Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 365 The Voice of Death
Looking at the old goat who was still shivering, Ren's mouth twitched: "Put it away, this dead dog is completely cold."

Brewster, the marquis of the werewolf, died very aggrieved, and he didn't have time to show his true strength, but no one could be blamed for it, it was him who was too careless.

If he hadn't been full of coquettish words when he came up, but had fired up and fought directly, at least he wouldn't have rushed to the street so soon.

"Hey, I like this kind of mentally retarded devil boy, and it's too easy to make money." After tossing the wolf's head a few times, the old goat put Brewster's head away, with a very proud tone.

Holding the wind chime, Mrs. Ellie trotted over. She stared at the blood-splashed Ren in surprise, and then glanced at the old goat.

"You seem to have won easily." Mrs. Ellie said with a slightly shocked expression, and her heart was quite uneasy.

She doesn't lack basic knowledge. Usually, two master-level powerhouses at the beginning of the fourth level join forces, let alone kill a demon-born marquis in the fourth level so quickly, they may not be able to win.

The combination of witcher and warlock is not as classic as the combination of gunner and iron warrior, shadow warrior and knight, druid and beast tamer.

Ren also looked at the old goat with admiration, chuckled, and said to him, "You are better than I thought."

He knew that the other party was too eager to try to use the middle matching plan to advance to the fourth rank, but failed. He wasted more than 20 years, otherwise he would have been promoted to the fourth rank at the age of 30.

Don't underestimate the promotion to the fourth level at the age of 30. This is already very good. The old goat is just from an ordinary wealthy businessman's family, and he is not born to be awakened.

"Boy, do you know how powerful this master is now? I'm not bragging. Once an elder from the natural school taught me for a while, saying that I was expected to become a heavenly map saint..." The old goat raised his eyebrows and began to brag .

He does have the capital to be proud of. The quadruple seal of elements is already very sharp, and the general 【Formation Warlock】can only be mastered by the fourth level, but it is not his real killer.

Ren ignored the very stinky old goat and hid Mrs. Aili in an alley, preparing to ambush passing enemies.

"I really don't have any appreciation ability." Muttering, Lao Shanyang glanced at the thin layer of blood on the ground, and jumped onto a tree with dense branches and leaves.

The two of them did not swell due to the success ahead. This battle took a short time but was very intense. It was a heavy load for Ren to run the Demon Killing Art at full strength, and the spiritual energy in his body was consumed a lot.

Be careful, not to mention that there are many dark duke-level powerhouses on this battlefield, even if you encounter a few marquises in an ambush, it will be uncomfortable, and the demons are also proficient in various coordination.

Don't forget, they still carry the burden of Mrs. Ellie.

da da da~
Soon, there was a rush of footsteps not far away, and a Marquis of the Demon Race fled to this side in a panic, with bleeding from his mouth and nose on his pale cheeks, and his expression was very frightened.

Ren in the alley frowned. Just as he was about to raise his knife to kill the demon, he heard a soft and moving song like a breeze and rain.

"I have seen those unbelievable events, I have seen the holy tree of Mewes destroyed by blood flames, and ignited a raging fire.

I have seen the light of dawn, across the dark and deep night of Morowan Plains, this is the signal before dawn.

And yet all those moments will disappear in time, like... tears disappear in the rain.

The hour of death.has come. "

Accompanied by this dreamy and soft aria echoing in the blood mist of the night, everything seemed to be still, only the dim moonlight flowing gently.

Call ~
The breeze gently blew across the night sky, and the Marquis of the Demon Race suddenly stagnated in his escape, and his tall and burly body fell to the ground with a plop, splashing a cloud of dust.

There was still fear in his expression, and blood was bleeding from all seven orifices on his pale face. In a sense, he was even more unlucky than the werewolf Brewster. enemy.

The voice was a bit familiar, and Ren probably knew who wrote it, so he didn't pay attention to the comer. Out of curiosity about the singer's profession, he sensed the dead demon with the breath of stars.

"This……"

There was a look of shock on his face. He found that the muscles and blood vessels of the Marquis of the Demon Race were all rotten, and the bones were cracked into countless tiny pieces.

It can be said that this demon is only bleeding from the seven orifices on the surface. In fact, except for the source of his strength—the hardest magic stone in his head, almost no part of his body is intact.

Under this veritable sound of death, his internal organs were almost shattered into a pile of minced meat. Even though the demon's vitality was tenacious, such a terrible injury was naturally completely cooled.

The man responsible for all this quickly emerged, wearing a gray trench coat with a black and white checkered uniform and a floppy hat with a badge on it.

The person who came was a senior deacon of the 7th Bureau, very young, with purple temples and green eyes, handsome appearance, exuding the romantic temperament of a poet, it was Eddie Moldred.

Wearing white gloves, he put the demon's body into the storage ring, and scanned the surroundings: "The friend on the tree, and the lady in the alley, the two of you, won't you come out and say hello?"

"This is the second time this has happened." Ren came out with a knife in his hand a little depressed, and complained.

There was a strange look in Eddie's eyes, which was very rare. His sound wave detection and listening skills had failed. He only sensed Mrs. Ellie in the alley just now, but he didn't notice the existence of Renn.

"You are very special. I didn't notice you before." Eddie looked at Ren strangely, and it was difficult to hide from his perception.

He can even listen to the heartbeat of people at medium and long distances, such as the one on the tree, he can still detect it even with the technique of concealing breath.

Ren, who was a little depressed, didn't answer. He can actually act as an assassin.

"It turned out to be you, what a disappointment." The old goat jumped down from the tree and said to Eddie with a displeased face.

He is not surprised that the other party can find him, [Singer] profession is very special, if they are not assassins at the same level, don't expect to be able to sneak attack them.

"I thought there was a fat sheep running over to die, but it turned out to be your prey, which made me happy for nothing." The old goat snorted, and he obviously knew him too.

Eddie stretched out his hand to support the hat on his head, and said very politely: "Haha, I'm sorry for delaying you. Let's talk another day. I still have something to do. Let's go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward, and disappeared into the night like a gust of wind. Yigao is bold, and with his strength, he can even deal with the Duke of Darkness.

The five levels of singers are, the first level [drummer], the second level [singer], the third level [bard], the fourth level [reciter master], and the fifth level [soul singer].

This profession is very special. It uses special sound waves or melody combined with psionic powers as its means of attack. Like [Druid], the upper and lower limits of the strength of the same level are a bit large. The weak are very weak, and the strong are very strong. A profession that relies on individual talent.

Ren and the old goat looked at each other and chose to continue the ambush.

They also want to take the initiative to attack, but defeating and killing are two different things. The old goat has been unable to use the four elemental seals in a short period of time, and the demons have very tenacious vitality, and their escaping skills are top-notch. It is difficult to kill without sneak attack.

As for hunting those earl-level demon descendants, neither Ren nor the old goat is interested. In terms of price, ten dark earls are not as good as one marquis.

"Ma'am, you are still far behind this one." In the hidden alley, Ren whispered, and at the same time exuded the aura of stars to envelop him and Mrs. Allie.

He almost forgot just now that the old goat still has spells to conceal his breath, but Mrs. Ellie has no hidden skills.

Madam Ellie, who is also a [singer] profession, moved her red lips: "In the future, I will be as strong as him!"

"That would be great, I don't need a vase." Ren said lightly.

For a power, it is best to have a singer, if the other party is not valuable, he would not bother to bring her.

(End of this chapter)