fallen devil

Chapter 10 Act Ten

Unexpectedly, as if enraged by Tang Ze's words, the tough palm tree roots tightened even more, smashing them hard into the ground.

The smoke and dust scattered with the gravel, Tang Ze was in the middle of the crack, resisting the dizziness, and spat out blood expressionlessly.

In the attribute interface that only I can see, the liquid level of the ball (life value) filled with red liquid has dropped a lot, but it is controlled at a subtle level.

He didn't think that the other party probably had the intention of torturing himself and consuming his willpower.

The rattan squirmed and stretched out, easily strangled Tang Ze's legs, fully controlled his limbs, and dragged him directly to the trunk of the huge rattan tree.

The eyes, whose pupils turned back to golden, quickly moved down, staring at Tang Ze who was close at hand.

Being so stared at, Tang Ze resisted the urge to spit on it.

"...surrender...or die..."

The strange connection between consciousnesses was established again, and the communication barrier between them disappeared.

It seemed that only those with red eyes could clearly express the sentence, Tang Ze inadvertently glanced at the two rows of big zombies in the tree body, secretly counting down the number.

"Time, the time I need to think about."

"Let me go first."

Looking directly into the golden eyes without fear, Tang Ze said in a deep voice.

The tactic of delaying the attack is something everyone can use, the key is how effective it is when it is used on demons.

Staring at Tang Ze for about 4 or 5 seconds, the entwined rattans were retracted one after another, together with the palm tree roots tied around his waist, Tang Ze was secretly happy, and he jumped lightly and fell to the ground.

"It still works."

He pretended to pat his arms and legs, and he found that the vines hidden behind the trunk of the tree were trembling slightly, and they might shoot out at any time.

The palm tree roots slumped on the messy ground even more secretly circled him, making a soft cover very insidiously.

"No, you can't escape like this."

Tang Ze secretly thought that was bad and cut off any thoughts of escaping.

In addition to the gaze of the big eyes, he also clearly noticed the cold gaze of the two rows of zombies, like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.

"···time's up···"

The more and more indifferent gaze gradually pierced Tang Ze's skin, flesh and blood, as if to peep into his inner thoughts.

Grandpa still have to choose?Isn't this forced?

Tang Ze cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he shook his head pretending to be relaxed, making an unfathomable look, and when the countless vines began to stir restlessly, he quickly spread his right hand, stretched it forward, and aimed his palm at the golden Eye.

"Wait a minute!"

Very classic pose, reminiscent of a certain panda.

He thought the vines would stop thereafter and be whetted by him, but they kept charging.

The sharp point pierced into the limbs, blood splashed out, and the thin and cold buds squirmed inside.

"...Forced...Impossible...Voluntary..."

Intermittent consciousness came from the golden eyes, and Tang Ze's heart turned cold. He forgot that the other party had the ability to spy on his heart.

Demons are fickle, and he overacts.

The cold killing intent enveloped Tang Ze, and his health began to decline soon.

"Warning: The current HP is too low!"

The warning sound reminded him three times in total, and his life blood cells were about to bottom out, with only 6 points left.

"hateful."

Tangze gritted his teeth angrily, suppressed the rising feeling of weakness, and squeezed out a sentence.

Let him bow his knees to the golden eyes in front of him, just like those zombies, if he had passed through that meeting earlier, he might have agreed in tears.

In his previous life, he was not a big shot, and he didn't have a pretentious bad temper. As a small employee in a company with nearly a thousand people, nodding and bowing has long been a basic skill.

Many ordinary people in society are struggling to survive, and so is he.

But now, he has a feeling that if he bows his head to him now, something will leave him.

Just like a troubled king whose crown slipped from his head because he lowered his head and fell into pieces.

It's a wonderful feeling.

"... stupidity..."

The sarcasm was undisguised, the golden eyes satirized Tang Ze's stubbornness unscrupulously, the tip of the cane extended again, several thin strips wandered through the flesh and blood, and gathered on Tang Ze's chest.

Tang Ze hummed weakly, Huang Tong gradually lost focus, and the life blood cells on the panel slid down to the bottom, leaving only a trace of red.

"Warning: The current HP is only 1 point! The character is about to die!"

It was still the beep repeated three times.

The moment Death's old black robe was about to cover him, the vines gathered on Tang Ze's chest melted into flesh and blood, and a light green pattern quickly formed.

The puppet demon with teeth and claws, holding a short dagger, mocked unscrupulously.

It is called [The Curse of the Green Devil], which originated from the evil witchcraft of hell, and manipulates the subject through the "thread of pain".

"Warning: In an abnormal state [Curse], please check the property panel for details."

This warning was very timely, but Tang Ze really didn't have the energy to check it out.

Vitality-rich green light leaked from the tree trunk, and was continuously transported to Tang Ze through the vines, hanging him on the edge of 1 HP.

"Experience +1"

"Experience +1"

"Experience +1"

It seems that there are still gray energies being absorbed by Tang Ze, and there are continuous messages, but these are automatically ignored by him.

More vines protruded from the trunk of the tree and approached continuously, covering the gray sky in Tang Ze's field of vision, and then a tide of darkness descended.

Consciousness also sinks into the depths of darkness.

···
Ding Linlin, the pleasant sound of silver bells came from the door.

Under the bright lights, the cold wind poured into the tavern, carrying a trace of extremely elegant incense, as if silently greeting.

"···"

The air was suddenly quiet, only the slight sound of footsteps remained.

The drinker at the door stared blankly at the beautiful figure that had just passed by, and sniffed intoxicatedly.

The soft blond hair swayed slightly, the blue eyes stared at the front calmly, the side of the white face was without any makeup, the silver-gray boots stepped on brisk steps, and the old brown civilian clothes could hardly conceal the detached appearance.

Such beauties were not seen in Candulas, and some excited drinkers put down their bowls unanimously, and couldn't help being intoxicated by the beauty of the moment.

You say this person is wonderful, really wonderful.

"Ah uh uh uh~~~"

As if the atmosphere of being in a gorgeous ball was broken in an instant, a yawn came from behind the noble girl.

Naniya rubbed the tears from the corners of her eyes, inadvertently noticing the weird looks from the drinkers, she immediately turned cold.

What to look at, my lady is someone like you who can just look at it casually? !

Thinking of this, she stared back very rudely, the thin-skinned alcoholic bowed her head angrily, and most of the rough guys just laughed, pointed at her and started talking.

Camp Rogue is not like the big cities in the Principality of Westmarch. Most of the people who can drink and chat here are adventurers who fight monsters, not nobles who adjust their mood, or troubadours who seek love.

The knight's sense of etiquette was deeply rooted in Naniya's heart, she frowned, and was about to teach the adventurers in front of her a lesson.

The white hand held her quietly, the noble girl smiled and said nothing, Naniya turned her head helplessly.

The figure of the second woman disappeared at the stairs leading to the second floor, and the deserted atmosphere was heated up in an instant.

Amidst the noisy sound, the bartender with messy hair held his cheeks, curled his lips, and pressed the magic rune next to the counter.

The beautiful text outside the tavern suddenly changed, from green to red.

"Closed"

(End of this chapter)