"If you don't want to die, get away!"

"Our people occupy this place, don't you see?"

There was a lot of noise everywhere, and Jory stood on the tree looking in the direction ahead, his brow furrowed unnaturally.

There are very few mortal level newcomers in the Candle Forest Wetland, because the poisonous insects that can be seen everywhere are still mortal levels with ordinary people's bodies, and it is estimated that they will be bitten to death by poisonous insects if they can't go far. And the hundreds of people Jory saw, no matter from which angle he looked at it, were not rookies he had seen.

The appearance of these people is barely close to that of humans, and their temperament is like the dark style of Gothic culture, and it is almost impossible to find a human with a normal temperament. At a glance, the crowd not far away looks like a gothic masquerade ball.

It's just that this gathering is not as relaxed and comfortable as the ball, and the atmosphere of saber rattling can be seen everywhere, but because of the fear that the scene will get out of control, the vast majority of people do not act rashly.

Looking at the crowd of friction and conflict for a while, Jory turned his head, but he bit his little finger tightly, and his sapphire eyes showed a hollow and confused look.

"Babbling ......"

With a sticky snort from his small mouth, he jumped off Jory's shoulder, stretched out the transparent wings behind him, and flew forward.

Jory's eyes widened for a moment.

Jumping off the trunk of a tree six or seven meters high, Jory looked up at the dots flying into the distance, his eyes stared at the dots of Linglong's body for a moment, and chased after it quickly.

"Hey! Are you looking for death?! ”

The spirit has been focused on the little bit, Jory didn't notice for a while, there was a huge man with exaggerated muscles flashing over, his tall figure shrouded in a shadow, he kicked Jory suddenly, and in a hurry, Jory was kicked out directly.

Standing still, stepping back, Jory glanced at the footprints on his stomach and snapped a picture of the mud on his clothes, except. His potential expertise as a human being is muscle and strength growth, and it's no joke to have 2x the muscle strength to resist blows.

"Huh?" The muscular sweat couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Jory was not vomiting blood from being kicked by himself, but seemed to be fine.

Glancing at the distant dots, Jory looked at the footprints on his stomach, his gloomy eyes raised slightly, and he looked up at the muscular man who was a lot taller than himself.

Immediately, he walked up to the strong man.

The power of the dead suddenly exploded! Jory's figure was as fast as a whirlwind, and he jumped up and pounced on the giant's head, kicked his foot on his stomach, leaped to the top of the giant's head, hooked the giant sweat's neck, pulled him down, grabbed his face and pressed him into the mud.

Before the giant could raise his head, Jory grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up, his knee slamming into his face.

Strength is not determined by body size alone, compared to muscle strength among half-demons, Jory has that confidence.

"You, looking for death?" Jory asked rhetorically, lifting the giant man's hair.

Seeing the giant man struggling to turn over, Jory smashed his temple with a punch, pulled out the silver-plated dinner knife, Jory stabbed the giant man directly into the shoulder, the table knife was blocked out of the muscle layer for a while, Jory got up and stepped on the handle of the knife, and the entire table knife, including the handle, was submerged into the giant man's body.

"Ah...... Ahhhh......h

The giant man's aching teeth were sobbing with cold air, and he wanted to get up again, but he was stepped on by Jory on the bloody hole that the dinner knife had not entered, and he didn't dare to get up again. Blood flowed from the soles of Jory's shoes, and his gaze swept over the people around him who were staring at him, and Jory could see from their gazes that their contemptuous, playful gazes had quietly retracted.

In the damned world of Aitsalas, the reality is that the more kind and weak people are, the more ruthless others become, and when you are more ruthless than them, they will fear you in turn.

If you don't beat him to the point of drunkenness, he will endlessly pester you, I can only say that this kind of person is cheap and difficult to change, and this kind of cheap. People are everywhere in Castlevania, and Jory knows that very well.

Jory, with an indifferent face, ignored everyone who looked at him, he crossed his arms and stared silently into the distance.

Fortunately, in the dark sky of the polar night, the transparent body of the blue of the night can still emit a faint night blue glow, so it is not difficult to find the traces of the dots. Looking at a distance of about fifty or sixty meters, Jory saw that the dots flew to a certain position, and then he was suspended in mid-air.

And on the other side of Diandian, below it, a battle of words is being staged at the moment.

It is hard to imagine that a group of fanatics without legal and moral constraints would get together to argue, reason, and talk about feelings, but in fact, what they are doing at present is to argue with reason, and talk about human feelings and reasoning. Surrounded by dozens or hundreds of people, the few people in the center not only did not have any discomfort, but also evolved the theory to the point of selflessness.

"If it weren't for my brother, you wouldn't even have a chance to see 'it'! Heh, now you're going to eat black? ”

"Ridiculous...... The person who discovers first doesn't mean that the thing belongs to him, do you want me to teach you the truth of the law of the jungle? ”

The two distinct people sneered at each other. And there was also a laid-back young man, dressed in a bright robe. The young man stood a few meters away from them, smiling and watching them argue, holding a short-handled wand in his hand, tapping his arm casually, as if he were watching a play.

His smiling eyes seemed to be able to speak, as if to say, hit, do you have the ability to fight?

His talking eyes are clearly telling them a bunch of miscreants.

It's ridiculous that the people on both sides are sneering, but as if they haven't seen anything, the young man's ridicule, which he doesn't bother to hide, is simply ignored by them automatically.

The little red-haired boy, holding an animal in his arms, his red eyes filled with anger: "Without my brother's sense of smell, 'it' might have been arched like a weed by your pigs...... Hehe, now it seems, who do you mean to grab whom? ”

A few people covered in bandages, about four or five people, one of them sneered in an illusory voice: "As long as you can kill a few of our soul servants, 'it' is yours." ”

"You're saying that for this thing, you're going to kill Rhodes together?"

Rhodis!

The alien creature with its body wrapped in bandages looked at the leisurely young man with some jealousy, but saw him kneeling on one knee at the moment, unafraid of staining his robe with filthy mud. This handsome young man named Rodis was bent down and put his face to the ground at this moment, revealing a look of fascination and intoxication.

In front of Rodis was a filthy sludge, with a faint smell of decay emanating from the sludge.

But in this filthy sludge, there is a dreamlike white color, blooming in this fishy sludge. The whole body is clean and clean, noble and flawless, and it blooms with the most beautiful posture like poetry.

Delicate white flowers, its seven-petaled crystalline and hazy petals, seem to be made of flowing starlight, and the ice-blue stems lead straight under the silt. It was like a living creature, swaying its stamens, scattering the milky white glow of the stars, like a happy and smiling girl sowing seeds.

Dangling to the left, a strange stamen sprinkled a piece of starlight.

Shake it right, and the petals tremble slightly, shaking out a splash of brilliance.

This is a living strange flower.

"Go to heaven and sing the hymn to eternal life. Descend into the underworld and receive the echoes of the souls of the dead. ”

Muttering in a low voice, Rhodes looked up in intoxication and closed his eyes, full of fascination and pleasure.

"The most important poem, the mesmerizing eternal life......"

Immediately, in the ugly face of the red-haired boy and the tense atmosphere with the strange creature wrapped in bandages, Rodis suddenly entered a no-man's land, as if everyone near him was air that could be ignored, Rodis lowered his forehead, smiled and reached out to the strange little flower.

Everyone else was looking at Rhodis, looking at his hand, reaching out to the pure and immaculate flower, but no one dared to say a word. The few people who claimed to be soul envoys had been very flamboyant before, but at this time, they were completely in a dumb fire.

As if grasping a dream, Rodis reached out and grabbed at the flower.

The next moment, Rhodis's smiling face gradually turned blue.

His hand passed through the shape of the flower branch as if it were passing through the air. Rodis quickly waved his palm back and forth at the petite flower, but each time he grabbed it, it passed through the branches.

The strange flower, which was only one finger high, was still swaying faintly, shaking left and right, shaking out the sparkling brilliance of the stars.

"No!!"

Rodis, who was still a floating aristocratic temperament just now, after he realized that he couldn't touch this strange flower, his noble temperament suddenly became hysterical, and the corners of his eyes were full of murderous anger, and Rodis slapped the strange flower with an angry palm.

…… He even had the idea of destroying what he couldn't get.

In fact, this palm was just venting, and sure enough, the strange flower with a finger height passed through the back of Rodis's hand.

It's like an apparition, an apparition that doesn't exist in reality.

No one can touch it.

Not to mention Rodis, whose face was gloomy and angry, the red-haired boy and several soul envoys also hesitated. The crowd around them was partly their respective friendship forces, a small number of idle wanderers, a few people who were most likely to take the flower, red-haired boys, soul messengers, and even Rodis, who they couldn't seem to mess with, all stared directly at the phantom flower.

It can be seen but can't be obtained, and it seems to be out of reach in front of you, and the scorching flustering heart makes many anxious people about to lose their cool.

But it wasn't long before the flower suddenly took a special turn.

The strange little flower that had been shaking gently shook slightly, and the branch trembled violently, and the strange flower suddenly stood still. Its abnormality instantly tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

The light humming sound echoed from above and downward, as if a graceful melody spirit had descended on this strange little flower.

The budding bud is ......

Slowly open ......

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