The heroes of the "Broom Eyebrow" gang are out of luck.

At the "suggestion" of an unscrupulous operational staff officer, in order not to let the thugs waste their excess energy, they were all arranged to repair the protective fortifications of the mercenary camp.

Under the supervision of strict barbed demon guards and adequate rations, watchtowers, prismatic walls, shooting breastplates, and trenches were repaired in just a few thousand man-hours. It's just that the price paid is that these green forest heroes who were originally full of energy at all times have become soft-footed shrimp after work every day.

Fortunately, in terms of food, Bato Hell never "treats" mercenaries from other planes. Most of the demons in the lower realms do not need food and drink, and the thousands of different planes responsible for providing supplies for the bloody war that is about to break out in Aphneras are enough to provide all kinds of "food" for the mercenaries of the material plane who are on the front line.

Livestock, slaves, soldiers, and even the devils themselves who died of disease, exhaustion, murder, or even punishment were not wasted, their flesh and blood would be minced and compressed into enlarged cans of luncheon meat, which would then be sterilized to ensure that no one could be eaten, and finally the cans would be transported in boxes to various heterogeneous mercenary camps as protein-rich food supplements.

Originally a gourmand with a keen interest in the technology, he finally gave up on learning the dark dish after being told that he would have to pay a lot of royalties to Barto's logistics department and that he received the worst reviews when he gave it to Ques and his brother when he stole it.

Of course, Dalton and his brothers didn't know how the cans were made or how they were made, but while admiring Batto's Hell for being rich enough to eat meat, they lamented that the food was a little greasy, and it would have been perfect if it had a frothy beer like in Soft Maple City.

But this kind of canned food is really satisfying......

In this way, with canned meat for every meal, the broom-eyebrow thugs finally insisted on building all the basic fortifications. But apparently the devil won't give them a few days of respite, haven't you seen the iconic building of Aphnath, the Bronze Fortress, all built to the thirteenth floor and continuing to expand?

So the unfortunate bastards were arranged to continue to widen the trench on the periphery of the originally repaired wall, and then build another outer wall. The only thing that made them happy was that in the past few days, new heterotopic mercenaries have been sent in the camp one after another, and many of them have also been escorted to this large construction site for labor reform because of their crimes—the broom-eyebrow heroes have another object to oppress.

"You deflated three, you only know how to be lazy when you work, do you still want to eat whips?"

The boss is the boss, and Dalton quickly became a privileged class even on this devil's big construction site. To be honest, the average barb demon guard is really not as strong as this underworld boss from a brute fighter. In Bartow, strength is the guarantee of status, status is a symbol of strength, and Dalton has the strength to rival the barb demon guard, so he is naturally tacitly regarded as a foreman who oversees the work rather than a coolie who works hard.

Dalton was especially happy today, and it can be said that today was the happiest day he had since coming to this Bato Hell. Because one of his old acquaintances, the big and small leaders of the "Mad Dog Gang" who opposed him in Soft Maple City, was actually sent to this ghost place. And they seem to be worse than themselves, with only a few younger brothers, reduced to a situation where they can only work under the supervision of their own whips.

"Damn, I'll just say, it's not like I'm not the only one who has done so many immoral things, why should I go to hell alone......" Dalton thought happily, and the leather whip in his hand was not idle, and from time to time he found the Doug with the name of "Mad Dog".

The quality of the whip produced by Bartow's Hell is absolutely guaranteed, and the sound of hitting a person is as crisp as breaking a branch, and the person who is whipped will also experience the "soft reminder of Neber" attached to the leather whip - a "soft reminder" that brings a sharp and painful "soft reminder" to the victim. If it weren't for the tenacity of Doug's physique that would have been exempt from some of the spell effects, he would have twitched on the ground in the same pain as other people who were whipped, like dead dogs.

"Damn it, curse you to take root in this place that suits you until you grow moldy maggots...... "Mad Dog Boss slammed his pickaxe into the crimson soft dirt of Avernath, imagining that the stone on the ground was the skull of Dalton, the broombrow, and smashed it into pieces.

"Ho ho ho, mortal, you might need some help?" a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of "Mad Dog" Doug, if it weren't for the "click" sound that was similar to that of a crab, it sounded really kind and upright, like the new judge in Soft Maple City.

"Who are you?" asked Doug in a wary whisper, looking around. Not seeing the person he was talking to, he realized that maybe the voice was the ability to communicate with the mind - like the demon who tricked himself into coming to this hellish place.

"Who am I? It doesn't matter, I'm just not used to seeing the oppressive and exploited passers-by here. Don't you long for greater strength to break the shackles around your neck......" the voice said seductively.

Doug rudely interrupted these words: "Listen, I won't fall for you demons again, although I want to ...... power"

Doug's words were also interrupted by the person who sent the inquiry: "Just admit that you want power." ”

With this sound, a light like a curtain of water flashed. The Temptation, which is also invisible around Doug, casts his monthly spell-like ability, "Limited Invocation", which can only be cast on the recipient with the consent of the recipient, and the recipient can only be mortal. The master of deception and lies is accustomed to using this kind of spell-like ability to satisfy the wishes of mortals who submit to his lies or tricks, but most of these wishes are distorted by the deception.

Some people hope that they can be rich, but in the end they may find that they are transported to a small island with no people, and they are indeed rich, and some people pray that they can harvest love, only to find that they may fall in love with them may be alien creatures who don't know where they come from. As such, the Enchanters do not really help a mortal to fulfill their wishes, and they are not afraid to misinterpret the wishes of the invoker with the utmost malice, provided that the mortal agrees to accept their "help".

"Ho Ho Ho," looked at the werewolf Doug in front of him with his snout protruding, hair growing, legs turning into anti-joint structures, and hands turning into claws, and the seductive demon let out a satisfied laugh: "Go tear, go for revenge, go and vent your dissatisfaction with this place! Little dog, ......"

The mad dog turned into a wolf.

As soon as he completed his werewolf transformation, Doug turned into a black shadow and pounced on his favorite prey, "Broom Eyebrow" Dalton. Although the elite brute fighter boss was as surprised as everyone else around him that "Mad Dog" Doug suddenly turned into a lazy man, it did not affect his counterattack.

Before the wolf pounced on him, Dalton threw away his leather whip and replaced it with his beloved steel fist. twisted his waist and abdomen, slightly sideways to avoid the werewolf's pounce, and then greeted the "old friend" who had become a monster with a thorny fist. The two turned sideways, the werewolf's claws only leaving some scratches on Dalton's upper body armor, and Dalton's jab directly burst the right half of his cheek.

"Puppy, come to Daddy. Hahaha. ”

Ignoring the verbal provocation of the "broom eyebrow", it is also possible that after turning into a werewolf, Doug will lose the ability to understand language at all. There are disadvantages, and the cheek muscles that were beaten open can control the injury after a few contractions, and it is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing the change of "Mad Dog", Dalton's eyes sank, the opponent who can regenerate is the biggest challenge for the fighter, he stopped the action of luring the enemy through taunts, and prepared to take the initiative to attack as soon as possible to bring some variables to this opponent.

It's just that with the change of his tactics, Mad Dog has also changed the habit of sacrificing his life to attack. As soon as Dalton's attack was launched, the werewolf turned and fled, waiting for an opportunity to strike at some of the minions - harvesting their lives wouldn't even slow him down.

"Hell, how did this mad dog change his character. ”

It's still a bit reluctant to chase four legs with two legs, and Dalton's attacks can't always hit the werewolf who keeps running. In just a dozen breaths, five or six laborers who were working on the construction site were wiped on the neck by the werewolf's claws, and every time the werewolf killed a person, there would be an extra bloody color on the paws.

After harvesting more than a dozen lives, the blood on the tips of its claws was like substance. He let out a howl, and blood-colored light poured into his body along the wolf's kiss, and all the musculoskeletal swelled instantly, and the wolf's body changed again, and two arms with sharp claws broke out from between the ribs. After completing a new evolution, the werewolf Doug stopped running away, turned around and attacked Dalton again.

The situation was quickly informed by the surrounding barb demon guards, and they all rushed over immediately. Faster than them were the meditating Ques and his party in the camp, and just when the Temptation Demon cast a limited prayer technique, the blue dragon boy who had a keen sense of spell fluctuations discovered the clue.