"Come here!"

Jory retreated again and again, he spread his arms and waved arrogantly, raised his head and roared at the huge head dozens of meters high.

"Fight with me!"

The black-red blood flashed, and the thick black mist converged on Jori's hands, and he waved down with his arms in a virtual hug, and the moment the dark red phantom dissipated, a black-red reflective substance appeared in Jori's hand, picking up the heat wave and slamming it on the ground.

The grip was held in Jory's hands, and a strange weapon that was slender from the grip to the end was held in Jory's hand. This strange black-and-red weapon, the whole body is straight and straight, the blade is as wide as a machete, held in Jory's hand, and the whole weapon has a wide and heavy visual illusion.

When he was in the Haze Plains, Jory's first weapon to kill on a large scale was an axe, and against a giant creature dozens of times larger than himself, there was no heavier weapon more suitable for dealing with the Lava Lord.

Blood turns into fog and blood condenses into soldiers!

The axe, Jory relied on the mist to condense it into the most suitable slashing arc for himself, and he continued to disperse the blood in his body and inject it into the chopping axe in his hand. When Jory was in elementary school, his physics teacher told him that the density of matter affects hardness and quality, and that gravity increases when density increases.

Feeling the heavier feel of the axe, Jory squinted his eyes and looked up at the Lava Lord's head. The firehunters on the hollow beams above all retreated, all gathered around the edge of the Spiral Hill road, looking down at the giants of the lava lake and Jory on the pitch-black boulders.

The gap between the two is huge, the difference between heaven and earth. One is the master of the quenching volcano. A true pure-blooded demonic creature whose life form has undergone a complete evolution. Another little ant who doesn't even know if he's a half-demon or not. Act recklessly. However, when many people are doubting Jory's IQ, they still show extraordinary admiration for Jory's courage. It's good to be able to dare to be so crazy in front of the Lava Lord! A strong spirit of risking death!

The lava lord's low roar reached Jory's heart.

"Cheap creature, you've succeeded in angering me...... As you wish, I will let you see the fate of offending me! The Lava Lord stretched out his arms and leaned down, opening his mouth to erupt in a scorching wave towards Jory.

Jory's figure suddenly turned into a blood mist and drifted into the dead corner under the boulder, he looked up at the scorching wave oppressed overhead, raised his voice and shouted, "Except for the way Sven Wen speaks. Will you do a direct trick, poet? ”

The sudden rise in heat hit his head, and Jory didn't even look at it, and without thinking, he turned into a blood mist and panned to another dead corner of the boulder. The bubbling lava covered the place where Jory had stayed before, turning it into a sea of scorching fire.

Leaping to his feet, Jory's body disintegrated into a formless blood mist that flashed towards the Lava Lord's head.

With the help of the heat turbulence rising to the ground, the blood mist floated up even faster. The moment of the Lava Lord's left arm on the bloodmist vine. The silhouette of Jory's figure emerged from the blood mist, and his dark red shadowed arms swung up with all his might, and the straight-handled axe slammed into the elbow joint of the Lava Lord, which was three or five meters in diameter. The not-sharp blade of the axe struck the "stone" with the lava flowing.

With a return blow, Jory dispersed again into a blood mist and retreated. The blood mist gathered in front of a steep mountain wall not far away, and Jory looked down at the axe, his hand caressing the blade of the axe.

The moment the axe struck the target. The touch that enters Jory's hands is a kind of elasticity that does not work. It wasn't Sarotin's body that flicked off Jory's axe. Rather, it is the axe that Jory has coagulated blood and is flexible in itself. Flexibility refers to a heavy weapon, which is the most unqualified shortcoming.

A weapon condensed by the mist. It is still Jory's blood when it comes down to its essence. Is blood inherently flexible when it is clotted into a solid state? Looking at the lava lord's turned body, Jory looked at his axe, his expression thoughtful and realised.

Weapons condensed by the blood mist are convenient, and you can get a melee weapon at any time, but the importance of a handy weapon is self-evident. None of the weapons have their own characteristics, such as the axe in Jory's hand, which must have the most basic toughness to avoid being too rigid and easy to shatter. But the most important thing about the axe is its strength, when it exerts its strength to chop, the hard material of the axe can shock the force in the attack, and the heavy weapon size and the rigid material can play the effect of superimposing the two, on the contrary, if the flexibility of the axe is greater than the rigidity, then this is not an axe, but a hard split will be the flexibility will be the strength of the rebound to their own burden.

It can only be said that the attributes and offenses of each type of weapon are different, and the weapons condensed by Jory's blood are not the same as the overly rigid offensive methods.

As if he had captured some important knowledge, Jory had no intention of continuing to tease the Lava Lord, and he looked at the Lava Claw that was grabbing him, his face calm as usual. Spreading the leather coat on his arm, Jory revealed a black tattoo on his arm.

Raising his arm, Jory simply showed his arm to the Lava Lord.

The Lava Lord gripped Jory's giant claws and froze in mid-air.

Article 1 of the iron law, Party B and its people must ensure the safety of Party A in Party B's territory, and the party who violates the entrustment agreement ...... Teleport to Castlevania to receive Crime and Punishment.

Castlevania, which is above all demonic things, has an absolute ruling rank over demonic creatures with heraldry. Even a pure-blooded demon can't go against the will of Castlevania, otherwise whoever it wants to die will definitely die! Whoever violates the covenant of the soul will be considered a traitor, a rebel against the supreme ruler.

"You...... You ......"

The lava lord's muffled voice came directly into Jory's consciousness, as if he was choked by something, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. The lava lord's majestic body sank, his chest snorting and heaving.

Wiping the hot sweat on his head, Jory turned into mist and floated onto the boulder by the lava lake, he didn't care if the lava lord could hear his voice, and when the blood mist was dispersed, he said lightly: "I'm stupid and not very good at talking, I always offend people, if there is something that offends you before......"

Standing on the pitch-black boulder of the lava lake, Jory stared at the raging heat as he stepped to the edge of the boulder and bowed deeply to the lava lord.

Jory handed his head forward, and he bowed down and said, "...... If there's something that offends you before, come on, hit me as hard as you like. ”

(Today's explosion has reached the sixth update, and today's full-handed manuscript has been updated to 10,008 words, really-Long March) (to be continued......)