Deep Sea Embers

Through the symbiosis contract, the spell chanted by sharing the forbidden knowledge of the deep demon did not have any effect-compared with a corpse that woke up from the coffin in advance, the strange fact that the spell failed made the two people at the scene even more confused. An oblivion cultist was astonished.

What's more, "Suicide Bird" is one of the deep demons with powerful spells!

The thin and harsh woman in the black dress looked at the "Resurrection" standing quietly in front of her in disbelief. The black chain spreading from her collarbone was floating with uneasy smoke and dust. At the same time, she also felt Something is wrong with the state of the "suicide bird" that co-existed with him—this deep demon is constantly sending extremely dangerous signals, and even wants to cut off the connection with its master and return to the deep realm!

She finally came to her senses, and quickly grabbed the chain at the foot of Suicide Bird with one hand, while holding the other hand in the air, while staring into Duncan's eyes: "The situation is wrong...you are not the dead...you are who?"

"Tell me first, who are you?" Duncan looked at the woman in front of him, and then at the silent man who was keeping a distance from him and still holding the "crowbar" in his hand, "Let me guess ...First of all, you are obviously not the messengers of death, you tricked the guard, using... Well, the so-called 'disguise technique', you are coming for me - or, for the tool I am currently using From the shell, am I right?"

The woman in the black skirt opened her mouth slightly, her lips moved as if she was saying something, but Duncan couldn't hear it clearly, and in the next second, the woman suddenly raised the right hand that she had been holding weakly before, and the murmur in her mouth turned into a murmur. into a monstrous scream!

The "Suicide Bird" demon resting on her shoulders also suddenly spread its wings at the same time. Under the control of the symbiosis contract, the deep demon had no choice but to resist the instinctive fear and attacked Duncan.

A heavy pressure suddenly appeared, followed by the abnormal vibration and distortion of the ground under his feet. The ground around Duncan suddenly fluctuated like a liquid, and then several huge black thorns like bone spurs suddenly shot out from the ground, entangled and to!

However, Duncan didn't intend to dodge at all—mainly because this terrible temporary body couldn't respond too quickly—he just watched the thorns come to him calmly, and watched them wrap around him physically.

Afterwards, a grand spiritual body flame rose from the thornbush, and in an instant, the thornbush summoned by the spell turned into a piece of black ashes, accompanied by scattered fires and disappeared with the wind.

"As I said, you might as well just round that bird over your shoulder—that might scare me."

Duncan sighed helplessly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong with his body.

He raised his hand subconsciously, and the next second he was shocked to see cracks cracked on his hands one after another.

It wasn't the wound from the thorns just now, but a crack that appeared spontaneously. Under Duncan's helpless gaze, the cracks continued to increase, as if the skin and muscles of this body suddenly lost their vitality and elasticity, and in the Cracks quickly in this dry and cold weather.

Only a small amount of blood appeared in the gap, but the broken and shriveled debris kept falling from the wound to the ground. In just a few seconds, Duncan clearly felt that this already weak body became more fragile A few points.

He looked at the strange changes in his body in surprise, and then looked up at the woman in the black dress opposite: "Is this also the power of the spell? Did it work this time?"

The woman in the black skirt seemed to have not recovered from the shock of the complete failure of the "thorns". Her face paled a lot, and the death bird on her shoulder drooped her head weakly. However, after hearing Duncan's words, she A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Ah, it seems that this body has almost reached its limit... It will be much easier to deal with this way."

"To the limit?" Duncan asked subconsciously, he seemed to guess something from the attitude and words of the other party, but just when he was about to say something more, the woman in the black dress suddenly said in a cold voice: "Do it. "

As soon as she finished speaking, the taciturn and thin man beside him had already moved. He looked at Duncan expressionlessly, while the ghostly demon floating in mid-air, like a jellyfish in smoke, suddenly shrank and shrank. Chi Chi, thick smoky dark matter spewed out from the body of the jellyfish, smashing towards Duncan like a cannonball!

However, the "acid cannonball" had a faint green color when it flew halfway, and it disintegrated and dissipated before it touched the target, disappearing without a sound.

Duncan watched helplessly as the mass of dark matter exploded: "As I said, this thing is not..."

Before he finished speaking, the smoke and sparks in the air had dissipated, and after the smoke cleared, he saw that the silent man not far away had raised the cane towards him—the cane was folded from it, Protruding from the fracture is a black hole with a large caliber gun barrel.

"boom!!"

The fire in the gun barrel exploded, but the sound did not spread around the mortuary table—the woman in the black dress had already raised her finger in advance to make a silent gesture.

The large-caliber bullet tore through the air, and there was a muffled noise within the silence range. Duncan's eyes caught the bullet's last flight path, but he did nothing, just glanced at the jellyfish with the jellyfish out of the corner of his eye. A silent man who co-exists with demons.

In the next second, his vision was briefly plunged into darkness.

His head was torn apart by the powerful impact of the special bullet, and the part above the neck was gone.

Duncan's body swayed, stood on the spot and thought for a while, then raised his hand and touched his neck, but found that he didn't touch anything, so he stretched out his hand and pointed the middle finger in the direction of the woman in the black dress and the silent man, and then Fall on your back.

The woman in the black skirt fixed her eyes on the weird and terrifying headless body.

She watched her companion shoot the body headshot, and watched the body raised its hand to touch the missing head, and watched the strange behavior of the body—that is not a body that has lost its head. Response!

Whatever it was - the thing that took over this body was definitely not dead! It just left, temporarily exiled.

Knowing that staying there would be dangerous, the woman in the black skirt had already decided to give up today's action. She immediately looked up at her companion: "Let's go, leave the cemetery and then signal to those two people, something is wrong today..."

The silent man holding a strange walking stick didn't move for a while, as if he didn't hear his companion's voice.

He stood there quietly, and on the black chain extending from his throat, a little green fire flashed away.

This spark had penetrated his body along chains and flesh.

His heart has been set on fire.

"Hey, do you hear that?" The serious and impatient voice of the woman in the black skirt came again, "Leave quickly, otherwise today's commotion will be too loud when the guard reacts!"

The thin man with a cane nodded and turned around slowly.

"What happened to you just now?" The woman in the black skirt stared at her companion, but quickly looked away, "Okay, we must leave quickly, Duncan."

"Of course," Duncan smiled, "it's not suitable to stay here for long."

The woman in the black dress nodded, and was about to turn around and walk up the path, but just as she was about to turn her head, the "Suicide Bird" that had been resting on her shoulder suddenly let out a sharp and strange scream , the bone fragments all over the body of this ghostly demon creaked, and the black smoke and dust rose in all directions, and then it turned its head suddenly, staring at Duncan's direction, and kept shaking its wings while making a weird rattling sound.

And behind Duncan, the jellyfish-like deep demon floating in the air suddenly blazed into flames. In the pitch-black smoke and flames, the jellyfish demon without substance was burned out of thin air in a few seconds, and the connecting rod The chains holding the symbiote made a series of harsh clattering sounds, and scattered into broken links all over the place.

The woman in the black skirt stopped suddenly.

Through the connection between the chains, she felt the great fear of the "death bird" and the warning of death.

She even vaguely sensed the visual signal of the Death Bird—when the demon on her shoulder turned to Duncan, a sharp sting pierced her brain like an awl, and she felt a burst of burning in her retina, and it was difficult to The distorted light and shadow of the name permeated her reddened and darkened vision!

Ordinary deep demons have no heart, they only move out of instinct. When great danger arises, they don't worry about their master's mental health like Agou.

"Hmm—" the woman in the black skirt let out a low cry for a moment, and subconsciously took two steps back in pain and trance. She held on to the street lamp next to her and looked in horror at the familiar but unfamiliar man standing under the intersection of street lights and shadows. The thin figure said, "You...what the hell are you?!"

Duncan looked at the ugly skeletal bird on the opponent's shoulder (much uglier than Aiyi), then turned his head to look at the black ashes on the ground behind him, and sighed regretfully.

"Ignorance is bliss," he shook his head, "you are not blessed."