Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Maintaining the posture of falling to the ground, Chen Mo suddenly felt a little chill all over.

Obviously the strength value has reached 10 points, but he suddenly felt that the long sword held in his right hand was so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all.

"Listen well, Chen Mojun... the dungeon is not a place to play games. From the moment you step into the dungeon, you will be watched by monsters. They will continue to be born from the dungeon. Don't be afraid. Suffering, not afraid of death, going on and on just to take the lives of adventurers..."

Before leaving, Hestia's advice resurfaced in Chen Mo's mind again, which made him feel particularly deep.

Fighting, death... This is the eternal theme of the dungeon.

As for the encounters... Those who choose to become adventurers in order to pursue these things, most of them have become dead souls wandering in the dungeon.

Only those who have already made up their minds are qualified to survive here.

"Gollum—"

Just when Chen Mo was in a trance, the ground under his feet suddenly changed.

The original hard rocky ground became like a swamp, swallowing the goblin's corpse in an instant, and even the blood spattered on the ground disappeared without a trace.

If Chen Mo wasn't still stained with the goblin's blood, no one would be able to tell that a battle just happened here, right?

The dead who lost the battle did not even have the right to leave their bodies behind.

This is the true face of dungeon cruelty.

Trembling and letting out a mouthful of turbid air, Chen Mo climbed up from the ground leaning on his sword.

Although he successfully killed the goblin, he is still in the dungeon, so it is not time to rest.

Moreover, I couldn't tell if it was intuition or something else, but Chen Mo felt like he was being watched by something.

"—Grunt!"

Just as Chen Mo stood firm, the cave wall in front of him suddenly squirmed, and several groups of black shadows fell out of it, turning into humanoid creatures.

Old Demon...

Like goblins, they belong to the weakest level of monsters in the dungeon.

This time Chen Mo didn't hesitate any more, slowly raised the blade with his right hand, and then rushed towards these monsters.

"jijijiji!"

Although these Earth Demons had just been born from the dungeon, killing had already become their instinct. Therefore, facing Chen Mo's attack, they raised their sharp hands without hesitation and screamed to meet them.

"Go to hell... monster!"

The ugly and ferocious face of the Old Demon was reflected in the pupils, and Chen Mo swung the sword in his hand without hesitation.

Although he doesn't understand the essentials of fighting at all, the gap brought by 10 points in all attributes is huge. Regardless of speed, strength, or reaction speed determined by mental power, Chen Mo is invincible, so he just swung his sword indiscriminately. However, every time the blade falls, it can take away the life of an old devil.

The dark sword light kept flickering in the cave on the second floor of the dungeon. Every time Chen Mo swung his sword, his movements would become more concise and standard than the last time.

Passive skill [One-handed Sword] Lv.1: The ability to comprehend sword skills has increased slightly, and one-handed sword can be used proficiently;

When holding a sword, the overall attribute is slightly increased, and the combat intuition is slightly enhanced.

Talented passive skill [Sword Bone]: Condenses the sword bone with the sword intent, and the sense of the sword is greatly improved when holding the sword.

While Chen Mo was unconscious, the two passive skills he possessed had begun to take effect, continuously improving his basic sword skills, making his movements of swinging the sword gradually sharper, and no longer loose and random like a layman. waving.

The most intuitive effect brought about by the improvement of basic sword skills is that Chen Mo's efficiency in slashing and killing monsters is getting higher and higher. From the beginning, relying on brute force with one sword, he can already do chopping, stabbing, etc. The combination of various movements formed a somewhat crude prototype of sword skills. With one swing of the sword, two or three monsters were killed by him.

And as Chen Mo continued to kill, the speed at which the blood gushed out from the monster's body even surpassed the speed at which the dungeon swallowed it. The blood plasma that the dungeon had no time to absorb was like paint on the cave wall, turning the original blue blood The cave was abruptly dyed a dull scarlet.

"Buzz!"

Killed the monster in front of him again, at this moment, a cold feeling suddenly rose from behind, Chen Mo almost didn't even think about it, turned around and stabbed out with a sword.

"Gu..."

The pitch-black long sword pierced through the goblin's thick and short neck without any sense of stagnation. Pink blood foam mixed with the air continued to emerge from the wound pierced by the blade, and he was still trying to die with cold eyes. Chen Mo directly pulled the blade horizontally.

"puff--"

The strong blood pressure directly sent the goblin's ugly little head flying into the air.

Withdrawing the long sword, Chen Mo let the warm and smelly blood of the Goblin splash on his body. Chen Mo turned to look at the second-floor dungeon cave that had been turned into a blood hell by his own hands. Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the back of his mind. the sound of.

It was as if something had been broken and shattered.

The next moment, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the third floor of the dungeon...

Chapter 8 Broken chains

On the third floor of the dungeon, the originally silent cave suddenly became agitated.

The stone walls on both sides rolled violently like liquid, sending monsters one by one into the cave continuously.

And the newly born monsters let out an angry roar as soon as they landed, and then frantically gathered in one direction.

Surrounded by monsters, the cold black sword shadow flickered back and forth non-stop. Every time the sword shadow passed by, it would bring up a large splash of blood and send several monsters back to the place in the dungeon at the same time. In the arms.

Since stepping into the third floor, Chen Mo has been swinging his sword continuously for more than an hour. Even with his ten-point stamina and physique, plus the attribute bonus brought by the [One-Handed Sword] skill, he still feels a little tired at the moment Now, when the blade tore apart the monster's body, it obviously became a lot slower, and it was no longer as smooth as before.

However, contrary to Chen Mo's state, the dungeon seems to be tireless, still quickly creating various low-level monsters, and then throwing them into this flesh-and-blood battlefield.