old dream

Chapter 383 The new king of the fire tower
The lieutenant walked into the alley, looked around and took off his mask.Larry was startled slightly when he saw his face under the mask.

It wasn't the badly burned face that was rumored to be, or even the face that belonged to the Ankhs.The owner of this face is a Cynthili with short hair three or four centimeters long, and he looks like he is only about eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Isn't this still a child?"

Looking at Ricardo, Larry almost thought he was following the wrong person, but tonight he had seen with his own eyes that this "lieutenant" was giving orders to the core members of the organization, so Larry believed that he would never be wrong.

Why does the lieutenant never take off his mask?Because everything about him is a lie.Maybe someone in the bootlegging organization had already noticed this secret, but for the common good, they chose to keep silent.

This is really a huge gain. Once the news leaks, the Stade organization may collapse from the inside, and he has a disability. The secret has corrupted a lot of money from them.

How much is more appropriate to speak?One hundred thousand? 50?Or a million Ori?

There is a lingering aroma of wine in the air, and a large number of compressed wine bricks are shipped here from all over the world, simply fermented and sold to bootleggers for bottling.Every Cinthilian who brews has made a fortune more or less, so the community has also started to have a little nightlife, a lot more lively than before.Ricardo passed between acquaintances, his pace getting more and more brisk. He was very happy, Larry looked at him, and his mood became happy, and even hummed a vulgar and resentful in his throat. , a song without a tune.

". The face fell to the ground, the bald dog grabbed his hand, and the hot water and sand poured down."

He hummed in a low voice, his throat mixed with phlegm and sounded choppy, watching Ricardo walk into his door and disappear from view.

Larry struggled to raise his neck, which was tilted to one side, and turned his ears so he could hear Ricardo and his family.

What did the lieutenant shout when he entered the door? "Mother"?Or "grandma"?What a lovely child.Larry sneered, wondering if he would call these two people all the time when he was dying and mourning for a while?He moved his crutches and tried hard to stand up. He had endured for too long, so he felt a long-awaited excitement, like an old man with a dead tree in spring.Larry stared at the Ricardo family's house with a crooked face. One by one, he counted the lit windows. There were many people living there, enough to have a good time tonight.

But the next moment, his excitement froze in a cold night wind.

No more common sense, Larry thought.

The person who can unite the underground world of Stade with blood and fire within half a year is definitely not the child who calls his mother first when he goes home.

substitute?

Has it always been this way, or is it a temporary replacement?
Not right, very wrong.

Like a voyeur who was caught out, Larry was horrified, and most of the security he had brought from hiding all the way disappeared. He turned his head suddenly and looked suspiciously at the large black roof behind him, the silent night sky.Nothing was different, he used all his senses to try to find something in the darkness that made his heart palpitate, but in the end, he found nothing.

Are you worrying too much?

But just when Larry thought so, the death-like voice really rang in his ears:
"What are you looking for?"

A man asked him softly.

Larry mechanically twisted his deformed cervical spine, and then he saw a man standing beside him at some point.

Again a Cinthilian, but with a softer outline of the face.It is not the kind of face that you are used to seeing, but it can give people an exotic and mysterious beauty.

And those eyes, obviously with a bit of a smile, and Larry's back began to shiver.

"I followed you all the way. Seeing that you have been in a good mood, I don't have the embarrassment to disturb you." Colin said with a little sigh:

"Little one, you are so disgusting."

Larry's whole body is covered, but his body subconsciously calls out several demons, not relying on contracts like others, but relying on the control of demons by the meager blood of demons. The blood has the highest priority over the demons.But those were just a few demons from Chi Erxing to Feiyue, so they were completely ignored by Ke Lin.

"But you inspired me." Colin said to himself:
"Stadder is not as good as it used to be now, but my thoughts are still stuck in last year." Colin said, shaking his head for his dullness.

After seeing the few wicked demons tracking some ordinary people without hindrance in Stade tonight, Colin really understood a fact.

Stade's gate to hell has been opened.

Therefore, the boundary between the secular world and the 32nd area of ​​Urju has become extremely blurred.

Perhaps because of this, the demon scholars gathered in this city thought that they had taken a huge advantage and began to act recklessly.

However, think about it again, who is the person who holds the most demons in his hands now?
The four demons summoned by Larry did not immediately pounce on Colin, but crawled uncomfortably on the ground, so bursts of emerald green flames began to burn their bodies punishingly, but these demons would rather ignore them. Larry's order, bearing the penalty of violating the first covenant, did not dare to make a slight mistake here.

Larry's brain seemed to be rusted, and it was only then that it began to turn with difficulty.

So, how was his whereabouts discovered?

Although he was a little insane, he had been paying attention to the spiritual body in the ether, and only after confirming safety would he let the evil demon pass through.

Larry's rank is not high, but he is very good at hiding himself. For those inferior demons, he is sure not to be discovered by wizards below Qingxing II.Most of the followers of the demon sect have expertise in this area, otherwise it would be impossible to survive the raids of the alliance time and time again.

This side of the world is impossible, so there is only the other side of the rift.But it sounds even crazier, how many heads and eyes are needed to monitor so many fissures in the hell of Urju?
A possibility suddenly flashed through Larry's mind, but he couldn't believe it no matter what. He raised his head stiffly and looked at the sky that he had examined once. The night had covered too many things, but now it was as if he was being swept away. People deliberately opened it up, so Larry saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

Only in the wizard's perception can we see that there are already several cracks running through the city above Stade, like several huge ugly scars.Between the scars, there are many small wounds.

In those wounds, Larry saw countless pairs of eyes, and each pair of eyes belonged to a certain demon.They are densely crowded together, and each pair is full of hunger and greed, but instead of rushing to the world out of control, they stay in the virtual world, crowding each other, filling them with huge or tiny alien bodies. Full of cracks.

And those countless pairs of eyes were looking at him mockingly.

(End of this chapter)