When the Shadow Demon used the power on his body, Jory hadn't forgotten how the Shadow Demon had burrowed into his body and taken possession of his body. Since the Shadow Demon can do it, Jory doesn't believe he can't do it. The first attempt to occupy another person's body with a doppelganger from a few dozen meters away, Jory spent a lot of energy, plus it was the first attempt, Jory's control seemed very rough.

So, there is the next scene-

The arrogant back stood in the duel clearing, Kylo pretended to be outrageous, he used his weak slave body, the arrogance was vividly expressed, just after provoking the unfathomable combat power of the sect leader, and at his master compared a middle finger, completely blocking the possibility of the master to protect himself again.

The consequence of this was that his head left his neck.

The head of the sect walked over and reached out to grab Kylo, but Kylo was very strange and did not resist, allowing the head leader's claws to grab his head. The messy head was forcibly pulled out by the god's head, and the muddy blood sprayed out of Kylo's broken neck, until the moment the headless corpse fell, dozens of meters away in Jori, he could vaguely hear Kylo's last moment in his heart.

"I didn't do it, I'm innocent, I can't move... Can't move!! ”

"Miss Mira, help me! Please! ”

“…… You. Hurry up, TM, say something! Cheap. Son, if I die, you won't die well! ”

"Regardless of whether I live or die? Hahahaha......"

"Everyone, let's die!!"

Mimicking the physical possession of the Shadow Demon. When the original owner of the body is occupied, he does not lose consciousness, and can still receive information from the outside world through the senses of his body. At that last moment, the hysterical curse in Kylo's heart, Jory heard it clearly.

The reason why Kylo is brave enough to move forward and make a series of deaths is indispensable to Jory's occupation of his physical body. Seeing that Kylo's head was pinched and deformed by the head of the sect, Kylo did not have an immortal body, he had already died too long ago to die anymore, seeing this, Jory breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and did not kill this mad maniac. Who knows which day in the future. He would jump out and take a bite in Jory's most critical moment, a situation that there are too many precedents in the history books.

It's not good to be crazy, the dog is crazy and gets bricks, a mad dog that bites people everywhere. Sooner or later, someone will be slaughtered like this. Jory is happy to be this dog slayer.

Witnessed Kylo's death. Jory wanted to leave like this, so that he could go back to the Memories shop and find the boss, he still had business to do......

Kylo's corpse had begun to slowly freeze. But there is still blood left by Jory in his body. Jory didn't have the idea of retracting the remaining blood, so he left his blood inside the corpse.

Jory, who was about to leave, had already walked more than ten meters, and he gradually stopped. In his mind, Jory's blood remaining inside Kylo's corpse made him hear something interesting.

In the open space in the center of the camp, the head of the sect, whose paws were stained with blood, glanced gloomily at Kylo's master, Mira.

Kylo's headless corpse was at the feet of the head of the church, and the head of the god, who smelled of blood, asked in a deep voice, "Mira, is this your dog?" ”

"Dogs also have a day when they go crazy and bite, father." Mira is a for tat without concessions.

Sticking out his tongue, the head of the sect showed his white fangs, he licked the blood on the side of his lips, and sneered: "Little Princess Mira, I hope you can continue to maintain your petty nature in the duel in the dark gladiatorial arena, 'they' won't tolerate you as much as I do." ”

"You want to be the leader of the Dark Gladiatorial Arena?"

However, Mira didn't pay any attention to the head of the sect at all, and turned around and slammed into the demons behind her, almost squeezing out of the human wall in a rampage. The demon who was hit by Mira staggered, instead of being annoyed, lowered his eyebrows and did not say anything.

The second concentration camp, the biological daughter of the werewolf leader, who dares to mess with it......

It's just that looking at the strong body of the sect leader with a bare body, as well as the thick body hair, he has already been very bloodthirsty and murderous before he transforms...... Look at Mira's exquisitely carved appearance, sultry figure, and seductive natural temperament......

One is a murderous werewolf, the other is a charming and sultry girl, and neither of them looks like father and daughter.

Except for the exact same domineering temper, Mira simply did not look like the head of the sect was born, an idea that more than one demon in Concentration Camp 2 thought, but no one dared to say it in order to live with her limbs intact.

Whether Miss Mila is born or not, Jory doesn't care about that, he cares about ...... Dark Colosseum!

Just by listening to the name, you can hear a very awesome word, and if you don't have the heart to ignore the past, you will really be stupid. The main character, Mira, leaves, and there is no longer anyone Jory is interested in, and Jory asks for information about the "Dark Colosseum" as he walks towards the trade area.

But the answer that the coat of arms gave to Jory this time was outrageous.

“…… It's best for the host not to know about the Dark Arena, or you'll risk your life in gladiatorial fights for a champion reward that can grant any wish. ”

"Before the host is promoted to the Little Devil, it is not recommended to know about the Dark Gladiatorial Arena, the champion can realize a wish reward, the runner-up will give Castlevania a reward of a wisp of chaotic power, and the third runner-up will receive a blessing reward of rebirth, after the host knows these rewards, the host has a ninety percent chance of participating in the next Dark Gladiatorial Arena Event, and the host has a hundred percent chance of dying."

Rolling his throat, Jory just wanted to say something to the coat of arms.

Although the coat of arms is warning Jory not to touch the "dark gladiatorial arena", why, Jory clearly feels that the coat of arms is encouraging him?

"Are you an idiot?" Jory silently asked about the coat of arms.

"Please don't insult the host."

"Am I an idiot?" Jory asked again.

"Please don't say it out loud, please."

Jory stopped on the side of the street in the war zone, holding on to the wall with one hand and covering his forehead with his hand.

Why is it that since evolving to a half-demon, Jory feels that the individual consciousness of heraldic is becoming more and more obvious? Sometimes. Jory mistakenly thinks that heraldic is a highly intelligent parasite.

Malegobi's, this coat of arms will turn around and curse, can Jory get along with it happily anymore!

Back in the trade area, Jory finally said goodbye to the oppressive and heavy atmosphere of the war zone, although there are many vicious and scary-looking demons on the streets of the trade zone, Jory still prefers this kind of trading venue that is a little more lively.

The location of the small store is relatively remote, located on the riverside of the river in the city, if it is not remote, Jory will not have been to the store twice.

The shop that specializes in spell seals, Jory is still very interested. Shortly after arriving in Aitsalas, he was tricked by the owner of a weapons shop. Jory buys the Curse Wheel Gun. But there was no curse mark, and the curse wheel was burned by the heat at the bottom of the quenched volcano, and Jory never forgot it.

The spell energy finger wheel that specializes in detecting the reaction of spell marks, Jory still has it. And the thumb wheel is still firmly pointed at him. Fortunately, the spell energy equipment is exclusive to the Holy City. Demons don't bother to use external objects. Otherwise, wherever Jory went, a silver-gray sheen would have been pointed firmly at him, and it would have exploded.

I looked at the emptiness of the store. Jory frowned slightly and walked in, the owner was not in the store, and occasionally a tourist walked in and played with a few commodity furs before leaving. Jory went to the wall, looked at an engraved picture on a fur, and went to the door of the inner room and knocked on it.

"Is the boss there? I buy the spell seal! Barter, I buy with a lot of money! ”

I knocked on the door for a while, but unfortunately no one opened it. Jory took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the gap in the doorframe.

It's time for the mist dissolving ability to come into play.

Standing in place, Jori's body quickly disintegrated into a state of mist, and the brush rushed towards the small door, and the dark red blood mist poured into the silky cracks of the door frame. The door, it can block people, can it block the flow of air?

Jory dissolved into a mist of blood and poured into the inner room of the store, and his mist avatar poured through the crack in the door into the inner room, condensing back into his body. For sneaking into the forbidden place of the other party without the permission of others, Jory did it with peace of mind.

As soon as the humanoid body was condensed, Jory moved his nose, and there was a musty smell in the room. Patting his sleeve and looking up at the dark, closed room, quiet room, where no one was moving, Jory walked to a platform and held out his hand towards a extinguished oil lamp.

"Smack!"

With a snap of his fingers, a bright flame immediately erupted from Jory's fingertips. The wick of the oil lamp was lit, and the dimly lit room was turned bright.

Blood, fresh bright red, black-red blood clots and ecchymosis, spread all over the platform under the oil lamp holder. The small room was filled with metal molds and drawings of spell seals. The light of the oil lamp illuminated the small, enclosed room, and Jory could see the outline of the workshop clearly, but not the owner of the Memory Shop.

A simple and cramped room, with only a small bed except for the workbench. It didn't take long for Jory's attention to be drawn to the hanger in the corner, not only Jory, but even Dotted Dots came out of Jory's clothes, and Dotted poked out a small head from the leather jacket on Jory's chest, looking at the robe hanging on the hanger with him.

The clothes were in tatters, the wide-faced fabric was full of holes of different sizes, the robe with a hood was filthy to the comrades-in-arms inside and out, and the robe was also inlaid with a lot of metal sheets, and those metal pieces were also worn.

Standing in front of the hanger, Jory touched the fabric of his robe, and he looked down at his chest.

The position of the leather coat on his chest, Dotted is stretching out a small head, blinking his eyes to look at the robe.

"Be small, if you want to see it, just come out and see, why bend your neck and hide in my clothes to peek."

Jory smiled and unbuttoned his collar, put his hand into the bloody hole in his chest, lifted the dots out, and handed them to the robe. Dotted sat on Jori's hand, its big eyes blinking at the robe, slowly closing the distance to the garment, but after a while, Dotted suddenly screamed, it quickly spread its wings and pounced on Jory, its little hands holding Jory's chest and trembling.

"Uh, what's wrong with you?" Although Jory was puzzled, he still carefully pressed the little bit of his body and looked at the robe at the same time.

Dot, as if very afraid of this dress. (To be continued......)