Yevre, who was dressed in a new way, was also eager to try it when he heard the words of his master.

The skyrocketing strength, the majestic leather armor, and the mysterious backer brought enough confidence to the four-foot-tall Jevre.

"Master of the Wise Divine Martial Arts, the little one will continue to practice, and please go back to the bone recliner to rest. The production of leather armor consumes your hard-won strength, so leave the search for small bugs to the small ones. ”

Yevre, who was full of confidence, did not forget to observe the words and looks, and replied respectfully to the master.

Lias flapped his little wings sharply, and appeared on the miniature chaise longue, stretching his wrists and feet comfortably, his little head leaning against the curved backrest, and one of the pink wrists and feet waved forward, and the crisp sound reached Yevre's ears.

"Yevre, let's go! Master now has to close most of his senses, take a good rest, and you can play freely. ”

"When you have a big drama to watch, no! Find the goal, don't wake up the master casually when you want to practice, the master must enter a deep recovery. If there is any danger of life and death, you can still call the master, and the master will retain a trace of consciousness on you!"

Extremely tired, Lias stopped talking to Yevre, closed his eyes tightly, closed his senses, and fell into a deep sleep.

Knowing that he was well aware, Yevre listened carefully to the movement above his head, and then proceeded lightly to the rest of his memorial destinations.

Yevre walked silently in the darkness, silent except for the sound of his own footsteps and faint breathing.

The gravel floor was rugged, but there was not a trace of insects.

The cave is deep, hole after hole, but you can't see the object of practice.

Life is always like this.

When you're looking for something, you can't find it.

When you have completely given up, you will appear in front of you inadvertently.

Yevre, who was struggling to find a partner to practice, was in such a state.

I struggled to follow the danger zone in my memory, but apart from the silence and darkness, there were only a few rare glowing mosses.

Glowing moss of different colors shimmered slightly, bringing a little life to the dark cave space.

Yevre couldn't remember how many routes he had taken, or how long he had walked.

Patience wears off little by little, and anxiety continues to invade, so that the rejuvenated Jevre gradually abandons his original route and runs around randomly.

I hope that the existence in the dark will bless me, and I will always bump into them.

Before you know it, Jevre is lost.

The vast labyrinthine terrain was beyond Yevre's knowledge. If you choose the wrong fork in the road, you may make mistakes again and again, and you will never find your way back.

Suddenly, surprise caught in Yevre's tired green eyes, and a bug appeared.

Yevre hurried towards the bug, and the sudden surprise instantly turned into a fright.

It was the carcass of a giant snail, six feet tall, and it was spectacular.

A deep wound almost split it in two, and gray-brown bodily fluids flowed all over the floor.

The wound had a familiar feeling, like the wound of some kind of large, sharp weapon, especially like the scar left by the giant horizontal knife of the Bad Demon Captain.

Captain Bad Devil?

Yevre took a few steps back in an instant, and his little blue face turned pale in an instant.

I'm just looking for a few bugs with comparable strength to practice, do you need to play so big?

Even if the Bad Demon Captain is now in a state of serious injury, Yevre, who already has a shadow in his heart, is probably just a dish for abuse.

Dumbfounded, Yevre did not hesitate to avoid this dangerous route.

Suddenly, Yevre touched the majestic leather armor on his body, and a strange thought immediately invaded his body.

What's so terrible about the captain of the bad devil, he is also a backer now.

The master with amazing strength is playing with more than 10,000 ant beast swarms in the palm of his hand.

A strange sacrifice emitted countless smoke-like ropes, which made thousands of insects and beasts obediently capture.

Is it okay for Captain Bad?

He could only flee in a hurry in the insect tide.

It's just the captain of the inferior demon, even if you add the number of nearly a hundred mortal-level mid-realm inferior demon warriors, it's just a piece of cake, and it will be easily dusted by the master.

Yevre, who had a backer on his back, was full of courage in an instant, and he didn't intend to disturb the sleeping Lias in advance, shook the majestic new leather armor, drew the sharp dagger on his side, moved his two small short legs, and strode towards the direction where the giant snail fell to the ground.

Along the way, there were more and more corpses of insects and beasts that fell to the ground.

There are not only dozens of giant snails, but also hundreds of colorful fleas, and nearly a hundred dark lizards.....

"It's so cruel! No wonder he slaughtered the people of the Guluo tribe at will, and he didn't even let go of a live insect along the way. The dark lizards are more like they have been taken by a nest, big and small, old and young, all dead on the ground. ”

Yevre, who was expecting his master to kill in all directions, wantonly commented on the bad demon that was once out of reach.

There is no fear in the bottom of my heart, only the eagerness to look forward to the master waking up and sweeping all directions.

Yevre had been following the route marked by various corpses, and slowly walked for nearly an hour, when suddenly there was a faint sound of fighting.

"We're going to meet, we're finally going to meet again! The hateful and terrifying Bad Demon Captain should be very excited to see him. I haven't seen you in a short time, and I must still be deeply hating myself. ”

"However, the situation has taken a radical turn, and now are you ready to die? Will you be cut by a thousand knives in front of your powerful master, or will you be crushed and scattered? ”

Jevre gritted his teeth, frowned, and shook his arms unconsciously, caught up in an inextricable fantasy.

Yevre, who was already in his chest, was no longer afraid of everything, but he still lowered his footsteps and slowly approached the place where the Bad Demon Captain was fighting.

After enjoying a free battle, I'm going to give Captain Bad a big surprise.

Yevre quietly came to a bend, and the sound of a fight could be heard less than three hundred feet ahead.

Odd?

With such a noisy fight, it doesn't look like there is only the captain of the bad demons, and there seem to be a lot of bad demon warriors.

Jevre recalls some details that he had overlooked in the midst of the surprise.

It seems that there are a lot of footprints on the ground along the way, and it looks a little messy.

But what if there are more bad demons? It's not just the master's meal.

Infused with infinite confidence again, Yevre fearlessly and secretly looked at the place where the evil demons were fighting.

Sure enough, it's really those bad demons.

Standing behind the brigade of inferior demons is not the one-armed inferior demon captain.

Even without the monster python skin armor on the upper body, the fine scales are scattered, and even the whole body is covered with scars that have been closed, Yevre will not mistake this hateful guy.

It was this guy who chased himself to the sky and ran for his life, and almost died in the mutant ant beast colony.

If it weren't for his fate, where would he wait for the appearance of the backer and usher in the dawn of life.

The Captain of the Bad Demon is commanding about eighty tall, short, fat, and uneven Bad Demon Warriors, slaughtering a group of colorful fleas with ease.