"I won't lend you the last poem right away, the soul contract makes an agreement, you don't have to suspect me of cheating, it will lend you tomorrow."

The dark red blood mist retracted on Jori's upper body, condensing into a black-red leather coat. The hem of the black and red leather coat was thrown away, and Jory walked up the mountain road without saying a word.

The leather coat on his body was essentially the "mist" after he obtained the blue soul of the Shadow Demon, transferring a part of the blood in his body and condensing a coat on the surface of his body. And this coat with the ability to dissolve fog is becoming hot in the scorching temperature, and the whole exudes a faint smell of burning. The essence of the black-red coat is still blood, and it cannot resist the calcination of high temperatures for a long time.

Jory was covered in a faint blood-colored hot mist and scorched stench, and blood dripped all the way along his path.

The Lava Lord's thirst for it is greater than Jory's estimate, and he needs the vitality of the Poetry of the Ultimate. Consciously silently opening the task commission of the soul contract, Jory looked at a new commission of personal commission information in his mind.

"The Last Verse is lent to Sarotin until the first day of the next Polar Night Moon, and on the day Salosten receives the Last Verse, she must give Jory five drops of orthodox 'lava blood' as payment."

"Tomorrow, the last poem is borrowed by Jory to Sarotine, and during the borrowing period, Sarotin must ensure Jory's safety in all aspects, and not let Jory be harmed in any way. Sarotin is not to be treated by other firehunters in a manner that provokes, spives, insults, or restricts his freedom. The borrowing period is the next Polar Night's Advent, and Jory cannot refuse Sarotin to borrow the last poem on superfluous grounds, and cannot ask Sarotin for other rewards. ”

"During the commission period, Sarosten and Jory are required to fully comply with the commission agreement. Violators are forced to go to the castle of Castlevania to receive their crimes, and 2000 Soul Points are used for the joint expenses of Sarotin and Jory. Used to teleport the violator into Castlevania if no violator appears. Soul points are automatically returned to both parties. ”

"The commission is valid until the day Jory gets back the last poem, the moment he leaves Sarostin's territory."

Inside the quenching volcano, the lava lord Sarastin didn't say much, and the body of the great shore sank directly into the lava lake, he was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, he couldn't help but be angry and slapped this ant who took advantage of the situation to slap him to death.

The Lava Lord knew very well that the ant saw the importance of the last poem to him, and he also saw that Jory had the crazy quality of a fish to break the net. Based on the premise that the Lava Lord cannot afford the loss of the Last Verse, this is an unsolvable deal.

With the attention of countless fire hunters, Jory bowed his head slightly and walked all the way to the Spiral Mountain Road. There were many caverns of various sizes in the inner space of the quenching volcano, and instead of going any further, Jory picked a cave not far from the level of the lava lake, and sat down immediately after entering.

The black leather coat shook twice, and the little head came out of the collar of Jory's clothes, and the little face was raised. A pair of miserable crystal blue eyes looked up at Jory. Jory also stared at the dots with blank eyes, he sat in front of the stone wall of the cave, the wound on the ring finger of his left hand slowly oozing blood, and it didn't take long for the ground to stain red.

Suddenly. Dotted shook its nose twice, and the look of confusion in its eyes gradually changed to doubt.

"Oh?"

Dotted turned his little head and looked down at Jory's collar. It snorted its nose as it sniffed at the strange smell, its crystal blue eyes searching for something. The most rear. The dotted gaze was fixed on Jory's left hand. Crystal blue eyes widened for a moment, and two small hands reached out from Jory's collar. It flipped out of Jory's collar and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Woo......"

The pain of falling to the ground made me snort softly in a little pain.

I don't know why Dao Diandian suddenly became so strong, seeing it fall to the ground, Qiao Li's heart tightened, and he hurriedly bent down and touched Diandian's body to see if Diandian was injured.

"What are you doing!"

Just as Jory's hand touched the dot, it suddenly got up and hugged Jory's hand with two slender arms, and its little face was in front of the severed finger of Jory's left hand, tears snapped out, and it refused to let go of Jory's left hand. Seeing that Jory was missing a finger on his left hand, and then looking at the five fingers of his translucent little hand, he nodded and flattened his mouth, and cried out loud.

The little cry is not the sound of death, it is just using its own cry to simply tell Jory how sad and sad it is.

"Uh......" Jory was speechless for a moment, he rarely coaxed people, and he was not good at coaxing a person from sad to happy. Qiao Li couldn't bear to look at Diandian crying, he thought about it, raised his left hand to Diandian and said, "Why are you crying so much, it's not like my fingers can't grow back, you see." ”

The wound on the severed finger of his left hand suddenly spurted out a large stream of blood, all of which turned into a mist form, wrapped around the part of Jory's severed finger, and slowly condensed into the shape of a finger.

"My new strength can help me recover from my crippled injuries." With a little ostentatious chuckle, Jory showed his mist in front of Dodge: "With Mist, the power of blood can allow me to recover a new finger faster. ”

"Hmm......"

As if it understood Jory's words, the little cry weakened, and it still sobbed and looked at the blood mist on Jory's hand seriously. After a while, he got up from the ground with difficulty, and slowly crawled towards the last poem, and when he grabbed the stem of the last poem, his little hand reached into the stamen of the last poem, and pulled out of the stamen, and grabbed a bright red fruit from the stamen.

"Mi, Mi, Mi ......"

Sitting on the ground, Dotted stretched out his slender arm, and handed Jory the bright red fruit in his hand, which was no bigger than his fingernails, his crystal blue eyes with a hint of expectation. From the expectant look in his eyes, Jory could tell that Dian wanted him to accept the fruit.

Seeing this bright red fruit, Jory vaguely remembered that day, grabbing the red fruit happily, and remembering that it grabbed the fruit with its little hand and circled around his happiness.

"Huh...... I want blood, not it. ”

If it was three days ago. Jory must have hesitated a few times, and then smiled at the offer of the baby. But after three days ago, he had awakened the original sin of hatred a little bit, and the idea in his heart changed from then on. From the moment the mental power of hatred emerges. Jory not only protects his own life and interests, he also has to protect the dots.

Although Jory didn't know what the fruit was taken out of the stamens, Jory would never want such a happy and cherished treasure.

Pinching the slender arm with his fingers, Jory pinched its arm and stuffed the fruit back into the stamen, and with one hand gently pinched the little bit's body, holding it up and placing it on his chest. With his arms on his chest, Jory closed his eyes and leaned back against the stone wall.

However, even Jory wants to fall asleep. His tense thoughts could not calm his mind.

There is no time to relax, he still has too much to do, at this moment, Qiao Li's mind is full of the new ability he has obtained, he is always thinking about the ability to turn into fog, the changes and advantages of fog, how to improve the use of fog to the maximum, and exert stronger combat effectiveness.

The mist-dissolving ability obtained this time can be said to be the most powerful one of the souls that Jory has obtained so far. The demonic creatures of Ethallas understand. Their path to strength is actually to evolve the human life form towards the demon, and one of the things that the little devil has an absolute advantage over the half-demon is that the little devil has really been transformed into a life form.

Mist. It consumes not Jory's physical strength and spirit, but Jory's blood. As long as Jory's blood is sufficient, he can perform a life form transformation similar to that of a little demon. Transformed from a physical body to a fog state.

Most valuablely, the avatar's blood mist can change shape freely. It will not be blocked by gaps or narrow cracks, as long as there is a crack. Jory will be able to turn himself into a blood mist and pass through the cracks, and with the ability to dissolve the fog, he will not be affected by the terrain.

At the beginning, the Shadow Demon extended the mist into countless tentacles, each of which hardened into metal-like spikes, and Jory clearly remembered the spike's surprise sneak attack, and at present, he could also condense the blood mist into spikes, but he couldn't scatter as many spikes as the Shadow Demon did.

Each spike, when hardened, requires Jory to concentrate a high amount of mental power, compressing the blood mist into a solid shape, and solidifying a short thorn requires Jory to concentrate a lot, not to mention wanting to condense the second one, he is still only a half-demon, not the little devil who really belongs to another life form.

The ability deprived from the Shadow Demon, after all, the contact time was too short, and Jory couldn't use it freely as soon as he got it, he had to rely on practice to improve his fog-turning skills, which required a lot of time.

In addition to the Shadow Demon's ability to transform into mist, there is also lava blood waiting for Jori, which will take time to hone and get used to.

Tomorrow is the day the trade with the Lava Lord begins, and with the protection of the soul contract, lava blood is at your fingertips. This is a kind of reproductive weapon that truly transforms flesh and blood, can transform a part of the body into an inhuman form, and the body will also come into contact with the blood of powerful creatures, whether or not you are lucky enough to get its bloodline depends on whether the heavens take care of Jory.

Hope...... Does not consume flesh with lava blood.

While his mind was full of cranky thoughts, the tiredness of Jory's body came over him.

Before closing his eyes, Jory looked into his arms, and his little body was placed on his chest, as if it had fallen asleep, and had fallen into a deep sleep due to detachment. The sleeping dot lay on Jory's chest, and the long crystalline eyelashes blinked, as if in an intense dream.

Dot's dream, he can't interfere, the only thing he can do is after Dota Dian wakes up from the dream, he can only do it so that Dota doesn't suffer a trace of grievance outside the dream, and Jory is working hard in this regard.

The first step in his current efforts is to first obtain lava blood, and after obtaining it, he will find ways to continue to liberate his mind, so as to impact the top of the half-demon.

Obtaining more force than others is the foundation of standing in Aitsalas, and if it is not really strong, as long as it is a means to obtain strength, whether it is despicable, sinister, or crazy, Jory will try.

The moment he fell asleep, Jory sighed quietly in his heart.

In this world that should be destroyed, how many normal human beings has it forced into crazy demons?

On this day, before Jory was about to fall asleep, a longing thought rose in his heart. In the hazy dream, Jory's evil aura was faintly thickening.

If there was such a day......

He's going to ......

Destroy this world. (To be continued......)