Dark Demon Warlock

Moore Lane had just returned from the sea, and when he noticed something was wrong here, he hurried over.

Art's cries for help and Jimmy Thomson's shouts were not heard.

Compared with the fleeing intruder, he chose to check on Art's condition first.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the tiny arm that "grows" on Yate's arm.

As Claire Lane's elder brother, of course he knew what it was, and his expression sank.

In his view, the probability of an attack of this intensity targeting Yate is very low.

"An indiscriminate disaster." Yate shook his head and asked, "How do you take this back?"

He was also at the end of his battle just now.

With that arm movement, all his mana was drained!

Luckily the 3 guys were scared away by his bravado.

However, he didn't know how to retract this arm.

The one-time imprint disappeared after he activated it.

I have to wonder if Claire Lane expected him to be in danger today, so he gave him such a mark.

"Wait for Claire to come." Moore Lane calmly distanced himself from him and looked at Jim Thomson.

The latter tells the story of what happened.

However, he was also confused and did not understand clearly.

"Let me explain." Art came to the guy's body, squatted down, rummaged through it, and said again and again, "This guy is the werewolf who ran out of the laboratory. I saw it when he killed someone a few nights ago. The patrol came and scared him away. Today is the second time we met, and I didn’t recognize him at first.”

Moore Lane pretended not to see him.

Combining the narratives of the two, the same speculation as Arter was made.

When this guy came out of the laboratory, his mind might have been twisted. There was no indiscriminate killing in the past few months, not because of conscience, but because of fear of being caught.

Today, he was brought to the pier by members of the William family, and he found his aura by accident, so he wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone.

It can be said to be an accident.

Art quickly dug out a wallet and stuffed it into himself...it couldn't fit in his pocket!

He didn't wear a jacket, only had two trouser pockets, and it was barely enough to stuff four wallets.

And his own wallet.

I can only hold it in my hands helplessly.

"Major Ryan, can you help me prepare something?" Prepare to confess something.

"You say." Moore Lane also wanted to make up for it.

In any case, he was frightened by himself.

"Ceremonial candles, black goat's head..." Art reported a series of props needed for the devil's contract.

It is so cumbersome at the low level, every time you need to arrange a ceremony.

After the rank is up, there is no need to be so troublesome. It is only necessary to arrange a ceremony when calling for the first time. After the contract is reached, it can be summoned at any time in various simple ways.

It's just that he is not a serious demon warlock, and he doesn't think much of this level of combat power, and he always wants to use it to acquire equipment and props.

I just realized today that it would be good to find cannon fodder!

The three werewolves of William's family have already become enemies. I don't know if there will be a follow-up. We must prepare early.

"It is illegal to hold a summoning ceremony privately." Moore Ryan was not surprised.

As early as when investigating his information, it was discovered that he had been secretly buying such items.

"My profession is a demon warlock." Art said.

There was no need to hide from Jim Thompson, he must have run the errands in the end.

"Demon Warlock?" This was beyond Moore Ryan's expectations.

I always thought he was an enhancement class!

"Your surname isn't Byron, is it?" Moore Ryan immediately thought that the profession of a demon warlock belongs to blood inheritance, and the family surname should not be unknown.

"Tavier, a family that has fallen, I was awakened by luck." Art said very readily.

Although Moore Ryan's occupation is still unclear, it has been determined that he is not a wizard occupation, and he is basically not interested in the blood of the Tavel family.

Who would be interested in a family blood that has not had a professional for 5 consecutive generations?

Except for those research lunatics.

"Tavel?" Moore Ryan thought for a while, and found that there was no information related to this surname in his memory.

"Let Jim buy it for you." Sure enough, he agreed.

The laws of this era do not have much binding force on people like them, and they are only used when protecting their own rights and interests.

"What happened?"

Carlisle Lane was long overdue.

"Ms. Ryan, thank you." Art stepped forward and thanked him for saving his life.

No matter what her purpose is, without her imprint, I'm afraid it will be bad luck.

Not to mention the time issue of returning to the city scroll, he didn't bring it with him at all.

I didn't expect to encounter danger here.

"Don't worry about her, if you can't hold her back, she will go back by herself." Claire Lane nodded slightly, glanced at the "arm", and said with disgust.

"Her?" Art was keenly aware of her choice of words.

However, just pretend not to hear it.

"Don't worry, it will be soon." It seemed that Yate would despise this ugly arm as much as himself, so Claire Lane comforted him again.

"Yes." Art responded vaguely, and looked at Moore Lane: "Major Lane, leave this guy's body to me."

He didn't lie, he was indeed going to use the werewolf's body as a sacrifice.

There is no psychological pressure on a person who wants to kill himself.

"Yes." Moore Ryan didn't ask much.

The profession of Demon Warlock doesn't have a very good reputation.

"I've prepared the ingredients for dinner." Before he went to sea, he prepared the ingredients himself.

Caught a 1.5-meter red-tailed trevally.

This is a low-grade extraordinary fish with particularly delicious meat.

Art made 3 servings of sweet and sour fish with it.

After only a few minutes, the arm disappeared without affecting his cooking.

Carlisle Lane likes sweet and sour fish, and he can't get enough of it.

Art also took a few bites.

Very good!

Not long after eating, a warm breath emanated from the stomach.

Unfortunately, this fish lives in the open sea.

Moore Ryan and Carlisle Ryan still left after eating.

The latter left another mark on him.

It made him nervous, worried that he would be in danger again tomorrow.

After the dead of night, immediately began to arrange the ceremony.

In order to bridge the gap that might arise, Jim Thomson helped him get all the props ready that night.

Art specifically asked the price of the candle.

It's half the price he bought it for!

That old man really hated him!

The sacrifice of this ceremony is the corpse of a werewolf, and it is ready to summon a relatively powerful demon.

Demons at this level are only relatively powerful, as long as they accept the contract, they don't have to worry about hurting themselves. Violating the contract and taking advantage of the loopholes in the contract can only be done by powerful demons with names and surnames.

The process is already familiar.

However, when screening, he suddenly found a few more different "stars".

He glanced at it with an attitude of multiple choices.

Then an electric feeling emerged, which almost caused the ceremony to fail!

Werewolf change!

Transfiguration!

Firestorm!

crow!

Poisonous flower vine!

5 more level-1 skills for druids!