I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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Harris reached out and pressed against the window, watching the hunters hurriedly transporting the corpses below. In this narrow space, there is a rotten and damp stench everywhere. There was dark green water flowing in the corner ditch, and there were rat corpses, bones, blood foam, and some unidentified objects floating. On the ground, there were sticky drag bloodstains and broken limbs everywhere. The hunters were busy processing them. The completely rotten and spoiled "leftovers" were thrown into the sewers, and those with fresh blood and water were fed to the hounds. The hounds barked and roared one after another, biting horribly. These hounds, who were full of human flesh, had blood-red light in their eyes, and the drool was constantly dripping from their jagged fangs, and the aura they exuded was extremely terrifying. The hunters who are still here, and the people who are feeding these hounds, are no different from beasts. After injecting filthy blood that exceeded the threshold many times, he used the method obtained from the black wizard of the Red Sect to forcibly stay awake. Their bodies and spirits were twisted together. Under the thick clothes and bandages, long and rough hairs grew out of the bodies that were huddled like beasts. The dim-yellow Zeng Tong was full of confusion and might lose his mind at any time. In a certain sense From the above, there are no humans here anymore. Among the hatching instruments above, the magic mirror egg that was as crystal clear as a gem at the beginning has turned into a crystal flower blooming from the center, and the middle is like a smooth arc. The mirror surface, and the surrounding crystals and in the gaps are bloated and spreading flesh and blood. Below the hatching instrument is a huge "altar". The blood-covered ground is engraved with a magic circle that ignites the firewood of life, and all the corpses are centrally processed here. This "altar" is like a huge fire pit, put fuel into it, and it burns roaringly...until it provides enough energy for the hatching of the magic mirror eggs.

"It's almost... it's too soon. Harris is obsessed and fanatical looking at the hatching instrument in the air. He can already feel the wave ether that is constantly emitting from the egg of the magic mirror, spreading out in circles. , was blocked by the engraved magic circle around, and reconvened, the entire space was shaking slightly, like a heartbeat. "How beautiful, it won't be long before the sleeves will come.

Harris' eyes moved upwards, staring at the rough concrete dome's icy gaze with a gleam of resentment. Further up is the ground of Nuojin. The cavalry of the Mystic Tower are still chasing after them. From the death of Murphy, the situation of the White Wolf and the Red Sect took a turn for the worse. -In the beginning, they could still rely on the information gap of the Nuojin structure, but with the efficient operation of the Mystery Tower and the carpet-like search, they can only be called surviving now. The white wolf had to disperse its stronghold and move it underground, running around like a real gutter rat. But the situation of the white wolf hunters is more optimistic than that of the black wizards of the red religion. Although the black wizards without a leader were not a sect before, they just had the slogan "advocating blood", but because of Murphy's powerful rule, they are almost no different from sects. Their core is and now Murphy - death, the most important thing The psychological support collapsed in an instant, and the sense of shock made these black wizards who were originally very powerful suddenly become inferior to even white wolves. Sadly arrogant and conceited, these self-proclaimed powerful black wizards were embarrassed. "But anyway, these dark wizards are really good fuel to use," Khris muttered, watching a hunter throw a processed dark wizard corpse into the "altar". "Boom!" The void exploded, and the magic circle on the ground emitted an obscure light. Just like adding firewood to the fire, the invisible ether burned fiercely, and the "spirit" and "flesh" in the corpse were burned. Little by little, it turned into ashes. Around the egg of the magic mirror above, the mass of flesh and blood began to wriggle and grow, and climb up against the incubator. And the crystal flower also began to proliferate, and one of the "petals" made a rattling sound, Gradually stretched out. He really wanted to laugh out loud, these black wizards of the Red Sect were like flies without heads, he instigated a few words, and deliberately let them be used as a shield a few times, facing the search of the secret tower, just press Cowardly. One blow will collapse. Panic made them urgently need a new pillar, and they still maintained a cooperative relationship with them, and the white wolf who seemed to have room in the turmoil with the Mystery Tower became theirs. Life-saving straw. But they didn't know this decision, so they stepped into the trap carefully woven by the hunters. "Thanks to these good firewood, the hatching progress is at least twice as fast. The dark wizard communicates the ether release spell, and his affinity for ether The degree is first-class, it is the best etheric container, and it is equal to the point in this ceremony. Harris doesn't know why the mysterious man with snake eyes wants to help him. But what's the point? Not their lifesaver. They have no other choice. This feeding through rituals is far more efficient than the way they directly extracted vitality before, including the map constructed by Nuojin in their hands, which is also a gift from the mysterious person. The mysterious man's bewitching words still seemed to echo in his ears: "Burn, go and burn as much as you like, blood and life are the best fuel, you will bring them nightmares and pain. Harris then lit the fire of the Red Sect. , again causing panic in Nuojin.

.not enough. "Master Harris, the dark wizard's body has been used up. One of Ye's subordinates came over to report the progress: "Do you still want to continue hunting? There are not many people left in the Red Sect, and they are all fleeing. It is not easy to catch them. It's also a big risk. There are only so many wizards in the Red Sect, and after only a few days, all of them have become nourishment. Harris turned his head, put his hands on the shoulders of his subordinate, and said warmly: "No need, soon you won't have to worry about it anymore. Another subordinate suddenly walked in. This is a hunter who is almost a beast, two meters five. The tall body was full of hair, and dragged a corpse on his hand, and threw it on the ground. "Spider: Found me. We on 52nd Street-- away from here--. Said. The spider was led by Ji Zhixu,

The new hunter organization split from the White Wolf.

Harris said slowly: "Ji Zhixu . . . she is really more disgusting than those knights in the Secret Ritual Tower. Even number 52 has been discovered, and it is no longer safe here." In this case .-. . Let them come, just in time for this stronghold to be destroyed. Harris stepped down and stepped on the head of the corpse, and instantly the beast turned into a huge upright white wolf, grinning wildly, "These little spiders must also be useful matches.

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