Chapter 231

"Isn't it a fake?" asked kukas, with his head tilted and staring carefully at the noble young woman.

There are many talents, but he has made a decision long ago. Since he was going to change to a special knight, he decided what talent he would develop in the future. Of course, after his successful transfer and a lot of knowledge, he was more certain about his choice of talent.

"Killing talent!" although he has many powerful talents, he finally decided to develop only this talent. Because he knows that although other talents are also very important, if he develops other talents at the same time, he will be very mediocre, and he can't cooperate better with his transferred knight. Only killing talent is the best match with the knight class he chose.

A large amount of golden liquid is injected into the pattern representing the killing talent. The first floor, the second floor, until the seventh floor, the amount of golden liquid was not enough. The formation of the seventh level killing talent has brought changes to kukas that ordinary people can't imagine. Of course, this is beyond his imagination. After all, he just outlined his talent and hasn't really used it yet. Therefore, I don't know the effect of this seventh level talent. However, considering the knowledge in the information, he still believes that this talent will bring him great help.

After outlining the talent and skills, kukas really embarked on the journey. He walked alone in silence on the dark, dry and cracked earth. In the past, his heavy body seemed very relaxed. He tried. Without any skills, he could rush to a distance of nearly 100 meters in three or five breathing times. If he uses skills and opens his killing talent, he can charge with all his strength and produce a sonic boom in an instant.

A breathing time, more than 300 meters away can rush through. With the power of sonic boom alone, you can instantly leave a gully more than an elbow deep on the earth.

He runs fast on the earth. With running for a long time, his killing talent opens, but he doesn't run with all his strength, because if he runs with all his strength, his muscles can't withstand that speed, resulting in rupture and falling. After several attempts, kukas found that if he charged with all his strength, he could hold on to five breathing times at most. Of course, this is when he doesn't use fighting spirit. If he uses fighting spirit to protect his body, I'm afraid he can double or even more the time.

After several magic hours of endless running on the earth, kukas gradually deepened his understanding of his promoted killing talent. The seventh level killing talent can not only let him open and close freely, but also will no longer consume any fighting spirit. You should know that the amount of fighting spirit consumed in the opening of general talents is not necessarily. The higher the level of most talents, the more fighting spirit they consume. But killing talent is not like this.

He leaned forward and kept shaking his muscles slightly. This method is not the charge skill he learned before, but a new skill derived from the charge skill he used after he ran a magic spell or two. In the trial of this technique, he spent less energy, and even to a certain extent, he could make his speed faster with the help of air flow.

According to the instructions on the map, kukas kept running. He didn't know how far his destination was from him, nor how many magic hours he had run. He just knew that his stomach was getting hungry and that he had drunk all the water on his body.

"If I don't see the castle again, I'm afraid I'll starve to death here." kukas thought to himself. He kept adjusting his speed to save more energy.

After running for more than one magic hour, a figure appeared in front of him. That's a tough man. The man carried the wooden box and hurried forward. He heard the rapid wind behind him, so he turned to watch.

"Death!" a fierce voice sounded in the man's ear. Then the man saw a headless body walking on the earth. The headless body spewed out a lot of blood at the top, which scattered around like a fountain.

"It's a good scene. It's even better if water comes out of it." this consciousness finally appeared in the man's head, and then he didn't know anything.

In the fast running, kukas stretched out his hand like a knife and cut the man's neck hard. The thick neck was like a reed, which was easily broken, and the blood sprayed out and scattered on him.

After the deep tongue licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, kukas shook his head and threw out the blood stained on his head.

"There must be food, there must be water." he reached for the headless body and began to look for it. Open the box first. There is nothing in the box except some fresh meat. Then he turned out a small jar of water in the body's arms.

Unable to continue the search, kukas quickly opened the jar, drank a mouthful of water, and then carefully put the remaining water into his arms. As for the meat in the box, he didn't eat it, even when there were no dried meat slices on the body, he didn't eat the fresh meat. Instead, put these fresh meat pieces into the box, then carry them on your back and continue to move forward.

By comparing the map on the body with his own map, kukas found that he was very close to the castle. If there was no accident, when he drank all the water, that is, when he arrived at the castle.

After glancing at the body, kukas ran forward again. Not long after he left, a bigger crack appeared in the dry earth, which swallowed up the body and blood, and then recovered.

Walking forward again, kukas met others one after another. Of course, the fate of these people is the same as that of the first person he met at first. In the fast charge, he easily cut off the heads of those people and collected their supplies. The fresh meat pieces were thrown into the box behind him, and the dry and hard meat pieces were swallowed by him.

A black spot appeared on the horizon. With kukas's fast running, the black spot became bigger and bigger, and finally a huge Castle appeared in front of him.

I don't know how big the castle is. Blue lightning twines around the towering spire, and black fire snakes wriggle on the dark walls. The stone ghosts who fled from the abyss soared in the sky. With the help of the mark given to them by the castle owner, they manipulated lightning and fire to form a tight defense line around the castle.

The dead creatures composed of white bones are wandering without direction outside the castle. They have no sense of direction. They collide together. The weak fall and the strong continue to walk. At an interval of time, the fallen white bone undead will get up from the ground and walk confused again when other undead don't trample on themselves. Then he was hit by a strong undead, or a weaker undead.

On the periphery of these undead creatures, there are a group of flesh and blood people like kukas. These people either sit on the ground to rest or watch out for others. Although they gather together, they are far away from each other, at least about seven or eight meters. The ground was clean, no bodies, no blood.

These people were very interested in the arrival of kukas. Several men sitting on the periphery saw kukas coming all the way, so they stood up from the ground and surrounded him. In the eyes of these people, size is not a problem. The problem is that the visitors are likely to have been hungry for a long time, and they are likely to have no rest for a long time. As long as the visitor satisfies one of them, they are sure to kill the man and rob him of the possible food and water.