Dark Demon Warlock Chapter 186

  Chapter 186 Shocking Change (Part 2)

   Grumpy skin?

   Yate instantly realized that he was being fucked.

Consciousness was pulled to a place that looked like a cave and a temple. The space in front was occupied by this guy's huge head, and the two sides were covered with "relief" walls. The space behind suddenly expanded, but it was a dilapidated wasteland, broken The gate towers and stone pillars are desolate and dead, the ground is uneven, each protrusion is as high as a head, and there are some raised outlines on it, as if something wants to come out of it.

  It sent chills down one's spine!

  A faint corpse odor and a very faint but pungent sulfur breath lingered at the end of the nose.

   Obviously only conscious, but can smell the breath.

  There is nothing on her body, necklaces, belts, rings... Wait, the Stone of Jordan is here!

  Case solved.

   No wonder it will drop this piece of equipment, it has been calculated since then!

   Unexpectedly, this guy's intelligence is so high!

  His behavior of swiping treasure is a card bug. Although the consciousness of the dark plane acquiesces, it will not help him make many restrictions like a formal contract. Just like the behavior of the irritable skin, it is impossible to hide the consciousness of the dark plane, but because there are no restrictions on the terms of the contract, the consciousness of the dark plane will not actively analyze the danger of this behavior, and naturally it will not stop it.

   I never thought that this guy would be so insidious and powerful!

  Yate always thought that the dark plane was too far away from his own world, and the other party had no coordinates, so he was very safe.

   Now being taught a lesson by this guy.

   It can actually pull away its own consciousness through countless dimensions. In other words, is it so powerful?

  However, it should also exist in a form similar to consciousness. It is impossible to pull oneself into the dark world with only one ring, otherwise it would not be the irascible skin, but the "devil god's violent skin".

  The surrounding environment is not real, but the home field created by its consciousness.

   Including the breath you smell.

   This guy looks awkward, but his thoughts are quite careful.

  Yate was indeed a little flustered, but he knew that panic was useless, so he forcibly eliminated this emotion and analyzed his chances of survival.

  Begging for mercy directly is definitely useless.

   And this guy is probably not a projection, but a body. The strength of the two sides is completely incomparable, and it is impossible to do it.

  The only good thing is that he doesn't need to kill the other party, he just needs to find a way to return his consciousness.

   The question is how to get out of its shackles!

  Pinching myself, biting my tongue and other methods have been used, but it has no effect except to hurt myself.

   Senses too!

  The mark on the right arm is also blocked.

  Skills can be used, but they cannot escape from this cave.

  Irritable skin just looked at him quietly, allowing him to use skills, as if admiring his dying struggle,

  However, as his "tricks" became more and more, the black flames in the eye sockets of the irritable outer skin could not help flickering a few times.

  What is his occupation?

  Why do paladins, mages, barbarians, and druids have all the skills?

  Before, he thought that he could only use the aura of judgment because he possessed a certain piece of powerful equipment, but now it seems that it is actually his own ability!

   "Which organization are you from?" Finally couldn't help asking.

In the dark world, there are many large and small organizations, such as the Brotherhood of Horadrim, the Church of Zakarum, the Knights of Westmarch, the Knights of Kanduras, the Blind Sisters, Wiz-Jakatar Wait, there are also various clans, some of which are famous even in hell.

   It is not surprising that there are forces that can develop members in other dimensions.

   But it's the first time I've seen someone who can work in several jobs part-time!

  Perhaps Lord Barr will also be interested.

  Art finally stopped performing.

  Testing skills is just a means for him to delay time and attract the attention of the irritable skin.

  If he takes the initiative to communicate, the irritable skin will definitely dismiss it and instinctively doubt it.

  If it is proposed by the grumpy skin, it is another situation.

   "Lord Mephisto." After pondering for a while, he decided to borrow the title of Mephisto.

   "Master Mephisto? Hahaha..." The irritable outer skin seemed to hear a very funny joke, and laughed exaggeratedly.

  This guy has a weird laugh.

"What's so ridiculous about this? I have Lord Mephisto's autograph there. If you let me go back, I can show it to you." Of course Arter knew that Grumpy Skin couldn't just let him go back so easily, so he said , but to increase the credibility of his own words.

   "Do you think I'll be fooled?" The violent laughter stopped abruptly, and the head suddenly thrust forward, almost touching his face.

   One mouth can swallow him whole.

   "What I said is true, if you don't believe me, you can contact Lord Mephisto!" Art said lightly.

   My heart was pounding.

  I hope this guy is really as he guessed, not the same irritable and reckless character as his name, but sinister and suspicious.

  Sinister and suspicious people like brainstorming the most, and occasionally become indecisive.

  Of course he doesn't want to contact Mephisto!

   Don't forget, Mephisto appreciates him very much!

  Once he falls into the hands of Mephisto, there may be no chance of escape.

   "You think I can't contact Lord Mephisto?" The irritable skin stared at him, the black flames in the eye sockets flickering.

  Yate made a gesture of excuse.

   Cranky Hood is resurrected by humans and can understand his gestures.

   Suddenly caught in a dilemma.

   It took a huge price to pull his consciousness back, naturally for revenge.

  Now I only hate myself for talking too much!

   If you don't ask, you will kill it. Now that you know, how dare you kill it?

   As we all know, Master Mephisto likes to tempt the strong of human beings to fall, and plant spies among human forces.

   Moreover, he speaks the devil language, which is purer than himself!

  The fallen demons have never given up on returning to glory. Although the hope is slim, this authentic accent has been retained.

  Yate looked at the surrounding environment confidently.

  The flames in the eye sockets of the irritable skin dance violently.

   "Behind you is the Hall of Grief, right?" In the silence, Art suddenly asked.

   "Don't ask if you don't know what you shouldn't!" The violently beating flames in the eye sockets suddenly stopped, and the irritable skin didn't explain that this was an illusion constructed by itself, but reprimanded it in the posture of a senior.

  Yate shrugged indifferently, and turned his head to look at the "relief" on the wall.

   Not a relief, but a real corpse!

   The irritable outer skin was annoyed again when he saw his behavior like this.

  But he dared not do it.

  Yate's words accounted for half of the reason, and the other half was because of Mephisto's reputation.

   In case the interest of Lord Demon God is spoiled, death can only be said to be relief!

   "It's not easy to contact Master Mephisto, is it?" Yate seemed to have finally realized its predicament, and said proactively, "Then you can contact Smith Marles and ask him to testify for me."

   Really thought he was looking at the surrounding environment?

  I have been thinking about how to break the game!

  A sinister and suspicious person like this, even if he has believed his lies in his heart, he will still hesitate, and he will figure out some flaws if he is not sure.

  The best way is to keep stacking chips, so that the balance in the opponent's heart is completely biased towards your side.

   "Smith Mallers?" Now, Grumpy Skin really believed it.

  (end of this chapter)

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