The ability to summon Hellhound is one of the relatively simple and highly efficient skills that Yang Lan has mastered now, after he killed two monitors who were chatting and farting in the monitoring room, he used their flesh and blood to successfully summon Hellhound.

The lethality of these hellhounds greatly surprised Yang Lan's attention, and in just a few minutes, everyone present was incapacitated and most of the targets were cleared.

Yang Lan slowly walked forward with strange movements, he didn't seem to have fully grasped the huge power brought by this **, and he accidentally stepped on the floor under his feet just now.

The Leviathan consciousness in the body and his own human consciousness echoed each other, forming a huge chaotic vortex, at this time the Leviathan consciousness prevailed, and the evil thoughts of hell indulged out, but Yang Lan didn't care.

Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, if he completely lost his human nature, even he didn't know what to do.

Seeing the killing actions of these hellhounds, Yang Lan didn't even feel a trace of disgust and fear, but the ghosts that poured out of the bodies of these dead people seemed to have a great attraction to him.

He walked over to Motley, who was on his knees, and ordered the giants formed by the fusion of the Hellhounds to clean up the mercenaries who were not fighting but were still alive, and those who were tainted with sinful souls were still relatively tasty.

The screams around him came and went, Yang Lan grabbed Motley's hair and lifted him slowly, he seemed to have seen a similar scene dozens of minutes ago in the present world, but the actors were rearranged and replaced.

Or maybe the previous victim has changed from the main actor to the director, and he has the right to control all the variables of the existing information.

"Hello sir, we meet again, I don't know what time has passed, you seem to have taken a lot of care of my **."

Yang Lan spoke slowly, her eyes staring at Motley's distorted face with pain, and the smell of guilt in her nose made him tremble a little.

Mottley, whose hair was caught, had just been subjected to a sonic attack, and now he was still in a state of weakness, looking at the terrifying person in front of him, he could only barely utter a few syllables from his mouth: "What kind of monster are you?" ”

"Oh, you're so rude, I'm not a monster, just an ordinary repair shop apprentice."

Yang Lan whispered part of the truth, but in the next second, he yelled at the hateful man in front of him who dared to threaten his sister: "But apprentices are also angry, do you scumbags really think that you can control the life and death of others?" ”

Although the volume of the voice could not catch up with the terrifying infrasound waves of the Hellhound before, it was also like thunder, exploding in Motley's ear, his eardrum burst instantly, leaving blood in both ear holes.

"The intensity of sin in your body, like absinthe before a meal, can greatly increase a person's appetite, and I believe my lord will like this appetizer."

Yang Lan took a deep breath, it seemed that the sin fragrance on this man's body made his index finger move, but such a good thing was better as a nomination for Leviathan.

Then he let go of Motley's hair, Motley's body fell to the floor, Yang Lan's hands were wide open, and the flesh and blood of his lower body turned into a mysterious magic array, enveloping the entire hall.

The ghosts on the corpses around them screamed and struggled, but in the end, they couldn't escape the range of the magic array, and were pulled into another plane by the tentacles from the depths of the magic array.

And the Motley in front of him is a good gift that needs to be given to Leviathan, Yang Lan needs to use the tentacles that summon Leviathan to convert him into a missionary, and the other high priests must bring sinners to hell to convert them into missionaries, and Yang Lan, as an oracle, has also obtained some special permissions, that is, the ability to summon Leviathan's tentacles.

The tentacles resembled the reproductive organs of some mammals, and a total of four of them floated above Motley's head, two of which had long fleshy hooks deep out of the slits in the head, while the other two had their heads changing shape into large spikes.

The hook slowly hooked into the muscles of Motley's back, and then slowly hung him up, the pain continuing to accompany him, and he screamed to no avail.

When Yang Lan in front of him felt Motley's similar despair as before, the anger in his heart also calmed down a little, but the matter was not over, these were only the initial stages of the ritual.

The other two huge tentacles that turned into spikes also slowly inserted into Motley's **, and the sound of cracking skin and Motley's woman-like screams formed a beautiful serenade.

The two tentacles began to pour milky blue liquid into Motley's body, and Yang Lan guessed that the liquid should be Leviathan's flesh and blood.

Unlike Yang Lan, who completed the transformation in the transformation room, the behavior of the transformation in this world is more or less cruel, and I believe that the bravest warriors cannot watch a person flow blood from his body like a water pipe.

Motley finished replacing the liquid in his body in this way, and then was pulled into hell by the magic array at Yang Lan's feet.

After doing this, Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to think that the hellhound he summoned had nowhere to be placed, so he could only familiarize himself with the use of the hellhound in his head.

Within a few seconds, Yang Lan, who was brainstorming in his head, ordered the Hellhound to come to him.

After this terrifying giant slowly walked to his side, Yang Lan's ** suddenly cracked from the middle, and then spread out to both sides, like a bat with huge wings, and then forcefully closed to swallow the bright red giant formed by the fusion of hellhounds.

Then Yang Lan's alien state slowly returned to its original state, and the hellhound disappeared from Yang Lan as if it had never appeared.

But Yang Lan knew that this kind of storage method might be used often in the future, he seemed to have a vast starry sky in his body, which could be loaded with endless items, and for the time being, there was only one hellhound in it, and he believed that in the near future, he would add more creatures to it.

After doing all this, Yang Lan finally let go of the evil thoughts in his heart, the chaos in his body began to turn, the Leviathan consciousness began to slowly subside, and then the human consciousness prevailed.

Yang Lan vomited out, the smell of the surrounding fish made him vomit constantly, he couldn't have imagined that he could do these things so firmly before.

Although they are all ontological and consciousness is unified, Leviathan's evil thoughts also seem to suppress certain human emotions, such as fear and anxiety.

After an unknown amount of time, he stumbled away from the scene, and after leaving the disgusting blood, he slowly recovered his strength, and he couldn't help but think that if he vomited again, he might have to vomit his whole stomach out.

Before coming down, he managed to find a phone that one of the mercenaries was carrying, he dialed the number at home, hoping to get a response, and then after three rings, the phone was connected, and the answer was