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That night, Victor, under the escort of two enchantments, borrowed the change "borrowed" from the gangsters and found a hotel to live in.

This world is really magical, there are endless demons every day, and there has just been an amazing battle nearby, and the hotel can still operate?

The demon bird stood at the head of the bed, the shadow cat lay by the bedside, and the trio of the weak squad, in just a few hours, experienced separation by the subject, infighting, survival, and alliance.

Finally, settle down at this moment.

Victor let out a long breath and fell into a deep sleep....

Victor opened his eyes, he had been bound by a pillar of flesh and blood, hanging in a dark space, he tried to struggle—

well? Why was there so much strength? and there was no feeling of weakness at all?

And with Victor's

struggle, a giant figure appeared in the shadows, like a demon king of the world.

No, this is it

! This is the Demon Emperor?!

Victor struggled desperately, but since it was a nightmare, how could he easily escape?

"Ah!!!!!"

The next morning, Victor sat up in a cold sweat, holding his forehead with one hand, and his muscles were spasming abnormally.

The demon bird looked at him, rarely without skin, but leaned out his head and whispered

, "This is the price of your contract with us, since you used the power of nightmares, you naturally have to bear the pain of nightmares."

Victor

punched the quilt, and his already emaciated muscles showed a twisted deformation in the spasms caused by great pain.

It took more than half an hour for Victor to slow down, reaching out to hold the cane next

to the bed, "Ready to go, in order to get that half of the pure demon, we still need more strength!" When

the demon bird heard this, it became noisy again, and the shadow cat lying on the ground also stretched his lazy waist to keep up with Victor's pace.

Although it is very painful, Victor does not say any to give up strength, gain strength, and bear the price, which is the unchanging law of the world.

Even the Asgard gods are no exception, and one day, the whole of Asgard will pay for the divine power they use, and Odin has a nice name for this day -

Ragnarok.

In comparison, the price at the moment is only a little pain.

Well, it hurts, but Victor can endure it for the time being.

After stopping and walking for half an hour, Victor fully recovered, and the speed of the weak squad increased significantly.

And Victor also took this opportunity to unlock a new way to rush -

"Yiha!" The

shadow cat turned into a skateboard, Victor inserted his cane in the front end as a steering stick, and the lower part of the shadow cat turned into a flowing liquid, holding Victor to slide on land and walls.

The demon bird flew high in the air, sometimes diving, and the weak squad that had just won yesterday was a time of joy.

But the famous brewing expert Gulagas once said that happy hours are always short, just like the time for skill enhancement in the game always feels not long enough.

They followed the guidance of their hearts and came to the last nightmare.

Looking at him, Victor involuntarily swallowed his spit.

The demon bird closed its mouth in a rare way, flapping its wings in the air and accumulating thunder.

The shadow cat also withdrew from its skateboard form, changed back to its original form and protected Victor, croaking at the last nightmare.

And the reason why they are so nervous is really because this last nightmare -

it is too terrifying.

He has a huge body like an apartment, covered in clay, and if you look closely, you can see that the black body is flowing.

A miserable white bone mask was permeated with undisguised malice.

"Don't strain guys!"

Victor knew that he had to stand up at the moment to stabilize people's hearts, learning the incongruity of the magic bird

, and said, "This guy's body is definitely not so big, this is the effect of his attachment to the physical object! Before

the weak squad could plan, a huge nightmare silently crashed in.

I beg your pardon, Victor can only use words like bump at the moment, because in front of his huge size.

Whether running or walking, for small humans, it is no less deterrent than the speeding train.

The demon bird fell violently, grabbed Victor's shoulder, and wanted to escape, but the shadow cat tried his best to condense into a black wall to block it.

But, in the face of such a thing, they are really too powerless.

The black city wall blocked it for less than a moment, and the demon bird had even lifted Victor less than two meters away, and the giant nightmare had already hit his eyes.

Bang -

the figures of Victor and the Demon Bird were directly knocked into the air, and Victor, who was gliding in the air, only felt that time became so slow.

But this is actually a sharp surge in adrenaline, resulting in prolonged somatosensory time.

In other words, just for a moment, Victor is already dying!

Too strong, in the face of such a force, the weak squad is indeed like waste

- is this the so-called power that the big spider is chasing?

Before Victor landed, he was held in his hands by the nightmare, and then swallowed in one gulp amid the screams of the demon bird and the roar of the shadow cat.

Gollum -

Victor's eyes plunged into darkness.

Perhaps, it's time to get some sleep....

Pain, a familiar surge of extreme pain, even more painful than in last night's dream, Victor returned to that dark space again.

"MD, MD, MD, Virgil, I'm Gunimma, Demon Emperor, I'm going to get your whole family, Dante, can't you MLGB rebel let your brother a little?!" Victor

cursed, and the consciousness that had tended to be silent also became a little active in this extreme pain and screaming.

"I can't die yet, I can't die yet! Lao Tzu crossed once to become a prince, and he hadn't begun to bully men and women, enjoying feudal imperial power, how could he just die like this?"

"Spartan

, I *** your family!" "Virgil, I *** your family!"

"Dante, I..."

In this way, Victor used Asgard's memories to stimulate his desire for survival, while using cursing to relieve pain psychologically.

He crawled aimlessly, in a slime-like nightmare.

The most desperate thing is that he actually doesn't know where he is climbing, whether he is really climbing,

because his five senses are telling him that he is being tortured by the Demon Emperor at this moment!

In the real world outside, the Demon Bird and the Shadow Cat launched a crazy attack on the clay monster.

But in the face of such a powerful nightmare, the two of them are just praying arms, and at this moment, the gap between strength and weakness is so clearly displayed.

The strong easily play with the life and death of the weak, perhaps, Virgil, who is obsessed with the pursuit of strength, is right?