Allen stared at the pig with wings. While marveling, he unconsciously complained in his heart: So this is what is called when the time is right, even pigs can fly.
However, before Allen could make a comment, Hobuev pointed at the pig and said:
"Sir, if you think it's not enough, I can make it stronger."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pig suddenly let out an earth-shattering howl, then opened its mouth and spit out blazing fire.
The flames spit out by the pig were different from ordinary flames. It was like a ball of sticky lava. After flying for a certain distance, it suddenly exploded like explosives.
Allen suddenly felt a rolling heat wave coming towards him, and the blazing high temperature gave him a suffocating feeling.
Because Allen has read "Origin" and has some understanding of the origin of power, he can basically infer how Hobuev or this pig uses power.
It was obvious that Hobuev had suppressed the power of this flame. Otherwise, the tent might have been blown into ashes in an instant and disappeared with a "bang" like a firework.
Even Allen himself may have to use his supernatural power in the end to resist the pig's attack.
All in all, after witnessing the power of this fighting pig, Allen's mentality gradually became serious.
If he first came to this camp with the mentality of "try it out" and wanted to see what kind of medicine Hobuev was selling in his gourd, then at this moment, he finally believed that maybe in the next
In the battle, Hobuev can really help.
only……
"Mr. Ev, who are you?" Allen asked calmly.
Yes, he was doubting Hobuev's true identity.
A powerful spellcaster involved in the field of life is actually willing to stay by the side of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke and act as a shadow-like personal consultant for him who neither seeks fame nor wealth!
Although in the Greyhawk Kingdom, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke is so powerful that even the king is afraid of his majesty.
But in the entire plane of Pain, there are hundreds of kingdoms, and lords like the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke are actually nothing at all.
In comparison, because the upper limit of power in the plane of Pain is very low, the number of spellcasters is pitifully small.
Every magician, even a first-level magician who can only rub fireballs, can receive very high courtesy in most kingdoms, and is sought after by kings and nobles.
Not to mention someone like Hobuev.
Moreover, vaguely, Allen had an incredible intuition in his heart
He felt that Hobuev was probably like him, not restricted by the upper limit of plane power, and could use strength beyond level three in the Payne plane.
What secret is hidden in this weirdo?
"Sir, this is not important," Hobuev's tone was still the same as before, flat, tasteless, and very long, "If you don't want to believe me, I can swear on my life that we are on the same side.
On the front line, I will never do anything detrimental to you.
"Furthermore, sir, with your ability, my life and death can only depend on your thoughts. Please allow me to keep a little secret of my own!"
Allen thought for a moment and nodded silently.
Although he didn't know why, he could feel intuitively that Hobuev was telling the truth.
In the next few minutes, Hobuev led Allen around the tent several times, and found that there were several rows of cages neatly placed on the other side of the tent.
In those cages, there are many mutant animals similar to the fire-breathing fighting pig, such as ducks with a pair of metal wings that can cut people when they wave them, and bulls with two horns that look like discharge coils and can shoot lightning when they roar.
, another example is those pigeons that can fly as fast as teleport and disappear in the blink of an eye, etc.
All in all, along the way, Allen deeply felt that this weird guy Hobuev really ruined the theory of evolution.
These seemingly ordinary animals, in the hands of Hobuev, turned into a blank sheet of paper, allowing him to pick up a paintbrush and transform it as he wished like a maverick artist.
Although the painting style of these modified creatures is the same as the feeling of Hobuev to Allen, which is very weird.
But Allen has to admit that maybe this guy can really help in the next battle against angels.
A capable person can tolerate having a little secret of his own.
Now that we are faced with a formidable enemy, it is best to make the most of everything we have.
…………
Perhaps because he heard Allen mention that there was likely to be a fierce battle next, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke deliberately slowed down his march and did not rush to the capital.
According to his order, the army temporarily stayed in the city of Salos for two weeks to replenish food and equipment.
Delphi, the high priest of the Dark Temple, was naturally happy to hear such an order.
In this way, he can have more time to preach in the city of Salos and develop more Salos residents into believers of the Dark God.
With such enthusiasm, Delphi would get up from bed before dawn every day, put on a neat priest's robe, and carry out preaching activities in the streets and alleys, explaining the "Dark Scripture" to the residents.
There may be seven or eight such evangelistic meetings a day.
After these seven or eight lectures, it was almost late at night.
It was only late at night, when all the onlookers had dispersed, that Delphi felt that his voice was hoarse and his throat seemed to be smoking. Even if he drank six or seven bottles of water unknowingly, he still could not quench the poison in his mouth.
That hot feeling.
But he still enjoys it.
If the Dark Temple has one more believer, he seems even happier than Allen, a god who desperately needs the power of faith.
Allen deeply admires Delphi's work attitude.
If one were to choose a model worker in the Dark Temple, it would be him.
Sometimes, seeing Delphi working so desperately hard, Allen would even feel a faint sense of guilt, as if he had unknowingly become the boss who forced his employees to work overtime in his previous life.
Because of his own experience of sudden death from overwork in his previous life, Allen once hinted to Isabella and asked her to persuade Delphi to let the model worker high priest take a proper rest and stop working so hard.
After all, it is so difficult to find such a loyal and diligent believer who does not expect anything in return.
If you die suddenly, where will you find the next person?