Daleid was lying on the ground in a single room on the second floor of the Oak Hotel, staring at a half-person-high ball not far away. This was the "egg" he took away from the Tower of Shadows without hesitation.

The small thorns covered with surfaces would pierce the skin and suck blood. Dalid didn't care about his blood loss at first because he was injured. When he returned to the hotel, he found that the eggs in his pocket had become much bigger and sticky. He touched them with his hands and was covered in blood.

The mage who found something was wrong was about to drop this strange egg, but his body was uncontrollably carried over. After waking up from a coma, the thing the size of an egg became thick as a wine barrel. The nauseous tentacles like blood vessels plunged into the body, connecting the eggs to the other end, and were continuously transporting the blood of the person.

Blood loss and general paralysis made Daly regret it. If it weren’t for the sudden outbreak of greed, he wouldn’t have left his teammates behind him, and he would have died of excessive blood loss now.

"Cruff..."

The door that was locked from inside opened, and Daleid was so shocked that his scalp was numb.

At first he wanted to come Kemer and others, but the idea just started, and he was afraid of being scolded or retaliated by his teammates. Then Dalid began to fantasize that the hotel owner who came to organize the room was to quell the room. However, this idea was quickly rejected because he was worried that the owner would destroy the strange but precious egg, after all, its appearance was not pleasing.

With many concerns, he turned his stiff neck. But what caught his eye was neither the companion nor the shopkeeper, but a stranger he had never seen before.

The pale young man closed the door with a expressionless face. Dalid noticed that he was dragging a girl who was about twelve or three years old in his hand. His expression full of fear and reluctance made Dalid's heart cry for help sank.

This is not a good phenomenon.

"Go out! This is my room..." Without caring about how awkward the posture of lying on the ground was, Dalid moved his left hand, and the staff had not yet been removed, so he could barely issue the missile spell stored inside.

"This was rented by Kemer for 5 silver coins, and you only accounted for one of the five of them." He took Elu back to the village of Bere. Victor immediately noticed the evil aura emitted from this hotel. The search result surprised it. Dalid had not escaped yet.

The leader's name turned into a giant hammer and hit Dalid hard on the back of the head.

This person knows the name of the regiment commander... What is his relationship with the regiment commander?

"Where are others?"

"You obviously left him in the Tower of Shadows, but now you actually asked me about his whereabouts. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"You...who are you?" At this point, Dalid couldn't continue to calm down.

"I took his commission and came to retrieve what you had taken away...ah, it turned out to be here." Victor looked at the meat ball carefully, which looked more like a heartbeat.

A restless and frenzied air was entrenched in the room, and the air was filled with dark energy. It seemed that it was not an ordinary egg.

"Don't, don't come here..." The numbness has not yet been eliminated, and Dalid can only bluff. Until the critical moment, he will not use the only remaining magic.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

Victor raised his index finger and pointed at the ball of meat that was beating like a heart. Dalid, who noticed his actions, yelled quickly.

"No! Don't touch it!"

"Are you not curious about what's inside? Maybe a man-eating monster will run out."

"That's mine..." Dalid, who tried to make the last struggle, raised his staff, and the spell stored inside immediately turned into several light bullets and flew towards Victor a few steps away.

Alu, who was silenced, could not speak, and could only stare at everything that happened. The magic that drew an arc in the air did not hit the guy who captured her, but also bounced back and beat the man lying on the ground to scream in pain. This result made the hope that Elu had just emerged once again. She thought she could escape while the two of them were fighting.

After reflexing the spell back to the caster, Victor's wind blade hit the eggs that looked like a living creature. The thick * was cut out a deep blood groove. The blood gushed out to dye Daleid who was lying on the ground into a bloody man.

After waiting for a while, nothing appeared except for the blood that kept flowing outwards.

Victor was a little disappointed. Just when he was about to peel the evil thing into meat, the second wave of wind blades that were emitted was bounced open. The egg squirmed a few times and suddenly exploded. Dalid, who was closest to, was once again affected. He was blown away by a huge impact force and fell directly into the hard street from the broken window to kill the mage on the spot.

Daleid's body attracted many villagers and adventurers to watch, and even bold adventurers rushed into the hotel to see what happened.

Except for Victor who opened the barrier and Alu who was protected by this, everything in the room was beyond recognition under the impact of the explosion.

The egg disappeared, and the place where it was replaced was a humanoid creature nearly two meters tall. Not only did it have two curved horns on its head, but there was also a pair of bat-like flesh wings behind it.

"Oh~ This really... surprised me." Victor looked at the creature that appeared in front of him. His posture was exactly in line with the dark clan that was as famous as the undead - the demon.

The slightly rapid breath gradually calmed down, and the demon, whose body was stained with blood, opened his red eyes: "Look at what I encountered, a dead soul? Wait... I know your face... Alberrecht?"

The tone with a playful voice quickly turned into a real surprise.

"You recognized the wrong person, demon." Victor's relaxed expression removed. Although its existence has long been erased from history, it does not mean that it is willing to see others confuse themselves with that person.

"Well... I look carefully and it is indeed obvious that there is a clear difference between Alberrecht, but this does not negate the initial judgment. I can feel the power created in my soul. Are you a chants clan, right?" The devil grinned and smiled maliciously.

It's not a question, but a tone of affirmation.

Victor let go of the hand that grabbed Elu, and a little between her forehead, the little girl fainted immediately. Because it was useful for the time being, it was not ready to let her die in the next battle. The lich summoned the death scythe with the curse of death and was ready for a big battle.

On the other hand, the demon not only did not act in a battle posture, but still focused on looking at the undead in front of him. The bloody eyes were filled with calculating light, which made Victor very unhappy. He hated this kind of look, very much like the person he hated the most.

"Would you like to work with me, Victor Elysian?"

The black sickle representing death was thrown out at the moment when the speech ended, and the demon turned slightly and flashed a lightning-like blow.

"Hey~ Don't be so nervous, I have no malice. I just want to find a partner simply." Discovering that it angered the future partner, the demon made an apology move, but the expression on his face was completely insincere.

"I don't think it's too credible to say this from a demon's mouth." Victor did not accept the demon's proposal.

"I know this idea is ridiculous, but if we have reasons to cooperate, do you believe it? My dear cousin."

When he heard the word "coon", Victor almost couldn't help but throw out the black sickle in his hand again.

I thought this was just a devil's trick, but when he stuck out his tongue and the familiar mark entered his sight, Victor forcibly stopped the second attack he was about to launch.

The blessed tongue, the voice of praise God, the authority inherited by the chants for generations, the glory of the God-serving God... The fragments of memories pass by one by one, causing the soul to feel dull pain as it is knocked.

It was silent for a long time before it responded.

"The chants have been exterminated."

Trap! This must be a trap, Victor warned himself.

"Yes, the clan of the God of the Gods has become history, and you and I are the last bloodline of the chants." The devil did not give up persuasion.

"Don't give me a title casually, what's the last blood... I gave up the surname and glory of the chants eighty years ago." This time, there was no reason to stop it from splitting the lies-mouthed demon in half.

"Hey~hey~hey~ It's not good to have such a bad temper~" The upper body suddenly leaned back and avoided the sweeping giant scythe. The demon, whose body was astonishingly flexible, did not rely on his hands to support him to restore his standing posture, and his tone was still teasing: "Are you not curious at all? As a demon, I am so clear about the past of an undead creature?"

"I don't believe in demons, especially guys like you who are both cunning and nonsense." He couldn't fight the speed, and Victor switched to spells. After the short spell was completed, his pale hands were wrapped around black lightning like a snake, making terrifying "cracks" sounds from time to time.

The demon standing next to the broken window shook his head repeatedly: "I'm already trying my best to endure it, don't continue to seduce my battle hope..."

With a low laugh, Victor's attack accelerated, and the curse of death and black lightning were emitted at the same time, hoping to take his life.

The demon suddenly leaned down and slid to Victor almost against the ground. He raised his right hand with sharp claws and made a long hole in the lich's body, and black dead aura continued to emerge from the wound.

Victor looked down at the scar that stretched from his abdomen to his shoulders, and his extreme shock prevented him from making the counterattack he deserved.

entity?

In disbelief, I reached out and touched the wound, without bleeding, but the feeling was real.

How is this possible?!

My body wasn't eighty years ago...

No, that's not the point. When it's still in the shadow state, how could it suddenly become a entity?

Victor took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. He tried hard to recall, but could not find any memory of his body's transformation from virtual to real.

Paglott said that he could break his tongue off and break free from the sanctum, and then... and... why can't I remember it...

"How, have you noticed?" The devil whispered: "Although from the bottom of my heart, I really hope to have a good fight with you, but for the sake of the future, I must put cooperation first."

"I never cooperate with guys of unknown origin." In the chaos, Victor threw out a sentence. It was ready to deal with this guy before considering the problem of form and memory. The demon's strength was no less than that of Lucien, who possessed holy objects. At this time, distraction would only give him a chance to attack.

"I always wanted to introduce myself, but you never want to give me a chance." Realizing that you could negotiate without force, the devil took a few steps back and opened the distance from Victor: "Klein Zaire. Of course, you can also call me Klein Essay."

"Zaire?" Victor did not forget that among the people he knew, there was also a surname named Frost wolf - Baile Zaire.

"I have a part of the blood of the dark elf, and it's normal to have a dark elf surname. But... it's better to talk about it again in another place. In our current form, it's not suitable to continue." The demon pointed to the increasing noise outside the window: "If you don't speak, you agree. There is a place nearby full of evil spirits, which is quite suitable for hiding. Let's go first, Brother Victor."

After saying that, the demon climbed over the roof through the window, jumped away after a few leaps and ran away.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor. Victor put away his giant scythe and picked up Alu who was lying on the ground unconscious, and jumped out of the window by imitating the demon. Regardless of the exclamations of the onlookers in the streets and the militia coming towards the hotel, he ran on the roof with the aura of the demon.

It's so crazy, I actually have a demon relative...

Victor laughed at himself.

It remembers the purpose of entering the middle-level world, and why it was in the southern village of Bere hundreds of kilometers away from Jingyao, but it did not remember when it regained its entity.

When transformed into the dead, it exists in the form of a shadow. According to Paglotte's explanation, during the transformation into the fallen spirit, the body was burned down because it turned away from the gods.

Thinking about it, it can never remember the missing memories. Whether it is the early stage of transforming into the dead, or the experience before the collapse of the Tower of Shadow...
Chapter completed!