breeds ferocity.]

A created monster.

Noita looked closely at the gray-black monster that looked like a human but had only one horizontal eye. It was nailed by seven earth spikes, but it still had the strength to struggle frantically, waving its arms as if trying to gouge out Noita's heart.

Noita stood there and waited for a while, but did not see any subsequent monster attacks.

Apparently there was only one monster here to attack her.

This made him let out a dissatisfied "tsk" sound, and with a wave of his arm, a raging fire ignited out of thin air, engulfing the Heart-Eating Demon.

[Kill the Heart-Eating Demon and gain 4700 experience points.]

The experience gained showed that this Heart-Eating Demon was only of the first level, a mid-level monster of the first level, and the experience it gave was not even as good as that of the leader of the Rango Society.

The enemy was too weak, making Noita feel underestimated.

She gently closed her eyes that were staring at the sky and walked forward.

The wind brought the smell of blood, but she didn't see any corpses along the way. When she walked out of the tunnel, no one greeted her, and all she saw was a mess.

The hall felt like a rain of knives. Not a single piece of furniture remained intact. The floorboards were mercilessly ripped apart, scarring the earth like scars, winding and extending to every corner of the room. In some places buried in the sand, the sharp edges of the phantom demon's knives gleamed coldly in the flickering light.

With a glance, Noita counted the fallen bodies, twenty-one. Excluding the phantom demon, all the members were there. Anjou, with whom he had a good chat not long ago, also fell in the wind and sand.

Surprisingly, the deceased's injuries were extremely minor, with only injuries to the heart and throat.

This is like the style of a phantom demon.

Noita stepped forward, trying to deduce the course of the battle through the traces, when suddenly a large number of tiny crawling sounds mixed with the sound of the wind entered her ears, like an eerie serenade played when dark clouds covered the sky, making people feel particularly uneasy.

Looking up, through the broken window, Noita met two pairs of scarlet eyes.

She saw the even larger Heart-Eating Demon, and its upgraded species, a Illusion Demon.

More monsters clung to the windows and walls, staring at the prey in the room greedily and bloodthirstily, their eyes filled with chills.

"I'm surrounded."

Noita understood that there were dozens of monsters and a high-level monster comparable to the second level. This was the number of monsters that surrounded and attacked her.

This is right.

An indifferent look leaked from behind the visor. When the monster was about to make a move, several grenades fell into Noita's hands from the gate city. The armor on her palms fell off, the strong wind cut her palms, and the mellow hot blood soaked the grenades.

Noita smiled and threw the grenade, and these charming little cuties fluttered like butterflies and landed outside the house.

The manipulator behind the scenes recognized this high-explosive weapon and attempted to manipulate the monsters to retreat. However, the power of the curse was revealed. Noita's breath would attract attacks from monsters and insects. What about her blood and flesh? It would only make the bloodthirsty monsters even more obsessed.

She already possessed a vibrant vitality, and now the rich life combined with the curse catalyzed a reaction that was more than just one plus one.

The manipulation of the man behind the scenes was not in vain. His manipulation allowed the monster to realize the danger, but it was too late.

Just a little late.

Angry thunder burst out from the ground, illuminating the area. The light and sound even made the strong wind lower its arrogant head and lower its sharp and ferocious whistling.

The thunder was accompanied by a calamity of fire. The flames of destruction exploded and spread out. The high temperature of thousands of degrees instantly engulfed the enemy. The flames burned along the hair and burned into the surface of the monster along the holes. It could ignite the sinister flames of magic and make the monster burn itself.

The fire from the inside out is the hardest to extinguish, because the monsters are the burning of fire. They writhe and burn in pain, but no matter how they struggle it is futile. They will die, die here.

[…Experience gained: 3600…Experience gained: 2780…]

Since you are already here, why do you bring any gifts?

Noita drew his sword, rushed forward, and cut a monster in an instant. Frost spread and froze it to death on the spot.

Then I'm welcome.

Chapter 145 Phaethon

The monster was neither human nor beast, black and shiny like charcoal, and soaked in dampness and cold. Even the fierce wind from a gladiator's shout could not shake the monster in the slightest.

Because it is a monster with the blood of Typhon, one of Typhon's 9,999 descendants, the embodiment of destruction of the black sand, the sand that will bury everything, and it is the fate that Attica must face.

It is destruction incarnate!

The wind and sand obeyed its command to resist the arrows, and the sound of the horn that could not be found sounded from the cracks of the disaster, praising the demon of delusion.

"There are ships sailing through the blazing fire, ascending to the eternal upper realm. You come riding on fire and will not let your enemies live.

The One with a Hundred Arms and a Hundred Heads is your benefactor, and destruction is your principle.

He looks like a god and has strength like thunder.

You are the son of the dragon, the apostle of destruction."

The singing was distorted and loud as thunder.

The monster praised in the hymn has six arms and six eyes, and its every move is accompanied by wind and thunder.

It is the irresistible storm, the manifestation of the power of this sandstorm.

But it is not really unstoppable!

The demon of delusion is fighting, and the power that is enough to tear the earth apart is stirring up the wind and clouds, pushing the enemy back again and again.

Bright flames flickered in the black clouds, and the warriors, wearing armor and bathed in flames, looked like gods in fire.

Warriors are the brave ones who fight against monsters!

Flames flashed through the darkness and shone from the earth. The sword intertwined with the demon's body, tearing the skin and cutting the bones.

The two swords are sharp and can kill the enemies.

However, the storm intensified, and monsters were reborn one after another.

The heart-ripping demon turned into ashes and scattered into the storm. Thunder roared suddenly, and the sound shook the sky.

Fight! Fight!

The Fighting Heaven looked down and granted the warriors the power to fight. The warriors fought bravely and the fire of the sun surged and destroyed the monsters' bodies.

The hard skin is destroyed, the dragon scales appear, the tendons and bones are broken, and a new body is formed.

The monster roared, stirring up a roaring gust of wind. "I am the son of the Demon Ancestor, descended from the enemy of the gods. I hunt down cowardly and desperate false gods and take the lives of the despicable. Unknown warrior, if you would stop me, please state your name."

Noita was indifferent, walking in the sky, looking down coldly at the monsters on the earth.

She destroyed it many times, but it was reborn many times, each rebirth was stronger than the last, and it became stronger with each battle, as if there was no end.

The logbook tells of its origins: it is the destructive manifestation of this sandstorm, its destiny to bring destruction, to bring about the end. The power of the sandstorm continuously supports its operation, supporting it to drag this place into the end, into the deep sea of ​​fire. It will never die until Attica is destroyed.

This is a characteristic only possessed by those who have reached the highest level of winter.

Some extraordinary characteristics, but the strength is far from reaching the threshold of extraordinary.

The atmosphere of competition here is already extremely intense. The cruel killing field, the violent struggle, and the fierce enemies have already satisfied the needs of the struggle.

The log prompt suddenly appeared, the atmosphere here is enough for Noita to advance to a high-level profession on the path of competition. If she is willing, she can ascend to the top in one step and become the best among the second level.

However, she refused.

The refusal was not due to any reserve in choosing a career; Neuta would not have had such an idea at a critical moment.

This is actually a consideration after weighing the pros and cons. The competitive atmosphere here still has a part that belongs to the illusory demon. If it does something bad, it will seriously interfere with Noita's promotion and greatly affect her performance. It may be counterproductive and cause a decline in combat effectiveness.

From ancient times to the present, the promotion of wrestling is mostly the winner is the king. Only the winner can dominate everything and advance in the most unmatched manner!

Noita waved his hand, and spiritual energy surged, usurping part of the strong wind, turning it into an iron hammer falling from the sky, smashing down and smashing the illusory demon into the soft soil again.

The sand was drained of moisture, forming a furnace, and the concentrated solid combustion was ignited. A fire strong enough to melt steel burned fiercely, destroying everything.

The monster's form melted away like iron, it died again and emerged from the wind,

At this time, the eagle's wings are carried on its back, which is a symbol of galloping in the sky and gives it the ability to fly.

So the struggle started again, the wind and sand formed steel knives, cutting through the warriors' armor, and the two swords overlapped and slashed, tearing open the scales.

In a flash, the monster and the warrior clashed several times, the monster's limbs were cut off, the monster's blood as black as oil dripped onto the ground, and the anger of being destroyed licked its heart.

The warrior was covered in blood as hundreds of tons of blows were transmitted to his body, causing his skin to burst, his bones to groan, and his mellow blood to flow, creating terrible scars.

The power of the Blood of Steel was being madly extracted to repair the internal organs. It was being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye and was about to be exhausted. The tree of power born in Noita's body was crumbling, and the cold moonlight was still dormant, but it was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

The aftermath of the struggle shattered the air, and the flames of friction dripped onto the ground, igniting the blood of monsters. The glassy earth reflected brilliant fire, illuminating the warriors in the sky, making them as bright as gods.

He is clearly below, but he is above.

Noita swooped down and swung his sword again.

The two swords slashed past and cut off the head of the illusory demon again.

Another defeat, another rebirth.

The broken body fell and disappeared, and the monster was reborn from the wind again. Its scales became harder and its composite structure was less susceptible to damage.

The battle resumed, the Frost Blade still able to leave wounds deep enough to see the bone, but the Melta Sword was powerless to burn through the scales.

When they collided, the overly strong impact broke the overloaded hot melt sword, and the fragments shattered and flew everywhere, embedding into the bright flame armor.

The constant resurrection allowed the False Demon to strengthen itself in a targeted manner time and time again, and it had become extremely effective in restraining Noita's weapon.