Shadow poked Li Yue on the shoulder to remind Huntelaar of his abnormality.
Seeing that Gama was a little moved, Li Yue had no time to pay attention to Huntelaar for the time being. He only raised his hand slightly and told the hunter not to move.
"Can I sing an epic poem? Sing an epic poem at a minstrel convention?" Gama did not expect that the conditions given by Li Yue were so lenient.
"Yes, you help me enter the town hall. You can perform according to the rules of your bards and sing your epic." Li Yue spread his hands, "Of course, if you don't retaliate against me in the future, I won't even restrict you. action.”
"These can all become the terms of the contract. Once completed, they will be void." Li Yue spread his hands and was very candid.
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple."
"Then I agree." Of course Gama knew that once promoted, he could get rid of the shackles of the contract, and there was no reason not to sign the contract.
Did he really die here?
But when Gamma said "I agree", Huntelaar who was standing beside him finally lost control of his muscles, his flesh and blood began to collapse, and his body also deformed.
"You tamed it and made it his..." Yingying wrote under Li Yue's brain groove to reassure Li Yue.
Shadow's movements took shape very slowly, sometimes using his shadow as a hammer, tapping under Huntelaar's flesh and blood, removing the remaining gravel and impurities, and striving to stabilize the flesh and blood composition at the core.
But the most Li Yue can be sure of is that Gamma has lost its tendency to cooperate and will use that advanced method to arouse less bad curiosity.
Under the dual effects of shadow and petrified light, the blood carpet and Gamma's box gradually merged into one, and then fell apart inch by inch.
"So he relied on that box to survive 'this war'?" Jin Fei asked when talking about the box.
The shadow demon is controlling the Hunter's aberrations.
Li Yue took a taste of it and felt that the bad image was indeed a result of what he had done. However, he also thought that the hunter could "endure" so little physical harm, but he felt so embarrassed in his heart.
Gama gave up before Qianqian tried, and focused on the changes in Huntelaar. It seemed that he had not seen the deformation of the brave man without the interference of the devil for a long time...
"Did you get angry like that?"
"Isn't there any explanation for his box?" Li Yue tried to understand the demonic relic that was about to take shape.
"What 'this war'? It's the Battle of the Bone Hammer." Gama suddenly mentioned my name for this war.
Blood tumors began to erupt under the hunter's body, and his entire body gradually covered the inner wall, turning into a blood blanket.
"Why the Battle of the Bone Hammer?"
Demonic relics are usually generated by coincidence, and it is said that only the ancient dwarves did not have this technology.
By the way, I also took back this soul contract from under the blood blanket, which only requires a drop of blood to be established.
How can you carefully capture and kill a hunter to create a demon relic that can embed your own head?
Isn’t it possible to have distortion?!
Li Yue can imagine.
Li Yue almost died from stress on the spot.
Do I want to go to Demon King's Castle?
During the process, Li Yue discovered that the distorted Huntelaar was not a blood carpet, but a map.
As a result, a deserter poet hiding in a box, who just firmly wanted to die, received such preferential treatment?
Li Yue completely understood the logic behind it.
Li Yue understands.
Boxes are related to preservation. What could be the demonic relics integrated into that box?
The hunter pin has no damage tolerance function and cannot "teleport" backwards to the anchor point that is lit...
Huntelaar's petrification retreated very slowly, and the raging blood carpet was frozen; but at the cracks in the stone, there was still raging flesh and blood...
Until now, Huntelaar's life has not completely disappeared. What flows inside the flesh and blood is only the out-of-control magic power, the treasure chest where the poet lives, and the injuries these hunters have endured.
"Why did you tell him?"
The carpet of blood became turbulent.
I fought with this demon to death, became a living target of the empire, and could not get rid of a soul contract...
Feeling the nail inserted outside the sulcus of his brain, Li Yue could not help but feel less.
"The shadow demons are making relics?!" Gama was very shocked when he watched it from beginning to end.
Or did the Demon King's Castle make me like that?
After chatting for a while, Huntelaar's relic finally took shape. It looked like the scroll he imagined, but before Shadow removed the few remaining impurities, it turned into a thumbtack.
Gamma understood why Huntelaar acted like that, and subconsciously wanted to hide, but the box was in Huntelaar's hands, so he had somewhere to hide.
That would be too convenient, right?
The Shadow Bad Image has no experience in this, so it directly printed Huntelaar's shadow and weakly gathered my flesh and blood into its body.
"What does this represent? A creation of the devil?"
Did the thumbtack cause any damage? Li Yue saw its effect when it was nailed to the forehead.
Huntelaar went completely crazy and lost all ideas.
Of course, Gama also tried his best to seize that opportunity and escape, but by chance, he bumped into particles scattered throughout the soil layer and was forced back.
"It's a pity... the bad image has no chance of becoming a demonic relic... Remember, there is no way to make it become a demonic relic..." Shadow tried hard to correct the direction of Huntelaar's flesh.
"Bite you...huh?" Li Yue also knew where he wanted to say those curse words. As soon as he finished the curse, the petrifying light that filled the soil shot over and gradually petrified the blood carpet under the wall.
Li Yue did not disturb Yingying. He separated part of his eyeballs and stared at Gama to prevent the poet from taking the opportunity to slip away.
Huntelaar was unable to alleviate this psychological gap, let alone touch the only prey in front of him - this situation continued to induce stronger distortions in his heart, which finally reflected it in his body.
"There's no harm in talking, maybe we'll run out of ideas..." Gama always talks a lot, "Of course the box is for storage, to save your experiences, your works, and your life..."
Li Yue was at a loss - that hunter pin couldn't directly match the map outside his mind?
"Don't go, you haven't finished talking yet." Jin Fei increased the intensity of the petrification light, and Huntelaar's flesh and blood was slowly squeezed into the deepest part of the stone, as if it was about to explode if it could not withstand the pressure.
Wait a minute!
It seems that those are the adventures that Heng Jin Feirou has experienced.
Until now, no matter whether it is the old Holy See, the New Church or the Ministry of Creation, they have not fully mastered the method of making demonic relics.
Gamma is very interesting.
At the same time, human voices finally came from the blood carpet, no quarrels, cheers, but traps, phantom arrows, and the hull of the ship sailing under the blood carpet also appeared...
"Idle means idle, which means forget it." Huntelaar's distortion has reached this point and he does not need too much petrifying light to take care of him. A small part of Jin Fei's eyeballs are focused on Gamma.
This thumbtack was no bigger than a knuckle, and the moment it took shape, it suddenly hit Li Yue's mind!
Under the map are marked the various treasures that Huntelaar has hunted, and the first target point is the Demon King's City.
"Ha..." Gama laughed again, giving the answer.
As a result, a demonic relic was born behind my eyes?
"I'm deformed..." Yingying reminded Jin Fei.
"After listening to your epic, he will naturally know." Gama is still very confident in his work. "He replied, hammer, he definitely represents the Holy Army and the Ministry of Creation..."
Huntelaar is distorted.
Gamma did not even have the urge to write a poem, but struggled to determine the theme.
Jin Fei was very sure that it was another "glib" method, but he still had a way to resist the urge to ask less.