After the plague storm dissipated, Sareth moved forward for a while. But before he could go far, he suddenly heard a loud rumble behind him.
The ground was shaking, as though some behemoth was chasing him from behind. The heavy footsteps sounded like tanks rolling over the ground.
Sareth realized that something was wrong, so he immediately ran. As he ran forward, he looked back and saw an enormous hellhound chasing him from behind. Along the way, this enormous hellhound knocked away all the obstacles in its way, and smoke and dust filled the air.
The other party was very fast. Sareth realized that he might not be able to outrun this big dog, so he immediately spread his flame wings and flew into the sky.
As soon as he flew into the sky, a black shadow pounced from under his feet. This enormous hellhound jumped up with all four of its legs and bit at Sareth's feet in the air. Sareth was almost bitten. Looking down from above, he saw three bloody mouths passing under his feet.
"That … that was close!" Sareth broke out in cold sweat. Just in case, he increased his altitude a little more.
"Stupid bug!" After the hellhound king landed, its three heads looked at Sareth fiercely and growled in a low voice, "Did you kill the demons here?"
Sareth's eyes widened. "You can speak?"
Of course, he was surprised. When he saw this hellhound, he immediately thought of Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger was much larger than this hellhound, but Fat Tiger could not speak. Sareth and Fat Tiger had been together for a long time, causing him to always think that demons like hellhounds could not speak, so when he heard the other party speak, he found it a little unbelievable.
"Nonsense! I'm the hellhound king, a demon who inherited the name of Cerberus! "The hellhound king roared, but then it asked doubtfully," Who are you?! I smell the aura of a half-demon from you, but you don't have the Spartan bloodline. You don't have the damn stench of the Spartan bloodline … Wait! "
The three heads of the hellhound king raised and kept sniffing at Sareth in the air, seemingly confirming something.
"What's wrong?" Looking at the big dog's actions, Sareth was a little puzzled and could not help but stretch out his arm and sniff himself.
"Half-devil brat!" The hellhound king suddenly changed the way he addressed him and asked Sareth in confusion, "Why do I smell the scent of other hellhounds from you? And this scent … Have you been in contact with my people for a long time?"
"Why should I tell you?" Silas asked warily.
This gigantic Hell Hound?
Like it just popped out of nowhere?
Silas didn't know how it appeared, but considering that he had just used his foster father's power to activate the plague storm, it was only a matter of time.
Purged a large number of demons?
Therefore, Sareth felt that this hellhound might have come specifically for him.
The three-headed hellhound of the Abyss?
They could be considered a race of demons, but most of them were Cerberus.
Are they only at the middle-rank demon level?
They could use a certain amount of elemental power, but most of the time, they still relied on their tyrannical physical strength to fight.
There were very few who could break through the Superior Devil level.
Of course, Sareth had heard from Benia about the general knowledge of the Abyss.
But at this moment, his common sense was ineffective on this hellhound in front of him. This hellhound king in front of him was not only a true high-rank demon but also an elite high-rank demon. Sareth could feel the powerful aura of his rank.
He felt that he was stronger than the superior demon that had captured him.
Sareth knew that he couldn't win. Even if he entered his demonized state, he wouldn't be able to win.
He would not be able to defeat this Hellhound …
Fortunately, this Hellhound did not seem to be able to fly.
He did not have wings like Fat Tiger. What if he wanted to run?
He should still be able to escape …
But?
What Silas did not understand was …
Why would this Hell Dog ask about Fat Tiger? He subconsciously wanted to refuse to answer.
This hellhound king was about four meters tall and more than ten meters long. Although it was only half the size of Fat Tiger, its size was astonishing. After being rejected by Sareth, the hellhound king seemed to be a little irritated. It jumped twice on the ground, and its limbs, which were thicker than elephant legs, stomped the ground, causing it to rumble.
"Don't force me to be angry, half-demon brat!" The left head of the hellhound king said. Thick flames like magma burned in the mouth of this head, and the middle head and right head were frost and lightning, respectively. At this moment, the elemental power on its body seemed to be boiling. It roared at Sareth, "Answer my question! Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy. Speak! Have you come into contact with my other clansmen?! "
"So what if I have?" Sareth quietly tightened his grip on Calamity behind his waist, preparing to shoot the big dog if the situation was not right and then run away quickly.
After hearing Sareth's answer, the hellhound king bared its teeth and continued to ask, "Then what is he like? Is he very powerful?! "
Sareth nodded. "Of course, you're only half his size, and Brother Fat Tiger has demon wings. He can fly!"
"Nonsense! Our hellhounds have never had demon wings! "After being stunned for a moment, the hellhound king said angrily," Are you lying to me?! "
"Why would I lie to you?" Sareth said. "Speaking of which, are you really the hellhound king? With your size, you're the one who's lying, right? "
"Roar!!" The hellhound king was enraged by Sareth's words. Its left head opened its mouth, and a thick pillar of flames sprayed out at Sareth in the air.
Sareth was shocked and quickly dodged. The pillar of fire brushed past his chest and flew into the distance, hitting a broken human building. It burned the building into lava and collapsed softly.
"Be careful what you say, half-demon brat!" The hellhound king did not continue attacking but roared, "Only I, Cerberus, am the king of the hellhounds! Only I am the most powerful hellhound! Tell me, where is the hellhound you mentioned? If you tell me, I can spare your life! "
"Huh?!" Sareth finally understood the hellhound king's intentions and could not help but ask in surprise, "You want to fight Brother Fat Tiger?"
"That's right! There can only be one true hellhound king! "Cerberus said." That's me! "
"This … I might not be able to do it …" Sareth scratched his head. "Because he's not here!"
"Then where is he?!" Cerberus asked.
"He's in the Abyss!" Sareth spread his hands. "Unless you return to the Abyss or wait for my foster father to come to this world, he might bring Brother Fat Tiger here …"
After hearing the word 'Abyss' from Sareth, Cerberus was stunned for a moment before saying in a low voice, "The Abyss? I haven't been back for a long time … "
"How long has it been since you returned to the Abyss?" Sareth asked curiously.
"Two thousand years!" Cerberus gritted her teeth. "It's all that traitor Sparda's fault! If he hadn't sealed the channel and severed the connection between the Demon World and the Abyss, the demons of the Demon World would not have been trapped in this world for so long. "
Yes, the hatred of demons for Sparda was not only because of his betrayal of his compatriots, but also because he had severed the connection between the Demon World and the Abyss. For two thousand years, the demons of the Demon World could not return, and the demons of the Abyss could not come. This was equivalent to a disguised cage trapping the demons here.
"But the seal has loosened!" Sareth said. "Some demons returned to the Abyss, and I came here from the Abyss through a rift …"
"You?! A half-demon came here from the Abyss? " Cerberus said in disbelief. "It's been two thousand years. Has the Abyss changed so much? It actually allows half-demons to stay in the Abyss? "
"Uh …" Sareth did not know how to answer this question, so he could only change the topic. "Let's not talk about this first. If you want to return to the Abyss, you should be able to do it now, right?"
"Impossible!" Cerberus's three heads shook together. "My demon contract is in the hands of His Holiness Mundus. As long as the contract is still there, I can't go back …"
Sareth spread his hands. "Then there's nothing I can do."
Cerberus paced back and forth on the ground irritably. Perhaps because of her anxiety, the elemental power on her body overflowed, causing the ground around her to change. One part of the ground turned into magma, and another part into frost. Occasionally, lightning would flash across the ground, leaving Sareth speechless.
This hellhound was indeed different from Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger's three heads were fire, frost, and poison. But as his body grew larger, Fat Tiger basically did not use elemental power much in the later stages and purely relied on his physical strength to bully others. So in terms of elemental power alone, Cerberus might really be stronger than Fat Tiger.
"Half-demon brat!" After walking a few rounds, Cerberus suddenly stopped and said to Sareth, "Since you've been in contact with that hellhound for a long time, you should be able to summon him! Right? "
"No way! Is there a need for you to be so persistent? "Sareth said in surprise." Besides, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be sent by Urizen to eliminate the invaders? "
"Urizen … he's not my master!" Cerberus lowered her voice. "My master is Mundus!"
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