"Uh......"

Devon, who was sitting in his old rocking chair, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight, making a sound like the violent gasps of a dying person. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The monsters in the houses on either side of the building's first hallway made all sorts of strange noises, banging and banging on the fragile-looking wooden doors, and the screams were like a group of crazy patients in a mental hospital having a holiday.

As the wooden door was knocked on again and again, it was deformed in the impact, and the rune paper attached to it buzzed, absorbing the power transmitted from the wooden door, and the light blue light curtain gradually appeared on the surface of the wooden door, causing ripples.

That's it, the monsters inside still didn't come out after all.

Aiden, who sat silently in the middle of the two corridors, slowly stood up, walked closer to the second corridor amid the never-ending chatter of the monster on the other side, and then glanced inside.

The second hallway was still very quiet, with warm lights shining on, and there seemed to be no movement in the closed door at the end.

"It's atonement, Aiden, my dear brother, you and I know what we've done before...... I can also feel the remorse in your heart......"

Expiation?......

Aiden just turned around and sat back down where he had been sitting.

"I see...... "Devon, who looked much fuller, sat up from his rocking chair for the first time, his hair was disheveled, one hand propped up the table in front of him, and the other hand covered his face, but there was still a steady stream of blood spilling from his hand, dripping on the large table in front of him.

Devon had to forget for a moment all the strange and indescribable memories that had just appeared in his memory, and that were frantically churning his brain.

"It seems that the kid sent him back......" Devon whispered, waiting for his features to stop spilling blood, "but the power to come back seems to have been discounted...... Is this the limit of this talent......"

"Hehe......" he chuckled softly, shaking off the hand he had been covering his face, revealing a face that no longer looked kind against the background of his own blood, "Then the friends here can just add some for me at one time." ”

In this way, Dewen, who was no longer pure and virtuous, supported the table with one hand, and the other hand covered with blood was raised in front of him, and with a whooshing sound, a purple, like a sphere composed of smoke, began to gradually condense on the surface of this blood-filled red palm, and continued to grow larger.

The purple sphere continued to expand and rotate, and then small human faces began to emerge on the surface of the sphere, along with low wails on human faces.

Devin himself looked at the orb, and his originally smiling face became even more hideous: "Old guys...... I'm sorry. ”

He also looked a little wizened in his palm.

The purple sphere the size of a tennis ball was pinched away by Devin like smoke, and listening to the miserable howl coming from outside the door, Devin restrained the insolent smile on his face, and watched his thin palms begin to gradually become plump as if inflated.

"Now it's time to think about how to get out of here......"

He whispered to himself.

The hall outside the door.

Aiden, who hadn't sat down for a moment, stood up again.

This time, the silent hall was filled with only the grinding of his own clothes, and the sound of his slow footsteps.

Aiden took a few steps forward, and the place where his brother had been standing was now empty, except for the faint smell of blood.

He turned his head sideways, and then looked back at the first hallway near the exit.

All the sounds suddenly disappeared in an instant, and the doors that had been closed were all open, but no one, or monsters, came out of the room they were in.

He looked the other way. The second corridor remains unchanged.

"Devon ......" Aiden turned around and picked up the long sword placed next to his seat, and a red rune paper appeared in his other hand, he pasted this rune paper on the body of the longsword, and then a faint red flame ignited from the rune paper, and then quickly covered the entire sword body.

He glanced at the place where the monster that had once been his brother had been, and the hand holding the sword began to secrete a black liquid-like substance, and then covered all his palms like a carapace, and soon covered his whole body from the palms, and even his face was completely covered by this layer of black carapace-like substance, and there was not even a single hole.

The armor on Aiden's body began to slowly fall off due to this change or other reasons, and finally standing here was just a pure black humanoid creature with a slight irregular pattern on the surface.

The humanoid creature clenched the sword tightly, the flames burning from its body, and it took steps, each step forceful, as if the ground around it was shaking slightly.

It made its way to Devon's room.

"In the end, you betrayed your promise...... German...... The so-called salvation ......"

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"Hmm...... It had seen this little kid named Lynch before......"

The hoarse voice was especially harsh in the silence of the street.

In the dark and dark street shrouded in black fog, a creature that looked like he had wrapped himself tightly in strips of dirty cloth was leaning over and wrapping himself in the same tight face, revealing only a pair of eyes—a face that was indeed small compared to the guy he was facing, and leaned over to the big face of the werewolf who was three meters tall and unable to move on the ground, which was tightly tied by his strips of cloth.

The werewolf who fell to the ground trembled violently, looking like he was struggling with all his strength, his original yellow eyes had turned white, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and it looked like he couldn't hold out for long.

"That's amazing...... Mazzie admired the physical strength of the monster in front of her, and then pressed a hand on the face of the werewolf who was on the verge of death: "I can't strangle you." ”

Thin black threads flowed from his hands, and then a stream of brains burrowed into the werewolf's body.

The werewolf couldn't even make a sound, and could only let these things burrow into its body and behave recklessly—it knew that if it was deflated, it would immediately turn into a cloud of blood.

"Useless bugs...... "Mazzie sensed the worm that had been motionless for a short time after burrowing into the werewolf's body again, and with a strong hand, she easily broke the werewolf's head, forcing it to look into her eyes again.

"He's some distance from here...... "Mezzie muttered to herself, unoblivious to the strange sounds that gradually came from the surrounding room, "and it seems to have a strong means of opposing the enemy...... Well...... I don't know if I can stop it...... Enough is enough. ”

"There is a gathering point. Mezzie straightened up and looked in the direction of the gathering point in the distance, and the werewolf beneath her was finally unsupported, and finally turned into a cloud of flesh and blood under the wrap of the cloth, and began to slowly evaporate.

"Let's go. Muffled to herself.