Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 1 Arrival

"What's wrong with me?"

  Zhuang Zhou only felt that all the strength in his whole body seemed to be drained, and even his thoughts became sluggish, and he felt an urge to sleep desperately.

  However, the subconscious deep in his soul told him that he must not sleep!

  Once I fall asleep, I am afraid it will be difficult to wake up again.

  He forcibly used his will to resist the instinct of his body, and slowly opened his eyes.

   Shua!

  In an instant, the light shines brightly, as if returning to the world from hell, and it is inexplicably touched for a while.

   Well, it’s really just a circle of candles around.

   And he is lying in the hexagram surrounded by candles.

   It seems that some kind of mysterious ceremony is being carried out, and his role is... a sacrifice? !

  There was great terror between life and death, and a force emerged from his almost dry body, supporting him to sit up.

   However, even after a while of dizziness, he hastily put his hands on the ground to avoid falling on his back.

   Regardless of buffering, look forward immediately.

   Someone!

   When I got up, I saw someone standing in front of me, and it was too late to pretend to be dead.

  After waking up, the whole person was in a daze, and his thinking was terribly dull. Under the darkness and the fear of death, he didn't think of anything else at all.

  However, being frightened by this, the person is already awake, and his brain is quickly activated, thinking about how to survive.

Huh?

   Hiss—

   After concentrating on it, I realized that the person standing outside the ritual was not a human being, but a somewhat familiar short creature!

Dark red skin, a goat-like face, long ears, two horns, a nose ring on the huge nose, and a mouthful of fangs when he opened his mouth. He is thin and short, only about the waist height of an adult man, holding a handful The iron piece, which looks like a dagger or a short knife, is stained with rust, and it is dripping bright red blood.

  Seeing this, his eyelids twitched violently.

  If the blood on the blade was his own, then even if the other party was lucky enough to let him go, if he couldn't seek medical treatment in time, he might die.

   It can be known without identification, and many affixes such as "tetanus" and "unknown virus" must be attached to this blade!

   Feeling my body, although weak, but there is no pain and numbness of injury.

  If it's not your own...is there a third person in the house?

  My eyes moved, and I finally found that there was a person lying outside the ceremony, at the feet of the little creature in front of me.

   Or a corpse.

  The moment he saw the corpse, he seemed to have touched a certain valve, and a huge memory suddenly surged up.

   I have a splitting headache.

   "Crack!"

   "Crack!"

   Sure enough, human potential is infinite.

  Based on his current situation, in normal times, let alone this kind of shock, even if he was hit by someone even slightly, he would immediately faint.

  However, at this moment, he persisted with his will!

  His eyes were bloodshot, his forehead, neck, arms and other parts exposed thick blue veins, his teeth were gritted, and his face was horrifying. He looked as if he might faint at any time, but he just couldn't fall down!

  With such a creature in front of him, how dare he faint?

   Sure enough, human potential is infinite.

  The short creature on the opposite side seemed to be frightened by his ferocious expression, and suddenly took a step back, with his feet back and forth, as if he was about to run away at any moment.

   His eyes rolled around, revealing a treachery.

  The two sides fell into such a stalemate.

  Only Zhuang Zhou's heavy breathing could be clearly heard in the room.

   After a while.

  The memory transfer was finally over, and Zhuang Zhou's face showed an indescribable exhaustion, but his mood relaxed.

   "I said it a long time ago, I shouldn't give myself this name..." The corners of his mouth moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

   This is no longer his original world!

   What just came out was the memory of the original owner of this body.

  The combination of memories on both sides made him understand his current state.

  Yate Tavel is the name of his body, and it will also be the name that will accompany him throughout his life.

   I don't know if I was born with a predestined relationship with "big shots".

In his previous life, he was named Zhuang Zhou by his father, but he died before he was 30 years old; his original name was Art Tavel, but he was killed by a "best friend" just after graduating from college. "Umr" people.

   After laughing at himself, he looked up at the little creature in front of him.

  Sinking Demon!

  The little monster in an old game in the previous life, no wonder he finds it familiar, he was playing a new MOD version of this game before time travel.

   This guy was summoned by him or "him".

   It is not clear whether it is Zhuang Zhou or Art Tavel. Things are a bit complicated, but now that he is alone, there is no difference.

Being stared at by him, the fallen demon who was wandering outside the ceremony paused, took a small step back without a trace, bent his body slightly, and moved his eyes restlessly, but every few breaths would be on him. Passing by, it seems to be observing his state.

Zhuang... No, it should be Art Tavel's heart suddenly bursting, his body that had just been relaxed tightened up again, the corners of his mouth tanned, his brows tightened, and the corners of his eyes slightly lifted, making a strong and slightly dissatisfied posture, with a blank face. Staring at each other with expressions.

  Introduction to the Fallen in the game data, he is violent, irritable, and warlike, but extremely timid and suspicious.

  Although the fallen demon is short and thin, he can survive in the dark world, even if he is at the bottom, how can he not have a little strength?

  There are strong muscles hidden under the dark red skin, and the fingers are like the claws of a raptor, sharp and rough, covered with a thin layer of scales.

  He suspected that this guy's claws might be sharper than the blade in his hand!

  Looking at his own state again, there is no other way but bluffing.

  Although the fallen demon in front of him was summoned by him, it doesn't mean he can control it!

  His profession is a demon warlock, not a summoner, and the fallen devil is a demon servant he summons.

   It's just that his job was just inaugurated before he died, and his strength and knowledge accumulation are very weak, so he doesn't have strong control over the demon servants.

  The relationship between the two parties at the moment is similar to that of an employer and a mercenary, relying more on credit.

  But the credit of the Fallen Demon...it says yes, can you believe it?

   This is a race that can abandon comrades and clansmen to escape without hesitation in battle!

  The reason why he didn't hurt him for a long time is that he still has a little deterrent power as an "employer", and the other is the effect of rituals.

  The fallen demon has been wandering outside the ritual, just trying to destroy the ritual.

   In front of this kind of creature, there can be no slightest weakness.

   Facing his strength, the Sinking Demon took a small step back again, and his body bent slightly lower.

  Looks like surrender.

  However, Art Tavel was not deceived by it, while maintaining a tough stance, he quickly recalled the memory in his mind.

  Just obtained the memory of the original body, it will take at least a few days, or even ten days, to sort it out.

  At this moment, you can only access the memories related to the death of the "Demon Warlock" and the original body.

  The guy had already arranged the house before the action, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the thick curtains were drawn. It was dark and silent, only the surroundings of the ceremony were bright.

  Zhuang Zhou sat in the ceremony, motionless.

  Sinking Demon was overwhelmed by his aura, and didn't dare to make any further moves for a while.

  However, with the passage of time, the Sinking Demon gradually became impatient, and the eyes he looked at Zhuang Zhou became more fierce and manic.

  (end of this chapter)