Dark Demon Warlock

Grumpy skin?

Yate realized in an instant that he had been bullied.

Consciousness was pulled to a place that looked like a cave and a temple. The space in front was occupied by this guy's huge head, and the two sides were covered with "relief" walls. The space behind suddenly expanded, but it was a dilapidated wasteland, broken The gate towers and stone pillars are desolate and dead, the ground is uneven, each protrusion is as high as a head, and there are some raised outlines on it, as if something wants to come out of it.

Sends chills down one's spine!

A faint smell of corpses and a very faint but pungent sulfur smell lingered at the end of the nose.

Obviously only conscious, but can smell the breath.

There is nothing on her body, necklaces, belts, rings... Wait, the Stone of Jordan is here!

Case solved.

No wonder it will drop this piece of equipment, it has been calculated since then!

Unexpectedly, this guy's intelligence is so high!

His behavior of swiping treasure is a card bug. Although the consciousness of the dark plane acquiesces, it will not help him make many restrictions like a formal contract. Just like the behavior of the irritable skin, it is impossible to hide the consciousness of the dark plane, but because there are no restrictions on the terms of the contract, the consciousness of the dark plane will not actively analyze the danger of this behavior, and naturally it will not stop it.

I didn't even expect that this guy was so insidious and powerful!

Yate has always thought that the dark plane is too far away from his own world, and the other party has no coordinates, so he is very safe.

Now being taught a lesson by this guy.

I don't know how many dimensions are separated, but it can actually pull away its own consciousness. In other words, is it so powerful?

However, it should also exist in a form similar to consciousness. It is impossible to pull oneself into the dark world with only one ring, otherwise it would not be the irascible skin, but the "devil god's violent skin".

The surrounding environment is not real either, but its home field created with consciousness.

Including the breath you smell.

This guy looked shabby, but he was quite thoughtful.

Yate was indeed a little panicked, but he knew that panic was useless, so he forcibly eliminated this emotion and analyzed his chances of survival.

It's definitely useless to beg for mercy directly.

And this guy is probably not a projection, but a body. The strength of the two sides is completely incomparable, and it is impossible to do it.

The only good thing is that he doesn't need to kill the other party, he just needs to find a way to return his consciousness.

The question is how to get out of its shackles!

I have used methods such as pinching myself and biting my tongue, but it has no effect except to hurt myself.

The senses are there too!

The mark on the right arm is also shielded.

Skills can be used, but they cannot escape from this cave.

The irritable skin just looked at him quietly, allowing him to use his skills, as if admiring his dying struggle,

However, as his "tricks" increased, the black flames in the irritable skin's eye sockets couldn't help flickering a few times.

What is his occupation?

Why do paladins, mages, barbarians, and druids have all the skills?

Before, I thought that he could use the aura of judgment because he possessed a certain powerful piece of equipment, but now it seems that it is his own ability!

"Which organization are you from?" Finally he couldn't help asking.

In the dark world, there are many large and small organizations, such as the Brotherhood of Horadrim, the Church of Zakarum, the Knights of Westmarch, the Knights of Kanduras, the Blind Sisters, Wiz-Jakatar Wait, there are also various clans, some of which are famous even in hell.

It is not surprising that there are forces that can develop members in other dimensions.

But it's the first time I've seen someone who can work in several jobs part-time!

Perhaps Lord Barr would also be interested.

Art finally stopped performing.

Testing skills is just a means for him to delay time and attract the attention of the irritable skin.

If he took the initiative to communicate, the irritable outer skin would definitely dismiss it and instinctively doubt it.

It's a different situation if it is proposed by the irascible skin.

"Lord Mephisto." After pondering for a while, he decided to borrow Mephisto's title.

"Master Mephisto? Hahaha..." The irritable outer skin seemed to hear a very funny joke, and laughed exaggeratedly.

This guy's smile is kind of weird.

"What's so ridiculous about this? I have Lord Mephisto's autograph there. If you let me go back, I can show it to you." Of course Arter knew that Grumpy Skin couldn't just let him go back so easily, so he said , but to increase the credibility of his own words.

"You think I'll be fooled?" The irritable laughter stopped abruptly, and the head suddenly thrust forward, almost touching his face.

One mouth could swallow him whole.

"What I said is true, if you don't believe me, you can contact Lord Mephisto!" Yate said lightly.

There was a beating in my heart.

I hope this guy is really as he guessed, not the same irritable and reckless character as his name, but sinister and suspicious.

Sinister and suspicious people like brainstorming best, and occasionally become indecisive.

Of course he didn't want to contact Mephisto!

Don't forget, Mephisto admires him very much!

Once he falls into the hands of Mephisto, there is no chance of escape.

"You think I can't contact Lord Mephisto?" The irritable skin stared at him, the black flames in the eye sockets flickering.

Arthur made a gesture of excuse.

Grumpy Hide was resurrected by a human being able to read his hand gestures.

Suddenly fell into a dilemma.

Pulling his consciousness back at a huge price is naturally for revenge.

Now I only hate myself for being so talkative!

If you don't ask, you will kill it. Now that you know it, how dare you kill it?

As we all know, Master Mephisto likes to tempt the strong human beings to fall, and plant spies among the human forces.

Moreover, he speaks the Devil's language, which is more pure than himself!

The Sinking Demons have never given up on returning to glory. Although the hope is slim, this authentic accent has been retained.

Art looked at the surrounding environment with confidence.

The flames in the eye sockets of the irritable skin danced violently.

"Behind you is the Hall of Grief, right?" In the silence, Art suddenly asked.

"Don't ask if you don't know what you shouldn't!" The violently beating flames in the eye sockets stopped suddenly, and the irritable skin didn't explain that this was an illusion constructed by itself, but reprimanded it with a senior attitude.

Art shrugged indifferently, and turned his head to look at the "reliefs" on the wall.

Not a relief, but a real corpse!

Seeing his behavior like this, the irritable skin felt annoyed again.

But he dared not do it.

Yate's words accounted for half of the reason, and the other half was because of Mephisto's reputation.

If the interest of Lord Demon God is ruined, death can only be said to be a relief!

"It's not easy to contact Lord Mephisto, is it?" Yate seemed to have finally realized its predicament, and said proactively, "Then you can contact Smith Marles and ask him to testify for me."

Did he really think he was looking at his surroundings?

I have been thinking about how to break the game!

Such an insidious and suspicious person, even if he already believed his lies in his heart, would still hesitate, and would figure out some flaws if he was not sure.

The best way is to keep stacking chips, so that the balance in the opponent's heart is completely tilted towards your side.

"Smith Mallers?" Now, Grumpy Skin really believed it.