Among them, the tail was the most powerful. The Holy Phoenix Demonic Book's power was extremely domineering. When the long tail swayed gently, Garon could feel a terrifying intent that wanted to destroy everything in its way. This intent, or rather will, caused the Demonic Book's power flowing in the long tail to rotate according to a mysterious trajectory. Then, it produced an even more powerful power.
"It's as if … it's still cultivating on its own!!" Garon suddenly understood the principle, and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart.
A part of his body was still cultivating a powerful power according to its own independent will.
He tried to use this power and found that he was able to use it without distinguishing between the two parties.
"So, with the tail, and the other two places, together with myself, isn't it equivalent to four individuals cultivating and strengthening one body at the same time?!!" He was surprised and delighted.
At this time, he did not know how powerful he had become. There were too many variables. It was still unknown how powerful the Void Original Opus could be at this stage.
"What I need now is to test my true strength." Garon glanced at the three knights on the ground, stood up, and walked out of the cave.
*****
On the plains far away from Garon's cave, a huge black hound slowly walked toward the ruins of the Flame Behemoth.
This huge hound was completely black. From afar, it might look like an ordinary hound, but upon closer inspection, one could see that its body was made up of countless corpses and human bones.
This was a huge Corpse Hound. It was more than ten meters tall and more than twenty meters long. Its eyes were two black holes, and the edges of its mouth dripped with blood-red mucus from time to time. Its sharp teeth were slightly exposed from the sides of its mouth.
From afar, all the creatures in the surroundings could feel the death aura it emitted, and ran away from it.
Corpse Hounds were generally one of the favorite Undead Guardians of Necromancers and Great Liches. However, this Corpse Hound was obviously completely out of control.
There was a row of distinct black bone spurs on its back, which meant that it had no controller.
"Maffey, oh! My dear Maffey, you're finally here!! " Kratos the Fire Behemoth quickly rushed out of his ruins and rushed over when he saw the Corpse Hound from afar.
His eight legs moved very steadily like a spider, but with the dragon head on his upper body, it looked a little strange.
"Hiss … Hiss … I don't have anything to eat, and you promised to give me a thousand high-quality corpses. How generous, Kratos. Hiss … "The Corpse Hound exhaled loudly.
Kratos forced a smile and resisted the stench of the Corpse Hound. "Let's go to my territory first. I'm sure you're clear about my request, right?"
"Of course … hiss …" The Corpse Hound grinned. "Bakiloa is already nearby. His teleportation has always been the best."
"Bakiloa … So fast …" The Flame Behemoth's face was obviously stiff, and there was a hint of fear in its eyes.
"If you can't satisfy him, hiss … You're really in trouble this time." Ma Fei chuckled.
With a muffled boom, the two behemoths suddenly looked up at the distant sky.
Ma Fei's Corpse Hound's face showed obvious mockery and anticipation, while Kratos was unusually serious and cautious.
Soon, a huge blood-red cloud floated over from the distant sky.
The edge of this cloud wriggled like a living creature. Its core was constantly twisting and converging, and a huge human face appeared. It was the face of a man with a beard and hair.
It was almost the same as the Formation Spirit that Garon had seen in Snow City. However, it was a thunder cloud that time, and this time it was a blood cloud. Moreover, the scale and volume this time was almost twice as large.
The blood cloud covered over, almost covering the entire plain completely. The sun in the sky was also covered, and the day seemed to turn gray and red all of a sudden.
"Kratos, if you dare to deceive me, I'll really swallow you this time!" The huge face of the blood cloud roared angrily and made a terrifying noise. It was an abyssal language that was mixed with the sound of howling wind, thunder, and countless people's screams.
"Bakiloa, when have I not fulfilled my promise to you?" Kratos squeezed out a slightly flattering smile. "Even if you don't trust me, don't you trust the Wanku Fortress behind me? I'm the chief blacksmith of the fortress. "
Bakiloa was a cloud without a fixed form. This was his characteristic as a climate life form. He was born at the junction between the Abyss' Styx River and the Heaven Realm. The Void Universe there intertwined with a large amount of evil abyssal power and pure spiritual energy, gradually forming a large amount of impurities mixed with clouds. One of the clouds gave birth to Bakiloa, this strange and special life form.
He had two extreme personalities. Every month of the Abyss, he would change his personality. This personality was a mixture of the pure and devout spiritual energy of the Heaven Realm and the evil and selfish abyssal power. It was a random personality produced according to different proportions. Even he himself could not be sure what his personality would be in the next Abyss.
Once when he met with his old friend Kratos, he just happened to transform into a cold and desperate personality that did not care about anything. The extreme of this personality was self-destruction. He just happened to plan to swallow all the life forms in sight and then self-destruct.
As a result, Kratos was almost swallowed alive. If it was not for the Army Commander of Wanku Fortress, who was also the Feudal Lord, who helped him, he would probably have turned into fertilizer for Bakiloa.
"Honorable Bakiloa, I hope you'll be in a good mood when we meet this time," Kratos said carefully.
Maffey was not very afraid of Bakiloa. He had once escaped from this fellow's mouth. Moreover, he was best at escaping, so he was exceptionally confident in this aspect.
"I'm in a very bad mood, really. Your envoy interrupted an important experiment of mine at the most critical moment. If you can't pay a price that satisfies me, then I'll consider getting rid of you now." Bakiloa seemed to be in some kind of angry mood at the moment. He kept roaring angrily. The storm whistled, the airflow accelerated rapidly, and the surrounding temperature kept increasing. The temperature of the plains suddenly rose by more than ten degrees, and it was still continuing to rise.
"Please rest assured. This time, I'm asking you to make a move for a Soul Semi-Divine Weapon!" Kratos emphasized the word 'soul'.
"Soul Semi-Divine Weapon?" As expected, Bakiloa calmed down slightly.
"There's also a mutated White Dragon with great talent. His body is very strong, and the energy contained in his flesh and blood will definitely satisfy you," Kratos said sinisterly. Kratos laughed sinisterly. He was slightly relieved now. It seemed that Bakiloa was in a trackable state. This was the best time to deal with him.
"Where's the thing?! Bring me there immediately!! "Bakiloa became impatient.
"Don't be impatient. I'll bring the two of you there right away …" Kratos said softly, pleased with himself.
*****
"Abnormal fluctuation?" Garon was faintly irritated.
"Could it be that there's a problem on Kratos' side?" The Abyss was full of fraud and scams. He could not help but worry that Kratos had ulterior motives. That fellow seemed to be a local bully. It was natural for him to know some helpers to help him.
"It seems that I still have to be careful." Garon thought for a while. He felt that the fluctuation that suddenly came from afar was a little strange. For safety's sake, he grabbed the three knights and scurried out of the cave.
He did not know when a large red cloud appeared in the sky in the distance. It was slowly moving toward this side.
"It seems that the abnormal fluctuation was caused by this red cloud? Maybe it's related to the weird and messy weather in the Abyss. " Garon frowned. He thought for a while and did not pay much attention to it. He returned to the cave and quickly disappeared into it.
After he returned to the cave, the red cloud in the distance moved toward this side at a rapid speed.
Under the red cloud, Kratos and the Corpse Hound Maffey ran quickly, chasing after the red cloud's footsteps.
Kratos kept taking out pieces of metal elliptical rune paper. The yellow leather paper kept burning and turning into black ashes that disappeared in the wind. Countless black ashes kept falling. They were naturally blown by the strong wind caused by the red cloud and landed on the large open space around Garon's cave.
Rows of black ashes automatically arranged themselves into complicated and dense strange symbols and words. It was a huge magic formation made up of the Abyssal language and power runes.
The whole magic formation centered on Garon's cave and had a diameter of several kilometers. As the last bit of black ashes fell, it was finished.
Buzz!
The whole magic formation suddenly buzzed and vibrated. Countless black threads floated up from the ashes of the magic formation. They intertwined into a net and spread toward the sky. They grew taller and taller, like countless black vines.
"Devour everything!" A human face appeared in the red cloud. It greedily looked down at the cave where Garon was.
His gigantic body of clouds and mist pressed down on the ground from all directions.
Boom!!
The cave collapsed directly. There was nothing inside.
Kratos' face froze. Maffey showed a gloating expression.
Bakiloa was stunned. Then, he looked at Kratos with a gaze that was cold enough to freeze everything.
"This is the mutated White Dragon and Soul Artifact you mentioned?! If you want to die, you can say so. I'm willing to fulfill your wish at any time! "
"No, no, no!! Bakiloa, listen to me. The situation is definitely not like this!! "Kratos shook his head hurriedly with a trace of fear in his eyes. "That White Dragon has been living here before! This is absolutely true. I dare to swear by my soul and the Styx River!! "
"You still want to lie to me!!??" Bakiloa was completely enraged. He swooped down, and an incomparably huge red cloud shrouded Kratos. The huge Soul Suppression naturally had the effect of a Pardon Spell. Moreover, it was the power of a Pardon Spell that was at the peak of Level Nine. This power was endless. It was not like an ordinary creature that only released it once. Bakiloa released this terrifying oppression almost endlessly, making Kratos unable to move.
"No! Sir Bakiloa! Listen to me! The situation is not like what you think!! " Kratos shouted. Looking at the red cloud that was about to reach his head, he finally felt the true shadow of death. It was not that he did not want to resist. He had resisted before, but it had no effect at all. It only angered the other party even more.
The gap between Level Thirteen and Level Nine was almost the same as the gap between Level Five and Level Nine.
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