The palace in front of him is something Firmino does not dare to break into. www.biquge.info Although it should not be particularly difficult to climb the outer wall of the palace with those corpses under the city wall as ladders, it is always a very frustrating thing to climb up from so many corpses.

What's more, he was a little panicked. This is a hint from the survival instinct, which tells him that if he really climbs up the corpse, he probably won't be able to climb to the top of the city alive.

When he walked slowly along the outer corner of the palace for more than two hours, he found that his survival instinct was still very correct.

He looked at the top of a section of the city wall directly north of the palace in a cold sweat, and four guys in black robes were holding magic staffs. Streams of dark purple magic that looked inconspicuous in the dark night were released from them in a visible way, most of which faintly passed into the place where the corpses were piled up on the edge of the wall through the lines under their feet, and a small part quickly dissipated with the wind.

Firmino, who was in a cold sweat, was very glad that he had not acted recklessly just now.

Although, there were traces of magic in the place where he was just now, but looking at it like this, even if he didn't know anything about magic, he knew that those accumulated corpses must be inseparable from magic. He was 100% sure that if he had touched those corpses just now, he would have been discovered immediately.

Seeing this, Firmino felt that there was no need for him to continue exploring. Although, he still doesn't know what the hell those black-robed mages or warlocks are doing at the moment, but this must be a shocking event. He just needs to report what he has seen with his own eyes so far according to the facts, as for what kind of judgment the bigwigs above will have after seeing such news, it depends on the bigwigs.

It's not that he doesn't want to make things clearer, it's that this matter is clearly beyond his ability. He didn't know much about magic, and he was very self-aware, and if he continued to investigate, he couldn't figure out what these warlocks were doing.

He was ready to evacuate.

Exiting the heart of the city is more troublesome than when you come. It's not because the garrison has become more tight, but after seeing the shocking information, Firmino, who has been working in this line for a year and has been praised as a 'gold medal agent' by Chapell, will also feel a little flustered, and can't help but become more cautious, acting cautiously, not daring to disturb the enemy for half a minute.

Before, he didn't know, but he felt that even if he was discovered, he could escape with his own skills. Can now? Didn't he think that after seeing such a big thing, if he showed up, the enemy would easily let him go?

However, in the second half of the night, when he had just sent out what he had seen to the city through special means, and was about to escape from the city, a change occurred. This mutation made him know what the hell those warlocks were up to.

The demons that filled the mountains and rushed out of the center of the city made Fimirno's scalp tingle before he had time to leave the city!

"The Holy Lord is on the ......" He looked downstairs in amazement, the large number of demons, the total number of which may have exceeded thousands, like wild horses on the loose, stirred up the city that had already become a dead silence.

It was really hilarious.

Originally, Firmino still had some confidence in his investigation methods, but what he didn't expect was that there were actually so many people hiding on the seemingly empty streets.

Firmino hadn't surveyed the streets closely, so he didn't find the people who were hiding. But those demons rushing up on the streets don't care so much, they use their noses, through various means, as long as they find the trace of a living person, and then a group of demons will pounce on them, and in the roar of excitement, quickly tear a living person to pieces.

Firmino guessed that this was the effect of those corpses in the hands of the warlocks. These demons must have been summoned!

Legend has it that there are evil magical rituals that can open the gates of the abyss and summon demons through human blood, dead corpses, and souls.

Moreover, with this posture, the number of demons will not be small.

Firmino didn't intend to count how many demons there were, and he couldn't even make the slightest estimate. It's not that he doesn't want to, in fact, with his ability to be an excellent scout captain and now a gold medal agent, as long as he finds a high place and looks around, even if he can't get an accurate number, it is still not a big problem to be accurate to the thousands.

It's just that he really doesn't have such an opportunity.

The demons stalked the living at a terrifying level, and Firmino tried several times to hide, but was caught. Fortunately, he was lucky, the two or three times he was caught, he encountered monsters of the level of cowardly demons and quasai demons, although there were a lot of them, but they were not powerful, and Fimirno didn't plan to kill them all, just wanted to escape, then it was still possible.

But one time it was unlucky. When he was about to go to a high-rise building to investigate and estimate the number of demons in the city, he was targeted by a two-winged horned demon.

Although the Winged Horned Demon has wings on its back, it also has a certain flight ability, but this flying ability is actually very good. They can't sustain long flights, because their seemingly large wings don't actually provide them with the ability to maneuver like birds.

However, they can hover in mid-air for a short time.

The winged horned demon who had been eyeing Firmino rushed towards Fimirno from the second floor of the room opposite his location, holding a fat thigh that had just been ripped off a beautiful woman.

Keenly aware of the opponent's secret agent, he hurriedly dodged, but was still scratched by the Horned Demon's lower limb and a wound on his shoulder.

Firmino sensed the danger coming, he endured the pain, and before he could turn around, he quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it in the direction of the wind behind him without looking.

With a sharp howl, Firmino's body was thrown directly downstairs by a powerful force, and with him, the body of the Winged Horned Demon fell.

Luck can be good and bad. The bad part is that the wrist of his right hand that he used to hold the dagger seems to have cracked bones, and he may have broken two ribs when he fell. The good thing is that there are no traces of demons in this narrow alley where you fell.

Not daring to slack off any longer, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and fled out of the city.