Necromancer and Super Cemetery

   Chapter 538 543 Hellhound

   "My dog ​​is really well behaved." Green said indifferently, grabbing the back of Erha's neck in his hand.

   At this moment, Er Ha's eyes flashed a hint of helpless grief, like an angry little daughter-in-law, humming twice.

Since it fell into Green's hands, it has also fought, once wanted to fight for dog rights, but was ruthlessly suppressed by this brutal new owner, which made it feel that the dog was gray, especially the brutal beating, which made it deeply Deeply felt that if it didn't give in, it would really die.

   It also thought about fighting to the end, and once secretly swore by the dog of the Hellhound, but finally succumbed to that kind of bone stick with the taste of dragon meat that it had never eaten before.

   Since he came to this new owner and ate the kind of bone he had never seen before, he never wanted to eat anything else...

"Are you here to try your luck and find that thing?" The rough man sat down, the big sword behind him was in the way, he took it off, put it on his lap, stretched out, as if he was chatting unintentionally .

   "Forget it, aren't the people who come here all for that." Grindandan replied, but in fact he didn't know what 'that thing' was.

   When he took this body from Grand Duke Mora, the man had been dead for some time, and his soul had been taken away.

   So Green didn't get the first-hand memory of this avatar, and only got some relevant information from Grand Duke Mora.

   And this is why Green is very sure that this demon warlock named Taklama is unusual, and Archduke Mora insists that using this identity to enter the No. 1 Void World obviously has some purpose.

As for what the purpose was, Grand Duke Mora didn't say, and Green didn't ask. Anyway, he came here to be a monk for a day. As long as he was worthy of the alchemy materials of the 'Vera system', he was expected to go with him. Holy Light Church is working hard...it's not impossible, but it has to pay more!

  The rough man smiled: "I am not, I am here purely to avoid the limelight."

   "Oh? You're wanted? Because of what?" Green asked casually.

"Because I peeked at an old woman taking a bath!" The rough man talked about his 'glorious history' without hesitation and laughed: "Although that woman is not young, her figure, her appearance, her skin... It's a pity that it is a belief. The Bichi of the Holy Light was discovered just after a few glances, and the woman released those mad dogs of the Inquisition."

  Green listened to the old man's bragging, but didn't take him seriously, watching the sunset as it was just a small talk.

"By the way, after talking so much, you don't wonder who the woman I'm talking about is?" The spit of the rough man was flying, but Green, the audience member, responded mediocrely, which made him a little disinterested and stretched his waist. He stood up and said, "Forget it, go to sleep."

   "Good night." Green still looked at the last twilight of the sunset, and answered lightly.

  The rough man shrugged boredly, stepped aside, and said with a smile, "Forget it, let me tell you, that woman is Saintess of the Church of the Holy Light Sivinaya."

  Green narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't expect to hear the famous Saint of the Holy Light Church again here.

   As for the rude man who claimed to have peeked at the bath of the Holy Maiden of Sivinaya, it is estimated that except for the fact that the name is true, the rest are all fabricated stories.

   In the middle of the night, the temperature on the edge of the desert plummeted. Even though piles of bonfires were lit all night in this camp near the water source, it was still unable to dispel the cold of the night and the strong wind like howling devils.

  Green lay on Erha's soft body, wrapped in a thick woolen blanket and fell asleep.

  Erha obediently lay beside the bonfire, letting the brutal master treat him as an oversized pillow, staring straight at the beating flames in the fire, thinking about the meaning of freedom and life...

   At the same time, a few hundred meters away from here, a dozen furtive people surrounded another bonfire.

   "Boss, when are we going to start? Those guys are already asleep."

   "What about that dog?"

   "Just a mongrel dog with a little bit of alien blood, I can deal with it!"

   "There are a lot of people here today, and there are two women, remember to keep alive, don't kill them again, and keep everyone happy tomorrow."

  …

   This group of people was cricketing, you were discussing without a word, each and everyone was gearing up, with a very vicious expression.

   The leader is a strong man who is missing two front teeth. His upper body is naked and wrapped with two iron chains, giving people a sturdy and crazy feeling: "Shut up! Work first!"

  The gang of gangsters immediately quieted down, and then a group of several people, looking very skilled, touched all parts of the camp.

   The moment these gangsters started to act, Erha immediately raised his head vigilantly.

   As a Hellhound, the dark night does not hinder its sight. In fact, the Hellhound's vision and hearing are more acute at night.

   "Go, let me see what you can do." Green closed his eyes and murmured in his mouth.

  Erha got the order and immediately raised his head, the whole dog exuded an awe-inspiring aura. Then the surroundings seemed to freeze at this moment, all the colors faded and it became a black and white world.

   In the next moment, a dark red figure sprang out from Erha's body. It was actually a vicious dog that was more than four meters long, covered in flames, full of fangs, and slobbered with saliva!

   This is the ability of the hellhound, which directly enters the spiritual world of time and space distortion to hunt.

   In the eyes of the Hellhound, the prey at this time are all static puppets. They don’t need to fight at all. They just need to rush up and take a bite. It’s that simple.

  Those gangsters who scattered to various places in the campsite and were committing murder were unaware that the **** of death had descended upon them, skillfully killing the sleeping travelers one by one...

   In fact, there are basically no ordinary people who dare to come to such a place, but at this time they are all falling asleep, and even two legendary powerhouses have their necks cut off without any suspense!

"Hey! It seems to be a good magic item. Could it be an artifact?" Green's heart moved, and he felt an invisible psionic fluctuation in the moment when the bandits started to do it, covering the campsite on the edge of the desert, making the People are immersed in the depths of the dream without knowing it.

   It was only at this time that Green realized that among these gangsters, the strongest was the official high-ranking class, and they dared to attack the legendary class. They relied on this magic item.

   However, Green is still not sure whether this amazing thing is an artifact or not. The psychic energy fluctuation just now did not reveal the aura of divine power, but it cannot be concluded that it is an ordinary magic item, because some artifacts will not reveal the aura of divine power when they are not used to their limit.

  Green simply shook his head and didn't think about this meaningless question. After a while, these gangsters were all dead, and they would know when they got their hands.

At this moment, the hellhound who entered the spiritual world has already galloped, and the dark red flames burning on his body swept back. Every time he passed the vicinity of a bandit, he didn't need to attack. The black and white figure will be twisted and torn...

   In the blink of an eye, the Hellhound circled around the campsite, just a blink of an eye in the real world.

When it drilled back into Erha's body, the vicious gangsters didn't know what was going on when they suddenly felt unbearable pain from their bodies, causing them to scream at the same time, and fell to the ground at the same time. die.

   At this moment, the entire campsite fell silent.

  Those who survived are still immersed in the depths of the dream, and those vicious gangsters are all dead.

  Green got up and found the bandit leader who was missing two front teeth.

   At this time, his eyes were completely broken, and he fell to the ground with a grim expression, and he didn't understand how he died until the moment of death.

  Green's gaze swept across his body, and finally landed on a black leather bag hanging from his waist.

  Erha is very smart, seeing Green's eyes, he immediately understands it, and goes up and pulls off the skin bag, wagging his tail and sending it to Green's hands.

  Green patted its big head and opened the skin bag. There was nothing but a fist-sized transparent crystal bottle.

  Green frowned slightly and took it out with the mage's hand.

The mouth of the    bottle was sealed. It was a high-level sealing technique. Green had only heard of it. This was the first time he had seen it. It would take time to crack it. There was a small glowing ball in the bottle, and it was this glowing ball that enveloped the entire camp before and sent everyone into the depths of the dream.

   "What is this?" Green looked at it strangely, but it wasn't the magic item he guessed before, let alone an artifact!

  Green could vaguely feel that this small ball sealed in the crystal bottle seemed to be a living thing... or more precisely, something that had a conscious existence.

   This small ball of light is somewhat similar to a soul, but it has traces of artificial transformation, but Greene can't tell whether it is an artificial soul or not.

He has also seen the so-called artificial souls. Some of the numbered modified people made by Duke Frau and No. 0 were used in the soul, but compared with this, those artificial souls are simply bicycles and super sports cars. difference!

  If this small ball of light is really an artificial soul, the technology used is far beyond Green’s cognition, just like a primary school student reading a set of university math problems.

  Green directly gave up further analysis and exploration, directly emitting soul fluctuations, and tried to communicate with the other party.

  It's a pity that the small ball of light in the crystal bottle will only automatically release a kind of spiritual energy when it is stimulated, pulling all people within a certain range into the depths of the dream, and there is no other response.

   (end of this chapter)