fallen devil

Chapter 282 No.30 Second Act Investigation II
When Amber and other professionals repaired the plan, they were discussing in the forest outside the monastery gate.

On the fourth floor of the catacombs, that is, inside the Palace of Blood, Dorothy and other thirteen spirits of heroes who surrendered to Tang Ze surrounded the pool of blood.

Gathered here for a reason, they stared intently at the pool that was bubbling with blood.

According to the "Knight Agent of the Dark Sands" left by Tang Ze in front of the Throne of Bones, today is the day when the barbarian who fell into the pool of blood has finished reshaping his body.

The original forecast was for a day or two, but that was not the case.

The atmosphere was a little depressing.

"It took a little longer than expected. It took a total of two and a half days."

The heroic red-haired savage Luke Steinbe whispered, "What does this mean, reinvention failed, or better?"

"What do you mean by better?"

"Perhaps a stronger body."

"Like turning into a monster with eight arms and wielding a knife?"

Rayleigh Tobias, who was on the side, tossed his brown hair and folded his hands in a bold and unrestrained posture.

Of course, all the thirteen professionals present could hear Riley Tobias alluding to Tang Ze's agent for Sand Knights, but no one dared to praise his sense of jokes.

The atmosphere became a little more relaxed.

"It's not bad to become like that, maybe you will become the next agent and serve the master."

The corner of the necromancer's mouth rose, and he said something that made the expressions of the rest of the people change.

Even Rayleigh Tobias, who had been joking earlier, looked serious, and they secretly glanced at the Dark Gold Sand Knight not far away, but the latter didn't respond, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

But it is inevitable for these professionals to secretly slander. The brain circuit of a necromancer may really be different from that of ordinary people, which almost caused a disaster.

They looked at the necromancer who was still smiling, and were speechless for a while.

"Shut up, the deputy has taken action."

Dorothy glanced at the necromancer, looked solemnly at the Dark Gold Sand Knight who stood up, and then lowered her voice, "Let's step back, the blood in the pool will damage the soul body."

The thirteen professionals quickly retreated, but their eyes still stayed in the pool.

More and more blood-colored bubbles appeared on the calm water surface, and a subtle vortex formed in the middle, and then expanded, making a sizzling sound.

The dark golden sand knight "Flying Wind Blade" raised an arm, signaling to the dark demon not far away to fetch a weapon, and the latter immediately offered a three-meter-long spear. The dark golden sand knight held the end of the spear tightly, Throw Zheng out towards the center of the pool.

The tip that shone with cold light broke through the water, and the thin red line at the end was connected with the sand knight's palm.

It seemed that something had been stabbed, "Flying Wind Blade" felt it, and naturally pulled it back. Under the urging of a strength value close to 700 points, a huge red spar was pulled out, out of the blood pool, It slammed heavily on the stone bricks at his feet, splashing tiny reddish fragments.

The blood-smelling liquid slid down the surface of the spar, dripped to the ground, and dispersed into a blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye.

The inside of the spar is gradually becoming clear.

The red and black outer armor full of spikes and patterns looks as tall and mighty as a barbarian, standing quietly among the crystals, as if sleeping.

"It's an amazing sight."

The barbarian among the professionals couldn't help but marvel when he saw half of his face exposed under the red thorn helmet, "Not only did he not become a monster, but he also recovered so well."

"I don't need to get close, I can feel the dreadful power."

"Exaggeration, what an exaggeration, hahaha."

"It's much better than expected, it's exciting."

Although the barbarian was wrapped in hideous armor, it was obvious that he had regained his previous human face.

This made female professionals like Dorothy and the female knight Mei secretly happy.

Although they are ready to turn into ugly monsters, in the final analysis, no one wants to turn into the monsters they once hated.

However, a new problem soon appeared. The red spar wrapped around the red-armored barbarian like a cocoon, and the surrounding dark demons were waving their weapons, but they couldn't split it with all their strength. It just splashed sparks and appeared a few shallow cracks. just scratches.

The dark gold sand knight made a move himself, and the phantom knife light fell on it, and only cut off a small piece.

"This shell needs to be broken by himself."

The words of the dark gold sand knight made these professionals think of the chicks that were about to hatch, and they were unwilling to imagine the consequences of not being able to break this layer of spar.

Sleeping forever in the red spar?
It seems that recasting the body also has certain risks.

"The loser will always stay at the bottom of the pool of blood."

The dark gold sand knight looked at the red spar for a while, then turned around, and said to all the professional souls who were looking here, "Now determine the next candidate."

Although the red-armored barbarian didn't know if he could successfully break through the red spar, the pool of blood had been vacant and could be used by the next professional who was about to reshape his body.

With the lessons learned from the red-armored savages and the warning words of the dark-gold sand knights, even the most courageous of them could not help but hesitate.

If you want to successfully shape your body, luck and will are all important.

If it weren't for strong confidence in one's will, no one would dare to answer the words of the Dark Sands Knight at this time.

However.
"Let me come."

Under the amazed gaze of the three female assassins behind her, Dorothy said calmly, "I hope I can get your permission."

The dark gold sand knight didn't take a closer look, but glanced at Dorothy, acquiescing.

The latter went to another room to retrieve his own bones, passed by the red spar, took a deep look at the barbarian in the spar, and his eyes became more determined.

"She has courage."

A barbarian sighed to the three female assassins, "Aren't you going to stop her?"

"Your Highness will definitely succeed."

The three female assassins quickly put away their astonishment and turned into an almost indifferent calm, "She is the most willful person we have ever seen."

"However, the person with the most will still fell at Andariel's feet."

The words of another druid left the three assassins speechless, and then he continued, "We may have to re-examine the matter of recasting flesh and blood."

He deliberately lowered his voice for these words, even though the Dark Gold Sand Knight was still far away.

"The one locked inside is your brother. I thought you would be the next one to recast flesh and blood."

The necromancer came over and faced the druid who was frowning, "Since you are not going to follow, then give me the third place."

"I have no problem."

The druid frowned and shrugged.

"As you like." "As expected of a necromancer." "You can talk to the agent."

Just as the attention of these professionals was diverted away, two real red lights flashed away in the gap of the red helmet in the red spar.

(End of this chapter)