Chapter 56: The Alien Finally Becomes (Chapter 2)

Jet-black.

In the ashes.

A man in a black robe smiled as he stared at the giant beast in front of him that was covered in wounds and collapsed.

There was not a hint of pity on his face for the contracted creature in front of him who had helped him survive several worlds after hatching from an egg, but only a frenzy for what was being conceived in the body of this large reptilian creeping.

It was a contract creature he'd always dreamed of.

Abnormity.

As long as the guy inside this corpse hatches successfully, he believes that he will definitely not have a problem surviving the next battle royale world.

Maybe you can even get a relatively high evaluation.

Thinking about it, this fat man in a robe carefully felt the aura of the creature that had contracted with him to become stronger little by little.

A black cat, much larger than the wolf, jumped off a few pieces of wood on the side that were still emitting black smoke.

"Meow."

The cat barked, and it sat on the dark ground, and a large fish of life appeared in a fat hand.

Thrown out.

"Failed."

The fat man said to himself, to be honest, he wasn't a very good planner, especially someone like him who didn't trust other travelers very much.

Being able to easily formulate a means to delay time or kill the opponent directly is already the limit of his intelligence value.

From an ordinary zookeeper to a fat dog who is now called a humanoid beast by other travelers.

Beyond the rare scroll, there are more other stories.

"Meow."

The black cat barked again, and it ate the fish on the ground in an orderly manner.

It's a delicacy that you don't have in this world.

"Dog."

The fat dog barked at the black cat on the ground who was eating with his head down, and I don't know when this casual cat became part of his nickname, so that other travelers with sources of information associated the black cat with him.

"Meow?"

The cat looked up and looked at him suspiciously, the fish was only halfway eaten.

“%¥@。”

An ancient saying that only a person and a cat can understand, and black gas spreads from its body.

Whose real name is this.

"Human, name your deal. For your sake, you've preserved my advent body. ”

The cat opened its mouth and said, accompanied by a pungent smell of sulfur and the smell of burnt ash on the ashes.

It's the most shining. It was as if something had ignited in his throat.

Inside, there was a fire.

"Help me stop those people, 30 seconds. When this is done, I will give you the last page of the covenant. ”

Listen to the tips for the ticket in your ear.

Looking at the strange noise of the corpse on the ground and the growing black shadow over there, the fat man said, his eyes more determined.

You can't be greedy when you make a deal with this creature.

If you want to kill the people who are already rushing here, then it can never be considered an equivalent exchange.

He himself will definitely give what the guy in the body of the black cat in front of him wants the most, his own soul.

Silent.

The black cat salivated and glanced at the fat under the robe in front of him, it had dealt with this guy a few times before, this guy was definitely the kind of creature that must be compared.

This is its least favorite trading partner.

Turning, it cocked its long tail.

The fat man stood in place.

There was a sound of "as you wish" in the distance, but it was silent.

Actually, that voice comes from the soul.

The fat dog crouched down and carefully stroked the body of the large reptile creature on the ground by the light of the bright flashlight in his hand.

Its beating heart undoubtedly told the primate that it hadn't died yet.

But, too, it's coming soon.

The fat man could feel that the noodle worm that had contracted with him was about to break out.

The smell of that thing is getting stronger and stronger.

Until.

"Poof!"

A claw slashed through the dinosaur's abdomen.

The contract creature that had been with the fat man for many years was on its way to its final end.

"Hmm."

The fat man clutched his chest and snorted.

He endured the power of the backlash after the death of his contract creature, and his eyes were more joyful.

A creature in scaly armor crawled out. (To be continued.) )