The most troublesome guy was disposed of, and Julius felt a lot easier. He didn't let his guard down, there should be an old man in the same black robe next to him in this hall. But when he looked around, he found that the old black robe was gone. Thanks to the demon's fire attack, which did not distinguish between friend and foe, the old black-robed man did not dare to attack Julius, and if the spell accidentally hit the demon, it was hard to say whether the demon would shift the target.

But when Julius had dealt with the demon and was now exhausted, it was supposed to be the best time for him to deal with Julius, but he disappeared. Julius was not happy about this, he preferred that the old man stay here, so that he could get rid of the old man as well, at least no one would immediately call for help and bring more people. Just thinking that there might be a bunch of black robes next, Julius felt his scalp tingle. Now that the other black-robed man had left, he was now given a temporary respite. He sat down on the ground with the hilt of his sword tossed aside—this thing was of no use, and it was better to throw it away than to take it back and add another piece of iron, no one would be happy to dispose of such a thing that had been melted into a lump of iron, and it would be troublesome to take it back to the furnace as molten iron.

Julius, who sat down, gasped violently, the flames on his body had been extinguished, and without the flames to shield him, there were only a few strips of cloth left on his body, and he could not even cover the important places. But the way he looks now, even if he is seen by the young girl, it probably won't cause screams...... Only shouts of panic are emitted.

No part of Julius's body is intact now, and the whole person is a piece of charcoal, but he is still alive. If Julius could see what he was like at this time, he would probably be surprised why he was still alive - as long as he lay motionless on the ground, no one would doubt whether he was still alive and too dead to die.

But he didn't die, there was a corpse beside him, and now he didn't move.

When his mind relaxed, the pain seemed to return to Julius. He felt that all the skin on his body was torn apart, and there was no place that was not painful, and it reminded him of the days when his skin was cracked by the waves under the cape—and now it was even stronger, it was not a cold knife of water, and if Julius had to choose between the sea and the flames, he would rather go back to the sea for a few more days.

In addition to the pain, Julius couldn't help but want to reach out and scratch the black skin on his body, but when his fingers touched the skin, the pain made him unable to do it at all, it was too painful.

When Julius was given a chance to breathe, the old black-robed man walked briskly through the passage. When Julius plunged his sword into the demon's body, he turned away from the heat of hell. The demon's indiscriminate attacks were one reason, and Julius's tenacity also made him feel a little scared. This is definitely not an ordinary imp, and it is impossible for a small imp to endure such high temperatures at close range. What's even more exaggerated is that even if the iron sword was melted, his flesh and blood body was not burned to ashes, but turned into flames together.

This is definitely not a normal thing, and the old black robe chose to avoid it for the time being. Rather than confronting the strange boy himself, he cautiously chose to call the rest of his companions back and wait for more people to come back and deal with the strange rats with him. He wasn't worried about Julius if he would just run away, his tracking spell was still in effect, and even if there was only one small ball of light left, Julius wouldn't be able to get rid of it—rather, if there was only one left, the old black robe would be better able to concentrate on his position. He had left the hall and had not seen the battle to the end, but he could feel the demon's breath disappear - the scream had reached his ears, it would not have been Julius' voice, it could only be that of the devil. As for his young companion, he did not think that there was salvation.

He walked briskly through the passageway, already thinking about leaving this dangerous place first, and there were so many surprises that he feared that there was something else that had followed the flowing water besides two rats, maybe not just rats. If it really comes to a very urgent time, he may have to use what he presses at the bottom of the box and leave here directly......

But if he is too cautious, he is timid, he doesn't want his evaluation to deteriorate, which is not a good thing for an old man like him.

It's not too difficult to tell others that something has happened here, just get the word out. The old black-robed man walked briskly, opened the magic book in his hand, and touched one of the pages with his fingers......

Then he felt a pain in his throat, and a stream of liquid poured out of his throat, and it was warm and had a sweet smell that was a little fishy—blood was pouring out of his throat.

He coughed a few times, and blood spurted out of his mouth and landed on his black robe. He wanted to make a sound, but with his throat pierced, he could only utter syllables that could not form words - meaning he could not use spells. He had wanted to use the scroll spells that had been prepared for a long time, but then he found that what little magic he had left was rapidly draining away, just like the blood in his body.

He covered his mouth, looked down, and saw something piercing through his throat. It looked like a cane, not pointed at the tip, but it just ran through his throat without giving him any time to react. He also has some protective props on him, and it shouldn't be like this......

"Why run away?" he heard a girl's voice behind him, "that kid is exhausted, and you can restrain him with a little effort...... Or just kill him. Unfortunately, you ran away - you may think of it as a sign of caution, but I don't like to see that, especially if you're planning to call other friends. ”

The old black robe wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, and the blood and magic in his body were draining rapidly.

"Farewell, old man, rest with your companions. ”

The old black robe, his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness.