Yes, the Master is back. After the initial fear of the pen &www.biquge.info amp; fun & passed, the black-robed mage thought about it seriously and sensed that something was wrong. Of course, more importantly, in the stone house, there was a magic circle that had taken him half a day to set up with countless precious materials, which allowed him to teleport to a basement in the far east. The mage's previous magic array had already been detected by the forces of goodness, otherwise he would not have been so fortunate to run into an extremely remote forest.

Under the influence of the above factors, the mage, who calmed down, contacted his black panther and learned that it was not dead.

Anger then replaces calm, and then anger turns into ecstasy and excitement. Regardless of how Arcanis was resurrected, the great god of conspiracy would surely be generous to him if he killed her.

Arcanis, who was fighting, suddenly felt a malicious gaze on her, and she took advantage of the gap between battles to take a step back and glanced to the side, and saw those malicious eyes. The black-robed mage's lips squirmed and uttered evil words, his right hand clenched into fist-sized sulfur, and his hands together made strange but powerful gestures.

As the spell and gesture ended, the yellow sulfur turned into a choking smoke that surrounded the lanky caster, who closed his eyes in the smoke. His face was full of pleasure and let out a painful murmur, like an addict who inhales opium smoke. The magical power of the spell infuses the demonic mana into the mage's body, transforming him into that vicious form.

A shadow of terror loomed over his tall and thin body, and the black-robed mage stared fiercely at Arcanis, who couldn't take his eyes off it. Gazing at each other, Arcanis seemed to see the bottomless abyss in the mage's eyes, hollow sounds of terror echoing through the valleys of her mind, destroying her sanity and extinguishing her anger to extinguish the fire of her bravery.

Arcanis let out a frightened scream, his face full of terror, trembling helplessly, like a helpless person who has fallen into a bottomless abyss, into the infinite darkness.

The enraged black panther took the opportunity to bite Arcanis's slender neck, and two huge palms pressed down on the slender body, pressing the helpless Arcanis to the ground. It bit its neck and twisted its mouth violently, making a crisp sound.

The fangs that pierced into the slender and graceful neck of a swan took away a large patch of flesh without mercy, and Arcarnes maintained a frightened expression on her face, and the red blood splattered her terror a little blood-red. Like a white swan flying in a cloudless and clear sky, it was caught by a ruthless steel clamp around its neck and took its life.

She struggled in vain, screaming from her bitten trachea, her hands moving limply.

The white swan struggled desperately, but it couldn't change the food that turned into the mouth of the hunter hound.

"Leave her scimitar behind, she has no other useful magical items on her. The mage commanded as he pointed to the dying Arcanis.

The half-elf girl's vitality was unexpectedly tenacious, and although her neck was twisted, the terrifying wound on her neck revealed white bones. But her lips were still wriggling, and she let out screams that didn't exist.

The tailless panther opened its mouth again stained with red blood and bit down on its snow-white wrist, reminding it of a terrifying cracking of bones. It was the only quick way to take down the Arcanis cutlas, and the master was pleased with it. The mage admired the pained expression on Arcanis' face, and he noticed that the panther's bloodless lips squirmed faster as he bit off his wrist.

"Eat her. The mage commanded, looking at the blood-stained Legendary Scimitar and nodding in satisfaction, "They will make those foolish people see what will happen against us." ”

Melly cowered in fear at the foot of the tree, cat-eyed eyes wide in disbelief as she watched the Arcanese swallowed into the leopard's mouth, the giant monster chewing and eating the slender Arcanese into its mouth. It's like eating a cauliflower from tail to end. The last to be swallowed was the wristless arm, and the once white arm struggled in vain as if to escape from the leopard's jaw, which was constantly chewing bones.

But the next moment, they were swallowed into the leopard's mouth. The tailless panther was so pleased with the delicious meal that the feeling of the supple meat sliding down his esophagus made it its tail in satisfaction. It squatted to reveal a well-fed belly, blood leaving from its mouth, and it stretched out its rough tongue to sweep the blood into its mouth.

Melly, who witnessed the whole tragedy, shed a crystal tear. Fate made people, and a generation of legends was swallowed into the belly like this, like a chicken with no ability to resist, and died in great shame.

The little milk cat, who was mourning for her in her heart, silently turned around and fled into the dense forest.

But it hadn't gone far before it felt the ground tremble, and heard the sound of dead branches snapping, and the pungent smell of blood, and the shadows caught up with it, and a huge body fell in front of it from the sky.

Melly was forced to stop, trembling as she looked at the bloody panther in front of her, who was staring at the tiny Melly. In front of it, Melly was as small as a small piece of fat in broth.

"Eat this dessert after the meal. A cold command came from afar.

Merry, who has never been to any plane, has actually forgotten the extremely sensitive characteristics of the purgatory creatures.

Uncle Ben should have gone into the forest right now, I should have thought that damn bastard would come back.

Melly closed her eyes in despair, even as her little heart beat desperately to get out of its thin chest, making the little bit of it tremble. But it desperately forced itself to crouch straight so that it could retain the last bit of dignity - the dignity of a well-known mongrel cat.

The panther opened its bloody mouth.

Merry smelled the smell of sulphur mixed with blood and foul stench, the stench that swept across its cheeks and pierced its fur like tiny tiny stabs into its skin.

Before waiting for death to come, it remembered the evening of the day it met Arcanis. The sky was drizzling, and the garbage heaps on the streets of Berwick Blackstone stenched disgustingly under the warm spring nurturing.

And it, a lame mongrel cat, was kicked out of the doorway by the owner of the butcher's shop, kicked onto the wet stone slab, and slid all the way to the wall. He carried a butcher's knife and walked towards him, and it was not uncommon to sell wildcat meat in Berwick.

Arcanis then picked it up and kicked the chubby butcher down and kicked him in the chubby ass a few times, so that the lame mutt cat became his animal companion.

When Melly, who had become an Arcanese animal companion much later, asked him about it and why he did it.

He replied, "I like it."

Many people hated Arkanis, whether they were aristocrats or peasants, because he hated the rules and morals of society, and he did whatever he wanted. He once threw a prince who had entertained him into the sea to feed the fish, and because Arcanis was unhappy with the prince's slave trade, he was chased half of the country by an army of 100,000 people.

He once shot the duke's tax collector on the road, simply because he was not accustomed to the heavy taxation of the poor peasants, and finally the angry duke took out his anger on the peasants and hanged them.

When a do-good person asked him if he regretted it, he replied, "I never regret it." ”

"But those peasants died because of you. ”

"It's about Lao Tzu's, and I didn't hang it. ”

"Then why did you shoot the duke's tax collector. ”

"I like it. ”

"You're such a madman. ”

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Yes, this is the common thinking of those who are afraid that Arkanis will draw a knife and kill people without saying a word, and criticize his terrible behavior from the perspective of morality, justice, kindness, and law behind his back.

However, Melly enjoys spending time with Arcanis and begins to reminisce about the good days she spent with her years ago. Together, they went to kick the ass of the nobles, warmed themselves together in the icy wilderness, went to brothels together, and feasted together at the dinner table.

Those days were really free.

I wish I could be your animal companion in the next life. Melly thought, and shed another tear of despair.

Because this is tantamount to delusion, there is no doubt that their souls will be extracted by the mage and sacrificed to the evil gods.

Wait, why am I not dead yet?Melly suddenly thought, saying that time flies very slowly when recalling (1), but to be reasonable, Uncle Ben has been recalling for about three or five minutes.

At this time, a puzzled male voice came from a distance,

"Why don't you keep your mouth shut?"

(1) Another situation where time passes very slowly is to meet the other half of the destined one.