"Okay!" Sieg agreed with Jon's suggestion, "I was going to go to the Ghost Rider, but now with your help, I'm a little more sure." ”

"Oh, you're sure. Seeger was curious.

The strength of the Pahlavi knight is at least equivalent to that of a high-level sorcerer's apprentice, plus this is his lair, and his strength is definitely not low.

"Now, I won't hide it from you. Jon said, "The bloodline of our Guderi family is an underworld creature called the Eye of the Underworld. This is a second-level creature that has a natural skill that can imprison opponents who are stronger than it for a short period of time. ”

"Although my bloodline is only an ordinary level, I can forcibly return to my ancestors under medication. Jon continued, "When the time comes, we should be able to temporarily contain the Ghost Rider, and then take the opportunity to capture him alive and interrogate him. ”

The two of them inexplicably pulled down and bizarre worlds, and no one wanted to stay longer. The Pahlavi knight should not be a first-class creature, otherwise the two of them would have been discovered a long time ago.

Just do it.

Sieg and Jon lurked forward, rounding one fork in the road to the Ghost Rider's workshop.

Normally, at this time, Pahlavi is in this room to conduct some kind of mysterious and evil experiment, and no one is allowed to enter and disturb him.

Sieg and Jon covertly dealt with the two low-level evil spirits guarding outside, and then Jon pulled out a piece of paper full of runes and pasted it to the side.

"It's a 'silence' that blocks out all sounds. Jon explained quietly.

With this silent note, even if the battle is fierce in the studio, the people outside don't know anything.

The two of them immediately pushed the door in, only to see that the studio occupied a huge area, full of all kinds of malicious mysterious instruments, and rows of hanger-like instruments were hung with naked human bodies, all of which were mutilated without exception, and some of them were artificially cut off.

A huge glass pipe was full of red blood, and it was connected to a blood-red blood tank, constantly beating and pumping blood into the body of the fleshy mountain in the center.

The Roshan human body in the center is huge, but the whole body is covered with scars, the skin is of different colors, as if it was pieced together and sewn by countless pieces of human skin, and the huge head reveals a bloody mouth, but at the moment, the eyes are cloudy, there is no light, and there is no reaction to the entry of Sig and the others.

"This ...... This is Pahlavi?" Sig was a little surprised.

The huge flesh evil spirit in front of him obviously hadn't woken up yet, and it was an excellent time for the two of them to do it at this time.

It was only at this time that there was a splash in a side room next to the studio, and then a figure walked out of it.

The figure was a large figure, dressed in white money, with a somewhat messy hair and a pair of reading glasses. He lowered his head, as if thinking about something, and didn't look at the two Sigurts.

"What's the matter?" the man walked up to the Roshan evil spirit, and did not look at the two Sigurts, as if they were the servants of the castle.

This is Pahlavi!

Sieg and Jon looked at each other and decided to make a decisive move.

Atavism!

As soon as the two of them made a move, they decided to use all their strength, after all, they were facing a completely unknown high evil spirit.

Sigur completely wiped out the resentful bloodline in his body, a shadow of gray appeared on the outside of his body, and his body gradually became translucent, quickly drying up, and his face was distorted to hideous.

And Jon also swallowed a red pill in an instant, and the temperament of his body changed instantly. The purity of his bloodline is only of ordinary grade, and it has not yet reached the good purity required for atavism, so he can only rely on medicine for the time being.

Jon's appearance hadn't changed much since his atavism, but those eyes had skyrocketed several times, taking up most of his entire face.

At the same time, the third eye on Jon's forehead slowly opened, revealing blood-red silk threads.

"Spatial confinement!" Jon shouted, and an invisible imprisoning force suddenly emanated from him, instantly locking on the white-clothed Pahlavi.

At this moment, Pahlavi also turned around, noticed these two people, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and some of them were frightened: "Why are you, aren't you already dead?!"

Jon's imprisoned power instantly shrouded Pahlavi in a sudden change, the space seemed to be frozen, and Pahlavi's expression was also frozen at this moment.

"Quick!" Jon sweated and almost yelled.

His current state won't last long, and Sieg must subdue the other party as soon as possible.

An evil spirit whose strength is equivalent to that of a high-level apprentice is not so easy to deal with.

Sig unleashed several of the Demons' innate spells against the imprisoned Pahlavi, and the power of these spells more than doubled under the completeness of the atavism.

"Panic is coming!"

"Dolling!"

Two spells slammed into Napahlavi's body, causing a ripple and then disappearing strangely.

The cast doesn't work!

Before Sieg could react, Jon spat out a mouthful of blood, slammed back against the wall, and passed out.

And Pahlavi, who has been imprisoned, moved slightly, his eyes regained focus, and he looked at Sig himself.

"You're not dead, that's even better, my Roshan puppet just lacks some blood, so I'll reluctantly kill you again. Pahlavi suddenly grinned.

At this moment, Sieg knew that he and Jon still underestimated each other too much. The strength of the Evil Spirit Rider in front of them is far stronger than they imagined.

"Devour!" Pahlavi's mouth suddenly began to open wider and wider, enveloping the entire room.

Sieg threw the cannibal badge out of his storage bag, and the huge flowers suddenly popped up and bit back at the other's mouth.

"Quack, a lowly man-eating flower, dares to stand in my way. A black gas exhaled from the huge mouth, and the moment the black gas touched the man-eating flower, the huge flower shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole body was bubbling with pitch-black airflow.

Eat!

The big mouth snapped shut, then returned to its original form. Pahlavi's mouth squirmed as he chewed, but he didn't feel the slightest smell of meat.

At this moment, the surrounding environment is also changing, and the studio that was originally full of instruments has been replaced by a huge labyrinth at some point.

The labyrinth is surrounded by walls, with various forks and vertical and horizontal branches, and the heads of those who look at it are dizzy.

"Hmph, illusion!" Pahlavi certainly wouldn't be intimidated by this trick in front of him, and he said mockingly: "My lovely food, do you know that in the face of absolute strength, these carving insect skills are useless. ”

Generally speaking, if you want to break the illusion, you must find the key points of the illusion, such as this labyrinth, mortals face it, and if you want to break through, you must find the exit of the labyrinth.

But for Pahlavi, who has an absolute advantage, he can rely on his absolute strength to forcibly shatter this illusion space.

"Break it for me!" Pahlavi opened his mouth and spewed out a huge fireball, which was much larger than Sig's fireball technique, and burned with raging fire.

Under the ultra-high temperature, Sig's illusion space was distorted by the barbecue, and cracks appeared, and it was about to collapse.

But at this time, behind Pahlavi, a figure suddenly appeared.

Sigur took advantage of the opponent's brute force to break the illusion and forcibly appeared behind the opponent. Because of the huge amount of mental power consumed in calculating the illusion, the green tendons on Sig's head appeared, but at the moment he couldn't care about so much.

"Come on, merge with me!" Sieg put his hand on the other's shoulder.

Suddenly, the sound of the system task starting.

"What do you want to do, my delicious food?" Pahlavi did not feel the impending crisis, but teased with interest.

But he soon couldn't laugh anymore.