Devil's Journey

Chapter 3 Fight to the death

Julian stood up straight with a tense face, stepped on the little devil, hesitated for a while, and then pulled out the one-handed knife with both hands. Although there were many gaps on the blade, it was stained with blood, but it was still murderous.

A subtle magic power poured into the body, this is the gift of Moyuan, killing must be rewarded, and countless powerful demons grow up through killing again and again.

But Julian noticed something different again. For some reason, Julian vaguely felt that besides the gift of Moyuan's will, he also had a soul power that he had plundered.

Although this power of the soul is very weak, for the demons, the value of the soul is definitely not inferior to the magic power, and even more precious than the magic power. In addition to being directly devoured, the soul can be transformed into pure magic power. It can be used to make subordinate demons, or to make magic soldiers, magic weapons, etc. It has many uses, and it is more practical than magic power that can only be used as energy.

Even if it is not used for the time being, it is refined and stored as soul crystals, and it is still a hard currency in the magic abyss, which is easier to use than any coins with magic power.

The big and small demons around roared happily, no one cared about who won and who lost, oh, that's not right, those demons who lost the bet cursed angrily.

Julian exhaled lightly, raised the rust knife and turned around to leave, but was stopped by a claw demon. The bronze claw demon was not only one step higher than Julian, the black iron demon, but also had claws. The demon is still abnormal, no, it is a demon that has evolved once, and its strength is far above Julian.

Julian had to grit his teeth and bow his head to beg for mercy, but in exchange for a heavy kick, Julian fell over and rolled back to the open space among the demons. For a moment, Julian felt his heart and lungs burst, and the pain in his chest was transmitted to his brain, making him Julian had the illusion that he was about to die.

When consciousness returned, bursts of wild and noisy ridicule came from his ears. Julian understood that it was the naked and undisguised malice of the demons.

For the demons, being weak is the greatest sin in itself, bullying the weak is almost instinctive, and being kind and benevolent is even more ridiculous.

Julian knew that he was in danger now. If he was not careful, he would be killed. The corpse might be fed directly to other unscrupulous demons, or made into invisible 'pig food', and then eaten by other demons. While eating, the demon spit out some broken bone while cursing.

Struggling to get up, but still hunched over, carefully speaking flattery in the devil language to praise the other party's strength and might, while trying not to make the other party feel that he is about to die.

A dying imp has no survival value, and will end up being dragged away to be made into 'pig food'.

Fortunately, the devil's other nature, arrogance and arrogance were shown in the claw demon in front of him. The anger caused by the bet loss just now has subsided. A demon like him does it himself.

But just sparing Julian like this is not in line with the nature of the devil. Immediately, he saw the claw demon turned his head and grabbed a jackal-like beast and threw it into the field.

After chattering for a while, Julian understood that he needed to kill another beast monster to gain a chance of survival, but after fighting, could he really survive?

Julian didn't know what to do. According to his perception during this time, at that time, another demon would be thrown into the arena, until Julian died, and then there would be another demon in the surrounding group of demons mocking and laughing wildly. An unlucky onlooker was thrown into the arena, and the next round of death game was carried out.

At this moment, several demon bosses started the game again. The claw demon hesitated for a moment, but chose Julian to lose. Perhaps he thought that Julian was kicked by him after a fight, so he probably couldn't beat the other side. Beast's.

However, Julian couldn't care less about the bets of the demon bosses at this time. The beast monster that was thrown into the open space had already lifted its head from the belly of the little demon killed by Julian. .

Thick and smelly blood dripped from the beast monster's fangs, and the beast's pupils stared at Julian. The beast monster, whose intelligence was no lower than that of the imp, roared in a low voice, trying to intimidate Julian.

There was still pain in his chest, but Julian could only grit his teeth and bear it. The curses and noise around him were thrown out of his mind. magic.

The beast roared and came slowly. The beast eyes peeped at Julian's neck, but at the same time, he was very afraid of the one-handed knife in Julian's hand. The two sides gradually approached, but stopped at a slightly safer distance.

The only advantage of Julian, who is only about 1.3 meters tall, is the rusty knife in his hand, which is no more than [-] centimeters long. This is Julian's minion.

Maybe it's because Julian and the beast have been wandering for too long, the demons watching the battle clamored dissatisfiedly, and several demon leaders also urged in dissatisfaction, but it was a matter of life, neither Julian nor the beast rashly.

Suddenly, the beast monster leaped forward, and Julian, who was tense like a spring, shot suddenly, stabbing the rusty knife in his hand towards the area in front of the beast monster.

"Not good!" After Julian stabbed out, he realized something was wrong.

It was just a feint attack by the Beast Demon. The moment he was running forward, the Beast Demon stopped his body and slowed down for a while. Then, at the same time as Julian stabbed out, he suddenly rushed forward with his body pressed down.

Julian's heart was shaken, he forcibly stopped his figure, and wanted to take back the rusty knife, but the beast monster had already got into his arms, and the beast's claws fell on Julian's chest, and the pain began to spread again, but what was even more dangerous was the beast. Devil's fangs.

The fangs, which were sharper than the rusty knife in Julian's hand, bit at Julian's neck. If he was bitten, he could basically determine the date of Julian's death.

At the critical moment, Julian felt all the strength in his body burst out, the desire to survive had filled his brain, and he tried his best to lie back on his back. The throat was previously stuffed into the beast's mouth.

The pain of the left hand and forearm pierced by the fangs has been shielded by Julian's brain, and the desire to live has inspired Julian. The moment he was thrown down, Julian struggled to use the handle of the knife he was holding in his right hand. Smash the monster's head.

At this time, a one-handed knife is not as easy to use as a dagger. Julian, who was thrown to the ground, roared angrily, while using his legs to hold the beast monster tightly, preventing it from getting out. If the opponent made another pounce, Julian didn't think he could still block it.

Life and death are only a moment away. Julian desperately smashed the ear of the beast monster with the hilt of the knife. The left hand bitten by the beast monster has lost his intuition. Completely bitten off.

　In the early stage, the protagonist has not been blackened, or completely demonized, and he will not act like a real devil. In addition, the author has not thought carefully, the writing is limited, and some plot designs have not achieved the expected effect. Please forgive me.

　　
　
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