Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 239: Chapter 126: Will Cyber Jesus Respond to Electronic Buddhists?

Between each breath, what it exhaled wasn’t Heaven and Earth Primordial Power or any air, waste, or anything like that, but rather a flame tainted with Dark Power.

Lu Wenwu suddenly became interested in the Four-headed Chimera, wanting to capture one alive to take back and use to light fires.

Four stove mouths, the firepower looked robust at a glance.

I wonder what flavor chimera-flame-made stuffed egg pancakes would have?

With these random thoughts in his mind, Lu Wenwu unfurled the Demon Dragon Wings behind him, soared from the sky, and leaped directly toward that little hill.

The Hell Three-headed Dogs, with their keen sense of smell, sensed the impending threat and barked wildly at Lu Wenwu.

A large amount of corrosive venom shot out like arrows, transforming into deadly attacks.

Lu Wenwu sneered, took out the earlier Soul Hook and Mourning Stick from his personal backpack, and swung them fiercely with his left hand toward a Hell Three-headed Dog.

The powerful iron hook went straight into the mouth of the middle head, almost choking the dog to death.

Then he gave a fierce pull, his body rising with light, darting effortlessly through the venomous arrows like a nimble arc, passing through layers of obstacles in an instant to reach the ground.

As pack animals by nature, the surrounding six Hell Three-headed Dogs didn’t hesitate, all howling as they charged forward, trying to rescue their companion.

Lu Wenwu laughed heartily, yanked the Soul Hook with his left hand, and the unfortunate dog, which was entirely three meters tall, was forcibly pulled to the ground by this sudden immense strength!

His right hand swung the Mourning Stick, creating a sonic boom, and struck fiercely at the nearest head.

“Boom!”

It’s said that for canines, the head is the hardest part of their body.

But facing the monstrosity that is Lu Wenwu, even the toughest would be useless.

The heavy power, akin to a thousand jins, made the previously lightweight Mourning Stick like the Great Sage Equalling Heaven’s Golden Cudgel, instantly smashing the central head of a Hell Three-headed Dog.

The explosion of its crimson dog eyes spewed out a dark red, lava-like viscous liquid, mixing with the pitch-black venom, splattering everywhere.

Then, leveraging the situation, Lu Wenwu turned and kicked horizontally.

The left leg, empowered by the Demon God Battle Lance, swept across like a giant axe.

Three large dog heads shot into the sky as one Hell Three-headed Dog was completely decapitated by Lu Wenwu’s kick. Now it lay limp on the ground, dead beyond recognition.

Lu Wenwu’s assault didn’t stop.

With a spin, his entire body rose into the air, and he slammed down mightily with his elbow, the hardest part of the human body, carrying the weight and impact of his entire form like an indestructible Warhammer.

“Boom!”

The enormous roar echoed, shaking the entire hill.

Another Hell Three-headed Dog’s central head burst, emitting a painful and sorrowful whimper.

In a flash, among the seven Hell Three-headed Dogs besieging Lu Wenwu, one was dead, one controlled, and two were heavily injured.

These Hell Three-headed Dogs were the unknown generation descendants of the fifty-headed dog Cerberus, the Soul Judge.

Although they still inherited some of their ancestor’s power, they were far from the entity in the Myth capable of matching Heracles.

Even when losing a head, though not dead, a significant reduction in fighting capability was inevitable.

Dogs, as creatures, tend to bully the weak.

They band together, developing a feeling of “we’re amazing” and “we’re invincible” mindset.

Otherwise, why would there be a saying “a dog relies on its master’s power”?

But, once this group is easily crushed by an outsider, especially when the “big boss” of the group is easily obliterated, the remaining dogs immediately cower.

The Hell Three-headed Dogs, beaten so badly by Lu Wenwu they could barely recognize their own kin, clearly fit this description, and immediately put their tails between their legs, whimpering for mercy.

As for that Chimera, which was originally sleeping over there…

Whether it’s due to its nature or some other odd peculiarity, it surrendered even faster than the Hell Three-headed Dogs.

So obsequious it even showed its belly, all four faces pleasingly asking for a pet.

And to think you still have a lion’s head!

No pride of a big cat at all?

Lu Wenwu lost all interest.

The strength of these smuggled creatures was truly too weak.

Although they are considered A-level creatures, fighting them is really just, emmm….

Too weak to be true.

They’re not even as combative as the towering tree giants encountered in the Endless Reincarnation.

Pure paper tigers.

Just look a bit intimidating, but actually downright rubbish.

Now Lu Wenwu highly suspects that these guys were smuggled in to form an underground circus troop.

Skipping regular channels just to pay less tax.

After he took out the Soul-Binding Chain, binding all these creatures tightly, and cleaning up the corpses, Ju Li had just parked the Paper Boat and came down.

Holding a Spirit Beast Bag, she looked bewildered: “What? This all took less than half a minute? I just parked the boat, and you’ve already solved the problem?”

Lu Wenwu shrugged: “We overestimated them. These may have been bought from a Beast Tamer to perform in a circus, incredibly weak, and surrendered very quickly.”

“Now that you put it that way… it’s not impossible.” Ju Li put these spineless creatures into the Spirit Beast Bag and tossed it casually to Lu Wenwu. “By the way, what’s with you and the shoulder shrugging?”

“Often punching targets much bigger, lifting arms makes the trapezius muscle ache, moving it around feels more comfortable.” Lu Wenwu shrugged harder a few more times, “After all, I’m still a living person, not as convenient as a Ghost Body.”