"What have you done!!!"
This outrageous behavior of his finally made the figure that he had glimpsed so hastily last night show up in a rage.
"Woman?"
Eleazar stood up with some surprise, then looked again at the pet leash she was holding.
"That's a pretty cute dog you've got there, it must be exhausting to hold?"
The Demon Sequencer grimaced and quickly used various abilities to determine the other party's sequence pathway.
Frost, fire, lightning, darkness...
Elementalist? A mystic?
"A mere spellcaster dares to stand before me!"
Eleazar shook his head a bit regretfully, "I'm not a caster."
"Posturing!"
Transcendents may lie, but serial pathways don't!
The Demon Sequencer sneered and loosened the reins in his hands.
"Roar!" That pet dog instantly let out a ferocious roar, its body surging sharply like a balloon, its bursting claws shattering the ground, and in an instant, it mutated into a car-sized monster, its abyssal mouth strewn with inverted teeth as if a single bite could churn him into cripples.
3rd Order Dark Creature - Cerberus!
With a brace of limbs, the huge-bodied hellhound leaped forward at an unnatural and terrifying speed, and lightning-like probed out its head to bite down hard.
"Ka-ching!"
The abyssal maw bit into the air, while the figure before him took a close step back in the suddenly corrupt soil around him.
The Demon Sequencer looked down at the decay spreading to his feet and sneered:
"Does this spell work?"
In the next second, electricity flashed in the man's hand, the highly cohesive energy splitting the hellhound so hard that he stumbled and let out a whimper.
"Inspire spells like this?"
She looked in disbelief at the magic swords that had changed into other attributes again.
"I can't believe it isn't a caster..."
There was no spell structure being constructed at all, it was simply using the power of the pathway itself.
"A magic swordsman?"
Just as she continued to remain watchful, the other party's energy sword transformed back into lightning, slashing the hellhound's skin and wailing.
In vain, she usually fed it so much fodder, but when it came to the critical moment, she couldn't even touch the corner of other people's clothes.
That movement speed of the opponent was so amazing that she could barely see it with her Transcendent Vision.
In other words, the other party could appear in front of her eyes in an instant and send the sword blade into her chest.
Looking at that intimidating melee ability, the Demon Sequencer couldn't help but take a step back.
Witcher faithfully and idly erupts into an arc of electricity splitting the big dog into bloody pieces, beating his opponent without the slightest ability to fight back.
Too slow, not even close to the Dark Knight, and while tangling with the Cerberus, he even managed to take a moment to look around the town.
That giant starfish, which had already melted most of its body in the light, saw that it wouldn't be able to support itself for much longer.
As for the hellhound in front of him, it would take a bit of effort to completely decapitate it.
If we delay any longer, we'll lose more than we gain when the Acolytes arrive.
"Forget it, this hellish material, don't want it!"
The attributes of the Silver Ring transformed once again, and the erupting blade instantly became pitch-black.
In the eyes of the shocked person beside him, the real magic sword slashed the hellhound's side.
The Demon Sequencer, who reacted extremely quickly, uncontracted this pet at the first opportunity.
Then the Cerberus's body froze, its head tilting up in agony as if it were about to fold back, the corners of its violently enlarged eyes nearly bursting open as black spells slowly filled and crawled all over its body like worms until its torso began to convulse and its densely-packed eyeballs widened, erupting in a vision of unmatched evil.
"The Void!!!"
The Demon Sequencer lost his voice and screamed, then turned around and ran.
She couldn't believe that someone could use this contaminating power!
Eleazar glanced faintly at the fleeing figure.
Turning back, he leaped up and severed the head of the mutating dog with a heavy blow of his sword.
Although this would not kill it, only temporarily slow down the distortion, this was enough, and the two Lords of Holy Light who arrived behind him would take care of this for him.
Leaving the still writhing corpse behind, Eleazar gives chase to the fleeing demon sequencer.
...
It was hard to get rid of the evil contaminants in the town, and the two acolytes who had come running wildly after the darkness spat blood.
"Here's another one!!!"
And out of their sight, Witcher has caught up with the demon.
"Do you have any other pets?"
The woman who was forced to retreat suddenly turned around and coldly shouted, "Slave! Kneel!"
Eleazar didn't resist the ＜Evil Unity＞ for a moment, and went down on one knee with a 'plop'.
"Sure enough, you're also from the evil camp, how dare you badmouth me!"
Eleazar struggled a bit.
"Freeze!"
Another order came down from the other side, causing his body to freeze on the spot.
"You just asked a crucial question, other pets is it, I've decided that you're my new pet! Hahaha-"
Realizing that he was unable to resist ＜Evil Unification＞, the Demon Sequencer burst into unrestrained laughter.
"I don't know how you manipulate the
"In the name of hell, I am! Gloria..."
Eleazar kept his mouth tightly shut without a hint of a response, and mockery was written all over his lifted face.
"Still talking tough at the end of your life!!!" The woman was instantly furious.
Forced domination is no way to make the other person voluntarily offer their soul to complete the contract.
Thinking about it, she suddenly intercepted one of the most unforgettable memories out of the other's thoughts, reading it carefully before slowly smiling.
"Mr. Prince, don't you want to be with me anymore?"
A face full of innocence emerged from that slowly lifting hood.
"One or two of you, why do you always like to top other people's faces..."
Witcher, who was dominated by evil, actually slowly stood up in that unbelieving gaze.
She froze and took a step back.
"Look at me, demon!!!"
Gloria subconsciously raised her head and saw a pair of eyes through which countless spells had flowed.
...
The acolyte, who had finished gathering up the mutated hellhound, tracked back into the woods after the lingering darkness and then saw the robes that had been turned into shreds, and a field of writhing, shredded flesh.
This time there was no need for them to clean it up, the puddle of broken flesh had no possibility of alienation left, and would soon run out of transcendental activity before withering into powder and returning to the earth.
"We're late..."
The two silently checked their surroundings. "An Evil God devotee, a Demon Sequencer..."
"Splitting the spoils and infighting?"
...
And Witcher, who had already jumped into the river and drifted along with it all the way, forced himself to hold back the howl that erupted from his body, his palms dead over the trophy that he had chopped up to find.
"Space crystals!"