Tribute to the Demon King

Determined to pay attention, Jack turned the steering wheel towards a certain intersection.

But just after he drove less than [-] meters, he was suddenly startled.As if touching something disgusting, he raised his left hand and placed it in front of his eyes like an electric shock.

However, there was no strange residue on his hands.

Everything looked normal, and the citizens walking around were as calm as before, and they didn't seem to notice anything wrong.

"but……"

There is indeed something that has changed.

Compared with his own strength, Jack's sense of crisis was constantly attacked by his observation and inspiration that seemed too keen.

But what's wrong... no, wait.

After thinking for a while in confusion, Jack suddenly reacted.

"Yes, the air? The air has been changed?"

That's right, that's exactly the case—at a certain moment before, the nature of the surrounding air was reversed in an instant.The surroundings of Samantha University were originally filled with naturally fragrant air, but in an instant, it seemed to be transformed into warm internal organs, or the abdominal cavity of a mother's body, appearing moist, stuffy, and sticky.It's like the smell in a closed factory where production was suspended due to moisture before it rained.

However, that weird feeling only lasted for a moment.

It's as if I strayed into an unknown barrier, or some rapidly expanding barrier passed by me...

"……what happened?"

Jack frowned and whispered, realizing that things were not simple.

Driven by intuition, Jack immediately turned the steering wheel and parked the car directly on the side of the road regardless of the possibility of a ticket.

Before he could turn off the ignition, there were screams from passers-by not far behind him—it wasn’t the screams of one or two people, but the fearful and hysterical cries like a bomb being thrown all over him. Voice.

Shocked, Jack grabbed his handbag, hastily locked the car door, and squeezed past the screaming and fleeing crowd.

He hugged his handbag tightly, tucked it under his arm, and tried his best to push the crowd away from both sides of his body.

Then, he was knocked down to the ground by a muscular man full of strong muscles but with the expression of seeing a ghost.An evil fire surged into his heart, Jack suddenly took out a pistol from his handbag, loaded it with a click, released the safety, and fired three shots into the sky.

In an instant, the crowd who almost stepped on him immediately dispersed with screams.Rolling and crawling up from the ground, Jack ran towards the scene of the incident among the much sparser crowd with a pistol in his hand.

But when he came to the center of the crowd, his steps froze for a moment.

It was like being frozen for a moment, unable to take another step.

"What is that?"

Jack muttered, looking at the extremely primitive scene in front of him in disbelief, the hands holding the pistol tightly moved down one by one feebly.

In the center of the crowd a slim, hunchbacked monster of mud, with its legs planted in place like tree roots, was feeding.The sharp claws of its hands are as long and sharp as iron rods, and the muscles on its body are as heavy and powerful as overlapping tree roots.

It was a twisted predator stance.Even just looking at it filled Jack with an inexplicable, familiar sense of dread.

It wasn't that Jack hadn't seen brutal sights in these ten years.But against the background of that fear, the scene in front of him looked extremely cruel.In front of the eating monster were three human beings who had been cut into pieces.

Jack had a vague impression of the three of them—because two of them were the magicians who had been arrested by him and then released on bail.

Wait, could it be...

Just when Jack was vaguely guessing about the origin of the monster, a howling fireball suddenly came from the sky.

Looking up, Jack found that it was a familiar face again.

The guy with scars on his face and dreadlocks who looked like a part-time mafia DJ was holding a scorching fireball in his hands, standing on top of a tall building with a distorted face and throwing it at the monster that was eating below.When his eyes collided with Jack who was looking up, he threw a fireball at Jack as if his hand had slipped.

Jack let out a scream of "Wow", and scrambled to avoid the blow.Looking up, he just found a black mud monster with praying mantis-like arms and three scorpion tails quietly appearing behind the DJ.

"--Be careful!"

Pulling his throat, Jack shouted loudly.But it's a pity that the surrounding environment is too noisy, and the DJ upstairs couldn't hear it clearly.

With a blank face, he frowned and lowered his head and shouted, "What did you say?"

Before the words finished, DJ, who was distracted by Jack's question, was pierced through his chest by the monster behind him, and the body standing on the side of the building was lifted up, and then the remaining two scorpion tails pierced through his chest and passed away. He passed, and his head was directly cut off by the sickle in the air.

Beside the bewildered Jack, all kinds of dark monsters that seem to grow out of the ground use their precise movements and gazes to pick out some special people who are hiding among the crowd or underground, or on top of tall buildings. , killing them in the street without any scruples.

However, even Jack, who was holding a blessed pistol in both hands, which was enough to pose a substantial threat to them, was completely ignored by them.

"...Is this what he said, the way to eliminate the warlock?"

A wave of rage gradually surged from the bottom of Jack's heart: "Don't be kidding! This will bring nothing but chaos-the fear and hatred of the people will destroy Smith!"

"Are you sure, Jack?"

But at this moment, a voice that absolutely shouldn't appear sounded beside Jack: "Are you sure... this will ruin Smith instead of benefiting him?"

He turned his head, only to find that among the chaotic crowd, Zhou Yi leaned slightly on the high throne, leaning on his chin with the back of his hand, looking down at Jack.

That was Zhou Yi...but for some reason, his painting style was completely different from those around him.The other citizens who fled screaming and terrified didn't seem to see Zhou Yi at all.

But even though he had a strong sense of resistance to Zhou Yi with snake-like pupils, Jack still replied bravely and stubbornly: "I'm sure! If you are so nonsense, when these citizens calm down, they will exclude us together !"

"It's obviously a very simple strategy... I have appeared here, but you haven't realized it yet? You are really stupid."

Zhou Yi, who appeared behind him, shook his head, showing a gentle smile full of unusual attractiveness.His smile is filled with the strange tolerance unique to elders.

"All right, Jack. How about we make a bet?"