Cizer, who had fallen to the ground, slowly retreated, blood pouring out of the bloody hole in his right leg and merging into a small river. Inevitably, Cezel's face turned pale.

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss, or if I saw the cloaked man now.

The cloak man who had regained his feet had revealed his true colors.

I saw that the hole in his chest did not shed a drop of blood, and through the broken cloak, it could be seen that the wound that could have been seen on the other side of the alley was healing rapidly, and soon turned into a complete chest, and there were no traces of injuries.

And his dark tentacles, which had just been torn off, melted directly into a pool of viscous black liquid, which slowly flowed to the cloaked man's feet under Cezel's gaze, squirming along his legs and upward body, and was reabsorbed by him in the blink of an eye.

From this angle, Cizer could see the cloak man's sarcoma-covered face, and there was no trace of humanity on it. His blood-red eyes were fixed on Cezel, his eyes full of madness.

Cizer couldn't be surprised, at this time, his body had already revealed the sequelae of the demonization he had just been, and both his strength and reaction speed were very different from before.

It's a dead end!

But he doesn't want to die yet!

Cizer tried to summon the vortex of demonic energy in his body to see if he could demonize it again. It's just that his mind seems to sink into the sea, and the demonic energy vortex is spinning smoothly on its own, and he doesn't even bother to take care of him.

The cloaked man's previous injuries seemed to have healed, and black whip-like tentacles reappeared behind him. As he slowly approached Cizer, black tentacles appeared in front of Cizer first, as if they were about to pierce him in the next second.

The corners of the cloaked man's mouth, hidden beneath the sarcoma, curled in an eerie arc.

Damn it!

Cizer had given up on calling the demonic vortex and turned his attention to his own mind.

"Hermes, hurry up and find a way, or you'll be homeless!"

This was Cezel's last hope, and the self-proclaimed god didn't know how much strength he had left.

"It's really useless! ”

As the voice of response sounded, Cizer's body suddenly changed, and a powerful summoning intent swept through his body.

The whirling vortex of demonic qi suddenly paused, then suddenly shrank and spewed out a blood-eyed rune.

It wasn't the first time Cizer had seen it, the last time it was when he drew the Holy Sword, and the rune had taken on an unusual side.

As soon as the blood-eye rune appeared, it emitted a hazy glow, shining through Cizer's body

When it came to the cloaked man's body, it was gentle as if there was no weight.

"Ahh

To Cizer's surprise, the cloaked man's black tentacles made a sizzling sound as if ice had met a blazing flame, and the cloaked man let out a howl of pain.

At the same time, Hermes's voice rang in Cezel's head again.

"The next time you encounter a dark creature, let this rune come out, and ordinary mongrels won't dare to touch you. The voice fell silent, and Cizer called several times in succession, but there was no response.

But the scene in front of him still surprised Cizer, he couldn't imagine that this small rune could have such a huge reaction to such a powerful creature.

It's like encountering a natural enemy who has been restrained to death.

"Ahh

The cloaked man's howl continued, and he was seen clasping his head in both hands, and the black tentacles behind him crumbled again, spilling countless black liquids into the alley, and some of them spilling onto Cezel's body.

To Cizer's horror, the black liquid seemed to have life, all of which had merged into his injured right foot. Then, under Cezel's gaze, the bloody hole in his right leg healed as quickly as the Cloaked Man had before.

Oh, my God!

Cizer didn't know what to say, when he suddenly felt an unfamiliar force in his right arm about to move, giving him an inexplicable sense of fear.

It's as if there's a demon sealed there.

It's just that all the sealed demons will break through the cage one day.

It's just a matter of morning and evening.

Cezel's weakened body was brought back to life by the influx of power, and as he looked at the cloaked man howling in pain in front of him, his mind returned to the battlefield of the Night Castle.

The Tree Demon roared, and a black magic array on the ground slowly swirled, and a force representing the most evil in the world poured into its body.

"Dark Touch!" the Tree Demon roared, the dark magic condensing into countless black tentacles that tore everything in sight. A blank space appeared on the battlefield in an instant.

"Touch of Darkness!" Cizer said calmly as he stood up, looking at the mad beast in front of him. Behind him appeared an abyss, as if it were the darkest place in the world, absorbing all the light, and sinking into it even if you looked at it.

Syllable!

A black tentacle sprang out of it and slammed into the cloaked man's body, sending him flying far away.

"Whew!"

The Cloaked Man let out a terrible scream as he landed on the ground, but away from the light emanating from Cezel's body, the Cloaked Man felt a lot less pain.

I saw that he quickly got up and glanced in the direction of Cizer with fear, and there was no threat in his blood-red eyes, but full of fear.

It's as if a jackal has met a lion a hundred times fiercer than himself.

The black tentacles behind Cizer are much more condensed than the former Dryad or the cloaked man in front of him, maybe inferior in quantity, but the quality is definitely far superior to the two!

The black tentacles behind the cloaked man were slowly trembling, as if sensing something terrible, or something more advanced than himself.

The cloaked man whimpered softly twice, and left the place like a wounded wolf, as if it was about to escape from the hunter's encirclement, and did not even look back.

And as the cloaked man disappeared into the alleyway, Cizer felt as if something had been removed from his body, and soreness and suffocation appeared on him at the same time.

I saw his body convulse and fall, and the depths of Cezel's eyes had turned black like an abyss at some point, but as the dark power dissipated, the whites of his eyes were slowly appearing.

"Quick! don't let him run!" a voice rang out at the mouth of the alley as Cizer passed out. Then there was a dense sound of footsteps, as if a large number of people were coming.

"Damn! we're late!" Dictor said, looking at the mess in the alley, and subconsciously thought that another tragedy had happened.

"Report!Two victims were found, both unconscious!" a soldier concluded after examining the bodies of Cizer and Susan.

"What!?" Dictor was surprised at this time, because there had never been a living mouth at the scene of the previous crime, not even a living animal, and this was what he hated deeply.

"Send them to treatment at once! Find out their identities! Arrange for them to be protected in the strictest possible way! Be sure to ask for information about the murderer as soon as they wake up!" The officer had just entered the alley when he heard the news, and immediately made an order.

"Yes!" the soldier replied, and then he beckoned three men to carry Cizer and the two men elsewhere, presumably for treatment.

"Well, I still haven't been able to catch up!" Dictor looked at the marks on the ground, and saw that someone had left the place before they arrived, and had cleared the way of his own escape.

The officer patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

"You've done your best. No one knew that he had once again surprised everyone, choosing a place far away from the slums and so easy to find to commit the crime. But thankfully, we're not going to be out of the cracks this time. ”

"Hmm!" Dictor nodded, he knew that these two were the key to solving his case.

Wake up!