The Devil’s Cage Chapter 98: Table etiquette
The voice is clear, but there is no fluctuation of feelings, just like the plain expression of Kieran.
The pale monk's body stiff looks pale as if frozen.
The prophet who broke down and cried no longer cried out loudly, but sobbed softly, even more pitifully than before.
Two people who know a lot of secrets, looking at Kieran standing in front of them, can only make some instinctive reactions.
As for more?
That is to hold back no tremors.
The bitter monk who was held by the prophet and shared the vision of ‘prophecy’. He looked at the deserted, deserted, wilderness, the appearance of the desperate first floor layer of heart.
Because, he can see what the darkness is.
It's not natural darkness.
Not even ordinary supernatural darkness.
It’s ‘swallow’!
Eating all the horror.
The dark monster is lazy and arrogant, but does not conceal his hunger at all, just like a **** above, looking down on everything in the world.
And, disdain.
The bitter monk didn’t bend down.
However, this is the limit.
When a glare of fiery flame appeared in the distance, the bitter monk sat down on the ground.
A lava Devil appeared in his stark both eyes.
Unlike the dark monster.
This lava Devil exudes a violent, chaotic atmosphere all over the body.
Not really close yet.
He has discovered that his mind is contaminated, and the whispers of evil looking begin to appear in his ear.
More scary...
He can’t stop such changes.
The monk finally knows why his friend collapsed and cried.
Death is inevitable.
Bitter monk's face appeared bitter.
He straightened up hard, hoping to be calm when death came.
If he can, he wants to stand up.
But the legs are a bit soft, so I can’t sit.
The lava Devil is getting closer.
Then...
Everything is gone.
He returned to the church again.
Behind him is a sobbing soothsayer who maintains a decent sitting posture.
There is no dark monster in front of him, and no lava Devil.
Only left, Kieran.
A youngster that looks ordinary and indifferent.
But it made the ascetic more and more aware that the other party was terrible.
Evil God!
Experienced death, but escaped reincarnation, and awakened again Evil God!
Recalling the darkness and fiery flame in his mind, the monk is very sure of the identity of youngster in front of him. After all, whether it is darkness or fiery flame, the evil breath above can be determined almost without distinction.
Ah, is this our end?
After a sigh, the monk heart patted his friend’s shoulder and tried to calm down his friend.
Next, he tried to keep his body on the ground straight, and said:
"I saw your origin of Your Highness."
"I also understand your identity."
"One of the many leaving."
"Or one of those who should have been decaying."
"We can’t ask for anything from you, nor dare to ask for anything, just ask you to abide by the ancient contract..."
As he said, a dagger appeared in the bitter monk's sleeve.
The dagger is not long, but it is not small.
The dagger blade is very wide, making it look like a kitchen knife.
The bitter monk aimed his dagger at his heart, and his voice became trembling.
"My soul will be your sacrifice."
"As you... enjoy!"
The weird dagger pierced straight.
But he did not pierce his chest.
With tears in his face, the prophet with his snot on his hands held the monk’s wrist and shook his head vigorously. The tears and his snot were scattered on the monk’s clean robe.
Kieran took a step back silently.
I have seen something very disgusting.
But it doesn’t mean I’m happy to contact.
After keeping a safe distance, Kieran looked at the prophet.
"Your return, your recovery, I saw it."
"I see what you are looking for."
"I hope to make a deal with you."
The prophet whispered.
Seeing what I am looking for?
In the eyes of Kieran, doubts flashed.
To be honest, he does not believe what the prophet sees before him, even if he sees it, he is scaring himself.
And...
It’s not terrified.
However, this does not hinder, Kieran tries the other side.
"Transaction?"
Remaining indifferent, Kieran asked slowly.
"Yes, deal!"
"I will give you a message, it will point directly to your opponent... that opponent is what you are looking for, right?"
The prophet nodded forcefully, and the remaining snot was thrown out, sticking to the monk's robe, and a crystal clear but extremely sticky silk thread was pulled out.
Kieran's gaze shifted unconsciously.
Then, I was surprised to find that the prophet in front of me seemed to know more than expected.
At least some secret things should be known.
And the so-called ‘opponent’?
Kieran does not think that the other party saw ‘Broker’.
Not to mention the layers of protection set up by'Broker' itself, it should not be found by an ordinary prophet. If it is so easy to find, the graves of'Broker' are three meters tall Those who want to get rid of the **** are really like crucian carp crossing the river.
The protection of ‘Giant City’ alone is enough to make the prophet in front of him helpless.
Not to mention, how can someone who just sees him "surface" see so much.
So, why do the prophets say something like "accurate"?
It’s simple.
This is a word.
If he is really as described in the other party’s discourse, it is natural that there can be no enemy, and among these enemies, he must have something he wants to remove.
Under such a premise, it is not obvious that he wants to find the other party.
Even, it can be said to be extremely accurate.
Although it is known to be fake, Kieran is happy to know the secret things the other party knows.
Seeing Kieran nodded, the prophet was overjoyed.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Your opponent is hidden here!"
The prophet is still narrating.
However, there was no sound, only to blame him for seeing his mouth in one piece, as if he had been thrown on the shore, but the prophet continued to speak as if he was unconscious.
The bitter monk apparently found something wrong.
As soon as he raised his hand, he covered the mouth of the prophet.
But it's late.
The sunlight outside the window became dim.
The shadow under the window becomes deep.
The dim sunlight is not as bright as it should be.
The deep shadow is a bit cold.
Click, click.
first floor Frost began to appear on the ground in the chapel. During the condensed sound, everything was distorted by the frozen sound. The tables and chairs were like towels that were wringed out. The initial grease converged into a pool, and a humanoid figure condensed in it, exuding the smell of grease.
The bitter monk and the prophet have been frozen, and they cannot see it at all.
Kieran is also frozen, but his vision accepts it all.
Looking at this world that seems to have lost color, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned.
Not weird!
At least not ordinary weird!
The Strength of Faith is extremely chaotic!
A **** like Old Book?
Still...
The guess of heart made Kieran stand there silently, waiting quietly for the other party to appear.
The humanoid figure condenses quickly.
It came to the ascetic monk.
"Stupid idiot!"
It evaluates like this.
"Damn coward!"
After looking at the prophet, he said another sentence, and then looked at Kieran.
"Arrogant fool!"
"You never know who you are meeting!"
"Who is it?"
"Of course..."
The humanoid figure that subconsciously wants to respond to suddenly finds something is wrong, it will retreat subconsciously, but it is slower. Once the frozen Kieran raises his hand, the Frost on the surface of the body will completely crack , The palm of the left hand pinched the opponent's neck and exerted a little force, and the opponent's neck condensed with wax appeared a crack.
However, the humanoid counterpart, without any panic, instead gave a sneer.
The opponent, who was supposed to be bound, turned his hands into a sword made of candles, and stabbed Kieran.
Then the other party was frightened to feel that amazing heat emerged from its neck.
Its body, with its arms, melts again, at a rate many times faster than that of condensation.
Then...
The "candle liquid" began to evaporate!
It is not terrible to melt, it can condense again.
But what about evaporation?
It is impossible to gain a body again.
At once, heart's space occupied its thinking.
"Room your life!"
"I will always hand over the "key"..."
The shout stopped abruptly. The turbulent Devil Flame overwhelmed the opponent. Kieran silently looked at the burning opponent. Even if a crystal ball appeared in the body of the opponent, floating in front of Kieran, Kieran did not care.
Until the other party is really dead.
Kieran looked at the crystal ball.
The crystal ball has fists size, and the figure with Kieran printed on it.
[Name:? ? ? 】
[Type: unusual item]
[Quality:? ? ? 】
【Attack Power:? ? ? 】
【Defense Power:? ? ? 】
【Property:? ? ? 】
【Special Effect:? ? ? 】
[Requirement:? ? ? 】
【Able to bring out of the dungeon:? ? ? 】
【Remarks:? ? ? 】
......
A series of question marks appeared in Kieran's eyes, his brow furrowed slightly.
Obviously, his Mystical Knowledge cannot be recognized, or requires special special knowledge recognition.
Under all unknowns, Kieran did not touch this crystal ball cautiously, letting the opponent float there, he looked at the monk and the prophet.
Black and white faded away.
The two people who were frozen to death were safe and sound.
The two saw Kieran again.
One body stiff and one sobbing in a low voice.
Then, the pale monk tried to sit up straight.
"I saw your origin of Your Highness."
"I also understand your identity."
......
Same as before.
Identical.
Nothing has changed.
Even, even the special dagger returned to the monk's sleeve. When the other party drew out the dagger, the prophet stopped again, and said the words just now.
The monster born from the candle started to condense again.
Kieran raised his hand is a Devil Flame.
The other party suddenly evaporated.
Another crystal ball floated in front of Kieran.
Then, a bitter monk with a body of stiff, a sobbing prophet appeared again.
Kieran frowned slightly and went no more.
After waiting for everything to go through the process, he raised his hand again to remember Devil Flame, and evaporated the monsters that had not yet appeared.
The number of crystal **** suddenly became three.
Like a satellite, three crystal **** surround Kieran.
......
Inexplicable void, watching closely the existence here, whispered a low evil intent laugh.
"Only three times!"
"This is the beginning!"
The other party said, and laughed again.
It has been a long time since the other party played this mini-game.
The sudden emergence of qualified people makes the other party unbearable and can’t wait to even pull the other party into this little game regardless of their disregard.
After all, it's been a long time since it has seen such delicious food.
But it still has restraint.
A complete set of ‘table etiquette’ will make the food more delicious, and it will also make it easier to eat.
So, it is waiting quietly.
Waiting for food to make mistakes.
The food that made the mistake will ferment.
However, gradually, it found that the food was a bit different.
Ten times!
Twenty times!
Thirty times!
The other party hasn’t changed any goals and has been staring at the right choice.
"Hum!"
"Be careful."
"But how long can this prudence last?"
"You will change your goal after all!"
"Just like the Sanctuary knight who once vowed not to innocent, how many times did that delicious dim sum hit the ascetic and the prophet?"
"One hundred and first?"
"Or one hundred and two?"
"Don't worry, I will wait slowly."
The time has passed by one minute and one second.
In the 200th time of Kieran, while continuing to attack the candle monster, Eater could not sit still.
The candle monster did not appear out of thin air.
Table etiquette is not used casually.
All this requires its power supply.
The candle monster dies once, and its power consumes one point.
The table etiquette lasts for one second, and its power will consume two extra points.
It must be changed!
It thought so.
Then, a little force outside the ‘dining table’ was used.
At once, the black and white world began to change.
Fine scales appeared on the bitter monk's body, his nails began to grow, his teeth became sharp, and in his breath, the bitter monk turned into a armored monster.
Click!
As soon as the monster looks back, it bites the prophet’s head in half~IndoMTL.com~ Then, he begins to devour the prophet.
Fresh flesh.
Bone broken.
Kieran watched all this, and when the candle monster appeared, raised his hand to Devil Flame, and turned the candle monster into steam again.
"Why not shoot!"
"The bitter monk is already a monster!"
"You should kill the monk first!"
The roar echoed in the void.
The one who was not reconciled came again.
This time it didn’t make the bitter monk chew slowly, and after biting the Prophet again, he went straight to Kieran. However, Kieran didn’t have any counterattack. dodge waited until the candle monster appeared, and one note evaporated.
Even if the prophet becomes a monster at the same time, there is no choice to change Kieran.
After three hundred times.
The existence in the void is silent.
It found that this qualified person seemed to be different from what it had encountered before.
The weaker body told him that the food was lost this time.
It sighed, released the hunt, and memorized the appearance of the food firmly.
It swears that it will never play games with each other again.
Next, it was ready to leave.
And just before it disappeared, it suddenly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
As long as you listen to the sound, you can feel that the other party is very hungry.
More importantly...
That's not it.
Without hesitation, it speeds up the speed of stealth, but a large invisible mouth bites its tentacles fiercely, dragging it desperately outward.
"Loose mouth!"
"Damn it!"
"You guys who don't have any table manners, please let me know!"
It shouted again and again, but not only did the big mouth not loosen, but it pulled harder and harder.
And...
chewing while pulling.