Chapter 370

At this time, the heradique square above Abel's right arm began to flash a dark golden light, and a huge suction was generated. The air of pollution had just rushed into his soul, but it had not started to pollute. As well as the air of pollution in the countess's body, it was sucked in by heradique square.

With a long sigh of relief, Abel felt that the soul contract had been signed successfully. This was the first time he was attacked because of the signing of the contract, and also let him know the risk of signing the contract.

"Master, I didn't know that would happen!" Said the countess, bowing in alarm.

"It's none of your business. I underestimated the power of hell!" When Abel thought of the consequences of the pollution of his soul, he was afraid.

Abel, for the first time, signed a contract with a real intelligent life, at least a human being before he became a dark gold boss. Because this contract is prepared for mounts, there are almost no two words in the contract, that is, he agrees with all the requirements of his master.

"What's your real name?" Abel suddenly thought of calling her Countess all the time. She was OK in the dark world. But when she went to the Holy Land and asked a woman named Countess to be a housekeeper, it would drive the aristocrat crazy.

"Master, my real name is Bartoli!" The countess's eyes were very clear. It seemed that after the pollution had been removed, she had changed a lot.

"Well, I'll call you Bartoli later!" Abel nodded.

"Master, in this box are the rewards that can be obtained by defeating me. Take it if necessary!" Said Bartoli, pointing to a box by her side.

"What's in it?" Abel looked at the box curiously. This is the legendary treasure box of hell guarded by the countess.

"I don't know, because I can't open it, but when the heaven and hell experimenters are in, every time after killing me, the treasure chest will refresh items randomly, but as hell left the world, I don't know what happened to the items in it!" Bartoli explained softly.

Abel squatted down and looked at the treasure chest. The chest was unlocked. When his hand touched the chest, it automatically bounced open, and there were several items in it.

First of all, a staff. He threw the staff into the heradique square. Abe could not help but open his mouth, and his surprised expression was completely written on his face.

In the heradric square, the attributes of the staff are shown as his mental power focuses on the staff.

Combat staff

two hand damage: 6-14

durability: 46-46

+ 15% increased damage

+ 3 increased fire

+ 3 increased fireball

+ 3 warmed

increased upper limit of durability by 15%

+ 50% damage to undead

grooved (2)

< br This is the best material for making leaf staff.

Will the rune made by him affect To the effect of runic weapon, but he can only use the runic made by himself to make runic language, because runic language is also a very rare object in the dark world.

The second item is a rune. Abel can't remember the number of the figure on the rune, but he knows that it must be a very advanced rune. He throws the rune into the heradic square, which gives an appraisal result.

Rune: pool21 Chen

+ 30% enhanced defense

Abel doubted that this infernal treasure chest was based on the time it was opened to gather energy to upgrade its equipment, or how could such advanced 21 Chen Rune appear.

When Abel was about to reach for the third item, he found that it had decayed over time. It was a cloth armor. From the broken part, we can see that it was a white equipment without attributes. Maybe it was also the reason why the cloth armor decayed over time.

There are no other items in hell's treasure chest, but Abel is very satisfied with it. Both the two hole staff and Poole's Rune are rare items, especially the two hole staff, which is the best Rune material to improve strength.

Abel put away his staff and rune and looked around the empty room. It's hard to imagine how Bartoli lived here for so many years.

"Bartoli, get out of here!" Abel also understood at this time that as a hell creature with a divine mind, he had been living in such an environment, and he could imagine how hard the life was, which might be the reason why Bartoli had to leave even if he risked his death."Yes, master!" At this time, Bartoli's face has been cleaned up because of the pollution, and her face color has returned to the normal human ruddy color. Now she is going to walk out of the dungeon where she has been locked for thousands of years, and her voice is shaking.

Abel rode the black wind out of the open room. He didn't know how excited Bartoli was. She approached the seemingly ordinary door carefully.

Although she is the leader of the forgotten tower, she has never walked out of this room, because the rules made by hell do not allow her to walk out of this room. She has been guarding the hell treasure box in this room, killed and resurrected by one experimenter after another, and then killed. It seems that there will never be an end.

Now Bartoli has felt that the spirit of hell in her body has completely disappeared, and her soul seems to have been washed away, never so clear, even the hatred in her heart for many years has been washed away.

There is no hatred, no siege, no constant erosion of the hellish pollution. Now Bartoli, the countess, feels a new life. Now she can walk out of the door as long as she takes a step.

This door is like a curse. The door that hasn't walked out in tens of thousands of years is like a shackle on her. Every step closer, Bartoli's face will show fear. It seems that she remembers the punishment she received when she was just locked here by hell and tried to leave for many times, which is the punishment for the soul.

When Bartoli's left foot stepped out of the door, she couldn't help but fall outside the door and cry loudly. She cried wildly, forgetting her once count status and the underworld gold boss status. She seemed to want to pour out all the grievances and sorrows of tens of thousands of years.

Heifeng stops, Abel quietly looks at the lady in the colorful clothes lying on the ground crying like a child. He doesn't come forward to comfort her. Maybe it's a good thing for Bartoli to let her vent her emotions at the moment.

Bartoli sobbed and stood up. She didn't take care of the dust on her body and the tears on her face. For her before, even tears were luxury. At this time, she looked at Abel gratefully, bowed 90 degrees, and gave a half salute.

"Bartoli, let's go!" Abel half bowed and said softly.

"Yes, master!" It seems that Bartoli's voice is very light because of the catharsis of her emotions, just like a new person.

As she passed the hall, Bartoli looked at the huge iron pot with blood. There seemed to be a little fluctuation in her eyes. The blood of the first son that she was blamed for now seemed so funny. It was because of these that she lost everything.

Bartoli 's hands flashed with fire, and a fire wall appeared in her hands. Looking at the blood evaporating from the fire, she murmured: "farewell, there will be no countess in the world, only the housekeeper Bartoli!"

In the light of the fire, Bartoli's face appeared a smile that had never been seen before. The smile was childlike and pure. She turned to Abel and said, "master, I will guide you!"

Bartoli stepped on the steps to enter the fourth floor. Just as she stepped into the fourth floor and stepped on the ground, she heard the constant shouts from everywhere.

The black wind carries Abel to the fourth floor. He hears the voice and the face change. These are the cries of the little devil. But he has never heard that the little devil would call it. It seems that there is a great hatred in the voice.

Then the little demons poured out of the rooms. Fortunately, when Abe came in, he had cleaned up most of the little demons. There were only 200 little demons in total, but there were new ones running from the rooms to join the little demons who rushed to Abe.

Abel's left hand holds the great sword of victory, and his right hand's "charge bomb" spell is activated. All summoned items start to rush forward to meet the little devil.