After careful consideration, Andrew agreed with his opinion and hurriedly took a shower in his clothes. Andrew didn't have a water heater installed, so Andrew was more used to taking cold showers. In fact, for Andrew and wizards in general, the good thing is that Andrew doesn't have many opportunities to date real women, otherwise he would have to wash more times.

Andrew had barely lathered the shampoo when an even more terrifying flash of lightning came, thunder sounded louder, and rain rained harder. The fiercest part of the storm was battering the old house, and the thunder and lightning could be seen almost clearly with the naked eye, and the deafening thunder almost drowned out all the sounds. However, Andrew caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, and a shadow flickered through the window that was halfway above the ground, and someone was coming downstairs towards Andrew's apartment.

A situation like tonight's is a case in point. Andrew rushed out of the bathroom in a rather panicked manner, with soap on his head and a towel around his waist, and walked to the front room.

Andrew must not let Bella go to the front door like this, and let Tale answer the door, the worst thing in the world is this, Andrew will definitely be beaten to death by them.

Andrew walked around the corner from the bedroom to the main room and saw Tale about to turn the doorknob. There was another flash of lightning, and the thunder made it impossible for Andrew to hear the click of the door opening. Andrew heard something else, a low-pitched hiss. At this moment Andrew saw Crookshan stand up, its back arched, its hair standing on end, its teeth bared, and its already clear eyes staring straight at the door.

As the thunder receded, Talai opened the door. She looked sideways out the door, one hand on her hip, and a mischievous smile on her lips.

When the door opened, Andrew sensed that an elven entity had descended into the mortal world through the energy of a thundercloud that had been using the noise of the storm to disguise itself until now.

Outside the door stood something, crouching, less than five feet tall, its ordinary brown raincoat lit by the cyan lightning in the sky.

Something is very wrong with this shape, and it definitely does not look like the product of the benevolent Mother Earth. It turned its "head" to look at Andrew, and the color of its fireball-like eyes was like cyan lightning dancing in the air, and suddenly it burst into flames, illuminating its inhuman face like animal skin, like a large toad with wart all over its body.

Talai and the demon flickered at each other two feet apart, then screamed.

"Tale!" Andrew shouted as he moved towards the couch. "Get out of here!" Andrew rushed to the sofa chair, and powerful magic poured into the room along with lightning.

The demon opened its mouth silently, its throat constricting in a strange way as Andrew hid behind the couch, followed by a hissing sound, and an area about the size of a heart on Andrew's couch melted into a puff of smoke with a foul smell. Droplets of liquid splashed onto the floor beside Andrew, eroding holes into the surface of the surface in less than two seconds. Andrew hurried away from the couch and the demon's acid.

"Tale!" Andrew shouted. "Get back to the kitchen!

"What's that?" she asked sharply, turning back to Andrew.

"Bad guys. Andrew leaned up, peeking through the smoking hole in the couch, ready to duck back at once. The demon, shorter than a human, was still standing in the doorway, its two pointed fingers and fleshy toe arms leaning forward into the room, its stagnant appearance resting against a transparent wall.

"Why didn't it come in?" asked Tale from the far corner of the door. Her back was pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with fear. Oh, my God. Andrew thought to himself. Tale, don't faint in front of Andrew.

"Some old rules. Andrew said. "It's not a mortal creature, so it has to gather energy to break through the obstacles that surround it. “

"Will it get in?" she said, her voice sounding sharp and thin. She's asking questions, gathering information and intelligence, and her deep-seated personality is at work again - Andrew guesses that the rational part of her mind has been short-circuited. Many people have this reaction when they encounter demons head-on for the first time.

Andrew quickly ran to her and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the door of the lab. "Hide down there. Andrew shouted as he pulled the door open so she could see the stairs.

"It's dark. Tale protested. "Oh, Andrew's God. She looked at Andrew's waist in surprise. "Andrew?"

Andrew looked down, and the gray mist quickly formed a gauze. Eighty percent of the bath towels fell off when Andrew was just jumping around.

There was a tearing sound in the doorway, and the toad demon suddenly stumbled forward and took a step, it had now run into the house. Lightning was still flying behind it, and as it approached Andrew, he could only see its ugly, hunched silhouette except for the wide, electric eyes that reflected the electric light. Its throat was rising and falling regularly.

"Another manifest demon. Andrew said. The flames of hell flashed in Andrew's eyes, no matter who summoned this monster, no matter what purpose he summoned this monster, he obviously didn't know anything about Andrew's situation.

Andrew pushed Tale towards the stairs and walked towards the demon. Andrew touched his two thumbs together and stretched the rest of his fingers flat with his palms facing outward.

The demon's mouth opened again, and there was a clear coughing sound.

"Deprivation!" the demon's whisper slowly flowed out of Andrew's mouth, and the fire in his eyes was like boiling magma, and at this time, Andrew seemed to be standing in hell.

The demonic acid flew towards Andrew.

The power of deprivation whistles out from the fingertips in the form of wind, fast enough to tear a person's hair off. The acid struck in the air and squirted back into countless droplets of water that prevented the demon from moving forward, and even retreated several feet, its clawed soles sliding across the flat floor, clutching at the carpet.

The acid hissed and spewed teal lightning as it spilled on the demon, but it didn't seem to hurt it, and it quickly melted the raincoat into rags, shorter than it had taken to smash Andrew's carpet and furniture in one fell swoop.

The demon shook its head, a little stunned, it felt uneasy, it sensed danger. Andrew walked to the far end of the door and stretched out his hands again: "Petrify!"

Andrew's smooth, wooden wizard's staff of Fuso wood flew towards Andrew and glowed with fire in the darkness, powered by the same force of the wind in a gentler, delicate way.

Andrew grabbed the staff in one hand and turned it towards the demon, summoning the destruction, destruction, fire, and magic that lurked beneath the surface of the Fuso wood.

A fire dragon was only the thickness of a finger at first, but after it was detached from the wand, it saw the storm rise, and by the time it reached the demon, it had become as thick as a water tank, and it opened its mouth to swallow the demon.

When the toad demon was devoured by the dragon, it slumped to the ground with its feet and let out a muffled grunt. Andrew could feel the demon resisting Andrew's power, and it wanted to use the lightning to break Andrew's attack.

Andrew couldn't have dealt with a fairy or a noisy ghoul as easily as he did with a normal goblin. A stalemate like this could turn the entire neighborhood into ruins, and Andrew couldn't afford to give the demon much time.

It has stronger resistance than the average wizard, moves much faster, and has only primitive demon greed, which is a big flaw for the creatures of hell, and now, it makes it impossible for Andrew to scare him off with the picture of hell.

"Tale!" Andrew shouted as he gasped. "Are you down there?"

"Yes. She said. "Is it gone?"

"Not yet, not at all. “。

"Why don't you cast a spell to kill it, shoot it, blow it up!" her voice sounded a bit of an attempt to get to the bottom of it, and she could hear her looking around the lab.

"Unless I want to blow up the whole house. Andrew said to her. "I can't focus my spell on killing it only, and my neighbors and you will be affected. You need to get out of here. Andrew's mind was thinking fast, and Andrew calmly and rationally pondered the probabilities, numbers, and remaining energy.

This guy is coming for Andrew, and if Andrew lures it to the other side, Tale has a chance to escape. But on the other hand, it could also be ordered to kill Andrew and all the witnesses, in which case, as long as it can kill Andrew, then it will definitely go ahead and kill Tale. There must be some other way to get out of here, Andrew remembered when he thought about it.

"Tale!" Andrew shouted. "There's a sports water bottle on a table underneath. You drink the contents first, and then you think about getting out of here, okay? “

"I found it. After a moment she said aloud. "It smells bad. “

"That's a potion, it's going to get you out of here, drink it!"

She was gagging from below, and after a moment she said, "And then?"

Andrew blinked, looking down the stairs. "It should be working now--"

"Boom!" Another flash of lightning sent the toad to its fierce struggle, like a cart filled with gas, and Andrew had to increase his mana output to keep the dragon at bay.

"Nothing happened. She said. "Andrew, we have to figure it out. Then she slammed up the stairs, her black eyes shining brightly, and Andrew's point 38 revolver in her hand.

"No!" Andrew told her. "Don't shoot!" Andrew thought he needed to use some more powerful magic.

Talai raised her pistol, her face pale and her arms shaking, and she fired. This type of point 38 can hold six bullets, and Andrew uses ordinary bullets, not new items such as armor-piercing bullets or blasting bullets. When faced with a lot of magic, few people dare to take risks.

The gun is a very simple mechanism, and the construction of the revolver is even more simple: a nest, gears, and a simple horizontal firing pin to trigger the gunpowder. Magic is difficult to navigate with physics in most cases.

The revolver rang out six times.

The first two shots were aimed indiscriminately, and they hit me until I don't know where. The next two shots hit the demon's skin, and the bullets bounced away after making deep holes in its body, sending stray bullets scurrying around the room, just as Andrew had feared - the bullets posed a greater threat to Andrew than it did to the demons.

Andrew was lucky not to be injured or killed by the stray bullets. The fifth shot passed between its long, peculiar feet.

The sixth shot struck one of its lightning-bright legs, causing it to lose its balance and stagger, hissing as a toad.

Andrew was slightly stunned and grabbed Tale's wrist. "Basement. “

When she put the gun down, Andrew gasped desperately. The two of Andrew rushed downstairs, and Andrew didn't bother to close the door, because the could tear the floor open and run down at will. Leaving the door open would at least let Andrew know which way it would come from, rather than having it drill a hole directly above Andrew's head.

Andrew let his wand glow and illuminate the room.

"Andrew?" the voice of the Dementor Spirit came from the shelf. The skull's eyes lit up, and he turned to Andrew. "What's going on? Oh, who's this woman?"

Tale jumped in fright. "What's that?"

"Leave him alone. Andrew followed Andrew's instincts as he walked to the other end of the lab table and kicked the boxes, bags, notebooks, and old paperbacks off the floor. "Help me clear some space on the floor, hurry!"

She complied. Andrew used all his strength to get to the ring that Andrew had placed on the floor, a perfect brass ring that Andrew could infuse with his magic into this complete brass ring embedded in the concrete floor, keeping the demon inside - or outside.

"Andrew!" the Dementor Spirit said nervously as Andrew struggled. "One, uh, a toad demon that looked so bad that Grandma's house came down the stairs. “

"Okay, I know. Andrew shoved away a pile of empty cardboard boxes, and Talai frantically threw some of the paper away, revealing the entire brass ring, just three feet away. Andrew took her hand and stepped into the ring, pulling her to Andrew's side.

"What's going on?" asked Tale. Her expression was both bewildered and frightened.

"Just by me. Andrew told her. She clung to Andrew.

"It sees you, Andrew. The Dementor Spirit said. "I think it's going to spit on you. “

Andrew didn't have time to see if the Dementor Spirit was right. Andrew bent down and touched the brass ring with the tip of Andrew's staff, instilling his attention on it to keep the monster out. The ring suddenly rose around Andrew, and there was a calm, invisible tension in the air.