Dark Demon Warlock

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhuang Zhou only felt that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and even his thoughts became slow, and he felt an urge to sleep desperately.

However, the subconscious in the depths of his soul told him that he must not sleep!

Once you fall asleep, it will be difficult to wake up again.

He forcibly used his will to resist the instinct of his body, and slowly opened his eyes.

Swish!

In an instant, the light shines brightly, as if returning to the world from hell, and it is inexplicably touched for a while.

Well, it's really just a circle of candles around.

And he lies inside a hexagram surrounded by candles.

It seems that some kind of mysterious ceremony is being carried out, and his role is... a sacrifice? !

There was great terror between life and death, and a force emerged from his almost dry body, supporting him to sit up.

However, he felt dizzy for a while, and hurriedly supported the ground with his hands, only to avoid falling on his back.

Regardless of the buffer, he immediately looked forward.

someone!

When I got up, I saw someone standing in front of me, and it was too late to pretend to be dead.

After waking up, the whole person was in a daze, and his thinking was terribly dull. Under the darkness and the fear of death, he didn't think of anything else at all.

However, being frightened by this, the person was already awake, and quickly started to use his brain, thinking about how to survive.

Huh?

hiss--

After concentrating on it, I realized that the person standing outside the ritual was not a human being, but a somewhat familiar small creature!

Dark red skin, a goat-like face, long ears, two horns, a nose ring on the huge nose, and a mouthful of fangs when he opened his mouth. He is thin and short, only about the waist height of an adult man, holding a handful The iron piece, which looks like a dagger or a short knife, is stained with rust, and it is dripping bright red blood.

Seeing this, his eyelids twitched violently.

If the blood on the blade belonged to him, then even if the other party was lucky enough to let him go, if he couldn't seek medical treatment in time, he might die.

It can be known without identification, this blade must have many affixes such as "tetanus" and "unknown virus" attached to it!

Feeling my body, although weak, but there is no pain and numbness of injury.

If it's not my own... Is there a third person in the house?

Moving his eyes, he finally found that outside the ceremony, there was a person lying at the foot of the little creature in front of him.

Or a corpse.

The moment he saw the corpse, it seemed that a certain valve had been touched, and a huge memory suddenly surged up.

A splitting headache.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Sure enough, human potential is infinite.

With his current situation, in normal times, not to mention this kind of shock, even if he was bumped slightly, he would immediately faint.

However, at this moment, he persisted with his will!

His eyes were bloodshot, thick veins were exposed on his forehead, neck, arms and other parts, his teeth were clenched, and his face was hideous and terrifying. He looked as if he might faint at any time, but he just couldn't fall down!

With such a creature in front of him, how dare he faint?

Sure enough, human potential is infinite.

The short creature on the opposite side seemed to be frightened by his ferocious expression, and suddenly took a step back, with his feet moving forward and backward, as if he was about to run away at any moment.

His eyes rolled wildly, revealing a treachery.

The two sides fell into such a stalemate.

Only Zhuang Zhou's heavy breathing could be clearly heard in the room.

After a while.

The memory transmission was finally over, and Zhuang Zhou's face showed an indescribable exhaustion, but his mood relaxed.

"I said it a long time ago, I shouldn't give myself this name..." The corners of his mouth moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

This is no longer his original world!

What just came out was the memory of the original owner of this body.

The combination of the memories on both sides made him understand his current state.

Art Tavel is the name of his body, and it will also be the name that will accompany him throughout his life.

I don't know if I was born with a predestined relationship with "big shots".

In his previous life, he was named Zhuang Zhou by his father, but he died before he was 30 years old; his original name was Art Tavel, but he was killed by a "best friend" just after graduating from college. "Umr" people.

After laughing at himself, he looked up at the little creature in front of him.

Fallen Demon!

The little monster in an old game in the previous life, no wonder he finds it familiar, he was playing a new MOD version of this game before time travel.

This guy was summoned by him or "him".

I don't know whether it is Zhuang Zhou or Art Tavel. Things are a bit complicated, but now I am alone, so there is no difference.

Being stared at by him, the fallen demon who was wandering outside the ceremony paused, took a small step back without a trace, bent his body slightly, and moved his eyes restlessly, but every few breaths would be on him. Passing by, it seems to be observing his state.

Zhuang... No, it should be Art Tavel's heart suddenly popping up, his body that had just been relaxed tightened up again, the corners of his mouth tanned, his brows tightened, and the corners of his eyes slightly lifted, making a strong and slightly dissatisfied gesture, his face Staring at each other expressionlessly.

The introduction to the Fallen Demon in the game data is violent, irritable, and warlike, but extremely timid and suspicious.

Although the Fallen Demon is short and thin, he can survive in the dark world, even if he is at the bottom, how can he not have a little strength?

Strong muscles are hidden under the dark red skin, and the fingers are like the claws of a raptor, sharp and rough, covered with a thin layer of scales.

He suspected that this guy's claws might be sharper than the blade in his hand!

Looking at his own state again, there is no other way but bluffing.

Although the fallen demon in front of him was summoned by him, it doesn't mean he can control it!

His profession is a demon warlock, not a summoner, and the fallen devil is a demon servant he summons.

It's just that his job was just taken up before he died, and his strength and knowledge accumulation are very weak, so he doesn't have strong control over the demon servants.

The relationship between the two parties at the moment is similar to that of an employer and a mercenary, relying more on credit.

But the credit of the Fallen Demon...it says yes, do you dare to believe it?

This is a race that can abandon its comrades and clan members without hesitation in battle!

The reason why he didn't hurt him for a long time is that he still has a little deterrent power as an "employer", and the other is the effect of rituals.

The fallen demon has been wandering outside the ritual, just trying to destroy the ritual.

In front of this kind of creature, there can be no slightest weakness.

Facing his strength, the Sinking Demon took a small step back again, and his body bent slightly lower.

Seemingly submissive.

However, Art Tavel was not deceived by it, while maintaining a tough posture, he quickly recalled the memory in his mind.

Just got the memory of the original body, it will take at least a few days, even more than ten days to sort it out.

At this moment, he could only access the memories related to the death of the "Demon Warlock" and the original body.

The guy had already arranged the interior of the house before the action. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and the thick curtains were drawn. It was dark and silent, only the surroundings of the ceremony were bright.

Zhuang Zhou sat in the ceremony, motionless.

The Sinking Demon was overwhelmed by his aura, and didn't dare to make any further moves for a while.

However, with the passage of time, the Sinking Demon gradually became impatient, and the eyes he looked at Zhuang Zhou became more fierce and manic.