Hiss.... Hiss ....."

Rapid wheezing echoed through the streets, and the silence of the night made the sound that should have been faint all too obvious.

The painter Goerd was running in a hurry, his keen perception and instinct constantly urging him not to stop, there was an indescribable terror coming behind him, and once he stopped, there was only one fate waiting for him.

Die!!!

"Damn, damn it, damn it, why did that girl get involved with such a big shot, why didn't I just let her go...."

The blonde man regretted it in his heart, he wanted to go back in time and slap the self a few minutes ago, but now he couldn't control too much, no matter how much he regretted it, the only thing he could do was to use all his strength to run away.

It's a pity that as a newborn heart demon, he has not yet fully evolved and has not yet obtained a real demon body, his body is still the physical mortal fetus of the original mortal host, and the body of an artist who does not exercise much, this physique is really not good, this has not run a few steps, Goerthe is already out of breath, a little out of breath.

"Why should I run so directly, I'm not really mortal?"

It wasn't until he felt that his body had reached its limit that the aches and pains in his body woke him up from his previous panic, and he regained his composure a little.

Some people may think that it is too shameful for him to be directly frightened in this way, but it is too ignorant for Goethe to despise those who laugh at him, their stupid courage is simply because they do not understand anything, they have no idea how terrifying and powerful the being who has just arrived.

Goerthe, on the other hand, understood it, and no one even knew it better than him, because as a demon in his heart, he felt the breath of his kindred from the body of the person who had just existed.

The demon is a chaotic and brutal but at the same time a hierarchical race, the lower demons are basically absolutely unable to disobey the superior if there are no exceptions, of course, once the lower demons see the opportunity to fight back, then they will definitely not hesitate to go down, all the keen perception of the level of both sides is the instinct of all demons.

However, in Goethe's sense just now, the only thing he felt about that breath was horror and despair, which was a real horror that was countless times more evil and weird than the final form he imagined after his future evolution was complete, it was simply the embodiment of disaster and evil, and the level gap between the two sides was simply greater than the gap between a newborn baby and the strongest human in the world.

This is not something that can be made up for with a single effort, so the moment he sensed that breath, he did not hesitate to pull his legs and run away.

It was his instinct as a demon, a fear of a superior being rooted in his soul.

This level of rank suppression even destroyed his sanity in an instant, causing him to forget to cast spells and run away on his legs like an ordinary person.

Fortunately, he came to his senses in time now, but even if he was sober, Goer's heart was also bitter, if that being really came, he would probably be gone, and he didn't think that he could run away after casting a spell.

But it is better to resist than to sit still, and despite the sadness in his heart, Goerthe pulled out a few paintbrushes and boxes of paint from the package around his waist, and threw the paint boxes directly into the air, and then waved the brush, the tip of the brush passed through the paint that was spilled in the air, leaving ink marks in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a handsome image of a horse took shape in the void, and then the portrait became a reality, and the horse broke through the limitations of the dimension and descended here.

Goerthe did not hesitate, he leaped and climbed directly onto the horse's back, and then his legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse began to gallop.

And almost the next moment he got on his horse, a tide of shadows like water flooded his original position, and the tide formed by countless wizened ghost claws surged towards the galloping horses in front of him.

Goerthe rode his horse and glanced back at the original stall, and then almost lost his mind with fright.

I saw a monster more than ten feet tall really standing proudly, the monster's scarlet eyes flashed red, he was looking at himself, the corners of his mouth full of sharp teeth hooked a trace of arc, as if he was laughing at his indiscretion.

A tide of darkness gushed out from his feet, and the jet-black water that seemed to be the deterioration of everything in this world rolled as if it had self-awareness, like a huge slime began to chase after him, and small holes suddenly cracked in the slime's body formed by countless wizened ghost claws, and then a dripping eyeball appeared in the center of the crack.

These strange blood-red eyes curled into a comical shape at the corners of their eyes, looking at him as if they were mocking him, strange and permeating.

"I see you..."

"I see you....."

"I see you....."

Countless different voices rang in Goerder's ears, a strange combination of countless voices, including the murmurs of men and women, infants, the shrill voices of young people, the angry roars of adults, and even the faint but terrifying tone of an old man on the verge of death.

The voices just kept repeating the words in his ear........

"I see you....."

Even though Goerde himself was a demon, he still couldn't help but be afraid of this terrible scene.

Fortunately, the terrifying figure like a demon king, which made Goerd most feared, stood there without moving, he just stood there quietly, driving his shadow servants to chase after him.

"Okay, no problem, I can run away, it is impossible for this level of existence to completely descend to the human world, and the world consciousness will not allow it."

Goerthe turned his head and comforted himself, but the next time he looked back, his scalp exploded.

The figure that had just stood a few hundred meters away suddenly appeared behind him, he was standing on the wave of ghost hands and bending down at him, the huge face was so close to him that Goerd could already feel the sulfurous breath that escaped from the other party's breath.

"I've got you..."

Seeing Goerthe turn around, the cyan demon grinned, baring a mouth full of fangs, and he said so.

And so, the evil sound of the innumerable voices in the tide of shadows under his feet continued to be repeated.

"I've got you..."

"Got you....."

"Got you....."

............