I seem to be an evil god

Banda walked in the deserted sewers, and the blind tone of the communication runes never stopped.

Walking alone in the dark, and having to be on guard against possible monsters at all times, Banda still couldn't hide his panic even though he had experienced similar things thousands of times.

Banda was hesitating whether to show his authority. Within the realm of poison, his personal safety could be greatly guaranteed, but the consequences would be the lives of other demon hunters.

The master level is the first stage of contact with authority. Power does not distinguish between friend and foe. Asking a master to control power so as not to hurt his own people is as ridiculous as asking a missile not to injure mosquitoes.

You can only believe in yourself.

This warning from Sisi echoed repeatedly in Banda's mind. The rash use of wide-area sound transmission, a method that might expose himself, was not something Sisi would do.

But Sisi did do this. Does it mean that he has reached the point where he cannot refuse death and can only send a last glance to warn his companions?

Banda's mind is a little confused. From the time he became a demon hunter to now, he has encountered many difficult enemies, and there are also hidden existences that can play tricks on him, but Banda has never felt such confusion.

The enemies are like invisible ghosts, and even corpses can turn into ghosts. There are no clues about the disappearance of eight demon hunters. The communication runes that can theoretically cover the entire kingdom cannot be answered.

It can't be that it was eaten clean by bugs, right?

But it's not quite like it. Huge aliens can indeed swallow a living person whole, but bugs can't. Even if they eat cleanly, they will definitely leave traces.

Banda checked the initial battlefield and was sure that no one died here. Even Jeremy, who fell first, left no trace of death.

The intact stone slab seems to be mocking Banda's experience. There are no traces and no dead bodies. Why has no one responded?

Space spells are impossible. As the laziest element that can be used at present, the space elements disrupted by space spells cannot return to normal for more than ten years. If any space spells are released here, the aftermath will be like clothes. The hickeys under the collar are just as easy to spot.

Incomprehensible experiences, unanswered communications, and alien species that may attack at any time. If he hadn't become a master, Banda couldn't imagine how long he could sustain it.

The others might be dead?

The devil is ready to move in Banda's heart. If he releases the poison field, he can ensure his own safety.

Banda walked expressionlessly and turned a fork in the road. He saw a figure squatting on the ground.

"Who is it! How are the others doing?"

Banda slowed down until he approached, and the squatting figure made no movement. Ten steps away, Banda could clearly see what the figure was doing: painting.

He painted against the muddy corner, using his nails as a paintbrush, and painted regardless of the bleeding and pain.

The person who drew the painting is Spencer. The painting is two human figures stacked on top of each other. The human figures are surrounded by crazy lines, and I don’t know what they are implying.

Banda did not move forward rashly, but used a simple detection spell. Following the spell, Banda saw Spencer's spiritual world, a hazy ball of light covered with a layer of shadow, exiting From the perspective of [Psychic Exploration], Banda shook his head slightly.

His mental trauma was severe, his thoughts were completely confused, and he was no different from a lunatic.

Generally when encountering this kind of situation, the standard procedure for demon hunters is to tie up the chaotic ones, take a temporary break for medical treatment if there are medical professionals, and give up the mission if there are not.

Banda can't do either of these methods. He doesn't know any medical treatment, and he won't give up the mission.

What Banda wanted was the black dragon. His only purpose in entering the sewer was to obtain the research results of the eldest prince. Now that he had just got a few clues, how could he give up halfway?

Bypassing Spencer, Banda continued to move towards the traces left by the Deep Ones. As a master, Banda had the courage to face risks directly, and no other demon hunters could stop him from moving forward.

As time went by, Banda went deep into the sewers. Finally, he came to the place where the sound of water flow came from, the groundwater confluence center in Xicheng District.

Sewage flowing from all directions falls into the main pipe, undergoes simple treatment and is discharged into groundwater, and then flows mixedly to the ocean at a distance of 1,000 or 1,000 meters.

Banda stared at the clear sewage. The large purification circle below kept the water here always clear. Except for the white splash that never disappeared, it was almost impossible to connect it with shit and pee.

Scanning from top to bottom, Banda could see a group of deep divers that were almost hibernating in the deep water. The scales on the bodies of these divers were the same color as the green underwater plants. It was difficult for ordinary professionals to see through them. camouflage.

Taking out the poison bottle, Banda dripped it into the water. He would not go down, even if the sewage below had been purified.

A small area of ​​poison was released, and the special poison bottle also began to be corroded. Just as Banda was introducing the poison, a purple transparent tentacle suddenly appeared behind him and twitched towards him. The tentacle twitched very quickly. Banda He almost didn't have time to react. In a hurry, he could only spread the poison backwards and activate the poison field desperately.

Banda fell into the water, and the toxin field immediately caused everything around him to begin to change. The deep divers sleeping at the bottom of the water died silently, and their temporary struggle before death completely muddied the water.

Banda probably glanced at them and stopped paying attention. The deep divers were not strong, and no matter how many there were, it was meaningless to him.

What really caught Banda's attention was the purple light tentacle above. On the tentacle, Banda saw hope.

Being able to knock this master away with one blow, even a sneak attack, is enough to explain the problem. As long as you follow the traces of the tentacles and return, you will definitely find the secret laboratory of the great prince.

The closer to victory, the calmer Banda became. At this time, he ignored his psychological disgust and hurriedly arranged in the water.

He needed a toxin that was strong enough but not fatal enough to damage the tentacles enough to make them run away, but not kill the tentacles directly.

Just as Banda was mixing the toxins in the surrounding waters, his ankle suddenly sank. Banda looked down in panic, only to see a pimpled fish-man-shaped face, and the deep diver's claws were deeply pulled in. on his ankles, and quickly pulled Banda down.

Banda kicked hard into the water, and his master-level strength caused him to kick out huge air pockets in the water with each kick, as if a bomb exploded in the water. The pimple-faced deep diver was kicked three times in a row and was directly kicked into minced meat.

Banda emerged from the water and looked at the turbid bottom. The deep divers he thought had been poisoned long ago were rushing towards him one after another, each carrying a newly evolved poison sac.

die!

Seeing that these deep divers seemed to have a tendency to absorb poison and evolve, Banda no longer held back. The blue alienated scorpion venom spread in the water, and the deep divers died in large numbers. Not even corpses were left in the waters corroded by the scorpion poison.

"Bah bang bang."

Amidst the sound of the falling water, the clapping was so small that it was inaudible, but in Banda's ears, it was like thunder!

"who!"

Above the pipeline, Liu Dao showed his figure openly.

"Master Banda, it seems that ordinary methods cannot solve you."

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