is the son of the Holy See, but the master of black magic

Chapter 145

The hustle and bustle of people gradually faded away.

A group of "off-duty" demon apostles relax under the temptation of entertainment.

They didn't even realize that some of them had fallen behind.

The light was dim, and in the tunnel illuminated by torches on the rock walls on both sides, Guy, who was "stunned", his legs went limp and he was about to collapse on the ground.

But then, his rolled eyes suddenly turned back to normal, and with his arms propped against the wall next to him, he stood up from his semi-paralyzed state.

"The power of the devil..."

Raising his palm and looking at it in front of his eyes, "Guy" couldn't help frowning.

But within a few seconds, he seemed to have adapted, put down his arms, and walked towards the workshop, as if he had left something behind.

However, it looks the same as before.

But if someone familiar with him observes carefully, he will find that Guy at this time is completely different.

He is a young man under the age of 30, handsome in appearance, tall and strong, his strong hormones make him a little bit out of character, and his eyes are usually more lively.

But now, that agile energy has turned into a calm, as if in an instant, his mentality has matured for decades.

However, this maturity also did not last long.

In about three to four seconds, all the abnormal features on his surface disappeared. Even if his biological parents saw it, they probably wouldn't be able to recognize the difference between Guy and usual.

"Robin, Andy..."

As he walked towards the workshop, he was thinking about someone.

His own doubts have been erased, but "Guy" is not stingy with using some special means to achieve his goals.

It was not working hours, and the rock tunnel was deserted, so the sound of his footsteps became very loud.

But the strange thing is that this kind of movement usually scares some raging rats in the tunnel, but now he walked by, the rats completely ignored it.

As if he didn't notice him.

In other words, he has already regarded him as a part of the surrounding environment!

A mouse even unknowingly climbed up Guy's left leg, onto his shoulder, was picked up by Guy and put aside, without being frightened at all, it crawled towards other people by itself. The place.

But Guy seems to have learned some information in the process.

So he paused on his way to the workshop, and then changed direction at the corner next to him.

Time passed slowly.

The cave of the Greedy Demon King was not built temporarily, but it was obviously not a permanent place either, and even the surfaces of the tunnels were not clean.

Rats, rats, centipedes, beetles, moss, fungi, etc., the environment is very messy.

There is also a cold and damp atmosphere in the air, and it is very dull because of the lack of ventilation.

Guy's footsteps paused for a moment from time to time, changing directions constantly, and even walking further and further away, without torches for lighting, the light became dimmer, and finally it was pitch black.

He turned a blind eye to this, and his speed was not affected in the slightest.

It wasn't until he reached another corner of the tunnel and saw a fly lying on the rock wall through the darkness that his footsteps stopped.

The flies are just ordinary black-headed flies, quietly landing in the crevices of the rock wall, appearing to be very ordinary, without any special aura on their bodies.

But Guy's gaze paused on the little thing for more than ten seconds, as if he saw something special in it.

"My method of concealing everything."

He then made a judgment, but after a closer look, he overturned this conclusion.

"Not only the concealment method, but also the shadow of the Nordic elves' breath-holding technique..."

Muttering, he seemed a little surprised, so he turned his eyes away and continued to move forward.

When passing by, the ordinary-looking fly did not respond to his presence at all.

It's as if I didn't see it.

So in the end, Guy successfully came to a dark underground world where ordinary people couldn't tell the way forward with the naked eye.

The edge of the tunnel is a cliff-like protrusion, and looking forward, it seems to see a dark void.

Below the void, it was as dark as an abyss. It was a large canyon, and there was a faint sound of water flowing in the depths of the canyon.

And Robin, the friend who makes Guy "heart and heart", is standing on the edge of the cliff at the moment, playing the flute.

Guy's footsteps were loud, but Robin was as unresponsive as the fly, obviously not aware of the slightest movement.

But when he heard the sound of his flute clearly, Guy was walking towards his footsteps, but suddenly stopped.

The sound of the flute is clear, matching with the sound of the water flow below the canyon, it is ethereal and natural, and it seems to be harmonious as if it is one.

Accompanied by the reverberation of the mountains and rocks emerging from the depths of the open environment, a wonderful rhythm spread to every corner of the surrounding area.

Therefore, Guy stood where he was and didn't bother him.

He could tell what the other party was doing—summoning devil bugs.

The Devil Bug, from its name, seems to be very evil.

But this kind of bug is actually harmless in nature, and it can even be said to be extremely docile.

They live in all kinds of dark corners, and they don't interact with humans at all under normal circumstances.

The reason it is called the devil bug is because the secretion of this bug can break through the barrier of space and connect a certain area of ​​the human world with hell.

In ancient times, this characteristic was often used by hell beings who wanted to enter the human world but could not, indirectly causing countless disasters.

That's why I'm hooked up with the devil.

But what Guy cares about is not the act of summoning the devil bug, but the means by which "Friend Robin" summons.

Using music itself to attract life in nature, rather than using supernatural power to forcibly interfere, this method is not the mainstream of the current world.

On the contrary, it was very popular in ancient times.

In this world, people who know this skill can be counted on one hand.

In a sense, it is an "endangered species", which is not seen at ordinary times.

So he listened quietly, with a nostalgic look on his face.

Unfortunately, in less than half an hour, "Friend Robin" who was standing on the edge of the cliff ended the performance, and then turned and walked towards him.

Guy frowned unconsciously, a little dissatisfied with the shortness of the music.

However, he did not interfere with this, but let the other party pass by him unaware, and finally turned into the tunnel and disappeared from his sight.

Guy then turned his gaze to the edge of the cliff where Robin was originally standing.

Stepping to the edge, he lowered his head and looked down.

His keen eyesight allowed him to see through the darkness and clearly see a group of gnarled black bugs slowly dispersing beside the stream at the bottom of the underground canyon.

They were obviously the audience of the music just now, and now that the music is over, it's time to end.

However, the bugs left quickly, and the secretions they left behind while listening to music turned a rock by the stream into darkness.

"Induced labor?"

Guy thought to himself, "Using music to stimulate emotions in bugs?"

The secreted substances of devil bugs are not many, and under normal circumstances, it would take at least a year to break through a small area connected to hell.

But at this moment, looking at the color on the rock, he could tell that in another three or four days, an entrance to hell would appear on the surface of the rock.

However, the scale and "quality" of this entrance does not seem to be large. Even if it is opened, at most it can only allow some miscellaneous soldiers to pass through.

What is the use of this?

In particular, this place also belongs to the lair of the greedy demon king...

He observed for more than ten minutes, but did not see other arrangements.

So with a suspicious mind, Guy returned the same way, and finally came to the underground accommodation area of ​​the apostles.

"Boom boom boom——"

Knocking on a wooden door in a room in the area, the sound was very clear.

"Who?" There was a dull response from inside, which was the unique and difficult accent of my friend Robin in memory.

"it's me."

Guy's tone was dissatisfied, and his attitude was indistinguishable from the past.

As if he was real.

"We agreed to relax together, why did you slip away in a blink of an eye?"

(End of this chapter)