What the hell is going on with this little ghost?

Seeing a teenage imp block the attack of hundreds of Gangaros, Ivo Berwick's eyes were filled with shock.

If it were a figure like the fire mage and the dark mage, Ivo Berwick might not be much more shocked, because he had learned from the magic of the two men that the 'great achievement' he was proud of still had many weaknesses - the evaporation of the heat of the fire and the devouring of darkness were the best ways to restrain Gangaro - after all, although they were also called Gangaro, they were far from the level of legend.

You know, the legendary Gangaro has enough power to destroy an army!

But when it came to his knowledge, Ivo Berwick was still very surprised by the imp in front of him.

Where did a little imp of this age come from such a powerful dark force?

This darkness that makes me feel fear and tremble from the depths of my soul......

Pure darkness......

Could it be that this imp made a deal with the devil?, Ivo Berwick's mind had a conjecture that was exactly the same as that of the werewolf Connell.

What a great research material......

Ivo Berwick laughed, and suddenly, as if he had caught a glimpse of something, his whole face suddenly became frightened, and he yelled hysterically.

"What do you want to do, little ghost?!"

He could clearly see that the girl was standing beside the werewolf, struggling to pull the silver stake from the werewolf.

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

Ivo Berwick's face was horrified.

Over the course of several years of research, Ivo Berwick learned from ancient alchemists' codex and excerpts that Gangaro's strength was not constant, and that their strength was based on when they were werewolves, and that in general, the newborn Gangaro was three or four times stronger than when they were werewolves, perhaps some kind of unknown staff, which was a relatively stable phenomenon, not too low, nor too high.

So, for the sake of research, alchemists hundreds of years ago chose to kill a werewolf when he was in the prime of life, in order to determine the chances of Gangero's birth and what kind of power the creature had.

Alchemists believe that werewolves are creatures between humans and wolves, given by some kind of demonic power, although they are alien, but werewolves are still living intelligent creatures, they have both human intelligence, reason, and the intuition and instinct of beasts, which is a very wonderful creature.

Legend has it that every full moon night, as long as the werewolves can survive after the transformation, then their strength will be a little stronger, until they have experienced three hundred and thirty-three full moon nights, about ten years or so, werewolves can no longer draw strength from the moon, because their strength has been at its peak.

In addition, even werewolves cannot escape the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death, and after the prime of life, they will gradually lose their strength due to aging.

There is only one way to maintain peak strength......

That's to be another life, Gangero!

Forever three or four times more powerful than the werewolf at its peak, with an immortal body that makes people panic and despair, and at the same time takes into account both the state of a werewolf and a vampire, Gangaro, this is an undead creature that violates the laws of nature!

However, it was not an easy task for the werewolves to kill him at the peak of his strength, and for him to successfully metamorphose into Gangaro after death.

You know, not every werewolf can transform into Gangaro after death!

As a result, hundreds of years ago, after these alchemists who were almost crazy in their obsessive power killed countless werewolves, the alchemists found that in the process of werewolves' transformation into Gangaro after death, the willpower of werewolves, as well as negative emotions such as anger and hatred, as well as pain and desire to survive, were all very directly related to the success of the transformation.

To this end, the alchemist researched and invented an elixir that could bring out the werewolf's maximum potential, but with the side effects that would make the werewolf become crazy and irritable under the intense stimulation of pain, just like a wild beast.

Ivo Beric discovered this potion and diluted and improved it, which led to the tragic death of innocent villagers, of course, this is a proud thing for him, because he made the improved potion based on the recipe of hundreds of years ago to make every werewolf after death transform into Gangaro, although the diluted and improved potion will not only make these Gangaro lose their soul and sanity, but also the power they carry is far from the standard of legend.

At that time, due to the lack of knowledge and literature, the alchemists researched the potion with severe side effects, and there was almost no need for the alchemists to kill the werewolf in the experiment, and the werewolf would die because of the intense pain stimulus after drinking the potion.

Of the countless failures that have accumulated, only a handful of examples have succeeded, but the alchemists are not satisfied with the power of these Gangaros......

Finally, after accumulating countless experiences, a work was finally born in the hands of the alchemists that they were very satisfied.

Although this newborn Gangaro is not very strong in terms of strength, or even weaker than other 'works', because he has been subjected to endless torture before, this Gangaro's willpower and soul power, as well as the oppressive power he brings to others, are not at the same level as the other Gangaro.

The werewolves who have transformed into Gangaro are no longer considered living species, but belong to the category of undead creatures, they can live without relying on food, as long as they use enough blood, they can always survive.

Having understood this, the alchemists, with the help of the nobility, fed these Gangaros with death row prisoners, war criminals, and even slaves.

Exactly how many people were transported here for food for a dozen gangaros over a period of three years, there is not an exact figure in the excerpt.

And three years later, only one of the dozen Gangeros remained......

Because the alchemist only needs one 'good product' to hope for, and of course, it is the most powerful one......

Unlike other undead creatures, the battle between Gangaro can only be explained by cruelty, because Gangaro is close to the existence of the undead, as long as they still have enough [blood energy] in their body, then they are eternal, so whether it is hand-to-hand combat or anything else, it is not so effective against vampires, and between Gangaro, this way of fighting is even more unworkable.

The only way is to either completely consume the blood energy in the opponent's body, or directly devour the opponent!

The last remaining Gongero chose the latter......

He completely devoured a dozen more Gangero......

The appearance of the best 'works' initially made the alchemists ecstatic, but as time passed, the alchemists gradually developed horror and despair at the creations they had created.

When they found themselves gradually unable to control this powerful Gangaro, the alchemists thought about destroying him, after all, they already had all the information they wanted, and that guy was no longer of much use to them.

But to the horror and despair of the alchemists, no matter what they did, they were unable to destroy their creations......

Poison, which has no effect at all......

The blade has no effect at all......

Even the silver stake could barely restrain the guy's movements......

After devouring the other Gangaros, that creature has become a true immortal!

The alchemist felt remorse and despair for creating such a terrible creature until then.

In the end, they chose to bury this dungeon forever, along with the people who were locked up in the dungeon......

Until the alchemists grew old, they did not and would not tell their apprentices or descendants the location of this dungeon......

'Never let this monster more terrible than a demon be free!—Alchemist Bett Arlinson. ’

This phrase was recorded on the last page of the Codex found by Ivo Berwick, and it was recorded repeatedly.

And all this is not known to Lavia.

Whether it was now, or a few minutes ago, she didn't know that the man in front of her, Jean Connell, had been the most proud work of hundreds of years of alchemists, and it was also the work that made them despair and panic......

During the time he endured the torture and research of the alchemists, the werewolf had survived the night of three hundred and thirty-three months, and because he had drunk countless mixed potions, his strength was far superior to that of his kind.

Then, when his strength was at its peak, the alchemists made him drink the potion that stimulated his potential, and through constant brutal torture, he generated negative emotions such as anger and hatred, as well as the corresponding desire to survive, and when all this reached its peak, the alchemist killed him......

He, Jean Connell, the werewolf who had lived for hundreds of years, was not the same as the inferior Gangaro created by Ivo Berwick, and there was a difference in rank, and the difference between the two was very different......

"Pull ...... Unplug these?"

"Yes, help pull out these prisoners, and I'll repay you...... That little ghost's power is greatly attenuated!"

......Hearing this, Lavia looked back at the boy uneasily, she could see that the body of the Dark Bear was much more hazy than it had been at first, and it seemed to collapse at any moment, and its strength had also been greatly attenuated, and the dark aura that had initially immobilized Gangaro could no longer trap those monsters.

Looking at Lavia's hesitant expression, Connell whispered in a demagogic tone, "Think about it, your strength is too far from that little ghost, and you can't handle this kind of scene at all...... As soon as that imp loses his powers, the monsters will kill both of you...... If you help me unplug these things, I'll help you get rid of those guys......"

“......”

"What are you hesitating about?" Connell said with a mocking grin, "Are you going to watch that imp get killed by a bunch of monsters?"

"Don't ......," Lavia interrupted Connell in a panicked tone.

"That's fine," Connell reluctantly pointed to the silver stake on his body, and bewitched, "pull out these things......!" I can see that you like that little ghost, don't you......"

Lavia's face suddenly turned red, and she stammered, "Cai, Cai!"

"Oh?" said Connell with a laugh, then shook his head and said sincerely, "Then for yourself...... As long as you can help me get out of trouble, no one can hurt you!

"......" Lavia didn't speak, she was silent.

As if seeing Lavia's hesitation, a subtle hint of imperceptible anger flashed on Connell's face, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you still hesitating about?!"

At this moment, the girl in front of her suddenly raised her head and asked softly, "Are you a good person?" I know, you have great power, but ...... Will you hurt someone?"

"......" looked at the girl's clear eyes, and the werewolf's eyes showed a little confusion and sadness, it was this feeling that made his mood suddenly become low, and he sneered at himself and said, "I...... I'm not a good person! hurt people? Kid, do you think werewolves are loving creatures? Don't laugh at the dead!"

However, such a reply actually made Lavia smile and say with a bit of narrowness, "Grandfather said that he was a good person, but he was not a good person, but he kept saying that he was a bad person, but he was not bad in himself......

"......" For a moment, the werewolf was speechless, and was stunned for a few moments before he sneered and said, "Laughable remarks...... Looks like your grandfather wasn't a normal guy either!"

"Don't talk about my grandfather!" said the girl angrily, and after that, she paused, hesitated, and asked, "Can I trust you?"

"Of course, I said that if you help me get out, I'll be rewarded for you, I swear!" Connell chuckled, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he could get out of this damn place.

But the girl's reply surprised him......

"I don't need you to repay me except for letting me and him get out of here safely, but ......" Lavia paused, her expression became very resolute for a moment, "Grandfather warned me that in the world, there are things that can be done and things that cannot be done, if you have to swear, then ...... You swear that you will never hurt innocent people after you leave here!"

"Hurt ......" The werewolf was stunned, he felt a little incredible, frowned and thought for a moment, he said tentatively, "What if I say no?"

The girl didn't answer, but her expression seemed to have answered.

"This oath will be heavier than the lives of you two imps?"

"My grandfather told me that there are many things that are more important than life in life......"

"If I say no, are you going to die here with that little ghost?"

"I ...... I'll do my best ......"

Looking at the eyes that seemed to be dyed red by the fire element, the werewolf seemed to be reminded of distant memories in his heart, and said disdainfully, "Tsk! a little ghost is a little ghost, a nasty little ghost!" As he spoke, he glanced at the girl's eyes and said jokingly, "Werewolves are loving creatures, hahhh......h As long as you don't mess with me, I won't hurt anyone......"

"Swear!" Lavia reminded earnestly.

"You!" the werewolf was speechless, looked at the girl with a depressed expression, and said dissatisfiedly, "Swear, even if you swear, what......? Do you think werewolves believe in some god? Am I going to swear to some demon?"

"No!" Lavia shook her head and said earnestly, "I swear to your heart, my conscience!

"......" The werewolf opened his mouth and was silent, and when he saw the insistence in the girl's eyes, he said impatiently, "Okay, okay, I swear it, don't look at me with such a disgusting gaze!" As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and said in a low tone, "I can agree to your request, but there is a guy I must kill......"

"Your enemy?"

"Hmph," said the werewolf, narrowing his eyes and speaking in a cold tone, "Ah......! It's a mortal enemy!" He glanced at the girl, and said in an inexplicably gentle tone, "This is the only exception, is it okay? I swear I won't hurt anyone else! Of course, I won't hurt anyone...... Don't think werewolves are loving, good-natured guys!"

"Hmm......" The girl hesitated, she felt that this kind of reply seemed to be the limit, so she nodded and said, "Well, remember your oath!" As she spoke, she reached for the silver stake on the werewolf's chest, which, to her surprise, seemed to be nailed deep enough that she could not pull it out with the strength of one hand.

Glancing at the werewolf with a little pity, Lavia hesitated and whispered, "I...... I'm pulling it out, you bear with it......"

"Hmm!" the werewolf nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something, frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't look at me like that!

"Hmph!" Lavia was already holding the silver stake with both hands as she spoke, and when she heard this, she hummed and exerted all her strength.

The sound ......of the silver pile rubbing against the ** made Lavia feel creepy, but Connell didn't have the slightest strange expression.

"Does it hurt?" Lavia asked in a low voice with curiosity and pity.

"You ......" Looking at the girl's eyes, the werewolf opened his mouth, swallowed what he wanted to say just now, shook his head and said, "No, this level of pain is nothing to me, and I like this feeling, it makes me understand that I am still alive......"

"You're so weird!" tilted her head to look at the werewolf for a while, the girl increased her strength, and with a "poof", the silver stake on her chest was pulled out, but there was not the slightest blood spilled, and almost in the blink of an eye, the wound on the werewolf's chest healed.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Looking at the girl looking at her chest in a daze, the werewolf said lightly, "But what you have paid for this kind of power is something you can't understand at your age!

"Oh......" the girl nodded, and then she pulled out the silver stakes that had been rubbed against every vital part of the werewolf, until only the one left hand remained, when Ivo Berwick's voice of horror and anger rang out.

"Little, little ghost, are you crazy?!Do you know what you're doing?!!" he said, yelling in a depraved breath, "Kill her for me, kill her!"

With this sound, Gungro, who was attacking the Dark Giant Bear, suddenly turned around and rushed towards the girl, and by this time, the strength of the Dark Giant Bear had weakened to the point that it could not be rescued.

The dozens of Gangero seemed to make Lavia feel great psychological pressure, so much so that the last silver stake could not be pulled out for a while, and the girl's eyes were full of horror as she saw dozens of black strengths getting closer and closer.

"Alas!" I don't know why, there was some disappointment and regret in the werewolf's eyes, he sighed softly, gently pushed the girl aside with his right hand, and staggered to his feet, very reluctantly, although he staggered, it looked as if he would fall to the ground at any time, but after all, he stood up straight, it is hard to imagine that he was locked in a kneeling position for hundreds of years......

"Dang, dang, ......" In the sound of the chains, Jean Connell finally stood up straight, he seemed not tall just now, but he actually had a physique of more than two and a half yards, and his body was covered with strong muscles, full of explosive power.

"Bang bang bang!"

Lavia couldn't even see what was happening, and the gangaro flew upside down and slammed into the hard wall, Lavia never doubted her eyes, but today, something like this had happened twice.

It's too fast! It's too fast! so fast that she can't even see with her eyes.

This guy ...... This guy has the same power as that dark bear?!

"It's over, it's over......" Ivo Berwick muttered to himself, and then yelled at Lavia in utter deplorment, "do you know what you've done? This guy is going to kill us all! This guy is going to destroy all the life in sight! You stupid little imp!"

"Kill them all?" Lavia looked at the tall, muscular werewolf in surprise.

Perhaps the restraining effect of just one silver stake on Connell was so small that he could pull it out with his own strength, and with a "dang bang", the last silver stake rolled on the obsidian ground, and with this sound was a werewolf, which made Connell laugh uncontrollably.

"Hahaha, it's finally out, it's finally out!hahahaha!" The over-excitement not only made the muscles in his shoulders tremble, but even his voice.

"Finally ......" The werewolf took a deep breath, calming his excitement, and then smiled evilly, and said jokingly, "Kill everyone?

ps: I'm really sorry for the update!But for the New Year, there are too many things to go to relatives to eat......

In addition, I wish all students a happy Chinese New Year in advance!!

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