Sigur devoured and fused some low-level ogres, while noticing the changes in the data cards in his support system.

Name: Sig.

[Bloodline]: Poisonous Fire Demon (Level 0 Creature).

[Bloodline level]: Pure (8452/10000)

[Level]: Level 0 Sorcerer (Advanced)

......

I have to say that with the increasing purity of the bloodline, these low-level life eaters can no longer meet Sieg's needs, and he needs to fuse higher-level evil spirits!

Sig walked down the bustling streets of the town, looking at the bloodstains all over the streets, and couldn't help but smile a little.

For this kind of improvised patchwork of recruits, the way to mobilize their maximum combat effectiveness is desire!

These soldiers are wantonly venting their innermost desires at this moment, and Sig's Serra even directly set fire to the city, engulfing the entire town in a sea of fire. In the midst of the fire came the cries of the evil spirits, and the laughter of Cecina in a frenzy.

Sigurt doesn't have much sympathy for these evil spirits. The concept of good and evil of evil spirits is completely different from that of human beings, or rather, evil spirits do not have any concept of good and evil at all.

For example, if the priorities are reversed now, and Sigur takes the army to live in this town, and the people in this town become invaders, then it is almost 100% certain that these invasions will still do the same thing.

In the world of evil spirits, only the weak eat the strong, the strong get everything, and the weak no one cares.

Good and evil ethics?

Inexistent!

On the street, Sieg also noticed the rows of small hedged cages next to the house, which housed naked humans with numb eyes, which were the spare food for the evil spirits to celebrate the carnival.

As for the main food, it was the hapless humans who had already been disemboweled, and their corpses were almost cooked in the huge iron pot at the moment, exuding the smell of human flesh.

Sieg frowned slightly, and he walked over to a cage, where a black mist cut through the cage and released a human inside.

It was a brown-haired man, middle-aged, with a thick beard on his lips, a naked body, and a brand on the right side of his buttocks, like a slave.

"Can you speak?" asked Sig, pulling out his saber from his waist and lifting his chin.

The man's eyes were cloudy, and his face was expressionless, as if his heart had already died, and even when Sigur released him from the cage, the man remained silent and his face was dull.

"I say, you're free now. Sigur stared at the other and said, "I'm here to rescue you!"

However, there was still a deathly silence in response to Sigurd.

Both the bearded man and the other humans in the vicinity were still numb and didn't move.

These humans were dirty and messy, and their hair had not been washed for many months, and it had all congealed together. They are like chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, staying quietly in the cage, without the slightest desire to resist.

Even when Sigur told them that they would be given freedom, the people remained unmoved.

No one spoke, not even ...... No one looked up at Sig.

Mourning is greater than heart death!

Sieg shook his head, he didn't know what the torture these people had been through in these days, but now it seemed that they were exactly like the walking dead.

Thinking of this, Sieg was not reluctant and left directly.

An angry roar rang out from a small castle in the center of the town.

A powerful evil spirit with wings, a huge body, and red eyes flew directly into the sky from the castle, and slammed into a street with a monstrous rage.

Dust was flying, rubble was splattering, and the ground was smashed into cobweb-like cracks.

"Where did you come from, how dare you offend our family's territory!" the winged evil spirit angrily grabbed an unlucky ogre, then bit his head, tearing open his body like a piece of paper.

"My lord, that should be Michelo's eldest son, Ancius, a mutated poisonous fire demon!" Serra appeared near Sigur at this time, looking at the figure in the distance with some fear.

This poisonous fire demon is somewhat special, because during the hatching process, his bloodline mutates once, giving him a pair of wings that he was born with.

Not only that, but when Anshues was intensely angry, his eyes would turn crimson, as they are now.

In the world of gluttony, the crimson eyes have always been artificially the symbol of the Lord of Gluttony, just like the two blood moons in the sky at this moment.

Ann Hughes has always been cultivated by Michelo as a gift from the Lord of Gluttony. Although he is not very old now, he has already stepped into the first level with half a foot, reaching the quasi-first level of biological level.

At this moment, Anshuis is wantonly slaughtering the Sigur army that has invaded his territory, and his strength has killed some unlucky ogres who can't dodge it in an instant.

Before coming, Sigurt had already given a rough idea of Michelo's strength, so he naturally knew the opponent's hole card.

But after really seeing the true appearance of the other party, Sieg couldn't help but lick his lips, revealing a hint of greed.

"Catch him for me, he will be captured alive!" Sieg commanded his men.

The fat man Hisoka was anxious to fight for merit, and he had already laughed and rushed over.

"Devouring power!" Hisoka opened his bloody mouth again, and a powerful attraction surged in the space around him.

This attraction locked all the creatures in a large area in front of them, and it was like a black hole that frantically tugged at the bodies of these evil spirits.

"Get out of here!" said Anhuis roared angrily, and then the color of his eyes became more and more red, and the surface of his body skin actually showed a trace of fine red blood veins. An inexplicable powerful force descended, directly doubling his body, and then instigated the wings behind him, and a flicker actually jumped out of the attack circle of the fat man Siso.

"What about people?" The many ogres who attacked the person around them couldn't find the shadow of the person for a while, and fell into confusion.

Sieg frowned, because the mutant food demon just now flickered, and actually disappeared directly from his field of vision, and at this moment, no matter in the sky or on the ground, there was no trace of him.

However, at this moment, a shrill wind sounded behind Sieg, and a black mist smeared like ink, like darkness in the endless abyss, instantly swallowing Sig's entire person into it.

"Quack, quack!" the vanished figure of Ann Huis reappeared, gradually condensing into a real shadow from the black mist. With a hideous smile on his face, he said to the surrounding army of life eaters: "His life is now in my hands, and everyone who knows each other will give me a retreat!"

This mutated poisonous fire demon is angry, but not stupid. There was no way for him to fight against such a huge army of evil spirits alone, not to mention the existence of first-level evil spirits among the invaders this time. So he naturally thought of the routine of capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

He had been hiding in the shadows for many long hours before he finally showed up to cause chaos after confirming that Sieg was the leader of the invaders.