After a burst of laughter, everyone began to cooperate skillfully, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had worked together.

Captain Elf followed Sean not far behind him with two officers from the army and Jenny, while the rest of Eve, Lance and two members of the Church of the Night, set up the battlefield outside the villa.

"Whew..."

Sean, who slowly exhaled turbidity, heard the footsteps of several captains following behind him, and did not relax his vigilance, and now he is facing a worse situation than he encountered before, except for the 'Miss Gate' incident, of course.

Spiritual vision and perception are opened to the extreme.

The vision that is familiar with the black and white perspective is strangely dyed a bright red, and the perception can only be maintained between two or three meters even with the blessing of the 'emotional ring'.

Sean tightened the 'dark night' in his left hand and held it behind his back, exhaling the air in his lungs again, relieving some of the pressure, and holding an uncomfortable dark blue Z-type revolver in his left hand in his right hand, half-bent forward, acting as a bait tragically.

As he walked through the atrium garden, Sean paused and looked at the withered and rotten flowers, the cloudy and black pools of water that smelled the same smell, and the blood stains on the ground, and sighed.

He couldn't figure out what the so-called loss of control was.

Why does a loss of control directly affect the surrounding environment and ordinary people?

Shouldn't this be a 'trait' that only the magician community has?

One question after another filled Sean's mind, and even though he was now a second-order magician, he had only been a minor part of the Night's Watch for a few days.

Suddenly, several distorted black shadows appeared in the blood-red vision, interrupting his thoughts, they looked as strange as building blocks piled up haphazardly, and as they squirmed towards him, they interfered with the normal vision of the vision.

As a last resort, Sean could only turn off the spiritual vision in his right eye, and he had good night vision in the dark, and only then did he see those disgusting figures, or they were no longer human.

The leader was an old man in a shabby suit, with muscles all over his body, his left hand was normal, but it had sharp claws, his right hand had turned into several barbed tentacles, and there was a mouth dripping with fishy liquid and full of fangs at the top, and a strange fishtail made of flesh and blood was stuck upside down in his back.

Looking at the face that could still be distinguished slightly, Sean recognized that this was the butler who had led the way for him, and he didn't even know his name.

Bang!

When Sean sighed, a roaring gunshot rang out from behind, carrying a bullet with a bright red light flying past his ear, and fell directly on the body of the butler who bent down and was about to pounce on his butler, and the butler's seemingly strong body was shattered in a moment, and the bullet that was not exhausted even broke the thigh of another alienated person behind him.

Bang, bang, bang...

The gunfire did not stop because of the death of the butler, but became more intense, making Sean feel a sense of relief, of course, if every bullet was a little closer to his ears.

Eventually, the gunfire fell silent after a few of the deviant gang members turned into puddles of filthy flesh on the floor.

It was only when he heard the gunshots disappear that Sean relaxed his tense body, turned his head to look back, and gave a thumbs up to the indifferent female officer who was loading the enchanted spear with green smoke in her hand.

What a lovely little girl.

Secretly teasing in his heart, aware of the possible accidents in the future, he raised the 'dark night' dagger in his hand and secretly thought to himself:

"Ritual calling. ”

Sensing the strange magic contained in the dagger in his left hand, Sean immediately swiped downward, and the complete space in front of him was directly cut a narrow gap, and the cold gray mist also diffused.

"Whew..."

In a moment, a terrible wolf howl came from the gray mist, and Sean frowned when he heard it, he originally planned to summon a few canine spirit creatures to use them as guards, but inexplicably summoned wolf-type creatures.

All right.

Wolves are also canines.

Sean didn't really have any aversion to them, except that he didn't like wolf howls so much after being attacked by the necromantic wolf summoned by the scarred heretic.

As the spatial rift healed, the gray mist that permeated the spirit world also began to dissipate, and a total of three translucent, first-order ghost wolves with first-order strength came into view, respectfully lying on the ground, waiting for his orders.

In an instant, Sean had a good impression of these three ghost wolves, and in any case, it was the first time that he felt the meekness shown to him by a low-level spirit creature.

"Be on guard. ”

After receiving Sean's order, the three ghost wolves immediately formed a triangle in front of the two and searched forward with their ears propped up.

It's just that there is another thing that he didn't expect, the spiritual rift cut by the 'dark night' did not close because the summoning was completed, but began to expand in a fierce fluctuation, and Sean also felt that half of the magic power in his body was instantly extracted.

At the same time, the captain behind him also discovered the abnormality, and I saw that all kinds of magic light rose in their hands to hide their figures, preventing the accident that was about to happen.

In the pitch-black crack, two white bony palms as white as jade stretched out from the large gray mist, and then pressed on both sides of the edge of the crack, pulling them hard at both sides.

Crunch!

Sharp as the sound of scraping glass, a short skeleton of about 150 centimeters squeezed out of the crack, without a trace of flesh and blood, with a rusty iron sword hanging from its waist, and a bone bow and quiver full of arrows on its back.

Sean looked at the strange spirit creature, and then at the 'dark night' on his left hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, he just planned to summon a few canine spirits to find the way and be vigilant.

But instead of summoning a ghost wolf.

Forget about the wolf.

But what does it mean that this skeleton has the power to be as magical as itself?

Or is there a strong uncertainty about what Gollum gives to herself?

Maybe Sean had been staring at the skeleton for too long, and it couldn't help but turn its head to stare at Sean, and the soul fire in its eyes kept rolling, as if it was conveying something.

Well...

Or maybe she's still wise.

The gender is of course based on the pelvis, and now it seems that it should be the skeleton of a woman.

However, Sean didn't have any wariness of her, and the connection with the pathfinder ghost wolf that vaguely emanated from her body could also be guessed.

This Miss Skeleton is supposed to be a native of the spirit world, and those wolves are her pets or subordinates, so they are summoned to the present world because of Sean's temporary contract.

And the identity of the aboriginal is perceived from the strong 'necromantic power' on Miss Skeleton's body, no matter what, it is impossible for a second-order spirit creature to have such a strong aura of death, unless she is a natural spirit born in the spirit world, not to mention that she still has a lot of wisdom.

In this regard, Sean couldn't help but bend down to Miss Skeleton and stroke her chest, and said very gentlemanly: "This lady, I need the strength of you and your pet, I hope you can help me." ”

Click!

Miss Skeleton tilted her head in a 'cute' tilt and stared at Sean for a long time before she nodded slowly, took off her bone bow and pulled out an equally rusty arrow and mounted it, making a posture ready to attack and follow Sean's back.

Seeing that there was finally no accident, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and made a 'no problem' gesture to the captain who was hiding not far away.

Carry Miss Skeleton towards the villa, continuing to act as a bait.

......

Advancing all the way to the door of the villa, Sean didn't have a chance to make a move, and the aliens didn't have much lethality except for their terrifying appearance, but they weren't something that ordinary people could deal with.

However, with Miss Skeleton's skillful archery skills and the cooperation of the ghost wolf, they couldn't enter at all, although Sean was not too happy in this way, because the owner of the crazy magic source had not appeared, and his voice was full of killing intent towards himself, but what was the result?

I was almost at the door of the villa, but I didn't find his shadow.

You can't wait for yourself to go in, right?

No way.

Judging from the huge magic power that shrouded the entire villa in the spiritual vision, I was afraid that I would be killed in seconds when I met.

Why don't you let Miss Skeleton try it?

Thinking that Sean moved his gaze behind him, he saw Miss Skeleton take two large steps back in alarm, and shook her head firmly.

Apparently she also sensed that something inside was not to be messed with.

Sean had no choice but to look at the ghost wolves squatting on the side, and said, "Can you let your pet explore the way?"

Click!

After a moment of hesitation, Miss Skeleton nodded in agreement, and Sean immediately had a relieved smile on his face, driving the three excited ghost wolves to the terrifying villa.

"Consciousness shifts. ”

At the same time, he used his second-order ability to graft his consciousness into one of the ghost wolves, and then commanded the remaining two wolves to open the ghost creature's talent 'void' and pass through the closed door.

Through the sight of the 'possessed' ghost wolf, Sean found that the entire villa was full of splattered flesh and stumps, but there was not a single intact 'person'.

From the outside, it looks like the aliens are killing each other.

But the source of that terrifying magic was not in the villa, only the madness in the air became more and more obvious, and Sean could even feel the restlessness rising in the body of the ghost wolf in his possession, and looked at the other two to realize that their eyes had turned red when they were not in harmony, and they kept baring their teeth and making a low roar.

It can't be delayed for a long time, or these wolves will be polluted.

Sean, who calmed down, began to carefully observe the environment, and there was not a trace of blood in the entire flesh-and-blood hall, either it was swallowed by something, or it flowed somewhere.

"That's right, the basement. I couldn't have imagined that I could ignore such a simple answer.

The corpses of the ghost wolves began to see, sinking towards the ground.

Within a moment, another scene beneath the ground appeared in Sean's eyes.

In the dark room covered with blood, a tall blood cocoon towered in the 'sea of blood' beating like a heart, and there were tentacles with different opening and closing mouths constantly wriggling on the surface, and at the same time exuding a depressive aura with madness.

Horror, blood, barbarism came from the pavement.