Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

If it is an attack in a small area, Dark Magma is obviously better than Yu Qianjian.

However, the range of dark magma is not large, and it can only attack intensively within a radius of thirty meters. A range exceeding thirty meters means that the attack density is reduced.

Yu Qianjian is much better in terms of range, but its control is much weaker than Dark Magma.

The dark magma is produced by Chen Zhao's bloodline of the Angry King, and is as natural as Chen Zhao's hands and feet.

But Yu Qianjian is more like a craft that requires repeated training.

But now Yu Qianjian cannot be compared with Dark Magma.

At least Chen Zhao can't control it as he pleases.

What Chen Zhao wants to practice now is to divide the thousand swords into two sword waves.

Although the practice of Yu Qianjian is very difficult and cumbersome.

However, Chen Zhao could feel that the functionality of Yu Qianjian was even greater than his other abilities and spells.

However, dividing the Thousand Swords into two sword waves seems to be easier to accomplish than imagined.

Chen Zhao practiced it hundreds of times and did it, and it was relatively easy to control.

Chen Zhao began to divide into four sword tides again, which was much more difficult than two sword tides.

The difficulty suddenly increased more than ten times. It was very difficult for Chen Zhao not to mention controlling the four sword tides, but even to divert the four sword tides.

It's very difficult, which may be related to people's habits.

People are accustomed to using both arms, so when Chen Zhao practiced diverting the two sword tides, he seemed to complete it easily.

But Chen Zhao could never catch the four sword tides.

However, Chen Zhao still used the old method, which is the stupidest method.

That means practicing again and again, correcting again and again, and trying again and again.

People have muscle memory, and they also have magic memory.

There is no such thing as saying you can never learn.

As long as you are within your ability and practice enough, you can always learn it.

Chen Zhao has practiced it nearly ten thousand times, and now he can barely divide it into four sword waves, but he is still unable to attack.

When Chen Zhao came out of Hetu, it was already dead of night and Fali had already gone to sleep.

Chen Zhao sat in the middle of Mirror Lake and meditated.

This time is the most active time for the three-headed dog and Xiaojiu.

But now Xiaojiu is very big.

Its growth is completely unrestricted, its body length exceeds thirty meters, each snake head has a diameter of eighty centimeters, and its main waist circumference even exceeds two meters in diameter.

Its appetite is even greater, and it eats nine cows every time it eats.

However, after each meal, it will not eat or drink for several days.

In terms of diet, it is similar to ordinary snakes. They eat a large amount of food at one time and then need time to digest it.

And each time it is digested, its size will become much larger.

Fortunately, Xiaojiu is not picky about food and won't insist on expensive beef.

In order to provide Xiaojiu with food, Chen Zhao raised hundreds of cows on the plain not far from Mirror Lake.

Of course, they are all free-range with no one to take care of them.

However, it is estimated that these hundreds of cows will be eaten by Xiaojiu in only two months.

Chen Zhao was thinking about raising more cows.

According to Xiao Jiu's growth rate, Chen Zhao has no doubt that Xiao Jiu's appetite will triple in one year.

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"Everyone be prepared, there will be a terrible snowstorm tonight." Manshali looked at the howling wind and snow with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Mansali looked at Li Mu and Vistana, both women were a little uneasy.

They all felt that something was not good about the situation.

I don’t know if it was the warning from the old werewolf.

Not just the two of them, all the soldiers felt that they were facing a powerful enemy.

"Do you two know how to use a machine gun?" Manshari asked.

"Just pull the trigger, right?" Vistana asked.

"Forget it." Mansari shook his head.

Using a gun is more than just pulling the trigger.

If you think you just need to pull the trigger, you will only hurt yourself and your companions.

At this moment, a soldier ran in from outside.

"Sir, more than a dozen people are coming outside."

"Are there a dozen more people? Are they those bastard companions again?"

"They didn't say their identities, but they said they were willing to help us fight against those...werewolves."

Manshali frowned and strode outside.

When he walked outside, he saw a dozen men and women.

This made him alert, because before the werewolf changed, his appearance was almost the same as that of ordinary people.

So he had to wonder if these people were transformed into werewolves.

"Who are you?"

Among this group of people, an older man stood out. This old man was holding a wooden crutch. His beard reached down to his abdomen. He looked like the sage in "The Lord of the Rings".

"We are the enemies of the Bellwulf clan," the old man said.

"Why should I trust you?" Manshali looked at these people warily: "How do I know you are not those bastards?"

"We don't need to prove anything, you just need to see what we will do." The old man said.

"So what will you do?"

The old man tapped his cane on the snow, and the surrounding snow suddenly rolled.

All the soldiers and Manshali became alert, looking at the strange situation in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, an ice wall began to rise under the ground. The ice wall slowly rose and was covered with spikes.

Everyone looked dumbfounded, with astonishment on their faces.

"What's going on!?" Manshali couldn't help but become solemn: "How did you do it?"

"Since you have already seen werewolves, does it surprise you to see magic again?" The old man looked at Mansari.

Manshali's eyes were like a flash of lightning, examining the dozen or so people behind the old man.

"Are they all the same as you?"

"Yes, we have been enemies of the Bellwolf clan for generations, and the meaning of our existence is to eradicate the Bellwolf clan."

I don't know why, but he always feels that these people are not as noble as they say.

They have their own purpose!

"Can your magic stop the blizzard?" Mansari asked.

For the soldiers in the base, the biggest enemy is not the werewolves, but the blizzard.

The snowstorm affected them too much.

And every time the werewolf attacks during a snowstorm.

"No, we don't have enough power to stop the storm."

"You can stay, but you can't enter the base."

"Are you going to let us blow cold wind all day?" The old man looked at Mansali.

"Can't you use magic to build those ice walls? You can build an ice castle yourself, and... you are not cold."

"Haha...well, we really don't care about the cold." The old man smiled.