Chapter 1792

"Run! Forget about the hounds, just go back to the shelter and we'll be safe! "

Feeling the power of bimont and the unique power of tis, the trainers didn't have the courage to fight at all. They yelled and ran to the rear.

The power that belonged to Tess limited their arms, but not their legs.

The trainers are able to run away with fast legs, but the hellhounds are not so lucky. They can hardly move without the strength of their front legs.

"You want to take those heads off? Just give me some more control time. "

See hell bimon will all the anger, poured to the nearby hell hound body, rod can't help to persuade it.

Ignore those fleeing dog trainer, rod's attention, all on the hell than Mongolia body.

"Don't even think about it!" Hell roars from bimon.

"All right, but I want to remind you that these dog heads on me are no longer hellhounds, but part of me. Even if it is cut off in the battle, I can put it back without being punished by the contract. " Rod shrugged and said.

Just as rod tried to get more time control from the soul of hell bimon, and hell bimon tried his best to vent his anger to those hellhounds, an urgent voice came.

"What are you doing? Stop it

When rod followed the road, he saw a strong Kriging man standing at the main door of the huge factory building, with a whip in his hand and a group of three vicious hounds crawling under his feet.

Looking at the kriegen, rod seemed to find something, his face slightly changed.

He looked back and saw that everything was OK on the Percy in the rear. It didn't look like an accident. The hellhounds around him were still powerless on the ground, so he looked back.

"What are you looking at?" Perceiving rod's movements, bimont asked.

"Be careful." Rod said slowly, "tis's heroic skills don't seem to work for him."

Rod's eyes were on the whip held by the krigan. All the dog trainers nearby, at the first time when they are influenced by Tess's hero's strong points, their whole hands will drop down powerlessly. Even if they hold something in their hands, they will fall to the ground immediately. But the people in front of them are not affected by this ability at all.

Not only him, but also the three hounds at his feet. The hounds moved slowly around the Kerrigan, with fierce eyes.

"Do you mean the power of the little demon? I don't need that power at all Looking at the three hounds, bimon growled fiercely, and then headed straight for the krigan.

The earth vibrated with the charge of bimont in hell, and the whole shelter seemed to shake. Rod was not infected by its momentum. Somehow, rod always felt that something was wrong.

Before I had time to think about it, in a short moment, the hell Beamon rushed to the Kriging man and waved his claws. It seemed that the next moment, the Kriging man would be divided into several sections.

However, at the moment when the claw was about to touch the enemy, bimon in hell stopped his action. The claw stood beside the krigan's face and could not go any further.

"What's the matter? Why stop? " Rod didn't understand what hell Beamon was doing, so he asked.

"It's not me..." in the reply of hell bimon, with some unbearable pain.

Rod noticed that behind bimon's raised arm, hell began to bleed.

Slightly feel the state of the body, rod was surprised to find that the whole arm of hell bimon seems to be broken, no bone is intact, just like hitting something indestructible.

Recalling the power of behemoth's claws, rod realized that behemoth's stop was probably not his own will, but a strong resistance.

Under the action of this strong resistance, the fierce claw of hell bimon was stopped in an instant, which also brought unimaginable damage to it.

"Be careful, I can recover from these injuries, but you'd better not rush before you know what he's doing." Rod seems to think of something, reminding the hell of bimont.

"Followers of the angry king, you can't hurt me or anyone in the sanctuary."

Seeing the monster calm down in front of him, the kriegen took the initiative to say, "I'm keret, the leader of these dog trainers, and the controller of this shelter."

In the face of bimon's dull roar in hell, the kreigan people in front of him did not change their face. There was a kind of determination in their expression. Seeing this, rod took the initiative to hold the angry bimon in hell and said, "shelter... It's really a magic power."

"Of course, it's a gift from the kings to us little demons." Crete pointed to the inverted cross on the top of the factory building. "The creatures in the shelter can't be hurt, enough to avoid any danger in the trial. I think even if the king comes, it's hard to change this power."

Seeing that Crete didn't hide it, but took the initiative to say it, rod looked up to him.

If there is such power in the shelter as Crete said, then even if he doesn't say it, rod can find the problem after a simple test, so it's easier to say it directly.

Rod noticed that the trainers, who had escaped first, had regained the right to use their arms in the shelter, and were looking anxiously with their weapons.

Whether it's Damon's injury in hell or Tess's hero's failure, they all explain to rod what's unusual in the shelter.

"The trial has just begun, ten doors have not been opened, you give up the chance to get the king's appreciation and hide in the shelter?"

Rod controlled the claws of bimon, who had just recovered. He swept towards the wall, but the same situation happened again. Under the action of an inexplicable force, the action of hell is stopped in an instant, and the claw can't go any further.

This time, rod saw it. Just as bimon's claws of hell were about to break the wall of the shelter, a transparent wall blocked its path and completely resisted its power.

"We serve the lazy king. He will be proud of us when he sees our actions." Said Crete, not ashamed, but proud.