I seem to be an evil god

Early the next morning, Liu Dao and the other three were eating a roasted rabbit around the charcoal fire. Liu Dao's eating was relatively extensive. He stuck out a rabbit leg and started gnawing wildly, with oil stars splashing everywhere.

Uris and Diesel ate the rabbit meat in silence, chewing the bloodshot strips of meat bit by bit. Even though the pieces of meat had turned into minced meat, they were still chewing them mechanically.

"You two should eat more, this rabbit is quite delicious."

Liu Dao grinned at Diesel. The bald man silently took the piece of meat in his hand, threw it into his mouth and started chewing it mechanically. It didn't look like he was eating roasted rabbit meat, but rather like eating it. Gnaw bark.

"Gaia, yesterday I..."

Diesel was interrupted by Uris as soon as he started speaking. The old demon hunter took over the words rudely, completely ignoring what Diesel was saying.

"Gaia, we are going to face a swarm of demons today. Under such circumstances, we really are not in the mood to eat."

Liu Dao glanced at the nervous Yuris with a smile. Diesel also returned to silence at this moment. A strange atmosphere lingered in the camp, and the morning mist quietly filled the air.

"Okay, let's stop eating. Let's go find the magic clam group. It's better to complete the tasks assigned by the guild as soon as possible."

Do you really still need to care about the guild's missions?

Diesel looked at Liu Dao who was walking in front in silence. The news conveyed by the guild kept him awake all night. When he and Liu Dao handed over the shift yesterday, he almost couldn't hold it back. If it weren't for You who was watching from the side. Reese deliberately made noise, and there would be no safe dinner party for three people this morning.

"Yuris, what method did you use to transform your bloodline system? Do you have any specific requirements for the magic clam?"

"Yes, I don't ask for much, as long as the skin is relatively intact, Gaia, look..."

Liu Dao and Uris were discussing the specific requirements of the mission, and Diesel followed them silently. Diesel should have been the most enthusiastic about the mission, but the three of them ignored his unusual silence.

The white mist in the swamp is thicker than outside, and it is difficult to see anything beyond 10 meters. This kind of weather is not suitable for entering the swamp, at least until the sun rises.

But Yuris, a demon hunter who has been in the industry for decades, moved forward silently, Diesel also followed silently, and finally Liu Dao made a suggestion.

"With such thick fog, it is too dangerous to enter the swamp. Why don't we wait until the sun rises? At least then the visibility will be higher."

"Are you still afraid of these fogs? Time is so tight, so this danger is nothing."

Diesel suddenly spoke, and Liu Dao glanced at him in surprise, and replied with a smile: "What are you talking about? I am just a high-level professional. The swamp in the fog is much more dangerous. Besides, we are not lacking." Isn’t it time?”

"Really? No shortage of time? Gaia Slanka, from the guild..."

Old Yuris, who was listening attentively, changed his expression, stepped sideways between Liu Dao and Diesel, and raised his voice to block Diesel's words.

"The guild's trials are about to begin. It's normal for Diesel to be a little anxious. Even though he has been promoted to a senior professional, the results of the trials are still unknown."

Diesel, who was behind Uris, raised his head and looked at Uris. After a fierce confrontation between their eyes, Diesel finally retreated silently.

During the two or three seconds when the two looked at each other, Liu Dao stood aside and looked at them expressionlessly. He neither spoke nor made any other unnecessary movements. He was just like an audience, enjoying and immersed in a wonderful drama. the audience among them.

When Yuris turned around, Liu Dao had a questioning look on his face. He asked Yuris curiously, "What is the year-end selection competition you are talking about? Why haven't I heard anyone else say it?"

"Don't you know? The mid-year selection competition is a lifelong event for every demon hunter. Many demon hunters have been training for several years just for this competition."

"Oh, can you tell me more about it?" Liu Dao approached Yuris respectfully, "I came to the guild not long ago and know nothing about this trial."

Liu Dao's actions made Diesel nervous. He subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his body sank slightly, and he unconsciously began to use the inner energy in his Dantian.

"Speaking of the selection competition, this is an event with a long history. I remember when this competition started? It seems to be..."

Old Yuris began to introduce incessantly, and Liu Dao also listened respectfully. The two of them were completely untouched by Diesel, whose power fluctuated violently behind his body, as if there wasn't someone behind them who could overturn the earth at any time with a punch. Like a tyrannical professional who can smash them to pieces with one kick.

Diesel stared at Liu Dao with dangerous eyes. At this moment, a heavy palm suddenly rested on his shoulder. Diesel immediately turned around and found that it was Liu Dao's undead summons.

With the help of the early morning sunlight, Diesel could see clearly the appearance of the other party. He was an old man with strong muscles and white hair. Although the other party had become the control of Gaia, his invincible eyes were still there. sharp.

It stands to reason that an old man with this kind of temperament should have experienced hundreds of battles, but Diesel couldn't find any obvious scars on his body, and even felt that the other person's skin was as white and smooth as a noble.

The flesh and blood art of the Necromancer... Diesel sighed secretly in his heart and cast a resentful look at Liu Dao.

It must be painful for you to insult a soldier like this and have all the scars on your body wiped away, right?

Two gleams of light suddenly appeared in Diesel's eyes, and he asked me to free you and let you be buried in the earth as a warrior.

While the two people in front were boasting, Diesel, who had fallen into fantasy, had already begun to take action against the 'summons of the dead'. Earthy yellow light lingered on his arms, and small stones on the ground floated with his movements. gas.

The old demon woke up and took photos, Shanlan Gang Fist.

Diesel silently shouted in his heart, and the advanced skills exchanged from the Appraisal Department were running at full strength. The power of the earth gathered between his palms, and the energy emanating from his body formed a mountain-like shadow behind him.

Let me free you, nameless strong man, this is my last respect for a warrior.

Diesel prayed silently in his heart, and the fists in his hands gathered great strength. The gravel on the ground charged with his punches, like soldiers obeying the general's orders.

Sink into the earth, this will be your grave!

Boom.

Yuris and Liu Dao, who were talking, looked back and saw Diesel punching Liu Dao's summons with a solemn face, while Liu Dao's summons stared at Diesel inexplicably. The two sides maintained this strange situation. His movements were motionless.

Liu Dao looked at the subtle scene in the field and suddenly gave a playful smile...