Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"How many people are responsible for hunting me?"

silence.

"What is the patrol method of the demons stationed in Cilicia?"

silence.

"Where is the king of kings? After winning that naval battle, where is his army of demons now?"

Still boundless silence.

Irushiel was like a piece of wood, biting his lip, and said a step. A pair of lavender eyes looked at the monster in front of them with pity.

"Don't ask, this girl is a professional killer of Persis. Ordinary torture and even enchantment magic are useless to her. What's more, your rookie-level question-but luckily you tied her tail to her On the base of the thigh."

Magnus flew around the Shadow Dancer a few times and confirmed the identity of the other party. With his small scarlet hands, he carefully drew a few times in the mane at the tip of the half-devil tail, unexpectedly turning out a sharp blade. .

"Look, there is a sharp blade hidden in her hairy tail mane. The profession of Shadow Dancer is not unique to the mountain lunatics, but the blade on the tail is indeed their usual strategy."

"How do you know so much detail?"

Painhurs turned his head questioningly.

"Of course, I live much longer than you. I was still on the mountains before, and I was a favorite of a sorcerer. That guy learned a lot, mage, wanderer, sorcerer, arcane knight. ······Uh, I digress."

The scarlet devil held up his thin chest proudly.

"These killers have been sent into the mountains of Persis since they were young. Teams two by one received brainwashing and training of various **** difficulties. After completing all the training, the two have been hand in hand for decades. Companions who survive the difficulties together will usher in the final test: exhaust all the knowledge and skills they have learned to kill each other. Only the person who survives the last is qualified to become the king of kings' dagger in the dark. ."

"Shut up! You **** little devil! Shut up!!!"

The memories of Irushiel hidden deep in the mind were awakened one by one in Magnus' words. She shook her head in pain, and finally shaken her mind during this interrogation.

"As a devil, you help our enemy! Don't you fear being punished by the Lord of the Nine Hells?"

"Hey! His old man has no time to care about your mortal wars. As a familiar, I help the caster fight, eat, drink and sleep in his free time, but it is one of my duties! Seeing my hard work, he It’s too late to be happy."

Magnus said without embarrassment, and flew around the Shadow Dancer by the way, and landed safely on the left shoulder of the warchief.

"So, all killers are madmen with red eyes, beasts without any moral concepts. As long as the King of Kings loosens the reins, they will hunt their targets at all costs. Think about it, these people can kill them with their own hands. The companions who have been with each other for more than ten years day and night, who else can't be dealt with by them?"

"It's not me! I wanted to run away with him at the time. I didn't even want to kill him! I'm not the kind of person you said!"

In a few words, Magnus provoked the most resisting memory in Iroshiel's heart, the scarlet face that looked like stagnant water without any expression, at this moment, it was like a sea in a storm, making waves. Crazy, painful, desperate, everything, eyes, and even tears dripping.

"Yes... it was Salai's first hand! He betrayed me first!!! At the most cost, I tore his neck with my own hands!"

"Oh? Really? A fateful mandarin duck?"

The little devil smacked his lips.

"Then you, do you know a little secret about the final trial? If the two people participating in the training show a tendency to reluctantly do anything, or even elope, they will immediately be completely enslaved by the mage, using human dominance techniques , Forcing them to start the final fight without knowing each other.

Ah, if what you just said is true, the person controlled and enslaved is not you, but your companion. Then, he must have exposed an extremely strong tendency to resist. He would rather die than wave his hand at you. The blade in the middle, so that it was turned into an arcane puppet.

By the way, for your instructor, this kind of highly resistant person can be said to be a waste of training. The stronger the ability, the greater the probability of committing a crime, and the more troublesome it will deal with in the future.

So, the last use of garbage, he was driven by the will of the wizard to launch what you call a "betrayal" attack, and in the course of the battle, a small flaw was revealed, and he was deliberately killed by your own hands— —So, a killing machine that feels betrayed by the whole world and the sky is falling. At the last moment you took his life, it succeeded in casting—you think about it, after his dominance was lifted, before he died, watch What is the look in your eyes? ? ? "

"You nonsense! This is not true!"

The Shadow Dancer's eyes widened in horror, and his scarlet and vigorous body trembled slightly because of the violent emotional fluctuations.

Painhurs wrapped his hands around his chest and watched with interest at the interrogation scene that was so close to the soul. Irushiel’s face was very funny. First, it was filled with anger and hatred, and then transformed into resentment and disapproval. Solution, in the end, in Magnus's story of not knowing whether it is true or false, it turned into a sense of grievance and confusion.

The girl's eyes widened in shock, she stupidly opened her mouth with a confused look, where she seemed to have seen it, oh, last time there was a Roman soldier who was hit by a green-skinned boy with a psionic shock. Silly reaction.

"You still don't believe it?"

Magnus stepped up the offensive. As the messenger of purgatory, the little devil can use the power of magic a week to ask six questions to help them solve some particularly troublesome business.

Under the spell of the little devil, inside the cave, bursts of frantic, tyrannical scarlet winds, and burning **** flames, burning and pulsating **** flames, bunches of twisted, dazzling disgusting beams , Like a blasphemous tentacled from the depths of hell, quietly drilled out of the cave wall.

The hot and terrifying **** lava, like blood, left from the rock wall. On the ground, it gathered into a pool of burning lakes, emitting a breathtaking twisted heat wave.

With the passage of this time, the burning molten slurry, like two fleshy eyelids, quickly retreated to both sides of the company, revealing a terrifying, deathly **** pupil!

"He pays attention to me!"

The little devil uttered a roar of excitement, happily dancing with his hands, repeating the memories of Irushiel's words at the fastest rate of speech in his life, and his own bold speculations, his voice almost smoky.

Magnus poured some water to relieve some of the burning in his throat, and finally asked cautiously.

"My lord? I guessed it, right?"

Molten's eyes closed instantly, and when they opened again, the fallen pupils ceased to exist. Instead, there were two rows of sharp teeth as sharp as razors, as well as dark, scarlet throats that were as deep as an abyss.

The Shadow Dancer instantly raised her ears and held her breath. She was afraid that the sound of her own breathing would make herself hear the answer that was related to her life. She looked at the purgatory lips anxiously, expecting, waiting for the final The answer-this short wait of a few seconds seems to be longer than one's own life.

The molten lips touched gently, and the red snake of purgatory swayed gently.

"He was right."

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ten minutes later

"You tried too hard. After hearing the answer, this guy suffered a major blow to his mind, just like he was mentally retarded. At this moment, he only knows to cry, and the information he wants is still useless."

Painhurs complained dissatisfiedly, packing up his bags and preparing to run away, at least first meeting with the Howling Clan of Al'Akir, thinking about other ways to return home.

"After becoming your demon familiar, I ate and waited for death all day long. I haven't lured other people's souls into purgatory for a long time. I don't want to practice my hands to avoid unfamiliar skills, which will affect my future employment."

Magnus grumbled cursively.

"How do I know that this guy has such a fragile soul, he is a killer from the training center in the mountains anyway!"

The warchief rolled his eyes silently, blindfolded the opponent's eyes, closed his mouth, and continued to hang on the halberd's head, resisting his shoulders, and galloping in the forest.

However, it seems that my beheading plan was very successful. The woodland was densely packed and full of chasing soldiers before, and the woods were empty, and the birds could even be heard all around. If the woods were full of ambushes, the birds would have run away. .

Painhurs once again cast the call of the spell, spreading a three-layer magic circle composed entirely of purgatory text on the ground, but this time, only the three-headed purgatory flew out of the white candle circle. The raven flies around, looking for a companion or enemy.

"Goooooooo—"

I don’t know how long it took. Suddenly, a fat eagle with black and brown feathers fell from the sky with a smile, flapping its wings, and landed firmly on the warchief’s right shoulder. Lightly sink down, and then return to the original state.

"Found it, this is the familiar of a certain Wind Howl Warlock, and they are also looking for me."

Painhurs took out some meat strips of wild beasts from his pocket and sent them to the mouth of the eagle as a reward. After eating the meat strips hungrily, it immediately flapped a pair of huge wings and guided the pale warlock. Walked through the woods, and finally returned to his companion.

"Warchief! Good news! We got plenty of rest. After regaining the spell position, we happened to encounter a squad that transported food: Teflin's main force rushed out of Chiriqia and hit the steel cage. They don’t have many people to arrest us—huh? The decoration on your halberd is so special."

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