Heroes of the Invincible Undead

"Aren't you afraid? Or, what else do you rely on in particular?"

Looking at the succubus who lost his strength and fell on the ground, but looked very calm, Rod asked with some doubts.

The newly-born little monster body made Rhode lose his former heroic specialties. Without the existence of the peeping eye, Rohde would naturally not be able to detect the thoughts in this succubus heart, but her calm expression deeply attracted Rohde's attention.

Rhode has seen many creatures face expressions of death, unwilling, angry, resentful, and even fanatical. Rhode has also seen them and don't know how many. But like the succubus in front of him, even if death is imminent, there is no response, but it is very rare.

After discovering this, Rod stopped his movements for the first time. He was worried about the succubus in front of him and what hidden means.

Maybe it was because she knew her own abilities and swallowed highly poisonous things beforehand, or maybe she had hidden weapons like magic scrolls on her body. Her unusual performance attracted Rhode's attention deeply. Rod stared at the succubus coldly, trying to see something from her.

No better than the body he used to be, the current Lord does not have the power to fear everything. He must be vigilant at all times to avoid any mistakes.

From the succubus, Rod seemed to have discovered something, and slightly narrowed his eyes, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

The succubus in front of her had more scars on her body than Rodr had imagined. When she was not moving, she was fine. When she tilted her head slightly, she would reveal the extreme hideousness. Even the well-informed Rod, at this moment Can not help but smack secretly.

Some of the scars on the succubus were healed, while others were extremely fresh. They looked like they had been left a while ago, and there were slightly dried blood nearby.

Recalling that not long ago, the Lord of the Abyss, who exhibited all sorts of strange behaviors in the pleasing ceremony, seemed to realize something, and his expression changed faintly.

In the previous pleasing ceremony, Kraja kept asking Rhode to flog her. In addition, the ritual itself also has the function of increasing pain. Whether it is Rhodes or Kraja, the pain experienced during the ritual is significant. Promote.

Scars are proof of pain. Every scar on her body must be accompanied by intense pain.

If pain and torture can be used to please the **** king, then the succubus in front of her is undoubtedly a faithful believer of the **** king. Unfortunately, Rhodes did not feel the extremely powerful power from her. She did not seem to have been favored by the **** king.

Perhaps just as Ruder expected, the succubus in front of him was hiding his strength, and the moment Ruud relaxed, he would launch a fatal blow.

Just as Rod's expression was solemn, the succubus in front of him finally said:

"Are you Clarol's companion..."

Her voice was very hoarse, and it was like something stuck in her throat. Rod was even a little unintelligible. Fortunately, she spoke slowly, and Rod could still understand her meaning.

"Clarol?"

Rod frowned somewhat suspiciously.

If Rod remembers correctly, Clarol was the abyss demon who provoked and died in his hands when he first came to the camp. If it hadn't been mentioned by this succubus, Rod would never have thought of that name. The name of the demon.

The succubus in front of him seemed to have something to do with Clarol, which also made Rhode realize something.

"It doesn't matter." She turned her head to the side and said, "I don't know what you gave Clarol, but you can torture me as much as he promised you."

Rod put his hands in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe I will kill you."

"I don't recommend you to do this." She replied calmly, "I am Clarol's servant. If you kill me, you will offend that powerful demon. He won't let you go easily."

"Oh?" Rod gave her a surprised look. "Don't you know what happened?"

She frowned slightly and shook her head at the same time.

"The Clarol in your mouth has long died in my hands." Rod said slowly.

Hearing what Rod said, her expression changed: "This is impossible, you don't understand the power of that demon..."

"Before I came back, didn't you check the surroundings? Isn't the **** smell around here enough to alert you?" Rod asked in a deep voice.

With that, Rod slowly stepped forward and came to the debris piled up behind the camp. The death energy emitted there had already attracted Rod's attention.

Opening the covered dark camp, Rod saw the demon corpse underneath, it was Clarol who had been killed by him before.

As the Lord of the Abyss said, when Rhodes killed Clarol, the rest of the demons sent everything that Clarol possessed to Rhodes, whether it was the tent he once lived in or that A succubus with scars all over his body.

Perhaps because of this, the succubus seemed to have misunderstood something, but this did not affect Rhode at this time.

"How could... this way?" the succubus murmured, and she quickly came to Clarol's corpse, gently flipping the broken demon's corpse, with shock in her eyes.

"You killed him, didn't you?" She quickly turned around and looked at Rod, with an inexplicable emotion flashing in her eyes. This was also the first time Rod saw the expression of emotions from her calm face.

"Does it matter?" Rod asked indifferently.

"Of course..." She said excitedly, and her body approached Rod unconsciously.

The various scars on the succubus in front of her seemed to explain how she had been treated. She looked at Rod, the special emotion in her eyes even worse.

However, Rod didn't care about it. He stretched out his hand, pinched the succubus on the neck, and lifted her up with one hand.

At this moment, Rhode's high basic attributes played a role. After devouring the Lord of the Abyss, Rod's body was not known to be much larger than the average little monster, and even without much effort, he lifted the thin succubus.

Being picked up by Rod with one hand, the broken bat wings behind the succubus swayed wildly, but her eyes were still calm, staring at Rod indifferently, without saying anything, as if she could not feel the coming death. .

Just when she felt breathing gradually became difficult and her vision blurred, she suddenly felt her neck loosen and her figure fell to the ground.

She stretched out her hand and put it on her neck, then let out a few dull coughs, panting heavily, and there was a bit of resentment in the eyes of Rod.