Toby picked up the gold coin, looked up, and caught a glimpse of a black chain and a spiky ball of iron whizzing through the shadows behind Byron. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Be careful!"

Byron instinctively pounced forward, and a strong wind swept against his back. He fell to the ground head-on, rolled on his side for half a circle, and saw clearly the Divine Fire Cultist slowly walking out of the corner with heavy steps.

The slender figure carried an abyssal lurker on its back, bound together by countless black chains. The lurk resembles an orangutan with large hands and feet, but with fine sharp horns from the top of its head to its backbone.

Demons and cultists were back to back, white skin and dark skin blending with each other. The latent demon lay quietly on the back of the cultist, its two pure black eyes were blank and unfocused—the small figure was constantly absorbing demonic power from its body and merging it into one. The process was unusually long, and he had to carry the latent demon on his back for many years, enduring the stench of erosion.

A skinny teenager, but his belly is round, as if he is several months pregnant. He had been a real refugee who should have fallen on a long migration journey, but the power of demons saved his life.

His scrawny body effortlessly carried a massive latent demon on his back, a long chain in his hand with a spike ball at each end.

Byron exhaled with relief, the submersible, as the name suggests, this kind of stealthy demon approached its prey, and the deadly attack gave them no chance to warn.

"Looks like you haven't learned how to be a lurker yet, boy. Byron sneered, then immediately shut his mouth and frowned—he had never made such senseless taunts before, and the system was influencing him.

A stiff smile tugged at the boy's face, "I don't think so, young sir. You know, strictly speaking, the lurk is a social creature. ”

Two scythes flew out of the corner at a gallop, the clatter of chains rang out continuously, the scythes danced continuously, and Byron jumped left and right in embarrassment, finally dodging the attack.

"Shanen, are you looking for death?" The man who had revealed his position twisted his neck, made a clicking sound, and walked out of hiding with an angry face.

"What's the matter, you don't need a sneak attack to kill them, Kuitong. A hint of anger flashed on the young man's face, and the chain ball in his hand was unconsciously flung up, and his stiff eyes stared at Kuitong.

A few chuckles passed through the invisible night, and there were more than two people on the other side.

Toby, who had planned to sneak away, came back secretly, standing side by side with Byron, completely unconcerned about the mage's angry gaze.

"You stare at the back. Byron slapped Toby on the head as punishment for his escape.

The only commendable thing about the hidden demons in the abyss is the huge number, and humans can never imagine how the barren abyss can give birth to so many low-level demons, and their ant-like strength to the main plane is only the strength of the black iron rank.

It's just that the demon species gives them extremely high resistance to fire and acid. The temperature generated by mortal flames is difficult to penetrate their skin, and the acid is like drinking water to them living in a highly acidic environment.

Luckily, they weren't very resistant to the power of ice, otherwise Byron would have to throw up his hands in surrender - they probably wouldn't mind adding another companion......

Byron was still struggling, and Toby adjusted his face to show a little joy, if it weren't for the disgusting appearance of the Divine Fire Cultists that made him feel uncomfortable, otherwise he felt that he could still shed tears of joy.

Toby opened his innocent blue eyes: "Big brother, can I join your church?" I can cook, do laundry, clean, and ......"

Shanen sneered and said contemptuously: "Enough, idiot, I have to say that you are lucky to be born in Sodan , otherwise with your little trick, you would have starved to death." ”

Toby's little face froze suddenly, and his whole face collapsed.

Byron shook his head, he didn't expect Toby, the little guy, to be more unprincipled than himself. He didn't speak, but cautiously took a step away from Toby - he didn't necessarily attack himself in order to survive.

The flying scythe in Kuitong's hand suddenly flicked: "That's a lot of nonsense, Shanen, let's go together." ”

"Good!"

Then there was a dead silence, and the two Divine Fire Cultists stood in place, not moving.

"Shan, what do you mean by that?"

"Huh. Shanen squeezed two words out of the corners of his mouth, and no expression could be seen on his stiff face.

Neither of the two Divine Fire cultists wanted to confront Byron head-on, and in the church, everything relied on strength to speak, and the disabled cultists would soon be used as cannon fodder to die at the front line.

"Shanen, Kuitong. In the dark alley, a tone of voice without the slightest mood swing came out. A frightened and frightened expression appeared on the faces of the two Divine Fire Cultists, and they moved reluctantly.

New Cultists are usually led by higher-level followers to learn the common sense of the church and the skills of using weapons.

Unlike these ordinary cultists, the knowledge in the bloodline of high-level demons will be absorbed by the cultists, and the skills of weapon use accumulated over the years make them more inclined to use the weapons commonly used by demons - they will then teach the skills of using these weapons to low-level members, and the weapons of low-level demons such as latent demons are their horns and claws.

The man who ordered the Divine Fire Cultists was adept at using chain weapons.

The Lord of the Gilllace - the Silver Rank, may have decreased in strength when it crossed the realm, but Byron would definitely not be an opponent. His heart was cold, there was no longer a fluke mentality, and his impetuous heart was silent.

He has done enough, experienced enough, and felt enough in the journey of life, and death does not make him afraid.

Byron ducked his head to dodge Kuitong's first scythe, while Broadsword slammed the other, and leaped backwards with the force of the shock, dodging the spike ball that smashed with great force.

These two Divine Fire Cultists are indeed new members, and perhaps this is the first time they have gone out to hunt humans, especially Shanen, due to his thin body, although he wields the chain spike ball vigorously, Byron always has the illusion that he will not be hurt if he is hit by the chain ball.

He saw an opportunity, and slashed at the iron chain at the end of the chain spike ball, and the two-colored broadsword was instantly broken in two, and the silver-white knife head flew straight towards Shanen, and the young man's stiff face didn't make an expression, and was cut into the flesh by the sharp blade.

"Ahh

There was a whirring wind in the darkness, the same sound as when Shann attacked him, and when the wind did, he threw himself forward, and the huge spiked chain ball whizzed by, smashing a large hole in the stone wall next to the alley.

"You don't have psychic energy from your astral body, why can you manipulate it. A man with a barbed chain wrapped around his body dragged the chain and made a rattling sound as he leaned towards Byron.

The body wrapped in chains was scraped into a blur of flesh and blood by barbs, and these chains were not so much armor and weapons as the other party's weapons, but rather the instruments of torture he was tortured with. No normal human being can remain sane under such torture.

Byron got up from the ground, knowing that the blow he had just delivered was a test of his own depths, and his weak body was exposed—he was not an ascetic. He held out his fingers, and before he could finish the spell of the freezing ray, the cold barb of the black chain rested on Byron's fragile neck.

The Lord of the Gills Chain rested his head on his forehead, and his bulging whites of his eyes were bloodshot and stared at him closely.

"Tell me, Wizard Apprentice" The Stabbed Chain Lord didn't even look at it, the chain on his body rattled, and the spiked chain ball bombarded the moving silver-white liquid.

"Don't play tricks, an apprentice like you is not even as good as an ant in front of me. The Lord of the Barbed Chain pressed his right hand to Byron's head, immobilizing him. The chain on its head pressed against Byron's forehead, creating a red chain mark on it.

"What does a formal wizard look like to you?"

The playful male voice rang in both of their ears at the same time, Byron's face was happy, and the Lord of the Barbed Chain surged out like a frightened rabbit in the direction from which the sound came. In the darkness, a cold snort came, and two rays of light swept one after the other, leaving a two-finger-wide dent on the ground and walls along the way.

PS: I can't write - I lent the campus network to my junior brother, he turned off his computer and went to sleep, dizzy, I'll change it back secretly tomorrow。。。。。。。。。。