Abyss Demon of the Worlds

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Looking at the impregnable basement door in front of him, Jim Watts couldn't help but frown deeply.

At this time, after a moderate battle, they, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, had already cleaned up all the cultists guarding around the Colosseum, and found the basement right now.

And this metal door made of special metal has become the biggest problem in front of them.

Due to the narrow terrain and the underground depth of more than ten meters, too many people will get in the way.

Even if several great knights were arranged to smash it with all their strength, there would be no way to cause any damage to it.

Except for a little dust falling from the crack of the door, there was no dent.

Judging from the sound of the hammer hitting, the thickness of this metal door is probably close to ten centimeters, and it is almost impossible to open it violently.

After thinking about it, looking at the dust that was shaken on the ground, he suddenly thought that since it can't be broken, can he just take it down?

So he hurriedly ordered the big knights to replace the hammers, and instead used crowbars and hoes to break open the stone bricks along the edge of the iron gate, and loosen the soil on both sides...

Looking at the constantly rising dust, Ciel glanced at the crowd behind him, and said to Jim Watts in a worried voice, "We are now more than ten meters underground, you are sure that this will not cause tunnel damage. Collapse and bury us all alive?"

Jem, who didn't realize the problem at first, took a deep breath, shook his head and whispered, "...Not sure, but this is the only way, and I can't think of a way to get in in a short time. , I can only hope that when the basement is built, the other party's anti-collapse work is done well enough."

"Depend on!"

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I don't know if it was because the basement was repaired well, or because Jem and the others were lucky.

Until the gate was completely dismantled, although the tunnel had been splashing with dust, Jem Watts' heart was pounding, but there were no major cracks and it was still very stable.

It made Jem Watts and Ciel feel at ease, and silently praised their reliability.

Opening the secret door, they walked forward for a further distance, and along with the sound of chanting an unknown spell, a huge open room entered their eyes.

The most conspicuous of them is a huge altar surrounded by dozens of people in black robes.

Countless blood was flowing on it at this time. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of corpses in the most central position. Judging from the appearance and clothing of the corpses, they should be the slaves that should have been imprisoned in the Colosseum.

Their original destiny should be to die in a duel in the future, but now they are all ahead of schedule.

There were wounds all over their throats.

Judging from the signs of struggle around, they should all be alive when they were bled.

Jim Watts didn't pay much attention to the corpses, but looked at someone standing above and asked inexplicably, "My dear uncle, why do you do such a thing?"

The appearance and clothing of the other party did not make any disguise, unlike other people who covered their face.

And that person was his uncle Richard Woz, a royal family with great reputation and ability.

As far as he knows, this person should have no ambitions, and he belongs to the kind of person who is willing to live a peaceful life without fighting for it.

He was very puzzled: 'Isn't that hiding too deep, hiding it for decades? ’

Facing his question, Richard Woz just showed a gentle smile as usual: "Jem, this is my last hope."

Looking at the smile on his face, Jem thought of a possibility, and asked with a serious look: "...Did you do all this because of Senna?"

The smile on Richard's face disappeared, and he showed a little helplessness instead: "...As expected, I didn't hide it from you.

You know, my daughter, Senna, was born with the same frailty as her mother due to her bloodline problems. I have tried all the methods and I can't cure her. I can even feel her in the past two years. The disease is getting more and more serious. If she doesn't get timely treatment, she may not have a few years to live. She is only eleven years old!

Her mother and I promised to make her grow up healthy like an ordinary person, so even if I rely on demons, I will find a way to cure her. This is my responsibility as a father! "

After listening, Jem opened his mouth and wanted to say something but couldn't find what to say, because he knew that Richard was in a state of ruin now, and he was completely willing to do whatever it took.

But the identity of the other party still made him say the final persuasion:

"You should know very well that demons are creatures, no matter what the book says, they are not doctors... If you give up now, I promise that the current affairs will not have any impact on your life with Senna. ."

"And then? Let me watch my daughter Senna die?"

Shaking his head gently, Richard was not moved at all, he pointed to the successful summoning ceremony on the ground, looked at Jem calmly, and persuaded him in reverse: "Jem, now that the summoning ceremony has started, you can no longer Stop it from happening, and if you go, I will use the power of brief control granted to me by the Summoning Ritual to have the demon heal Senna and then banish him to the rest of the country!

How do you feel about this? "

When Jem Watts heard this, he immediately wanted to say no.

But after thinking about it carefully, I suddenly felt that the other party's words seemed to make sense. Wouldn't it be nice to let the devil go to harm other countries...

Immediately there was a look of hesitation on his face!

This made Safi, who chose to watch quietly, be dumbfounded because he didn't want to intervene in their housework, so he didn't speak.

He really didn't expect this rubbish teammate. In three or two sentences, persuading others did not succeed, but was persuaded by others!

This alliance is like paper!

'If they really want to work together to succeed, wouldn't the people in our church be the ones who were beaten 2 by 1? ’

He hurriedly interjected with a serious look: "His Royal Highness Jem, I don't think demons are so obedient. After all, any history book describes them as cruel and crazy, and it would be a shame to take that kind of lunatic as a target that can be exploited. Some are too irrational, how can there be so many devil disasters if it is so simple?"

As soon as he heard this, Jem immediately thought of Olshaga, and in a trance there was a feeling that the other party was looking at him, which made his scalp tingle.

The shaking on his face turned into firmness in an instant.

That kind of thing is still a big trouble, and one can't stand it. If I really want another one to sway around, Marton is decisively not far from the destruction of the country.

So he shook his head and said in denial: "Uncle Richard, demons are really too dangerous, and the chances of losing control are too great."

For his reply, Richard Woz smiled casually: "That would be a pity."

In the next second, a pale mist filled the altar. A monster with a height of about three meters, a sheep's head, a human body, a snake's tail, and a body covered with black hair slowly emerged from it.

"Familiar world, I, Carla, are back."

Although it was not a familiar language, everyone present still understood what he meant.

Looking at the demon in front of him, Jem didn't know if it was an illusion. Although he could still sense the strength of the other party, he did not feel the powerful despair of Olshaga from the demon in front of him. sense.

After comparing the other party with Olshaga, he simply came to the conclusion: 'There is no Olshaga strong in this one. ’

More than just strength in strength!

Even in appearance and imposing manner, he is incomparable to Orshaga.

Orshaga's body is the kind of look that can make people feel extremely powerful at a glance, just standing there can make people terrified, and the gaze can make the soldiers of a hundred battles fear even more.

Scarlet golden pupils, curved horns, strong body, hideous scales, wide wings, anyone who sees his existence can recognize his identity as a demon at first glance, which perfectly fits people's perception of demons. The imagination made him more like the fear condensed from the fantasy.

The one in front of him is completely different. If he encounters it elsewhere, Jem Watts will probably think that he is some other monster.

It was not clear that someone was slandering him. After the sheep-headed demon came out, he took a deep breath and murmured indulgently: "It's full of the breath of the weak, and it's still my favorite playground."

He didn't let him indulge for too long, and another smell was also noticed by him. He immediately raised his brows and said with dissatisfaction: "Why does it have a smell that makes me sick."

Looking at the smell, it was an old man.

The opponent's strength can only be regarded as a high-level garbage, and Karla did not take him seriously.

Let him care about what the other person is carrying.

Baring his teeth, he said with disgust, "Sacred objects? It's the church of this world again? It's as disgusting as a bedbug. Are you about to find out about that righteous speech?"

The next moment, without letting him wait for a long time, a palm-sized badge was touched by Safi: "Devil, quit this world! Otherwise, the shepherd of the gods I will give you the strongest blow!"

Not caring about Safi's nonsense, the sheep-headed demon spat on the ground with disgust: "Disgusting..."

After that thing was discovered, he felt that the suppressing power of the surrounding world had greatly increased, and the strength that had been suppressed seventy-eight times out of ten was suppressed again.

In his eyes, these shameless little bugs, no matter whether it was hundreds of years ago or now, always use some silly little tricks to lower his level, thus forming a group to beat him.

There is no opponent who can really make him face up to it!

At this moment, although his strength has been lowered to a certain extent, he is not panic at all.

When he was summoned just now, Richard Woz gave him a lot of sacrifices. As long as he ate the sacrifices, his strength would be restored to a part immediately!

At that time, not to mention being able to abuse the little bugs in front of you, at least it will be easy to protect yourself.

Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the position behind him.

The souls of hundreds of sacrifices have been gathered there by him, becoming a condensate of souls that he can easily hold for him to eat!

Reach out and grab.

Did not catch!

I will catch again!

Still haven't caught it!

Looking at the puzzled look not far away, not knowing what she was doing with Safi and others, Carla felt a little embarrassed.

He tilted his head slightly and looked behind the empty eyes.

He thought inexplicably: 'What about Lao Tzu's offerings? ? ’

'What about the big offering? ? ’

And Olshaga, who was lying in the clouds above the Colosseum, shoved the thing he just got into his mouth and chewed it twice before turning his gaze back to Safi and the others with satisfaction.

A priest + a warlock + a careerist + a large group of cannon fodder, this kind of hero lineup is really rare, and he is looking forward to the follow-up development.