Demon Sage Chapter 136

The pitch-black sword fought against the psionic blade, and Donald kept Rastolle two meters away.

The walls are covered with gray, the hair that hasn't been taken care of for a long time is clinging to his face because of sweat, his pale face and blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Donald is in a very bad state now.

Most wizards have a natural restraint effect on melee occupations, but this is on the premise that both parties can ensure a certain distance. Donald can't say that there is no control method. Bigby's attacking palm and binding chains are all field control and assault. magic tricks used.

But the way La Stoller draws a close distance is too arrogant. I don't know how much energy is stored in this guy's ring. Except for the first outbreak, he can still take a sip from time to time to maintain his physical condition, Donald thought. He dragged his state to dissipate, and as a result, he was seized the opportunity to attack continuously.

"Hu~hu~"

Uncontrollable panting, continuous collisions and position changes, and forced into a house again, with less than 2 mental power remaining.

"Aren't you a demon, Your Excellency, how come I haven't seen you use the power of a demon until now, say, why do you speak demon language, and what can you understand the writing on the lost stone tablet!"

Rastolle's right arm was knotted in muscles, constantly pressing the psionic blade, staring at Donald. He didn't understand that this guy had no demon powers, why could he do these things, and humans could learn demon languages?

This is unheard of.

"Want to know? Okay, let me go now. I'll write to you and tell you the news. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Donald grinned. He was in this situation. He was not a fool. If he said he was dead, he would die if he didn't say it.

"If I kill you, I will detain your soul and ask slowly. I hope you will still be so stubborn at that time. I'm afraid it will be a little difficult..."

There was a black mist coming out of the pitch-black long knife, wrapping the psionic blade. Donald's perception that the energy that formed the psychic blade was rapidly being destroyed, and his heart sank.

Put your palms together and press forward, Bigby strikes the palm!

Putting all his mental energy into it, he must find a way to distance himself from Rastole to a distance of only 10 meters. Only in this way can he have a chance to make the next move.

tom~

The giant hand of the force field collided with Rastolle's body. The latter erected a long knife and directly inserted it into the ground. The other hand grabbed the load-bearing column next to it. Toler suffered the impact of the flying stones, without taking a step back...

Donald got up and tried to move to the side, but Rastoller came to him at this moment, raised his hand to grab Donald's neck, and held it high.

"Hahaha~ Your Excellency, you seem to be in pain? Don't worry, I don't have the habit of torturing people, you will die very quickly."

Rastoller admired Donald's last struggle, his fingers slowly exerted force, and Donald, who was restrained, only felt that the scene in front of him was blurring, and the tone was darkening.

woo~

Donald saw Finger, who had never had a chance to intervene in the previous battle, but now rushes out from behind a rock, jumping up and biting Rastole's arm.

As a cat, despite using all his strength, apart from leaving a red mark on his skin, he still couldn't do any damage to Rastole.

Rastoller pinched Finger's neck with his left hand and threw it out. Donald's eyes were fixed on Finger in mid-air.

Time slowed down at this moment, and another voice sounded in my mind.

"I said, this body doesn't belong to you, you've been using it for so long, it's my turn."

There was darkness in front of him in an instant, and Donald could only perceive that his body was constantly falling.

tick~

It was the sound of water droplets entering the spiritual world for the first time. When Donald woke up, he sat on the chair he was meditating on. In front of him was still the drawing, the dial of the clock meditation method, and the desktop was still the same. In addition to the things on the table and the chair he was sitting on, there was only a small circular area around it with a brown-red floor.

Looking around, the gray-white bookshelves like the bones of the dead have replaced the original antique wooden shelves. The surrounding floor has also become a large blue-black stone brick, and the surrounding lamp buildings are lit with a faint blue fire. The chair is no longer an obtrusive sight, now, Donald's stuff is the obtrusive part in this spiritual world...

Outside of the spiritual world, Rastolle looked at Donald with his head drooping. He didn't remember that he had broken the other's neck with force.

"I haven't tried my best yet. It's not like you pretended to be dead. Maybe it would be better for you to experience it for yourself?"

Rastolle began to tighten his fingers. He was ready to kill Donald and collect his soul. Although he didn't want to talk to that person, he was willing to offer enough sacrifices in order to get the secret in Donald's mind. Although cumbersome.

"Death? Why don't you try?"

Donald raised his head again, darkness engulfed his eyes, his emerald green pupils were stained scarlet with blood mist, and a dark green flame suddenly appeared on Rastole's hand pinching his neck.

"How come, you are not a human... a devil, you are..."

The situation in front of him made Rastolle fall into chaos. He was beaten so badly before without using the power of demons. Why did he appear when he was about to die?

"Rastoller, your name is Rastoller, right? You're very good, without you, maybe I'll have to wait a while longer to completely occupy this guy's body, it's you who made him fall into a near-death , surrendered control of the body."

Raising his hand and grabbing Rastoller's wrist, the dark green flame was still burning, but the broad palm shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fire quickly spread to the forearm. Donald blinked and continued:

"The one who signed the contract with you is Sorofik? He seems to have been made by you as the Dark Walker, one of the Demon Kings of the Abyss. Very good, very good, you helped me, so I decided to reward you."

"This, this... thank you for your gift!"

Rastole lost his head for a while, and didn't know what to say. When he heard that there was a reward from the devil, he hurriedly responded.

"Yes, this is the attitude you should have. I will allow your soul to sacrifice to me and become a part of me, and your body will also become the nourishment of my current body. How is it, are you happy?"

The gratitude of the devil is often "unbearable", although it is indeed a gift in the eyes of some creatures in the abyss, and it is a lifelong dream for them to be part of the strong.

"What did you say? Impossible!"

Rastolle had also reacted at this moment, and he was about to get out immediately. The power of the devil was activated, and a large shadow enveloped Donald.

But when he came back to his senses, the dark green flame on his right arm had burned to the elbow, and the burned area was completely unconscious.

His reaction was too slow.

"Your Excellency, if you let me go, I am willing to offer other sacrifices to you."

"But I need you very much right now. The guy in my body has not been completely swallowed up. I need the power of the devil in you and your soul to help me complete the last step."

The shadow was expelled by the flames, the flames on Rastole's arms spread rapidly, and the body that was temporarily strengthened by the transformation of energy through talent quickly withered away, not returning to its original state, but completely withering!

"No, it can't be like this... Great Dark Walker, your loyal followers are being persecuted by other demons, please pay attention to me and offer you all of me!"

Rastole was completely panicked. He didn't know how to deal with the **** dark green flame. He needed help.

The gray-white energy in the siphon bone ring overflowed wildly. Since getting this ring, he can't remember how much Rastolle has absorbed. Now it's all used as a sacrifice. I just hope that the adult can turn his eyes to him for a short time.

His head suddenly became dizzy, Rastoller fell to his knees, as if he had completely lost consciousness, but the flames on his arms stopped burning at this moment.

"Sorofik, it's been a long time since I saw you. Kneel down for me when we meet again, okay?"

Donald put his hands in his coat pockets and smiled.

"Hoo~ Mineato, there is no breath of you in the abyss. They say that you betrayed, ran away, and disappeared. I didn't expect to shrink here. In order not to let them find out, the price you paid seems to be not small. Now you are , is simply unbelievably weak."

"Stop talking nonsense, I want your soul and body as a believer to restore my state, and I will repay you later."

Listening to this tone, the relationship between Mineato and Sorofik seems to be okay, at least to the extent that they can make deals.

"Mineato, during your absence, a lot has happened in the abyss..."

Sorofik was talking about something else.

"What do you mean? The breath on your body... Sorofik, you actually joined them!"

As if he had found something, Mineator gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, since you can't beat them, then join them. This is a normal thing, at least it's much better than you turning into this ghost. The pattern in the abyss is changing, Mineato, you are out of date. ......Do you want to use this contractor of mine to restore your power? Since I noticed it, I will never give you this chance. I didn't expect it, I am waiting in the abyss...waiting for you The day they were completely wiped out!"

When the voice fell, Rastolle was rescued like a drowning man, panting heavily, and the flames on his body went out. He was very happy, but the next second he found that the demon power in his body was destroying his whole body. Every pore in his body was oozing black mist.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the flesh and blood. Rastole opened his mouth, but there was no sound, only a gurgling black mist gushed out of his mouth.

Sorofik is destroying his contractor!

"Sorofik, you will regret it."

Unable to count on this guy in front of him, Mineato began to think of other ways.

"yes?"

The blood-shattered Rastole burst into flames at this moment and swooped towards Donald. Those black mists took the opportunity to get into Donald's body.

This is Sorofik's last attack before he leaves, and it is forcibly oppressing Mineako's soul!

In the past, this would never be successful, but today's Mineato is too weak!

Chapter end