"Hi man...... You're going too fast!"

Fearing that a mob would gather there, the captain of the Pharaoh's Praetorian Guard sent two of his men to inspect it.

But halfway along the way, the older veteran among the two not only walked slowly, but also always made his companions slow down. All in all, time has been lost.

"Old Dalik, please!" stroking his forehead, the younger soldier said helplessly to the veteran: "It's the third time on the way, I still want to complete the captain's task quickly, and then I can go back to the camp to sleep early." ”

Looking at his companion who had become impatient, Dalik was old after all, he picked up a kettle from his waist and handed it over, "Sweet wine mixed with nectar of tranquility, drink more to relieve fatigue." But boy, you've got to listen to me, because it's said—"

"- Today's events are related to demons, so be careful. ”

After pouring a large sip of sweet wine, the young Praetorian Guard slammed his mouth, the kettle in his hand had not yet been returned, and his face was full of suspicion.

"Listen to me, old man. Those stories are nothing more than false rumors. Either you want to make people laugh or you just want to scare people. ”

"Demons are not only chaotic and murderous, they are also 'soul thieves,'" the veteran said to himself, ignoring the sarcasm of his young companion, "In my native archipelago, even the poorest of the people die with hand-woven reed chains. Because they believe that if they encounter a demon after death, they can use that thing to trade with the demon and buy their souls......"

"So, what does that mean?"

The young Praetorian Guard stomped his foot, as if trying to banish the coldness of the mist, and he glanced at the veteran's wrist, which was wearing a bracelet made of wire, "Could it be that you still want to bargain with the devil?"

"If you want to face demons, you have to be prepared," the veteran said earnestly, "and there is nothing wrong with being careful." ”

At the insistence of the veteran, to the west side of the central city, the two of them walked for nearly half an hourglass.

The fog that became a little thick made the two of them dare not be too far apart, and even the young Praetorian Guard soldiers who did not believe in the demonic rumors secretly raised their vigilance.

Clung to the high walls surrounding the central city, they cautiously made their way along the mottled stone pavement. "I'll give you something," said the veteran to his young companion in front of him, "and in case anything happens, sprinkle some of this silver powder on your weapon." ”

Taking the small cloth bag handed over by the veteran, he finally knew where the sound of "rustling" behind him just now came from - it was the sound of the veteran scraping his silver bracelet with a hand relief knife.

As they advanced, the gate of the bell tower finally appeared in front of them. The two men glanced at each other, divided into two sides, and slammed open the door of the bell tower in a professional "breaking door" posture.

"Is there anybody? We are the Pharaoh's Praetorian Guard, and we have come to inspect and inspect. ”

The young warrior, who walked ahead with a shield in one hand and a scythe-bladed sword in the other, asked loudly. The veteran, armed with a spear, faintly hid his body behind his companion and swept the battle for him.

They were answered by silent silence.

"Be careful, we'll just make a round on the first floor," the experienced veteran saw a hint of clues, but due to the captain's orders, they still had to take the risk of doing some simple checks, "If you notice something is wrong, retreat immediately." ”

Suddenly, in the depths of the empty hall, there was the sound of "tuk tuk" footsteps. Against the backdrop of such a quiet environment, it looks very strange.

"簌簌簌"......

Just as they were about to ask "who is coming", there was a sharp sound of air piercing overhead, and acid mist worms as thick as arms shot at the two Praetorian Guards.

Listening to voices and distinguishing positions is a type of training that elite samurai often receive. Even if their vision was obstructed by the dense fog, they were able to determine the general direction of the attack's existence.

"Bang".

The shield was raised in the oblique thorn, and the young Praetorian Guard soldier with the shield smashed the "attacker" with the edge of the iron shield. For a moment, both he and the veteran thought they had dealt with their opponent - at least they could interrupt their attack.

But the danger of the tough acid mist worm was far beyond the imagination of two mortals. Despite the fierce shield blows, they remained focused on their target, unfazed by anything else.

What's more, the so-called shield slam didn't actually hurt them in the slightest.

"Withdraw! Ah......h

"Ahh......hh

The veteran took advantage of the gap just now, took out the silver powder in his arms, and swiped it at the evil-looking meat worm.

His reaction was not unfast, and the acid mist worms affected by the silver powder also flinched, but coldly, several acid mist worms crawling close to the shadows of the ground suddenly attacked them from the bottom up.

The Acid Mist Worm Demon not only tore through the armor on its chest, but also ripped off large patches of flesh with its sharp ring-like teeth.

The core muscles were severely damaged, and the two Praetorian Guard soldiers lost the ability to resist in an instant.

They wailed and fell to the ground, trying to crawl towards the gate of the bell tower, but together with the helpless wail, they were eventually overwhelmed by the acid mist worms like a tide.

"Since you're here," came Hermtar's voice from the depths of the bell tower's hall, his voice like the sound of rubbing the mouth of a glass bottle with wet fingers, and it was uncomfortable to listen to it, "why don't you come in and talk?" or ...... What are you afraid of?"

As if stimulated by the words, the door of the bell tower was violently pushed open by an invisible force, and the thick door broke through the barrier of the door shaft and flew straight in.

"You stupid, filthy bottomless abyssal bastard. ”

Naturally, the one who uses this title is our Lord Count the Devil. Dressed in black, Kunini stepped in, seemingly fearless warrior, followed by an attendant.

was insulted, but the clone of the demon lord was not annoyed.

The humanoid creature standing not far from it smelled of sulfur and the smell of order that annoyed Hermtar from the bottom of his heart—he was undoubtedly a high-level devil who had come to the material plane.

As for the "slander" against the Batzu clan, in the bottomless abyss, only the weak demons will choose to fight back with more vicious words. As strong as he is, he disdains it.

"It's true, the road is narrow. ”

Hemtar stepped out of the shadows, and as he walked, countless acid mist worms poured out of the hem of his robe, as if to spread a "worm blanket" over the bell tower hall.

Battle, on the verge of breaking out.