The hunter will scatter the bait in advance to let the prey let its guard down, and then deliver the deadliest blow at the critical moment.

And some of the baits that can walk, no matter how you look at it, they look very peculiar, very much, right?

The abyssal demon shook the huge long knife in his hand, and a pair of evil eyes above the hilt lit up, and a road map appeared from above.

The demons of the Abyss rarely use words to record things, and they usually choose something as a vehicle for recording, or they rely more on their own will and energy.

After all, most demons only have one chance to survive, so true knowledge will only be in the hands of those demons who have lived for a long time. For example, those high-level demon layer masters, the overlords of the abyss.

Looking at the road maps above, it is not much different from what I remember. But this is not enough, and those things that are revealed on the surface are too false after all.

Raphael would never have believed that a timid and cunning fellow would reveal his innermost emotions to others, even if they were cronies, they would be wary. So this kind of person usually lives a long time, and usually knows how to sweep the tail while walking.

However, the prey is cunning, as long as the hunter has the heart, he can always find a few flaws.

"Continue to act according to the original plan and make the tenth floor more lively, so that the sand can be lifted all over the sky, so that those guys inside can't help but run out to catch their breath." Raphael's gaze was calm, without any urgency. Although he is in the bottomless abyss, the news is not closed.

Iyeft Abraham informs him of the events that are happening on the continent of Io every day in the spirit world, but he is prone to 'bad signals'. After all, it's an interdimensional spiritual transmission, which is not the same as the contract he made with Karina, it's just a small component attached to the soul weaver, and you can't expect it to be flawless, and being able to transmit brief messages is already very satisfying to Raphael.

"Don't worry, sir. This kind of thing is just too simple, no matter what kind of chaos adults want. I'll help you figure it out. The demon of the abyss beat his chest like a drum, for fear that Raphael would question his business skills.

"Well, there you go. I'm here alone to think about it. Raphael nodded, then waved him away.

"Yes, sir!" The Abyssal Demon nodded repeatedly, and walked away quickly. For some reason, staying by Raphael's side always made him feel a very strong sense of crisis, like a mouse seeing a cat. This feeling did not come from the strength that Raphael had shown before, but a kind of alertness brought to him by intuition.

This man, very dangerous, very dangerous!

Raphael waved his hand in front of him, and the magic intertwined into a pale blue piece of paper with a map on it, a sketchy topographical map of the tenth level of the Bottomless Abyss, which Walkford had previously summoned to take on this role. Raphael didn't know exactly what kind of means this guy used, anyway, he had explored the tenth layer in one day.

Originally, he wanted to put Walkford in the role of detail, but Walkford was very careful to explain some of the stakes. Changelings can transform into various forms according to the summoner's ideas, and inherit the strength of the original creatures according to their own rank. But this change is not absolutely perfect, and if there is a mismatch, Raphael's action will undoubtedly not succeed.

You may think that this is Walkford's greed for life and fear of death, but this is not the case, and the Changeling Monsters can be reborn even if they have only a little scum left. And like the lich, they will leave their mark in the space formed by the will form of the ancient mage.

It can be said that as long as the space formed by the ancient mages in the form of their will is not destroyed, they have the ability to be almost immortal.

Although it could not be regarded as a detailed work, Raphael still let Walkford hang far behind Frederick Gladstone to bring him a real-time report.

On the map, a dense route is outlined, and from the route, the team led by Frederick Gladstone looks like a group of stragglers, with no fixed location. With such a development, it seems that the only way to get him into the trap is to be blind?

But this kind of probability of waiting for the rabbit Raphael naturally did not count on it, Raphael's thoughts surged, and one route after another was superimposed by him.

"This, this, and here." Raphael looked at the places with the most overlaps on it, and no matter how much the route changed, these five places were frequented more than a dozen times. Now Raphael can only use this method of elimination to detect the location of Frederick Gladstone.

Tell the Abyssal Demon about these five locations, and see what Frederick Gladstone will do.

Just as Raphael continued to think about the layout, a message came from the continent of Io.

"The Southern Chamber of Commerce has seen people disappear one after another."

Southern Chamber of Commerce? Raphael's brow furrowed tightly, the frenzy of despair had started so soon?

"These restless evil gods are about to come out and make trouble so soon? There's no time to catch your breath. Raphael cursed in his heart, he was already alert when he heard that the residents of a city had disappeared, and he didn't expect the other party to move so quickly. Aren't they afraid that the gods will be alert?

Raphael felt that with the arrival of this year of expedition, time not only did not choose to be tolerant, but became more harsh.

"What do I care, these things are better left to the gods of justice to worry about." Although he thought so in his heart, Raphael's face did not feel the slightest lightheart.

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"This new layer master is really a guy with all the muscles in his head, and he has turned the entire tenth layer upside down." Frederick Gladstone wriggled his bloated body, muttering words and destroying several of his secret bases because of the damn battle.

Unintentional, heartless?

Frederick Gladstone's gaze was very sharp, obviously murderous. Although there is never a shortage of battles on weekdays, at least there will not be such a big shock. Now the tenth floor is bustling like a luxury store with a half-fold, and there is no stability or dissipation at all.

In particular, the demons of the bottomless abyss have no concept of time, and once this kind of battle is set off, unless it is strictly forbidden by the people above, such a battle will continue forever.

"This kind of consumption is to make cakes for the layers of other layers." Transformed into an abyssal sandworm, he shrank underground, watching the continuous battle with a pair of eyes. He was already thinking about whether to move to other layers, but he also knew in his heart that it was just a thought.

If he has such a move, he will definitely not be able to hide it from the new layer master. The only way to put an end to this is to change the Layer Master, or to continue to huddle in a corner and wait for it to end.

"This is my last secret base!" His heart was roaring wildly, and five secret bases became battlefields one after another. These places are all remote, and there are usually no demon tribes settled here, and there are just a few scattered cowardly demons who wander by aimlessly, and these guys are just new subordinates to him.

This time, Frederick Gladstone felt that the new boss should be taught a lesson. The demons under his command quietly joined the battle.

In the sky, a huge figure flapped its wings, and a huge long knife fell heavily, hitting the ground, and a terrifying energy rushed in all directions like substance, and hundreds of demons of different races became the nutrients on his body.

"A bunch of demons you've never seen before?" It was none other than the Abyss Demon.

"Obey or die!" The Abyssal Demon spoke in a very pure demonic language, and the power of his body suddenly pressed against the group of demon troops under Frederick Gladstone.

The powerful oppressive force brought by the superior demons caused fear and uneasiness in the hearts of these guys, and many demons were already kneeling on the ground.

Frederick Gladstone watched the situation in front of him silently, and did not make the slightest move in the face of the mutiny of his men. He was observing, observing the strength of this layer master.

"The strength is really good, it is more than enough to be a layer master, if it weren't for you to provoke me Frederick Gladstone, you might still be able to be in front of this layer master safely. But blame yourself for being too stupid and reckless! ”

The abyssal sandworm slowly approached the battle, and even at this time, he was still so careful and vigilant.

Waiting for an opportunity to prepare for a sneak attack is his usual fighting style, and it is also the one he is most proud of.

Because, he once killed a god through this method of fighting, even if it was just a manifestation of divine power.

But even so, such an impressive record is enough for anyone to brag about it for a lifetime!

The abyssal demon didn't even notice that behind him, a poisonous snake was preparing to strike a fatal blow at him, and the long knife in his hand was still wielding wantonly, taking the lives of those who would not submit.

The wanton laughter, the long knife that emitted a rich fire, in this crimson world, reflected everything so manic.

A figure came out from behind the abyssal demon, but the bloated hand was as fast as an arrow from the string, and there was an unusually faint energy fluctuation on it, and a single blow was fatal.

No one doubts that this trick can kill an abyssal demon, just as no one doubts that a whale can eat a small fish.

And just as Frederick Gladstone was about to take his hand, a cloud of light appeared from the body of the abyssal demon, and the light suddenly extended out, so that all the demons couldn't help but close their eyes.

But Frederick Gladstone didn't dare to close his eyes, staring at everything that was happening in front of him, and he could see that this was a magic circle!

In the light and shadow, runes flew in the air one by one, completely encompassing the bodies of the two people.

I knew in my heart that I was going to suffer, even a stupid person knew that he was being calculated, let alone him.

I wanted to pull away, but I felt as if my body was being imprisoned by strong chains, and I wanted to move, but I found that I couldn't move at all.

The circle continued and stretched outward.

Not far away, within a molten slurry, a figure slowly came out of it, and the molten slurry on its body fell below little by little, causing ripples. And this figure is none other than Raphael.

Frederick Gladstone was indeed able to endure it, and this was the fifth time that he had been arranged, and he was ready to think long if he didn't succeed. After all, he is not a demon, so the will of the bottomless abyss is constantly exerting pressure on him.

Although he had experienced this feeling at the beginning, the pressure seemed to increase as his strength increased. He could feel the pain of those high-level devils.

Raphael kept spitting out a very strange syllable, slow but powerful.

With each syllable he spat out, the light of the formation beside the Abyssal Demon and Frederick Gladstone grew stronger and stronger, as if there was an extra sun in the bottomless abyss.

In his hand, a pen the size of a telephone pole, but the size was not a problem for Raphael now, and he waved it quickly.

At the same time, rolls of characters that Raphael had prepared earlier floated out of the storage space.

Three-pronged, just for this moment!

The circle was like a clock, with three long hands appearing inside it, moving very slowly at first. But gradually, the speed of these three hands became faster and faster, and finally turned into a series of afterimages.

The suppressive force was getting stronger and stronger, and the abyssal demon within it had collapsed to the ground like a fish out of water, leaving only the fear on his breath and face.

This scene may be imprinted in his mind forever, and he will never forget it for eternity!

"Who are you......" Frederick Gladstone braced himself to keep himself from falling, looking at the figure and asking this question.

He couldn't remember that he had provoked such a powerful human, and since his last trip to Werner, Frederick Gladstone had never chosen to enter the continent of Io, feeling the danger of it. So he never thought that the black hand behind this would be a human being.

But before he could finish his question, the light and shadow around him suddenly shrank inward, and a more powerful pressure pressed down on his body, not only that, but he felt that his body was being pulled by a force that he couldn't resist!

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