At the same time, Fang Xingyang saw an unexpected red dot appear on his "personal page".

Entering to check, all the attributes of his body are the same as before, except for the appearance of a buff that he has never had before——

[Guardian of the Lost Kingdom: A steady stream of recovery power is acting on you, and your own recovery speed increases by 27000%]

Fang Xingyang was shocked by the incredible number. Then, the tired cry of the dark elf came from the bright spot:

"Come on! I can't hold on any longer..."

The voice seemed to be only one step away from him, but the dark elf's voice sounded painful as if it was being restrained by something.

Fang Xingyang rushed to her side and saw the dark elf floating in the air. She was holding something like a jade pendant in her hand, and her body was emitting a faint fluorescence, as if she was performing some kind of magic.

"Let's go! Come with me, I can't lose you again this time!"

Fang Xingyang shouted, hugged her down, and looked at the shattered building behind him.

It looked like no one was living here, and the furnishings in the room were covered in a layer of dust.

Fang Xingyang hugged the dark elf and fled towards the inside of the building.

Behind him, the two rings seemed to have lost their target, and the chaotic sounds temporarily stopped. Fang Xingyang hugged the dark elf and ran all the way to a locked wooden door.

Fang Xingyang kicked down, and the entire wooden door was kicked off the door frame, causing dust to fly all over the room.

But what came to his ears was a familiar low roar.

Before the dust dispersed, a thick black tentacle pulled out in his direction from the front.

He hid behind the wall, and his tentacles hit the wall, causing a shaking like an earthquake.

"Damn it, what on earth is this thing? The system is huge, is there any way to kill this thing?"

Fang Xingyang asked while holding the dark elf and leaning against the wall, sweating profusely.

But what was rare was that the system didn't answer him.

Apart from the dust in front of Fang Xingyang's eyes, the only thing left was the countdown with less than nine minutes left.

"Good brother... I'm so cold. I don't want to fight anymore. Can you take me away?"

In Fang Xingyang's arms, the dark elf curled up into a small ball and said shiveringly.

"Okay! Okay, don't be afraid, you will get better soon. Just hold on with me for eight minutes. Although I don't know what will happen in eight minutes, but it will definitely get better!"

Fang Xingyang said in a panic, and subconsciously leaned a little closer to the corner.

Around him, there were sounds of buildings being violently destroyed one after another, and large pieces of building debris began to fall from Fang Xingyang's head.

Even the wall behind him shattered in half under his gaze.

The dark elf seemed to have exerted too much physical energy just now. At this time, he shrank in his arms and felt as if his spine had been ripped out. He kept trying to slip down from the gap in his arms.

Fang Xingyang simply carried her on his shoulder, and pressed his free hand on the soul lamp.

The protective soul fire spread from the soul lamp protected him and the dark elves.

The next second, with a terrifying roar, the outer wall of the building behind them collapsed, and Fang Xingyang was completely crushed by the collapsed outer wall.

The soul fire of the soul lamp mainly has an advantage in magic attacks. In the face of such heavy building fragments, the protective effect of the soul fire is not outstanding.

Fang Xingyang's leg was pinned down by a huge building debris, and the dark elf slipped from his shoulder. Fortunately, he was not injured.

But a heartbreaking scream suddenly came from under Fang Xingyang's pressed leg.

It's that pellet shooter that's always in his pocket.

[Ding——Warning! Your [exclusive partner·pellet thrower] is fatally injured! 】

[Ding—The current remaining [Equipment Advancement Points]*1, upgrade it or use healing magic to avoid its death!]

The system's second wave of broadcasts was like a thunderbolt that hit Fang Xingyang for a long time before he could recover.

From the moment the wall collapsed, the screams in his leg pockets never stopped, making Fang Xingyang's heart feel as if there was a claw squeezing it hard.

After getting that few equipment upgrade points, he was still struggling between the few props that could increase the power at first.

Amplified weapons can greatly increase attack, and amplified bullet bags can greatly improve the combat experience...

What about this little thing called amplification? He just felt that it felt like a development game, but he had never really thought about it in this aspect.

But now, does the system mean that if he doesn't increase it, will this little thing die?

Fang Xingyang never considered this, he just thought that if he kept this little thing in his pocket, it would always be safe...

But in this situation, he can't even protect himself!

The whereabouts of the store manager and the sorcerer are unknown, and the dark elf is exhausted to save him. There are still more than five minutes left in the countdown...

The destroyed building seemed to make the two rings lose their target for a while, giving Fang Xingyang time to push away the building fragments.

The fragments were pushed away, and the little thing that wanted to get out of his pocket was already hanging on the side of the pocket as if it had lost its strength, looking at him dying.

Those eyes that are as vivid as wood carvings are full of desire for life...

"Okay, I'll advance it for you. Since you wanted to save me before..."

Fang Xingyang muttered, raised his hand and touched the pellet shooter's head.

[Ding - You have used [Equipment Advancement Points] on [Exclusive Partner·Pellet Shooter], and the Projectile Shooter has been advanced! 】

As the system broadcast, a bright light appeared on his hand and spread towards the projectile shooter.

The brightness of the light was so high that it even surpassed the layer of protective soul fire on the surface of his body.

The projectile shooter was gradually enveloped by the bright light from his hand, and some data about this little thing also changed dramatically:

[[Exclusive Partner·Pellet Thrower] (can be renamed, can be increased)]

【Level:11】

[Race: Exclusive·mutated plant]

[Combat power: 90]

[Swift: 80]

[Intelligence: 13]

[Status: Pain, Doubt, Recovery]

[Ability: Telepathy: After advanced, it has the ability to communicate with your mind. You can establish a mind connection with it at any time, observe the battlefield from its perspective, and communicate with it through the mind connection; Life Bond: The exclusive partner will

It will inherit your health by a percentage, and its health will be greatly increased, and the therapeutic effect of the treatment you give it will increase by 300%; battlefield incentive: when you attack the same enemy together, the damage you cause will be increased by 15%, and the damage caused by your exclusive partner will be increased by 300%.

200% improvement]

[Introduction: Your exclusive combat partner.]

"E---"

The little thing seemed to come alive, screaming and crawling along his arm.

Finally, this little thing stood on his shoulder and (*≧▽≦) rubbed his face.

Fang Xingyang smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay... you don't need to thank me. I will naturally improve the gun and bullet bag after using them for a long time, so I will give you this opportunity."

He said and touched the little guy's head with his fingers.

Ahead, another wall collapsed, and the building they were in shook violently.

The first floor of the two-story building was about to be torn apart by the two tentacles. Fang Xingyang came to his senses, picked up the dark elf and ran away. Behind them, the broken building collapsed.

Back on the street, there were fierce explosions echoing in another street not far away. It should be that the sorcerer was still fighting the body of the Chaos Undead.

Fang Xingyang looked back and saw that the two tentacles that were chasing him seemed to be buried beneath the debris of the collapsed building, and fell silent for the time being.

And the countdown issued to him by the system only had the last three minutes left. He decided to go back if he could help the sorcerer.

Even if he can't help, he can still share some of the firepower, allowing the witchcraft master to perform better output.

Well, let’s do it!

Thinking about it, Fang Xingyang hugged the dark elf and ran towards the direction of the loud noise.

On his shoulder, the projectile shooter seemed to be very angry, and suddenly said "Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A projectile filled with energy emerged from the small basket and was thrown towards the ruins of the building behind them.

boom……
Chapter completed!