"'Breeder', 'breeder', here is 'vulture', please answer when you receive it. ”

"Repeat, this is the 'vulture', the church has just received the news that the harpists are gathering to attack the members of the various sects in the city of Drawing Water, the city lord Kelburn has led troops to blockade the entire port area, please start an evacuation operation immediately, please answer if you receive it!"

But on the other end of the magical communication, there was still silence, which made the middle level of the Bane church feel a little uneasy.

The man, who calls himself 'The Vulture', is one of the Bane who surveyed the 'robbery' of the slave ship on the banks of the Seburing River, and is also the one-line priest who was originally responsible for tracking down the 'breeder' of the Son of Slaughter.

As for why the sect member who took away the slime 'steel egg' was codenamed 'Breeder', because that guy usually likes to keep all kinds of rare monsters in captivity, and even cultivates magic pets, hence the name.

In fact, most of these codenames for the intelligence community are self-declared, and sometimes for the sake of secrecy, it is normal to change them every once in a while.

Strictly speaking, this 'breeder' is not a good enough Bane.

It has been more than ten years since the Santalin Society in the Northland was mixed, and it had only just been mixed into the position of the head of the resident branch of Jishui City, and this speed of infiltration and promotion in other organizations was really a bit embarrassing.

But Katsu has not made a major mistake in many years, so he belongs to the group of members who are relatively trustworthy in the upper echelons of the Bane church.

Usually it may be a little transparent, but this time the matter he suddenly reported and was responsible for was related to the killing god son of Baal, one of the three gods of death, and it was a special event that their master, Bane, had personally issued an oracle and had to 'respond to at the highest level'.

Therefore, even if the 'vulture' felt as uncomfortable as eating rat feces after the 'keeper' reported the incident, he had to pinch his nose and 'cooperate' with all his might to deal with this emergency.

Originally, he had already gathered a group of powerful sect members, just waiting to judge the best time to make a move, even if it was a robbery, he would rob the killing god son.

He even arrived at Jishui City in advance for this reason, but he didn't expect that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and it was the harpist and city lord Kelburn who led the army to seal the city, which really caught him off guard.

Just when he was considering whether to set up a teleportation circle himself to teleport the sect members over and act in advance, there was a sudden strange sound on the other end of the magic communication:

"Gollum, Gollum, Gollum..."

“......？？？”

Frightened, the 'vulture' hastened to end the expensive magical communication, but was a little confused.

This voice... Why does it sound like a fish?

Could it be that he failed to succeed in the transformation of the harp man? It's just that as far as he knows, the average mage is biased towards turning people into sheep and boars... Who else likes to turn people into fish?

After all, according to the method of the mage 'breeder', the greater the difference in body size, the higher the magic power and complexity consumed.

So to a certain extent, at this level, the dragons and the demons of the lower planes are often masters of 'Transfiguration'.

In the past, if he encountered such a dangerous situation, he might have run away, but this time the stakes are very high, if he spares his life and leaves, he may not know his future in the sect, and this life will come to an end.

'Why don't you go to the keeper and have a look?'

The 'Vulture' is also a ruthless person who does it when he thinks of it.

A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the stronghold of the Santarin Society, where the 'keepers' usually worked, a workshop for the processing of dried seafood and dried seafood in the port area...

He took advantage of the night to open the window of the workshop, and suddenly a strong smell of salted fish came to the surface, almost not smoking him to the end.

Finally got used to this 'heavy taste', he first applied a few stress-type talisman magic techniques to himself, and then he entered the workshop Zheng with his heart

The vision in the workshop was also a little dim, but he didn't dare to go directly to the 'flash technique', in that case, if he really encountered an ambush from the harpists, he was afraid that he would die ugly.

Through the faint light of the moonlight, I could barely see that there was a teleportation circle in the center of the ground that was about to be completed, but... What about people?

He had just taken a few steps forward when he suddenly froze.

Bah...

The vulture slowly lowered his eyes, and saw that he had stepped into a pool of viscous blood, and in the pool of blood, there was a corpse lying with a thousand holes as if it had been pierced by something, and the surface of the corpse was still sticking to the translucent mucus that looked like seafood, and his face was still 'frightened', as if he was looking at him blankly...

As his gaze gradually adjusted to this place, he could see that there were many such corpses as far as his eyes could see.

It's supposed to be all scattered Talin people...

It seems that they are all professionals, but how can professionals die in such a miserable state...

There are obviously no traces of other spell releases here, so it looks like he died without even the slightest strength to resist.

By this point, the vultures were already a little distracted.

No matter how important the task is, it must be carried out with an order, not to mention, the 'breeder' only has more information, and the target is not in his hands

And looking at the scene like this, that guy is also more than lucky... Right?

"Mmmm

A voice like a shog in his mouth suddenly sounded from a corner.

“......”

The vulture's gaze shifted to the source of the sound, and he saw that the 'keeper' was being mummified with kelp, and a beak was stuffed... Slime?

It was a very fat silver slime, which stuffed the mouth of the 'keeper' to the brim, and it was also very hard to hold such a slime for a long time, just look at the harazi flowing all over the ground.

It's just that the 'breeder' reacted a little big, and woke up with a slime 'steel egg' in his mouth.

The sleeping dazed steel egg opened his faint mung bean eyes, and saw the bewildered old face of the priest's vulture,

"Huh?"

The priest vulture instinctively felt that something was wrong, and took a step back, but he unintentionally bumped into a shield on Lin, and let out a loud clang.

'It's over!!'

Just as he thought, this loud noise instantly woke up the hateful slime completely, and let out a warning sound:

"Mmmm

And this sound is also like a trigger switch, and in the entire salted fish workshop, there are sudden responses one after another.

"Gollum?"

"Goo-goo-goo!"

"Gollum!"

Fish-people! Lots of fish-people! Densely packed with fish-people!

"I'm going to me!"

At this moment, the priest vulture finally knew how the group of Santalin had died!

With such a huge disparity of order of magnitude, I am afraid that he is a master of swordsmanship, and in the face of the coral harpoon covering the ground, he will also hate it on the spot!

At this time, where is there to save people, he will run away!

But as soon as he turned around, he saw that the window when he came had been blocked by dozens of fish-men gushing out!

What to do!

In the midst of a desperate terror, he suddenly took aim at the Fish Waste Discharge Zone, which led to the sewers under the city of Drawing Water, and the only possible exit for him to escape.

At the stake of life and death, the priest's posture of escaping was faintly the demeanor of a three-point warrior and a three-point wanderer, and in the face of the surging Kou Tao mermaid in front of him, the priest raised his staff and shouted:

"Illumination!"

"Quack!! quack!"

A group of 'salted fish' who were charging instantly overturned and rolled into a ball.

And this brave Reverend Bane actually waved the staff of the constant 'flash technique', and smashed the fish people who launched the 'Salted Fish Spike' one by one as if he were playing golf, jumped up violently when he approached the waste outlet, smashed a fishman with his backhand, and then poofed into the waste outlet full of fish scales in the posture of a carp diving into the water.

Slipping down the drain of the sewer that almost suffocated him, a section of pipe that had been sliding down for an unknown amount of time, the filthy priest finally landed in a bit of a mess.

Just after landing, he had a feeling of impending disaster...

He slowly raised his head and looked into the dark depths of the sewer, when suddenly a pair of green, reflective eyes lit up in the darkness.

"HUMAN THING?DIE!DIE!!"

"Mouse? no... How can there be rat people here??"

A rat-man with twin knives could be seen slowly turning, a humane taunt in his eyes, the knife curled around his tail rising with its battle cry.

The next moment, dense green eyes lit up from the sewer.

"Oh... Buy... Karma !!

"'Breeder', I'll fuck you!"

The priest looked at another sewer passage to the surface and ran...

Soon, I met a lot of 'peers' who found that the situation was wrong and started to 'reverse the drug'.

Behind them, a sea of rats rushed like an avalanche!

Like the black tide of death.

“DIE！

“DIE！！！”