blank.

Even the remains of Cerberus disappeared without a trace in an instant.

There was a large blank space on the ground. In that area, the original blood had long since disappeared, and what was left was an almost abnormally clean milky white stone ground.

Pure and flawless.

It's as if everything here has been thoroughly baptized and clean by the power of light.

At first glance, Weir thought of some annoying guys.

"Are they already here?" Weir was confused.

Thinking of the church knights who appeared in the jungle earlier, Weir had to consider this possibility.

Calmly, Weir quietly spread his power.

The thin threads of magic power extended like a spider web, and soon, everything within a radius of a hundred meters was completely controlled by Weir.

This is not a visual observation, but spreading the magic power into an area, and then using the magic power to detect and monitor all movements within the range.

For a mage, the perception coverage of a high-level mage is about 150 meters, but for a strange swordsman like Weir, this situation is already very good.

…

The surrounding air is still filled with the corrupted aura of the abyss demons, and the smell is still nauseating.

A strange ripple spread and then returned.

Feeling the picture in his mind, Weir nodded.

The feedback of magic perception is extremely clear, which is especially useful in such a complex environment.

Well, at least it's much better than visual inspection.

However, considering various complicated situations, Weir still added a layer of his own unique sense of murderous intent to it.

Although this thing only works on living creatures, the key point is that the range of this thing is much larger than my half-hearted magic perception.

"Am I too worried?" Weir's expression gradually softened as he touched his chin.

The feedback results did not confirm Weir's conjecture. At least for now, it seems safe.

Weir's eyes began to lengthen, and he focused on the strange blood mist.

It is still spreading slowly and has not completely dissipated with the death of Cerberus.

The hazy scarlet color and strange magic fluctuations seemed to confirm that it was extraordinary.

Stretching his nose, Will stretched his neck.

A very small amount of blood mist was slowly inhaled with Weir's movements, and the next moment, a strange blood power filled his body.

Well, it feels the same as before.

Squinting his eyes, Will looked at the scarlet in front of him suspiciously.

Although there was no strange discomfort after inhaling this stuff, these weird mist still made Verdo a little wary.

The timing of this thing's appearance is so strange.

However, Weir had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. Now, there were more important things to do.

Clearing an open space next to it, blowing away the blood-colored mist that filled the air, Weir carefully called out the Shadow Demon.

I don't know if my blood is of any use.

The frequency of enemies appearing is too fast, and there is no time to take care of this one, most of which have turned into stone statues... Ahem, buddy.

With a snap of his fingers, Shadow Demon's figure squirmed quickly, and soon turned into a ball of shadow and returned to Weir's feet.

Gululu~

A human-shaped stone statue rolled out of the shadows.

"Uh..." Will suddenly became silent.

This lifelike appearance is exactly that of Eve who has been completely petrified!

After a very short silence, Weir's furious voice instantly echoed throughout the space.

"Naros! Give me an explanation!"

…

Narrows was quickly recovered.

"Naros, what is going on?"

no answer.

"Naros?"

Unwilling to give up, Weir asked again, but the news still fell silent like a cow drowning in mud.

It seemed that some of his previous actions had made this guy feel "dissatisfied", so he just pretended to be dead.

What exactly did you do?

It's like a slide show showing what you've done

As a result, Weir found no action that would cause dissatisfaction.

At best, it's just using the magic sword as a shield or throwing a spear... That's nothing, right?

…

Time passed minute by minute.

"I'm tired," Narrows said without thinking after a long stalemate, which directly aroused Will's anger.

"***" Weir jumped up directly.

Narrows's carelessness was extremely embarrassing, but Will had no other way to vent his anger except gritting his teeth.

"***"

In a rage, Weir directly blocked the thing's thinking and threw it into the [Heart of Darkness] to let it reflect and reflect.

…

"What can I do? Will Isabella tear me apart?"

Feeling the rough texture on his fingertips, Weir was sure that the thing he touched was a rock.

Although he could feel the inside of the rock, and there seemed to be some signs of life, Weir did not dare to smash it at all.

If we talk about destructive power, Weir is still very confident in himself, but as for control... ahem, forget it, God knows if Eve will die as a result of one strike of his sword.

In a sense, this possibility is still very high.

Wandering around like a headless fly, a look called "anxiety" appeared on Weir's calm face for the first time.

Suddenly, a strange spiritual fluctuation came, and the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling shocked Weir.

"Lai?"

"It's so noisy, this elf is not dead," a palm-sized black flame danced gently in front of Weir, and soon it transformed into a small and strange creature.

Um……

It wears a weird crown on its head and has a pair of weird claws. Other than that... well, at least it looks much more comfortable than that black pig.

"you……"

"Naros's method is not wrong." Without giving Vail any chance to speak, Rai, who had completed the transformation, directly started the "preaching" mode, "Medusa's 'Snake Eyes' is not an ordinary petrification magic. Without special suppression,

, the guy who was hit is probably done for this life, your blood has a certain mitigating effect, but it will still take some time to completely dispel it... provided there is no interference from environmental factors."

"That……"

"I can do it, but in fact, I am just an illusion now. I can't do anything except bring you a few words."

"alright, you win."

"Actually, there is nothing to worry about at all. The amplification power of 'Snake Eyes' is only so powerful here." Pointing to the right front of Weir, Lai's voice began to become erratic, "So, I advise you to put it first

Close that thing."

"Sooner or later," Weir waved his hand nonchalantly, interrupting the lecture, "I think it's safer to get the Shadow Demon back... I guess those guys will be here soon, right?"

This of course refers to the pursuers of the church.

Weir has not forgotten who brought this group of demons that invaded the Western Continent.

and--

It would be strange if the lunatics from the church didn't know that I had entered this place with such a big fanfare.

According to Weir's plan, if the Shadow Demon "returns" to his position before facing off against the church's pursuers, his chances of winning will be much higher.

Those guys have such shameless cheating magic as "Super Long Distance Portal". If some big guy comes, who knows, you may risk your life here.

"No, your worries are a bit unnecessary. Within the scope of the 'Hell Gate', teleportation magic will be interfered, so you don't need to care about that at all. On the contrary, I feel the surging malice on the other side of the 'Hell Gate'. If I
To be continued...