Towson is beautiful during the day, but at night it is still a little scary.

The wind was terrible, the trees swayed, the vast vineyards cast the shadows of demons dancing, and the wilderness was infested with all kinds of monsters. The mountains cringe like giant beasts at the end of the sky and the earth, with only sporadic fires flickering in their field of vision...... Looking at the dark road, the Ranger Knight Yarlin shuddered fiercely, turned his horse's head and accelerated in the direction of the Silver Salamander's Inn.

I must have drunk too much today to run that far in one sitting, almost at night!

Prophet Rebioda, you know that I almost got into the mire and became a new water ghost...... Fortunately, his horse knew the way, and still led him steadily in the direction of the silver salamander in the night.

But just as he saw the light of the torches in the inn from afar, he suddenly heard a terrible voice in the darkness of the wilderness! The sound pierced his ears like a dagger, causing Arrin to fall off his horse with a "poof".

He heard someone groan, "O my assistant, the whole of the swamp of Towcent whispered your name: pinch...... Kill him, strangle him, strangle him is equivalent to saving the world, otherwise he will definitely cheat in the future......"

The voice was low, but it was far away in the wilderness!

Arrin trembled like a fall into an ice cellar.

That spell sounded weird and made him want to vomit even more! And the process was like a chant and a curse, and although he understood every word of what was said, Arrin swore that it was not what he heard...... In particular, the word "death" repeatedly mentioned in it made Arrin sure that it was an extremely evil magic!

Sure enough...... Just as he was thinking this, a sudden green light lit up the nearby sky.

Arrin saw a dark figure standing in the depths of the wilderness, holding aloft a cloud of green light. In front of the black shadow, a monster as large as a mountain was slowly crawling out of the void...... O Rebioda! What a terrifying monster it was, never seen in even the deepest nightmares! It's like a combination of a hill giant and countless serpents!

The crazy wriggling "snake hair" seen in the green light made Yarlin's whole body stiff and his legs weak; The bottom of my heart is cold, and my crotch is hot...... It's over, all the mamino I drank today is gone.

At this moment, a huge "snake hair" swept over the road near him with an inadvertent "bang" as it waved.

Suddenly Arlin, who had been frightened, came to life, climbed on his horse, and galloped wildly in the direction of the inn! Behind him, the green light faded out, but Arrin knew that the monster must still be watching him, maybe still chasing after him......

As he ran wildly, a thought suddenly came to him, am I really suitable for the job of hunting demon hunters?

*****

"Assistant One, isn't it too unkind for us to do this?" Shen Yan said as he stood on the summoned tentacle monster and headed towards the depths of the Sansredo swamp.

That's right, he deliberately scared Yarlin just now - no one can take advantage of Shen Yan without paying the price!

The tentacle monster wouldn't answer, it was still the same loveless look. As a monster, I've been summoned lately.,It's going to become a fixed service.,How do I crack it? Waiting online, it's in a hurry.

Shen Yan really likes to summon this monster with hundreds of tentacles, because it is so easy to use - whether it is a laboratory helper or a logistics staff, he is very competent, and he is even super good at cutting wood to build a house and doing farm work and mixing raw materials!

In terms of practicality, what can be beaten is a fart! Where is it more useful than to get started? Looking at Shen Yan's special name for it "Assistant No. 1", you can know that if there is no accident, it will definitely change from a part-time summoner to a full-time summoner.

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After nightfall, it is time for the water spirits to officially start their activities.

Thousands of water spirits and swamp witches emerge from the mud and search for food in the night-shrouded swamps.

From the very beginning, Shen Yan knew where the difficulty of this commission was—he was confident in his own strength, and he was also confident in the number of water ghosts—the real difficulty was that he didn't know how much money was still in Tao Sente's treasury......

"Come on, Assistant One, let's have a Maori war dance first." Looking at the shadowy night swamp, Shen Yan ordered.

So the crawling tentacle monster stopped, first sorted out the hundreds of tentacles into four similar parts, and then stepped on them one or three times, "Boom! "Smack!" ", good; Again, two or four steps, "Knock! "Smack!" "Very good!

So the majestic "Bang Bang! "Bang Bang! The sound began to sound in unison in the swamp night!

Raise in unison, fall in unison, trample on muddy water, and sway water droplets! As it dances, hundreds of tentacles make a neat "swish" sound in the air! Mighty and majestic!

It's like an army of hundreds of people, slapping the shield and agitating, moving forward in array!

The impassioned Maori war dance is like a taunt – making a sound that attracts water spirits and swamp witches within a ten-kilometre radius. Since swamp monsters are able to burrow into the mud and hide, stepping on the swamp gives them a natural sense of security, allowing them to come and watch without fear.

But the night also hides the tentacle monsters, and the swamp monsters generally have infrared vision, but the tentacle monsters in the land of the gods and deaths have no body temperature at all.

So much so that when they came around, they didn't know what kind of monster they were surrounding them.

*****

Slaughter?

My family doesn't do that kind of thing.

Shen Yan raised his magic wand, and the yellow-green cloud condensed at the end of the wand was first launched in one direction, and then spread across the swamp water surface and quickly expanded into a fog area with a diameter of 40 feet. And after drifting with the wind, the pervasive area is far more than 40 feet. The group of water ghosts shrouded in the clouds let out countless short screams, and then they all fell down like mowing grass, turning into corpses floating on the mud.

The more powerful swamp witch only made a few small splashes and fell to the ground.

No blood, no horrific wounds, this is killing in its purest form!

Shen Yan waved his wand and without hesitation, he launched clouds towards the place around the tentacle monster where the sound of water ghosts was dense, turning the swampy area into a dead silence. The efficiency is like a harvester.

This was the first time that Shen Yan's five-ring magic [Death Cloud Technique] had been used almost before, and it was the first time that it had revealed its true fangs!

[Death Cloud Technique] is capable of mass-killing weak lifeforms, and it is the magic that Shen Yan chose for the purpose of cracking the tactics of the sea of people. Unfortunately, when he chose this spell, the first siege he encountered was actually a wild hunt that turned into a ghost state, and they were not lifeforms at all!

Therefore, it is only now that the [Death Cloud Technique] comes in handy for the first time.

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Looking at the surrounding area gradually turning into a silent domain, Shen Yan stopped holding his cane and patted his assistant No. 1, who was still dancing.

"Okay, don't jump, stop and look at this mud idea...... Man, I've done the main work, and I'll leave the rest to you. ”

Taking the main credit, Shen Yan took out the tent and unfolded it and put it on Touch's back. The back of the tentacle monster can remain stationary even when it moves, and it is even more stable than a carriage. He set up the tent here, the rope could be pulled by the touch, and he didn't have to worry about getting into the tent to read and sleep.

The tentacle monster relied on hundreds of tentacles to wriggle, moving smoothly and silently through the swamp. The divine monsters of the Land of the Dead are also not living beings, and they can burrow into the poison cloud without any effect, and their tentacles can roll up the corpses of swamp monsters.

First, they discerned, and then cut off the left ear or claw as proof of the crusade against the monster; The rest of the corpses were bled and dissected, and the parts suitable for alchemy were sorted and placed neatly, and even preliminary treatment was required to prevent decay and deterioration; The rest of the corpses were thrown into the swamp......

Assistant No. 1 repeats this process over and over again, like an infinite assembly line in a slaughterhouse, where everything is done in an orderly and silent manner, never disturbing anyone's peace and joy.

After that, every two hours, Shen Yan would drill out of the tent and launch a cloud of death, killing on a large scale! Other times, he hid in the tent and read a book to recover his secondary powers by the way, and so on.

As the bags are filled with hills of ears and alchemical materials, the water ghosts of the Sansredo swamps ...... It's about to be a thing of the past.

Shen Yan drove the Assistant No. 1 and stepped on a piece of hard land in the center of the swamp.

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