I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 502 Branch Title, Prompt Delay (5k)

Seeing that this body was about to be scrapped after being pierced by the horn of the ghost horse and infected by the highly penetrating breath of death, Wen Yan was speechless as he looked at the prompt.

He could feel before that the road was starting to become unstable and might soon be unable to hold. He could only urge the ghost horse and give it enough support to make its speed soar to the extreme so that he could rush out before the road disappeared.

How could he have imagined that there was an ugly angel blocking the intersection in front of the summoning formation.

As for letting the tiger go back to the mountains, that is impossible. It would mean endless trouble and would also implicate the person who summoned him.

Just as Wen Yan was about to take action, Sam, who was standing next to him and saw this scene, moved with shock and confusion in his eyes before he thought.

He quickly took out a black pottery jar from the shelf at the back, reached in and grabbed a handful of it. His hands were covered with grease. He then reached to his waist, took out a dagger, cut his palm, and quickly drew a symbol behind the ugly angel.

At the same time, Sam also saw Wen Yan stretch out a hand, holding a ball of bright red flame in one hand, like burning blood.

He knew there must be something seriously wrong here, and it was highly likely that he had been tricked by the devil's broker.

But at the same time, he was also puzzled. Why, although the name, power, and bloodline were all correct, the one summoned was an extremely oppressive knight? According to Nightwing Dragon, this was the legendary Death Knight?

There are so many things wrong with this.

However, no matter what, he could not allow the angel in the body of the Nightwing Dragon to return.

Those guys were originally targeting the Winchesters, trying every way to find fault with the Winchester family. Any slight problem would be treated as a heinous crime.

Because according to the Winchester family's position, except for a few peace-loving elves and other alien races, other demons, devils, aliens, nightwing dragons, angels, etc., are all preset as enemies.

Coming from a family of recorders, they know best that the enemy of their enemy may not be their friend, and that things that stand on the opposite side of the devil and the demon are not good things for humans either.

Even if this Death Knight has big problems, he must first deal with the Nightwing Dragon in front of him.

The body of the Nightwing Dragon was covered with cracks, and its body turned into gray stone. When the blue and white light within it was about to rush out, it was blocked by the runes behind it, trapping it in the stone body.

Wen Yan watched this scene but didn't rush to take action. He now felt that something was wrong.

But no matter what, people helped him by giving him the coordinates and the road. Whether the road is easy to walk on is another matter, but being able to walk on it is the most difficult thing.

The gray stone statue covered with cracks in front of me was hanging on the horn of the ghost horse. Blue and white light was flowing in the cracks, struggling to rush out, but was bound inside by an invisible force.

Wen Yan stretched out a hand, and the flame in his palm flowed like water, flowing through the cracks into the interior of the stone statue.

The bright red flames infected and burned, rapidly corroding all the cracks, burning from the outside to the inside continuously.

All the blue and white light inside gradually disappeared, and one could only feel the burning inside becoming more and more intense.

Wen Yan felt it very clearly. With the abilities he already had at the moment, the temporary abilities he generated were indeed targeted. But if the old man next to him had not acted extremely quickly, he might not have been able to completely control the blue and white light in the stone statue in front of him.

Maybe the so-called angel in the body of the stone statue will run away and pass on the information.

The old man had a look of shock and confusion on his face, but his actions were swift, ruthless and accurate, leaving a deep impression on Wen Yan.

The kind of person you should never mess with is this kind of unpredictable guy. Wen Yan had seen this before. A guy who looked easy to bully was severely bullied by other students. In the end, he cried loudly while carrying a brick and sent four people to the hospital by himself.

After waiting for a full three minutes, the flames in the gray stone statue in front of him became increasingly brighter, flowing back and sinking into Wen Yan's palm. The stone statue also collapsed and turned into powder.

Wen Yan carefully sensed the flame in his palm and could feel that it was indeed the result of the combined changes of his own powers. The temporary ability was actually more like a trigger.

The door with the skeleton dog relief brings with it a property that transforms his power, converting his fiery power into a power similar to the fire of the soul that can be bestowed upon the undead.

Add to that the power of the heart fire, stimulated in the manner of a violent sun, and eventually a new power will be stimulated.

This ability was named Red Lotus, and it could apparently burn creatures like angels, and even turn them into firewood to keep the Red Lotus burning and existing.

It’s a pity that it is still a little too weak now and the power is obviously insufficient.

This time it was professionals who were very familiar with this ugly angel and reacted immediately, so that he could be under complete control. Otherwise, he would have been burned slowly. They are not stupid.

When Wen Yan put away the bright flame in his palm, a hint appeared before his eyes.

“In a foreign land, I fought and killed a Nightwing Dragon from the Inquisition, who was possessed by an Angel of Justice.

Affected by the seal of review of rare objects, the hatred value of the relevant identity Han envoy continues to grow, and is currently a high hatred value identity.

Correspondingly, there will be a low hatred value identity at present. "

“Using the fire of the red lotus, I refined the trapped angel’s light.

Gained the title of Angel's Natural Enemy Branch, and the title of Nightwing Dragon's Natural Enemy. "

"Nightwing Dragon's natural enemy."

“Fixed special effect: light lock.

My light is still greater than yours.

When the Nightwing Dragon dies and the angel in its body begins to return, its path of return can be blocked."

Wen Yan was quite speechless as a new branch title popped up this time.

Last time, a youth version was released, which is at least equivalent to the original core parts.

It may be that he didn't have to put in much effort this time and completed it very easily. It's not even an original core component. It looks more like a copycat product from a small factory with some of the original functions.

Forget it, at least I have it and it’s simple, so why would I need a bicycle?

Now he has more important things to deal with, because he found that the young man who summoned him out looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, and his body movements seemed as if he wanted to run away, but also as if he wanted to suddenly give him a hard blow.

Wen Yan was wearing a mask and could see more clearly. The young man's soul light was flickering, and he was in an even more nervous and stressed state than before.

Wen Yan pondered for a moment and said.

"Thank you. May I ask, what is your name? And where is the devil's broker?"

"..."

When Sam heard Wen Yan's words, he felt goose bumps all over his body. This pretentious accent, coupled with the words used by old European aristocrats, suddenly brought back some not-so-pleasant memories.

He had studied for a long time under the guidance of an aristocratic scholar who had a similar accent and intonation.

From the first day of his studies, the old gentleman made him learn the accent and the vocabulary. He did not allow him to speak with the Robin accent. He was very strict and used the same method when teaching him other things.

At that time, he really felt that his country accent was not presentable, and he also thought it was really necessary.

Because many spells do require precise accents and wording.

But later he found that most of what he learned was in Latin. He once doubted whether it was his problem, so he studied very seriously.

It was not until he finished his studies and was about to leave that the old gentleman told him that it would be better to forget that damn accent.

Because of this accent, Robin is extremely hateful and easily causes vigilance in The Exorcist.

Likewise, aside from a few spells, the accent and word choice are completely inconsequential.

Sam was devastated at the time. That extremely complicated feeling is still indescribable and unforgettable.

Then, the old man told him that remembering his feelings at that moment would surely benefit him for the rest of his life and would increase his chances of survival by at least 20 percentage points.

At this moment, Wen Yan's damn accent brought back memories and gave him goosebumps. His vigilance was slightly lowered and he was wondering what was going on.

Obviously his ritual was correct, he even added his bloodline, if the other party was really of the Winchester family, then this would increase the chances of a successful summoning.

But if not, then this summoning would not be successful.

No wonder that damn devil said he wanted to use the summoning of the dead. Theoretically, to summon something out of the sea of ​​dead, a ritual similar to the summoning of the dead is indeed required.

But it was not right that a low-level Undead Summoning could summon a legendary Death Knight.

Nothing is right!

"I'm Sam Winchester, what's your name?" Sam asked warily.

This was not the first time Wen Yan had heard of this surname.

That devilish broker is truly omnipotent and his methods are quite wild.

It was actually possible to get a Winchester to help and perform a ritual of summoning the undead.

"My name is Yan Wen."

"Winchester?"

"No, my last name is Win, not Winchester."

Sam seemed still very alert, and this was not the place to talk, plus Wen Yan was with Lucy.

He thought about it, reached out and pressed on the mask, and the mask was taken off.

At that moment, the oppressive deathly aura and extremely deep murderous aura on Wen Yan's body dissipated, and his entire temperament changed drastically in an instant.

The identity of the Han envoy/Death Knight also transformed itself and became his original identity.

When Sam felt the change in Wen Yan's temperament and saw Wen Yan's face that was obviously a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

So that's it. It must be the problem with the mask, right? Perhaps only in this way can he be summoned out of the Sea of ​​Dead Souls.

He said that if something went wrong with the ritual, the summoning would not be successful. Even if the other party felt the summons and dared to respond rashly, the only outcome would be disappearance forever.

This person is a member of their Winchester family, even though he has an oriental face.

It turned out to be the same gossip that he had forced the Devil's Broker to reveal.

As for why the other party insisted on saying that his surname was Wen instead of Winchester, that is also normal. Some members of the Winchester family have had this surname since childhood, and it was not changed later.

In addition to some internal ideological differences, they were also indoctrinated with the idea of ​​not admitting that they were Winchesters in order to guard against certain special curses and the like.

As for why Wen Yan has an oriental face, this is what Sam cares least about.

Because in the Winchester family, all black people have...

Decades ago, if an elder had married an Oriental and had children, given the nature of the Winchester people, who could have stopped it?

These are all small matters. After all, in that book of shame, there really is a tough man in the family who dares to take in a succubus.

"Oh, I see. Let's talk somewhere else. It's very unsafe here."

Sam replied, naturally changing the subject, as if he believed Wen Yan's words.

He took out a paper map and marked a location for Wen Yan on the map.

"We will meet at this place. It is my safe house. We cannot stay here any longer. You go there first and walk through the forest. It will be much safer. I will make some preparations and then go there. You don't have to worry about my safety."

"Is there anything to eat?"

"Ah? Oh! Yes, there is!"

Sam suddenly realized that there was really nothing to eat in a haunted place like the Sea of ​​the Dead. He heard that this tough guy had been fighting in there for several days, so he must be starving, right?
Wen Yan took the two sandwiches given by Sam, rode his warhorse, left the cabin and went into the forest.

He entered the forest and turned his phone back on. In less than ten seconds, a message popped up on his phone.

"Sir, is the environment you are in safe? Do you want to be taken home immediately?
If you do not respond within five seconds after reading this message, the emergency support system will be activated.

You can respond via voice, text, etc.

Taking into account the delay, the relevant emergency plan will be activated four seconds after you read this message. "

"I'm fine. I just got back. I just fell abroad. I think it's in Robin."

"You are currently in Robin, near the northern border of Florida. Based on the changes in your location, it is predicted that you will enter Florida in three minutes."

"..."

Wen Yan pulled the reins instantly, and the ghost horse immediately slowed down and stopped in the forest.

Until now, Wen Yan didn't dare let the gray cloth let go of Lucy. It still wrapped Lucy. Lucy didn't make any noise and stayed there quietly.

It was because Wen Yan was worried that Lucy had some kind of positioning method that he couldn't see, so wrapping her in gray cloth was the simplest and most effective way.

You definitely can't go to Florida.

Wen Yan took a picture of the map with her mobile phone and sent it to Black Box.

“Sir, your location has limited communications, making it difficult to give you the best support.

The location you marked is about 80 kilometers away from you. According to your current location, you should head west and south at an angle of 10 degrees. Your final destination is a large wilderness jungle at the border between the two states.

According to our data, there have been 39 records of werewolves appearing there in the past thirty years, so there is a high probability that this is the lair of a werewolf pack.

If the gentleman is worried that he will be tracked or there will be consequences if he opens the door directly.

Then, sail eastwards, and our fleet will be able to pick you up.

Your Dahlia is currently about 600 nautical miles away from you.

The headquarter has ordered that from this moment on, you will enjoy the status of a Chinese diplomat.

Do you need the headquarters to immediately negotiate with Robin's relevant departments regarding the audacious criminals who kidnapped you and took you to Robin?"

"..."

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched wildly as she looked at the text sent from the black box.

“That’s not necessary!
I'm not a street urchin.

I need to confirm if a person has any tracking equipment on them.

Including but not limited to things related to the mysterious side and the technological side.

I need to make sure no one can track me down.”

"Okay, as you wish, we will make preparations immediately to ensure that everything goes well."

"By the way, I'd like to know some information about Sam Winchester and the Winchester family."

Wen Yan looked at the data that the black box sent one after another. It should be using the satellite network, which is far inferior to the dedicated line in Shenzhou. Most of the data is text and a few pictures.

It would be easy enough to take a brief look at the Winchester family.

Wen Yan probably understood that there must be some misunderstanding.

Maybe the Devil’s Broker had tricked Sam, but he continued to look at other information.

The information showed that the location marked by Sam was within the range where werewolves appeared.

He built the safe house in this place, there is no way he didn't know about it.

Then there is only one possibility, this guy seems to have a good relationship with the werewolves there?

Wen Yan was a little confused. The information was indeed too general and could not be applied to individual cases.

Sam's ways are a bit wild. Not only does he have a werewolf friend, but he also seems to have a good relationship with the Devil's Broker?

There is not much information about Sam in the Fiery Sun Tribe, and most of it comes from mysterious forums.

He was a rising star of the Winchester family. He did not use the last name Winchester, but simply used Winchester. Therefore, as a recorder, he was eventually forced to adapt to combat.

After ten years of debut, he has achieved remarkable results. Some black wizards and dark creatures have offered a very high reward, but no one dares to accept it, or no one is willing to accept it.

There is no photo, but it is very likely that no one would impersonate this person.

On the one hand, it is very dangerous, and on the other hand, this is the typical type of thing that will be exposed as soon as you take action.

"Wait a little longer, and when we get to a safer place, we can rest and have something to eat."

He had to figure out some things first. Besides, he couldn't just run away after getting out of trouble and leave others to face danger and finish the job.

After going deep into the dense forest for a while, Wen Yan followed the navigation and was about to arrive when he frowned slightly. He sensed some obvious malice.

He took out the mask, put it on his face, and instantly transformed into the Death Knight.

Looking up, in this black and white world, there suddenly appeared some traces of souls.

Ignoring those very weak souls, deep in the dense forest, not far from him, around a small wooden house, two stronger souls were hiding there.

Before Wen Yan could do anything, he felt an extremely powerful aura in the cabin, which seemed to be activated by him.

In just a blink of an eye, Wen Yan saw a streak of light that pierced through the wooden house directly, and then went through all the trees along the way and headed straight towards him.

All the hairs on Wen Yan's body stood up. For the first time, he felt what it was like to be completely suppressed by danger. There was no way to avoid it, and there was no other way but to endure it.

He could even clearly feel that the thing was going to kill him at this moment.

He took off the mask decisively. The moment the mask left his face, he felt a slight shock in his chest, as if he had been shot.

Looking down, he saw a piece of rusty iron stuck in the armor on his chest.

The part that had not been worn away or decayed in the Sea of ​​the Dead was breached by such a small piece of iron.

Wen Yan took off his mask, and the power generated by the broken iron pieces immediately dissipated rapidly.

At this time, the red exclamation mark prompt appears.

"Danger! Danger! Danger! Your current identity is extremely dangerous! Please change your identity immediately!"

Wen Yan checked carefully, and found that the danger warning was delayed?!

"What the hell is this?"

Wen Yan looked at the broken iron pieces stuck in the armor, then looked at the mask in his hand, and put it away silently. He didn't plan to wear it again if it was not necessary.

He used to think that hatred value was just a figurative way of expressing things.

Who would have thought that the hatred value of this ghost thing was too high, and I was almost killed inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)