Isn't it? Ange ran closer and took a look in confusion. It was indeed not the case. Although they were both demons and their auras were very similar, there were subtle differences. It was like some people thought the Minotaur looked the same when they saw it. Such subtle differences are not the same. People familiar with it can't tell the difference.
What should I do if I admit the wrong person? Go back? Ange looked back and found that there was a protective shield and he couldn't go back.
As he arrived, the bugs began to stir. A bug emerged from the ground and touched Ange's toe bone with its tentacles in confusion. He was a little confused: This thing is hard, is it delicious?
You will know if it tastes good or not. You will know if you try it. The insect bites it in one bite and breaks off its mouthparts with a bang.
Ange tilted his head, stepped on it, and insect juice burst out: Forget it, just chop it to death, the insects have to be killed anyway.
Taking one step forward, Ange carried the scythe, stepped on a series of footprints, and rushed towards the devil's bonfire.
When Ange jumped off the city wall, the cloaked man and the devil noticed him and laughed out loud: "It's really useless, I was so scared that I fell off the city wall."
As soon as they finished speaking, they saw Ange landing smoothly and running wildly, so they changed their words: "Hey, he didn't fall because he was frightened, but he jumped down on his own? Are you a fearless brave? One man bravely faced the sea of insects, and composed A fearless heroic epic, it is so magnificent. Wait a moment and let the worms eat it slowly. Let him live and watch himself being chewed into a skeleton. Fulfill him and be stubborn..."
"Well, why do I think he looks familiar?" He had been soul-searched, his soul was broken, and his memory was incomplete. He only felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Two more jumped down, a little girl? One in armor, what's that crooked thing in his hand? A hoe? Oh my god, it's the group of people in the crypt! Life is accelerating!"
The cloaked man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. The fear of growing up too fast and getting stuck in the cracks of the rocks filled his heart.
"Do you know these people? Are they very strong? Is the Scythe of Death in his hand an undead creature?" The demon's face on the bonfire burned with a puzzled expression.
The devil's words seemed to give the cloaked man strength: Yes, he is already a person who sold his soul. With the devil covering him, he doesn't seem to have to worry about his life speeding up, right?
Quickly getting up, the cloaked man boasted: "Of course they are not as powerful as you, sir, but their methods are too weird, they can actually speed up life."
The demon sneered at the cloaked man's words: "It's probably some kind of illusion, life acceleration? Do you know what life acceleration means? That's a magical skill. Do you want to tell me that there is a god among the people in front of me?"
The cloaked man shook his head: "It's impossible, it's impossible. Gods can't run all over the place, but they can really speed up their lives."
"Maybe it's some type of divine magic. That's fine. I'll curse you. I'll curse you to immortality and to be tortured by time forever." The demon condensed in the bonfire stared at the cloaked man and cursed fiercely.
The cloaked man only felt some kind of power coming to him, and then something disappeared from him.
"Immortality? Is this a curse? Isn't this a blessing?" The man in the cloak murmured as he fumbled around in confusion, not finding anything missing.
"Haha, whatever you gain, you will inevitably lose. You sold your soul to get a chance to be reborn. If you want to live forever, the price may not be something you can afford." The devil said with a smile.
"What price?" The cloaked man couldn't help but ask, immortality, what a tempting word.
"For example, being imprisoned forever." The devil responded nonchalantly.
The cloaked man shuddered. He was immortal but had to be imprisoned forever? It would be better to die early. Sure enough, there is no such a cheap deal.
"What about me now?" The cloaked man asked fearfully. Could it be that what he lost just now was freedom?
"A temporary curse is not affected by life for a period of time. What is lost is a period of energy and energy, and you will be unable to doze off. For you, how is your bone soup going?" the devil said lightly. arrive.
The cloaked man always felt that the devil's words were not true, but he couldn't find anything wrong. He was crossed by the bone soup and went back to look at the soup.
Behind him, a large pot was set up, in which various cattle, sheep and horse bones were boiled. Insects could not chew the bones, leaving numerous bones wherever they passed. He happened to pick up some animal soup to make soup, because he I also want to drink a little bit.
Seeing that the color of the soup has turned white, the man in the cloak took a little taste and said excitedly: "It tastes good. Let me tell you, there are skills to making bone soup. I want to make it milky white, not fishy and delicious." To make soup, the trick is indispensable. You must first roast the bones over fire, then add cold water to the pot, skim off the blood foam, and simmer slowly over low heat..."
The cloaked man murmured, and couldn't wait to fill up another bowl, sipping it with a cough.
Is it so delicious? The devil couldn't help but lick his lips when he was told, but unfortunately he couldn't eat, so he could only shout: "Get out of the way!"
The bonfire suddenly doubled in height, and an invisible force rolled up the bone soup in the cauldron, making it float in the air.
Then, the flames of the bonfire floated over and formed a flame magic array not far from the bone soup.
The devil's voice sounded: "￥...#*(@&&￥#, obey my call and show up!...Okay, the summoning is over, it depends on how delicious your bone soup is. The more delicious it is, summon it. The stronger the dog."
Ange, who was rushing from a distance, also saw the situation here. Nigris shouted in his soul: "No, they are summoning something. What is that? Bone soup? No! They are summoning hell." Three-headed dog, hurry up and knock down that soup!”
At this distance, Ange's hands are not that long, and the only thing he can get is the shining of holy light.
"Ouch!" Ange roared without looking back.
"Ouch!" the little angel responded immediately, stopped, spread his wings, and pushed his hands forward... spread his wings and pushed forward with both hands...
After opening it twice, the little angel looked back and remembered that his wings had been folded.
"Ouch!" The little angel shouted forcefully, helplessly raising his hands to his shoulders and spreading them out, palms facing up.
Unable to reach it, I could only watch helplessly as the summoning circle took shape. A black shadow jumped out of the circle and let out a loud bark after landing!
"Uh... this is a milk dog? Little Jingba? According to legend, the three-headed hell dog likes to drink bone soup the most. The better the bone soup you make, the stronger the hell dog you summon. This pot of bone soup must be very delicious. It tastes bad,” Nigris murmured.
The cloaked man and the devil were also dumbfounded, little naughty dog?
"Is your soup really delicious?" the devil asked in a low voice.
"Of course it tastes good. I drank a big bowl of it myself. Is it because you demons don't like what I do? Do you just like the kind of soup with floating blood foam and fishy smell?" the cloaked man argued.
At this moment, the little milk dog shook its head, and the whole head split open, divided into three heads, swelled rapidly, and then jumped forward.
Just like a giant beast that sprang out of the body of a puppy, this giant dog with three heads bit the bone soup in one bite, sucked the soup dry, and then all six eyes Narrowed.
This happy expression is the greatest affirmation of bone soup.
"I just said it tastes good." The cloaked man said quickly.
After sucking up the soup, he chewed the bones until all the bones were chewed to pieces. He also swallowed it, and even the bones were eaten. The right side of his head suddenly said in devilish language: "￥%#...,@* ￥…”
The devil should arrive: "...,&#￥&".
The three-headed hell dog sighed regretfully and turned around to greet Ange.
The cloaked man asked urgently: "What did you say?"
"Oh, the dog said 'It's not enough,' and I said 'No, we'll cook it later.'" The devil responded casually.
The cloaked man felt strange, why did he say "no" when it was "not enough"? But the devil can't lie, so the cloaked man can only choose to believe it.
Yes, the devil in the transaction state cannot lie, but it can be omitted. For example, in the sentence just now, the hell dog said: If there is not enough food, can this person eat it?
In order to eat the re-cooked bone soup as soon as possible, the hellhound took the initiative and flew over. The big head in the middle opened its bloody mouth and bit into Ange fiercely.
"Die, the three-headed hell dog is a powerful being that guards the abyss of hell. Its teeth can chew up steel..." The cloaked man muttered. Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the hell dog screaming. jumped away.
Ange punched the Cerberus's gums, breaking a sharp tooth that could break steel.
"Woo~oooo~~" The hellhound held its mouth with its two front paws and whimpered, like a person with inflamed gums biting hard objects.
Ange put away the Death Scythe and raised his hands. Cerberus was so big that the Death Scythe was not easy to use. It was not as good as Locke's Hand and the World-Transcending Hand. Locke's Hand was much harder than steel.
The middle head of the hell dog was so painful that he didn't dare to open his mouth. The left and right heads stretched out and opened his mouth to bite.
Ange's boundary-piercing hand hit the nose on the right side of the opponent's head, and Locke's hand hit the gums on the left side of the head, breaking another tooth.
"Woooooo~~~" The three-headed hell dog whimpered again. This time, the three heads were whimpering. While crying, he said in devil language: "%#￥@…*&@*!#"
Nigris could understand the devil's language, and immediately responded angrily: "Have you been deceived? Do you know who is in front of you? You just come out and sell your life for a pot of bone soup? And you ask who we are?"
"&%%#￥@..." The three-headed hell dog squatted down, covering the mouths of the left and right heads with its paws, and the middle head said.
"Okay, Ange, pick up the broken tooth on the ground, break it off and show it." Negris said.
Ange picked up a broken tooth of the three-headed dog from the ground, held it with Locke's hand, broke it gently, and easily broke it into two pieces.
The three-headed hell dog shivered and sat up straighter.
Ange broke it into three pieces, then broke it into four pieces.
The three-headed hell dog looked in disbelief as his teeth, which were harder and sharper than steel, were broken into small pieces in Ange's hands.
Every time it was broken, it shook and shrank in size. After a while, it shrank back to its original appearance of a little Jingba. With a whimper, it slapped its little paws on the ground.
A magic circle appeared, and little Jingba turned around and barked: "#￥@%!&", then drilled into the magic circle and disappeared.
The demon and the cloaked man not far away were stunned and murmured: "Did it... run away? What did it say?"
The devil responded in a daze: "It said: Idiot, you have killed me."
Even the three-headed hell dog was scared away. Is the person in front of me so strong?
"No, I don't believe it. My sea of insects is invincible. Protect them, insects, and bite them to death!" The cloaked man roared angrily.
The sea of bugs set off a tsunami. On the ground, the 'carpet' of bugs was tumbling and surging, rushing towards Ange's position from all directions, hitting him like a tide.
There were too many. Ange stepped on the footprints hard, pulled the little angel zombie into his arms, and hugged it, and then was swallowed up by the sea of insects.
The cloaked man murmured angrily: "In the face of absolute numbers, individuals are the most useless. Even if you grind them, they can grind you to death. Life acceleration is useless. I don't believe that life acceleration can continue to be used. I'm going to The second time is that there are too few bugs, otherwise they will kill you, it depends on who can kill the other!"
Soon, a slope formed where Ange was standing, which was composed of insect corpses.
The bugs desperately gnawed at the corpses of the same kind, and at the same time, they tried their best to burrow in, gnawing and drilling until they grew. From small beetles to large beetles, they died, and the corpses were eaten by the same kind. The same process repeated itself.
As the insects swarmed, the man in the cloak noticed some strange changes. The types of insects were increasing, and their sizes were getting larger and larger. Some even grew huge mouthparts.
"Is this evolving? The acceleration of life is accelerating their evolution." The cloaked man said excitedly. When he was in the crypt, he cleverly used Ange's quick-death aura to cultivate several humanoid bugs.
Although there is no special cultivation now, as long as the number increases, the insects will definitely devour each other and produce the most powerful insect king.
However, as more and more insect corpses piled up, he did not notice that some bugs were growing faster and faster, so fast that they had grown to death before they even had time to bite the corpses of the same kind.
One hour passed, two hours passed, and three hours later, the carpet of bugs that originally covered the entire earth had shrunk into a hill, and the hill was covered with bug corpses.
Because it was driven by the cloaked man, all the bugs came over, very cleanly, and there were no bugs left in other places.
However, the scene that the cloaked man expected did not happen. The insects did not eat each other and evolve into the most powerful insect king. Instead, they all kicked their legs and died.
The last insect twitched its legs, rolled up from the mountain of insect corpses, and rolled to the feet of the cloaked man.
The hills formed by the insect corpses were so numerous that they expanded to his feet.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? It's impossible? Isn't there life acceleration? Why doesn't it evolve? It happened last time." The cloaked man muttered absentmindedly.
A ball of flame burned from the mountain of corpses. Wherever it passed, insect corpses were turned into ashes. In this way, a path was burned out, and Ange and his party walked out of it.
"What's impossible? This time it's not just life acceleration, but also pesticides." The voice of the brass dragon sounded from Ange's body.
The devil's face on the bonfire, I don't know when, has quietly disappeared. Apparently, he realized something was wrong and ran away in advance.
The little angel angrily clenched his little fist and held the Holy Light in his fist. Although Ange had protected it, it was still bitten by bugs several times. It is now a real angel, not a skeleton covered in flesh and blood. painful.
"Ah! Holy Light? So you are from the Church of Light?" The cloaked man woke up with a start and knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Don't kill me, I'll buy three indulgence coupons!"
"Hey, this line seems familiar. Is it you? The one in the underground city of Dark Side? Aren't you being searched for your soul?" Nigris shouted in surprise.
"I..." Just as the cloaked man said a word, a phantom of parchment suddenly appeared in front of him, and then the phantom burned quickly, and the cloaked man's eyes, ears, mouth and nose suddenly emitted green light. He howled miserably.
"It turns out that he sold his soul and was resurrected by the devil." Nigris suddenly said.
Ange suddenly took out his scythe and struck it on the burning parchment.
