Chapter 165: Metal ring

"What is this?"
At first glance, there was only a metal ring that looked like a bracelet.
"Huh? I dropped the equipment?" My mouth twitched, and I was amused: "It's really rare, this is the first time I have seen it!"
Stepped forward quickly, bent over to pick up the ring on the ground, and observed it carefully.
The ring is made of unknown metal. It starts cold, but it is very smooth.
There is a circle of rune patterns that I don't recognize on the outside of the ring, which looks vaguely like some unknown mysterious text.
There is an icon engraved on the inside of the circle, which looks like the head of Yamon in stick figure mode.
I have to say that the head of Amon in stick figure mode is still a bit cute. If the real Amon can grow into that, maybe...
When I thought that the man who was close to three meters long had a cute and stupid face, the picture couldn't bear to look directly at it!
Uh... forget it.
Waved his hand to dispel this thought, looked at the deep path, hesitated for a moment, and decided to continue to go deep.
The killing intent on his body has disappeared, and the control of the body has returned to my hands again.
When I think of impulsive behavior that is not controlled by the brain in the state of killing intent, I feel a little scared.
Fortunately, I encountered the existence of muscles like Yamon more than brain cells. If I changed to a monster that would trap, lie in ambush and use magic hidden weapons together, then my fate would be horrible.
It seems that in a non-special state in the future, it is better to have as little killing intent as possible.
After not walking far, he ran into another Amon.
The Amon in front of him was roughly the same size as the one he had encountered before. If you look at it by comparison, this one still looks slightly weaker, and only slightly shorter than the previous one.
Is it stunted because you can't find food?
I was thinking, and Amon in front of me spotted me at a glance, opened his mouth wide, roared, and rushed towards me.
Oh, really, this is too impulsive.
I murmured, and greeted him with a flick of the sword.
There is no tendency to kill, although no combat skills are needed, but he will not make reckless moves.
Although Amon’s strength is strong, it does not mean that its agility is equally high. As long as the weapon is sharp, the knife is accurate, coupled with the agility of the figure, and the control of its physical weakness, it can basically be defeated without injury. Amon.
Ask yourself, as an agile warrior, you can actually have the power to compete with Amon. Thinking about it, I'm a little excited~
After evading more than twenty attacks, Yamon's body was already dripping with blood, dozens of deep or shallow wounds criss-crossed, like a broken eggshell.
An angry and painful roar kept coming from its mouth. The methodical and fierce boxing before it became a mixed version of the ninth set of broadcast gymnastics and Wangbaquan. I was speechless for a while.
I always feel that this Amon is worse than the previous Amon by more than one grade, and it has a taste of turning from a domineering president to a domineering silk.
The previous tyrant grabbing the sky has disappeared, and what is left is the lingering strong smell.
Avoiding the beating of a pair of fists, a knife pierced its chest and penetrated its heart.
Afterwards, the blade stirred and completely stirred the beating heart in the chest cavity into a big hole, and then stepped on it and leaped back with force.
When both feet touch the ground, look at Amon again.
He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound lately, and there was blood flowing from the gaps in the mouthful of sharp teeth. His figure was shaking, like a drunk man who was drunk, constantly staggering and spinning in place.
The eyes slowly lost focus, and then its huge palm grabbed the void in my direction, and finally let out a muffled roar in its bleeding mouth: Moo!
With a bang, he fell to the ground and then turned into black smoke.
Was it defeated so easily?
Is it because I am stronger, or because this one is already weak?
The strengths of the two monsters are quite different, giving me an unreal sense of illusion, and I don't know which one is the real Amon.
"It didn't even burst out of its potential." I squeezed my chin and thought for a while. I always felt that this Amon was a bit weak and unreasonable. Even if I got one level up, there shouldn't be such a big difference.
Bend down and picked up the coin that fell out, and wiped the floating soil on it: it was a copper coin and a silver coin.
Hey, sighed, feeling a little depressed: "I thought it was a gold coin, I'm so happy."
Earn the money and continue to go deeper.
Not far away, I ran into another Amon.
Compared with the weaker one of the previous one, this one seems to be stronger and tougher. Although it has not forced its potential out, it can be considered a more vigorous battle.
I cut it over a hundred knives before I found the opportunity, pierced its throat, and understood its life.
But after it turned into black smoke, it didn't leave me a better impression, because there was only one silver coin lying on the ground alone, less than the previous one.
"Well, forget it, just have a good time." Comforting myself, I went on.
Next, I ran into seven Amons in a row, both strong and weak, but the strongest one was not as strong as the one I encountered at the beginning. I really wonder if the Amon I met at the portal will be this. The outstanding one among the group of Amons, or the elite Amon is also uncertain.
It's just that the number of Amons I have played is too small, and I still don't know what the elite Amons look like.
Sitting on the ground, while eating dry bread, drinking water.
After weighing the money bag, today is not a very developed day, except for the ring that Amon dropped, there is almost no substantial gain.
Don't know how much this ring can sell for?
I thought so in my heart, but I was not willing to sell it. After all, it was the first piece of equipment I hit, and it was very memorable, so I sold it easily...
He sighed: "Forget it, stay, then see who the three of Phoenix, Kajiali, Barbara want, and give it to them."
Looking back, since I met them until now, it seems that I haven't even given them a decent thing. Such myself is really too much!
Once I return late, I will be very worried. It is more sad to see that I am injured than I am. I often like to stick to my side and give me a massage from time to time.
Oh, the more I think about it, the more I feel ashamed that I have done too much!
I can't wait to cover my face and dive into the ground for a while.
After calming down for a while, I finally recovered. I ate all the dry bread, drank water and continued to walk towards the depths of the fifteenth floor full of energy.
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