fallen devil

Chapter 138 Chapter 136

Returning to the "[-]st Floor of the Underground Passage", Tang Ze successfully reunited with his monster servants.

Two huge beasts were killed, and other monster minions were badly injured.

His HP was only over 3000 points left, and after driving the "Devil's Soul" repeatedly, his magic power was almost exhausted.

"Before continuing to the dark forest, we need to refresh and clarify the context of the matter."

Tang Ze looked down at the severely injured body, found a place where the evil breath was strong, and began to absorb the evil breath, slowly recovering his health.

Think at the same time.

The appearance of the separate souls of Andariel and Diablo is obviously strange.

"How many ghosts do demons have... It's just my opinion, maybe I misunderstood it before, the light green phantom is just a puppet they summoned?"

After thinking about this matter, it is obvious that there is no result, so let's put it aside.

"Why did Amritar and Diablo appear here... Andariel clearly recognized me, but Diablo did not show any emotion."

"And this phantom of Diablo is weaker than I imagined."

To be honest, he still met the Dreadlord once.

It was the first time he accepted the hell magic "communication hell". In the world of flames, he saw the "eye of fire" crushed by the fearful demon king with his own eyes.

There are still many unknowns.

Tang Ze had already noticed the discord between the tortured queen and the dreaded demon king. Tang Ze confirmed that Andariel wanted to break away from Diablo's control, but he didn't know what she was going to do. He could only recall what happened and think about them. Does the words left behind have any other meaning.

"I'm only here following the call of fear"

"You are different from me and have to give your life and soul"

"There shouldn't be any surprises here"

No clue.

Tang Ze reluctantly gave up, and then issued an order to the monster servants: "When I recover a little, I will go to the dark forest."

···
Westmarch Bay, a prosperous city street, a figure rolled off the back of a handsome white horse.

Lifting the gray cloak, revealing short dark black hair and hazel pupils, this is a young man with a cold glow hidden under his strong arms.

It is rare to see such a face in the harbor, and many boatmen and passers-by looked sideways.

"Senior, I'm going back to my hometown."

"Back to Kanduras."

Senior is his name, he was originally from Kanduras, and he has been exiled to Westmarch for eight years due to the war.

Eight years changed his fate.

From an unknown wanderer to a master assassin with unique skills, there are too many things that are worthy of his emotion.

For example, the demons that are still raging, such as the fire that drove him to a desperate situation.

He stood at the pier, staring blankly at the front, the magnificent sea, the vast sky, and the strange light shining into his heart, washing away certain emotions in his heart.

A huge thing stood on the turbulent blue water. It was a Carrick sailboat. Its gray-white canvas fluttered in the hunting wind, and the blue cross pattern on it was the same color as the sky.

The sailors on the ship began to carry the goods, and several big men who were in charge of transporting the guests went to the deck, carrying the long planks for the guests to walk up, and Senior saw a familiar figure among those big men.

"Jerome."

With a nostalgic smile, Senior walked quickly to a big man in an orange cloth shirt, "Long time no see."

"Ok?"

The big man named Jerome raised his head in surprise, some memory came back to life, his pupils shrank, and he said in disbelief: "You were fighting against demons back then... um, do you need any help?"

Just halfway through the words, he immediately stopped and looked around modestly.

This is still within the jurisdiction of Westmarch. Due to the raging demons, Westmarch's senior officials are extremely sensitive. Commoners are not qualified to discuss demons, and even nobles have to be cautious about their words and deeds.Previously, there were some gangsters with no background who talked about the devil language professionals with great fanfare, but now they have been taken away by the Cavaliers, and most of them will inevitably suffer some physical pain.

"I want to take this ship and return to Canduras."

With a nostalgic smile, Senior nodded, "I hope you can help me."

A small bag of coins was placed in Jerome's hand. His expression changed, he weighed it gently and smiled: "That's enough. Khanduras has not been very peaceful recently, so don't regret it."

Although he knew that the young man in front of him was a rare professional, Jerome couldn't help but remind him.

Professionals are also human beings. Several ships from Kanduras had escaped professionals before. They were greedy for life and afraid of death. They were clearly professionals, but they sought shelter from their relatives in Westmarch.

But this is also normal, no one will die in vain, except for the frontline professionals who fight against the demons.

Those are the real heroes.

"Wait, you're not going to—"

Jerome seemed to understand something suddenly, and looked at Senior in shock, speaking incoherently.

"Yes."

Senior looked away, looked at the deep sea horizon, and said in a firm tone, "I want to return to Rogue's camp and fight the devil again."

"···"

Honestly, it's stupid.

Jerome thought so, and fell silent. As far as he knew, the young man in front of him was a wandering professional who escaped from Candulas a few years ago. Back then, there were a group of terrifying zombies and sinking people who came by boat. Demons, ordinary knights and guards are not opponents at all, thanks to some professionals on board, and the Westmarch mage who happened to stay at the dock, otherwise ordinary people would suffer.

He still remembers the scene of Senior fighting the demon on the deck. He and several sailors were rescued by Senior, and they had a drink when they parted.

Do heroes really exist in this world?
He couldn't help but look more at the young man in front of him who was younger than him, perhaps all heroes are such idiots.

"hey-hey···"

Trying to let out an ugly laugh to ease the awkward atmosphere, Jerome stretched out his hand to pat Senior on the shoulder, but found that his face became ugly in an instant.

Boom boom boom!
A terrifying explosion sounded behind him, and he didn't even need to look at it. The air wave knocked him to the ground, and the flames soared into the sky, blurring his vision.

"Danger!" "What's going on?!" "Extinguish the fire! The deck exploded!"

"Wait, what is this." "No!"

The noisy sound was accompanied by screams, and the deck shook violently. He fell to the ground, shaking his confused head and trying to stand up.

A hand grabbed him.

Suddenly, the blurry vision cleared, and Jerome saw a scene he would never forget.

There was a hole in the fire-filled deck, and a considerable number of fallen demons poured out from it, shouting "Lakanishu".

Standing in front of him, Senior gently tore off the gray cloak on his body, revealing his slender body covered with scars, and the sharp sword in his hand turned into a stream of light in an instant, and quickly attacked the front few fallen demons.

A demon that even a strong knight can't deal with, his head was cut off by a sharp blade, and blood spattered.

(End of this chapter)