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Now that Flomo had not fully reached the main plane, it was impossible for him to inflict damage on Bachoif, who was on the other plane, with his half-virtual and half-real form. So instead of dodging in a hurry, Bajoyev slowed down his chant in order to gain more reaction time.

It was impossible to give up the summoning, and even if Bajoyif gave up chanting now, it would only allow Flomo to stay in the mezzanine of the plane for a longer time, and it would not prevent him from descending to the main plane. Of course, other Fallen may be able to use this time to escape, but Bajoyfe himself will never survive the spell backlash.

The option of sacrificing oneself to help others has never been in the mind of any degenerate.

Compared to the termination ceremony, the backlash of deliberately suppressing the speed of the chant is insignificant.

The claws glittered with cold light and grabbed at Bajoyf's head, but pierced through his body like a phantom.

This result made Flomo's face show a surprised expression, because according to his calculations, his claws should have completed his complete descent before they touched the summoner's skin, but for some reason, he found that he was still being rejected from the main plane.

Taking advantage of the other party's stunned effort, Bajoyev quickly spit out all the syllables that followed.

Such a rapid chant made his injuries aggravated again because of the backlash, but he was not affected by the tearing sensation in his mind, and he didn't even have time to wipe the blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, so he panicked and activated the back hand he left.

As Bajoyf's mind sparked, the blood-colored horns carved into the cloak glowed, as if bright red blood was flowing on it.

"Positioning-Migration-"

Bajoyf struggled to pronounce the activation spell, and the body under the cloak swapped places with the body he had prepared for the dead ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the back of the crowd.

Bajoyf's spell was cast quickly, and almost the next second after the channel ended, the spell was complete.

Flomo, who was affected by the vertigo caused by the straddle plane, became vigilant and waved his hand to send the summoner in front of him out to prevent him from making a follow-up attack.

Then, with his claws on his chest, his legs leaping backwards, his wings converging behind his back to prevent attacks from the darkness, his tail half-wrapped around his waist to frighten the ill-intentioned "speculators" until his back hit the rock wall.

The dizziness came and went as fast as it could, and before Flomo's wings to defend against attacks from behind him could spread and protect him in front of him, his consciousness had already returned to normal.

Looking at Flo who was guarding against the rock wall like a frightened hedgehog, Mephistopheles was also a little speechless, no wonder the evaluation of this kind of demon in the literature is tricky, with his late stage of victim paranoia, it's strange if it's not tricky, right?

At this time, Flomo, who had discovered the true situation, also restrained his vigilance slightly, and then looked at the depraved not far away with a playful gaze, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Shifting?"

Mephistopheles glanced at the figure that had fallen heavily to the ground, and muttered something strange.

Others may not recognize it, but Mephistopheles is not fooled by the superficial cover-up. The degenerate who was knocked to the ground by Flomo was still dressed as Bajoyf, but under the cloak was another person, John.

This conversion method is very secretive, and if it weren't for the fact that John had been planted with the seeds of anger by Mephistopheles, he would probably have been difficult to spot Bajoyf's small movements.

However, what makes Mephistopheles strange is that although "Shapeshifting" is not a too rare spell, it also involves the use of vector elements, which is difficult for orthodox mages to master when they have not reached the gold rank, not to mention Bajoyf, a degenerate who has just entered the silver?

What's even more strange is that the activation of this spell has almost no fluctuations, and its stealth is much stronger and faster than that used by mages, otherwise it would not have been possible to hide from Flomo, who was so close to him.

Just look at Flomo's movements from time to time to watch John fall to the ground, and you know that he did not see through Bajoyf's "trick of changing the living person".

"Hurry up and leave, or I won't be able to leave when Flomo notices me. ”

Although Bajoyf and John swapped places, he did not have any intention of relaxing.

Although most of Flomo's attention was now on the farmer, he would soon divert his attention and take the information of everyone present in his head.

If he couldn't escape from Flomo's sight before then, with Bajoyf's current physical condition, he would definitely not be able to escape Flomo's ensuing pursuit.

"Thanks, though, for that idiot Kohler. He thought he had sent someone to dig the escape hole, I don't know? Joke, in the face of interests, that so-called 'loyalty' is vulnerable. Presumably he has been killed by the trap in the cave entrance now, hmph, no one who thinks he is smart will live long!"

Bajoyf despised Kohler in his heart as he hurled towards the escape route Kohler had prepared. It's not that he doesn't want to leave the hole, but it's not realistic.

You know, if you want to get to the entrance of the cave, you have to follow the path to the top of the rock wall. Flomo was not blind, and the wings behind him were not ornaments, and Bachoyf did not know if Flomo could see in the dark, and he did not dare to bet on it.

What's more, although the guards at the entrance of the cave are loyal to him, with his current situation, it is difficult to guarantee that the other party will not have any other ideas.

After thinking about it, it was safer for Kohler to prepare an escape route, not only in the cave below, but also in a camouflaged entrance.

What's more, the builder of this passage has long since died at the hands of Kohler, and apart from Kohler, who has already been killed by a trap, Bajoyif is the only one who knows about this passage. This ensures that others will not be introduced into it in the process of being hunted down by Flomo, bringing unexpected risks to themselves.

Just thinking about it, a strong warning suddenly appeared in Bajoyev's heart, and he did not hesitate, and subconsciously rushed to the side.

Originally, according to Bajoyf's assumption, he should have pounced and then rolled over, returned to throw the quenched dagger that was already in his hand behind him, and then burrowed into the escape passage as fast as he could.

He didn't have time to think about who was attacking him, and now it was time to make a minute, and avoiding Flo's gaze was the most important thing.

As for the clown behind him, who may follow, he has his own carefully designed trap to deal with.

It doesn't matter if Flomo, who was attracted to attention, discovered this passage because of this, with the other party's caution, he would not decisively enter this closed environment. And as long as he closes the exit in time after he gets out of the passage, it is not impossible to escape from Flomo's hands.

The plan was good, but he overestimated his current physical condition.

The perfect plan broke down at the first ring, and unfortunately, he didn't have any plans for a remedy.

His weakened body deformed his movements, and his palms didn't perfectly support the ground, so it was impossible to talk about rolling or anything.

"Huh?"

The sharp blade pierced into Bajoyf's body, which was lying on the ground, and although it could not penetrate through the body, the resistance of the muscle feedback made Mephistopheles's brow furrow. It didn't feel like it was piercing into the living flesh, but like cutting into the worn leather armor.

With a flip of his wrist and a sword, he sliced Bajoyve's body at the waist, and looking at the withered and yellowed muscles, Mephistopheles nodded in understanding.

"No wonder the mana fluctuation is so secretive, it turns out that it is urged by one's own qi and blood?"

As he spoke, Mephistopheles turned his head to look at where John had fallen: "Come to think of it, that cloak should be a good trophy." ”