Blood ran down his cheeks, "You think you've broken the contract and can go back to the past? Don't dream! Even if I'm dead, I, the demon clown, Barty, will always be watching you..."

Ignoring the wailing of the defeated dog in his ears, Crane endured the pain and finally ripped off the clown mask little by little.

In the mirror in front of him, the appearance of the peak of his twenties, which was originally upright, has no traces of the past at all. It was so ugly, like someone had been ploughed with a soldering iron. The facial features collapsed, the skin burned and rotted, the pitted scars were dense, and the blood flowed down the lips and disappeared.

Like this rotten face, Crane's fate will never go back. The demon who is heading towards death in his mind sends a vicious curse at the end of his life:

"With my Abyssal real name.... LeBlanc Barty (real name is very long, omitted), curse you to eternal misery, no peace, curse you to spend eternity in nightmares, use the power I give you... Curse you to come to the abyss to accompany me!hahaha... You're going to die, hahaha....."

In the dilapidated house, this poor man, who had paid a heavy price to get rid of it, experienced the torture that took effect at the moment in the last echo of wild laughter.

This torture was peaceful, and his body did not mutate. But the power in his body turned into a disgusting swarm of insects under the curse, and kept gnawing and breeding like it was out of control. Physical pain is one thing, and the constant circulation of all kinds of tragic memories of the past in the mind is the deadliest knife!

Crane didn't want to relive his memories again, it was too torturous for him. And under every inch of skin, the pain of devouring flesh that penetrates deep into the soul is too uncomfortable.

Maybe he wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die so tragically. Such a death is too tragic. Crane couldn't take it anymore, and his mind was twisted into madness by pain.

"I want to live, I can't let its plot succeed! Someone save me, I want to live....." The man, wrapped in countless worms that came out of his body, rushed out of his residence like a monster.

......

Hiccup ~ a little girl with no image, sitting lazily on the ground. Clown, the clown on the side, continues to teach the world of dark wizards:

"Magic or spells are the extraordinary powers of mortals who induce the elements. Although we wizards perceive the same elements, we all perceive them through the medium. For example, my medium is these cute little bugs~"

Crane said that under the flesh of his palm, a beetle with a white clown pattern on its back crawled out. It is very obedient and motionless, as if enjoying the touch of its owner.

"Every wizard's medium is different, and your medium is your own corrupted flesh. Oh~Praise the great Denver Wizard~" He threw the bug forward, turning it into a green fireball and blasting into a small crater on the ground not far away.

Then in the pit, the little worm turned into a streamer and returned to him again: "Use the medium to attract the power of the elements, and master the transcendent is a wizard." Mages can also use mediums, such as staffs, to cast their effects. But in our wizarding system, the medium is a part of itself, and the medium is the foundation of everything. So we release it faster than them, and the power is not something they can understand, or it can't do without the medium. ”

Diggie listened and fell in love with the little worm in his hand, licked his lips, and reached for it with his little hand, grabbing it and putting it in his mouth under the gaze of Clown Crane, crunching. Delicious, juicy and energetic, she loves this little thing.

"Oh~ how many times have I said that you can't do this. They're so cute, each one is a life, how can you bear to keep your mouth shut?" Crane complained, but didn't stop it, and there was an inexplicable glint in the depths of his eyes under the mask.

The explanation continued: "Everyone is the same mage profession, and we wizards don't need to do any complicated and boring meditation accumulation and comprehend the laws of the world. He excitedly opened his arms and made a hug gesture:

"For the source of the wizard's power is the abyss, and the abyss will give us all the rules of power we need, provided that we satisfy its greed. So flesh and blood, souls, all kinds of calamities, all kinds of life, are our stronger necessities! Nothing is more precious than life! There is nothing cheaper than life! They are so many that if we sacrifice some sacrifices to the abyss, we can have more power!!"

He smiled strangely and said very incendiaryly, "The growth progress of a wizard is terrifying, if you sacrifice a group of people, you can become a wizard! If you sacrifice a city, you can become a great wizard! If you sacrifice a world, the gift of the abyss will be unimaginable!"

"Of course, power also has a price, little Mary~ Every time we grow up, we will face calamity, which is the punishment of the origin of the world for the predators. If you get through it, you will be stronger, and if you can't get through it, you will turn into ashes in the calamity. ”

Clown Crane didn't continue, pulling the little girl up from the ground and watching her play with the taste: "You're just a new medium now, and you're still a long way from becoming an official wizard. Let's go, I seem to see fun, let's Mary's little, grow up quickly~~"

A green light spread from him, enveloping the little girl and sending her high into the air.

As the ground grew farther and farther away, a long black dragon could be faintly seen, trudging across the vast desert.

Covered in heavy black scales, like a huge lizard, pack beasts strode forward with their burdens on their backs. A group of black-cloaked Yanan hunters urged these giant beasts to move forward according to the course, while guarding the baggage and carrying out the escort mission.

In the transport brigade, in addition to the hunters in black cloaks, there were many ordinary people in coarse linen. Of course, ordinary people just mean that they are not people who have extraordinary powers, in fact, each of them is a craftsman who is urgently needed on the front line.

There are tailors who are skilled in sewing, who can use the demonic organizations harvested on the front line to make a set of soft armor, and there are blacksmiths who are skilled in forging, but under the appearance of five big and three thick, they can achieve fine forging with an error of four zeros...... They will not appear on the battlefield, but the battlefield will never be without them.

"Master Luo Bo, hehe, this is some of the materials I have collected. A young hunter opened the small cloth bag he was carrying on his back and showed his collection to the old man on the pack beast.

"Master, can you make an armor for me?" he looked at the old man with braids who was looking at him carefully, a little nervous: "If the materials are not enough, I can ask the captain for them to order again." ”

Like touching the skin of a lover, Master Luo Bo is like a woman's hand, perceiving the texture of the material: "Good boy, this is Du Mo's belly." Those spiky monster bellies will give birth to such comfortable and tough skin. He took out a small mirror and looked at it again: "You are very skilled in hunting. This piece of skin is very intact and is quite perfect as an inner lining for soft armor. ”

Putting away the small mirror, he took the small package and reminded: "The finished product I made has no extraordinary power, you have to remember to find a mage to enchant, otherwise it will be torn apart by a demon's claw, don't say that my craftsmanship is poor." ”

"Hahaha! Master, you're laughing, maybe I won't be able to come back after being torn. The young hunter joked.

"So be it, I'll make it for you when I get to the Cyber Line. Leave me a message of blood, and I'll tell you to get it when you're done. After the old man finished speaking, he took out a blood-red wooden plaque from his bosom.

The young hunter hurriedly pricked his finger and put his own blood on it. I saw that after the wooden card absorbed the blood, there was a new text in the many small characters on the card.

"Thank you, Master~" The young hunter finished a task on his mind and walked away happily.

Such commissions were common in the transport procession, and these craftsmen were happy to serve these warriors. The better the warriors fight, the better they live.

Suddenly, a blood eagle released from flying high in the sky discovered the situation.

Phew!

The eagle, which was made up of thick blood and blood, swooped down and rushed into the body of a bearded man, leaving him with a thick red light.

After the bearded hunter squinted and explained, Shaoqing's bloody voice spread throughout the entire team: "An unknown human appears in the sky!

Professionals who can fly in the sky should not be underestimated. In Hawkeye's message, the man in the clown mask was dressed in a thin outfit and was defenseless. Coupled with the gesture of bare hands, the possibilities of a French career are quite high. I didn't receive the above message, so vigilance is necessary.

Moreover, the person in the picture gives him an awe-inspiring sense of evil, and the possibility of intuition is quite large.

Roar, the pack beast was still crawling unhurriedly, and the surrounding hunters drew their weapons one after another under the captain's order. In a tense atmosphere, under the scrutinizing eyes of everyone, a clown man with greasy green short hair and a little girl with facial paralysis fell from the sky.

"Why is it so serious?" said Crane, as countless small beetles poured out of him and turned into green light, rushing towards them like a curtain of rain.

Seeing this !! the enemy attack, blood-red light shone one one after another in various places of the transport team.