The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"Boom! Bang! Bang!"

Looking at the hidden secret door in the basement, Jim Woz frowned deeply.

At this time, they had experienced a period of non-violent battle, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers. They had already cleaned up all the cultists defending outside the Colosseum Garden, and found the basement right now along the way.

And this metal door made of special metal has become the biggest problem in front of them.

Because the terrain is narrow and the body is more than ten meters deep underground, more people will get in the way.

Even if several great knights were to use their hammers to hit them with all their strength, there was no way to cause any harm to it.

Except for a small amount of dust falling from the crack of the door, even dents have never been produced.

Judging from the sound produced when the hammer strikes, the thickness of this metal door is probably close to more than ten centimeters, and it is almost impossible to open it in a violent way.

After thinking about it, looking at the dust on the ground, he suddenly thought that since it can't be broken, can he just take it down?

So he hurriedly ordered the great knights to replace the hammers, and use crowbars and hoes to break the stone bricks along the edges of the iron door, and loosen the soil towards both sides...

Seeing the rising dust, Charles glanced at the crowd behind him, and whispered to Jim Woz with some worry: "We are now more than ten meters underground. You are sure that this will not cause tunnels. Collapse, bury us all alive?"

Jim, who hadn’t realized this problem before, took a breath and shook his head and said in a low voice: "...not sure, but this is the only way. Besides that, I can’t think of a way to attack in a short time. , I can only hope that when the basement is built, the other party’s anti-collapse work is done well."

"Depend on!"

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I don't know if it was because the basement was repaired well, or because Jim and the others were lucky.

Until the door was completely opened, although the tunnel had been dusty, and Jim Woz's heart was pounding, but there were no big cracks, and it was still very stable.

Let Jim Woz and Charles feel confident, silently complimenting their solidity.

They opened the secret door and walked forward for a while, accompanied by bursts of sounds chanting unknown spells, a huge open room entered their eyes.

The most conspicuous among them is a huge altar surrounded by dozens of black-robed men.

Countless blood was flowing on it at this time, and at least hundreds of corpses were placed in the most central position. Judging from the appearance and clothing of the corpses, they should be the slaves who were supposed to be held in the Colosseum.

Their original destiny should be to die in a duel in the future, but now they are all ahead of schedule.

There were wounds all over their throats.

Judging from the signs of struggle around them, they should all be alive when they were bled.

Jim Woz paid little attention to the corpses. Instead, he looked at someone standing on it and asked puzzledly: "My dear Uncle, why are you doing this kind of thing?"

There is no disguise in the appearance and clothing of the other party, unlike other people who cover their face.

And that man is his pro Uncle Richard Woz, a prestigious and capable royal family.

As far as he knows, this person should have no ambitions. He belongs to the kind of person who is willing to live a peaceful life without fighting or grabbing it.

He was very puzzled: ‘That’s not because it’s hidden too deeply, and it’s for decades to conceal it? ’

In the face of his question, Richard Woz just showed a gentle smile as usual: "Jem, this is my last hope."

Looking at the smile on his face, Jem thought of a possibility and asked with a serious look: "...Did you do all this because of Senna?"

The smile on Richard's face disappeared, and he showed a little helplessness: "...Sure enough, I didn't hide it from you.

You know, because of her inherited bloodline problems, Xiantian, like her mother, grew up in a frail and sickly condition. I have tried all the methods and couldn’t cure her. In the past two years, I can even feel her The disease is getting worse and worse. If you don’t hurry up and get treatment, she will probably be able to live within a few years. She is only eleven years old!

My mother and I promised that she will grow up healthily like an ordinary person, so even if I rely on Devil, I will find a way to cure her. This is my responsibility as a father! "

After listening, Jim opened his mouth and wanted to say something but couldn't find what he should say, because he knew that Richard was in a state of ruin, and he did not hesitate to do anything.

But the identity of the other party still made him give his final persuasion:

"You should be very clear that Devil is a creature, no matter from the content recorded in the book, it is not a doctor... If you give up now, I promise that the current events will not have any impact on your life and Senna's life. ."

"What then? Let me watch my own daughter Senna die?"

Gently shook his head, Richard was not moved at all. He pointed to the successful summoning ritual on the ground, looked at Jem calmly, and persuaded him in the opposite direction: "Jem, now the summoning ritual has begun, you can no longer To prevent it from happening, if you leave, I will use the short-term control power granted to me by the summoning ceremony to make Devil heal Senna, and then expel him to the rest of the country!

What do you think of this? "

When Jim Woz heard this, he immediately wanted to refuse.

But after thinking about it carefully, I suddenly felt that the other party's words seemed a little reasonable. Wouldn't it be good for Devil to harm other countries...

A look of hesitation immediately appeared on his face!

This made Safi who chose to watch quietly because he didn't want to intervene in their housework, so dumbfounded.

He really did not expect that this rubbish teammate, in a few words, persuaded others to fail, but was moved by others' persuasion!

This ally is the same as paper!

‘They really want to join forces to succeed, so don’t the people in our church become the one who has been beaten 2 by 1? ’

He hurriedly interjected with a serious look: "His Royal Highness, I think Devil is not so obedient. After all, any history book describes them as cruel and crazy. It is inevitable that such lunatics can be used as targets. Some are too irrational. How can there be so many disasters when it is so simple?"

As soon as he heard this, Jem immediately thought of Olga, and there was a feeling that the other party was looking at Own in a daze, which made his scalp numb.

The shaking on his face instantly turned into firmness.

That kind of thing is still a big trouble, and one can't stand it. If you really want to come again, Marton is not far from subjugating the country.

So he shook his head and denied, "Richard Uncle, Devil is still too dangerous, and the chance of losing control is too great."

In response to his reply, Richard Woz smiled casually: "That would be a pity."

In the next second, a pale mist filled the altar. A monster with a height of about three meters, a sheep's head, a human body, a snake tail, and black hair all over his body slowly emerged from it.

"Familiar world, I Carla is back."

Although it was not a familiar language, everyone present understood what he meant.

Looking at the Devil in front of him, Jem didn’t know if it was an illusion. Although he could still perceive the strength of the opponent, he did not feel the Devil in front of him. feel.

After comparing the opponent with Olga, he simply came to the conclusion: ‘There is no Olgaqiang in front of this one. ’

More than just strength!

Even the appearance and the aura, he was incomparable with Orrjuga.

Olga's body is the kind of appearance that can make people feel extremely powerful at a glance, just standing there can make people frightened, and the look at it can make the soldiers of all wars terrified.

Scarlet golden pupils, curved double horns, strong body, hideous scales, and wide wings. Anyone who sees his existence can recognize his Devil's identity only at the first glance, which perfectly fits people's attitude towards Devil. His imagination makes him more like the fear condensed from his fantasy.

But this one in front of him is completely different. If you meet him in other places, Jim Woz may think he is some other monster.

It is not clear that someone is defamating himself. After Devil came out, he took a deep breath and murmured in a somewhat obsessive voice: "It's full of the breath of the weak. It's still my favorite playground."

Before letting him indulge for too long, another smell was also noticed by him. He immediately raised his brow and said with dissatisfaction: "How can there be a smell that makes me sick."

Following the taste, he was an old man.

The opponent's strength can only be regarded as a high-level rubbish, and Carla did not put him in one’s eyes.

What makes him care about is what the other person is carrying.

Barring his teeth, he said in disgust, "Sacred items? The church of this world again? It's as disgusting as a bug. Are you about to figure out the grand speech that plays with the right words?"

The next moment, without letting him wait long, a palm-sized badge was touched by Safi: "Devil, get out of this world! Otherwise, I wait for the shepherd of the gods, and I will give you the strongest blow!"

Without paying attention to Safi's nonsense, Devil the goat head spit on the ground with a look of disgust: "Disgusting..."

After that thing was touched out, he felt that the world's oppressive power around him increased greatly.

In his eyes, these shameless little bugs, whether they were hundreds of years ago or now, always use some boring little tricks to lower his level and form a group to beat him.

There is not a single opponent that can really make him face!

At this moment, although his strength had been pulled down to a certain extent, he was not panicked at all.

When he was just summoned, Richard Woz gave him a lot of sacrifices. As long as he eats the sacrifices, his strength can be restored immediately!

At that time, not to mention being able to abuse a few small bugs at will, at least self-protection will be a breeze.

Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the position behind him.

The souls of hundreds of sacrifices have been gathered there by him, and they have become a condensate of souls that can be held at hand, which is convenient for him to eat!

Reach out and grab it.

Didn't catch it!

I'll catch it again!

Still not caught!

Seeing not far away with a puzzled face and not knowing what Safi and others he was doing, Carla was slightly embarrassed.

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at the empty behind.

He thought to himself: ‘what about daddy’s sacrifice? ? ’

‘What about such a big tuft of sacrifice? ? ’

And Olga, who was lying among the clouds above the Colosseum Garden, put the thing he had just got into his mouth and chewed twice before he moved his gaze back to Safi and the others with satisfaction.

The priest + the sorcerer + the careerist + the cannon fodder of a large group of runners, this kind of brave lineup is really rare, and he is looking forward to the follow-up development.

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