Chapter 183

I don't know how long ago, a hazy black fog gradually curled around Kadir's side, and twisted and wriggled like some living creature, and then penetrated into the fresh body bit by bit, as if sucking blood and slowly melted into the blood.

Pop!

The red flame suddenly burned on the wall, shining on the dark chamber, withered and rotten bodies piled up in the corner, and everywhere you can see overflowing dry blood.

One of the most striking is the red and black statue with the appearance of Gothic stone ghost standing in the middle of the secret room. From the perspective of human beings, the statue that has been eroded for a long time looks strange and ugly.

With a deep look at the red and black statue, Kadir threw out the body dragged in his hand, the scarlet life energy exploded, the long broken bones exploded instantly, and the blood like a rain curtain spread all over the secret room.

WOW!

In an instant, red lines sprang up on the dusty ground, and the red blood lines were like the chaotic strokes depicted by the red brush. A strong sense of evil filled the air, vaguely singing the epic hymn of inexplicable language festival.

"You're here again, little guy, what do you want to exchange this time?" a calm and indifferent voice echoed in this bloody secret room.

Hearing the prestige, Kadir locked the withered and rotten corpse pile at the corner of the wall, and a trembling figure stood up slowly. Behind him, the four chains as thick as arms shook, firmly locked the figure, and the sharp lock pierced through the limbs with steel color.

"Well, let me see. You've been here twice this month. Plus this, it's the third time, huh? It seems that something happened to you?"

A gloomy look appeared on his face. Kadir walked to the corner and his eyes fell on the old man covered in black robes. The wrinkled skin made people's scalp numb, and the red spots were like some kind of Rune engraved on the surface of the skin.

Boom!

Scarlet energy wrapped around his right hand. Kadir raised the old man in black with one hand, stared at the confused eyes and said, "the contract you once said can really obtain eternal power?"

"Contract?"

The old man in black shrugged and pulled his head. When he heard the contract, he was slightly refreshed. There was a faint Black Mist in his confused eyes, and an inexplicable smile appeared in the corners of his mouth.

"Haven't you ever felt that you can get as much power as you pay for an equal transaction."

"The contract is just to add some binding boxes on this basis, so as to give both parties a really fair transaction."

"Binding force, are you sure?" Kadir finally issued an inner doubt. It's no wonder he was so careful. There are too many warnings about demons and demons in countless historical records.

However, his previous gains have made him obsessed with "fair" transactions, eager for strong power and eager to prove himself.

"Of course, master cardier, you have to believe me. For the sake of saving your life before, I'm helping you without reservation." the old man in black broke away from cardier's lock, took a few breaths and bowed down.

"The devil has the spirit of contract, and what you pay will always be rewarded."

The emotions of struggle, confusion and hatred alternately appeared on Kadir's ferocious face. He spread his hands powerlessly and turned to look at the cold and ruthless red black statue in the center of the red Dharma array. Its dark red wings seemed to vibrate slightly.

In the hazy environment, cadier vaguely saw the dignified father stepping down from the high seat and saw the elegant mother smiling gently. They were looking forward to looking at themselves with expectant eyes and looking forward to the brilliance of the Peres family in his hands.

Then a timid figure came out of the darkness slowly, and the black fog dispersed, revealing the face of 'modrian'. The color of ridicule appeared on the disgusting face and silently despised him.

Cough! Cough!

The thick black blood flowed along the palm of his hand in his weak arm. The old man in black restrained his voice, and a faint smile filled his terrible face.

It is also ridiculous to say that, as a demon blood descendant signing a contract and a demon priest with the strength of a demon guide, if he did not encounter Agnes in the temple of power, how could he fall into such a situation, be imprisoned here by the son of a Viscount, and even offer the power of the devil. Agnes Rodney, one of the eight cardinals of the temple of power

"But soon! Believers in the shadow, our companions, follow the glory of the Lord!"

Devil believers and devil believers have many similarities. They all sacrifice their souls or flesh to please some powerful beings in all layers of the abyss, so as to obtain the ability to summon the devil and the devil to fight for themselves.

Perhaps compared with high-level professionals, they are not strong in themselves. Even because they have been eroded by the smell of abyss or hell for a long time, they have negative states such as variation, deformity, weakness and so on, but they are far stronger than low-level professionals.

However, compared with the demon chiguoguo's plot to seize, the style of "kill if you disagree" is similar to the ice dwarf clan in lakstark fortress. It was destroyed by the demon lord soul controller Stewart.

Demons in the abyss prefer to use contracts to lure mortals to fall. For mortals, these contracts seem to bring them some sense of security. Well, most of them come from psychological comfort.

But the actual situation is just the opposite. The cunning devil can find out from the contract, or simply create countless loopholes until he finally swallows the believers without residue.

Ironically, these two methods are not even cultivation methods, and the way to lose their soul is the most helpless and effective way for countless people to revenge when they are desperate or forced.

Even most low-level professionals are bound to fall into it. Only a few determined ascetics can be free from the temptation of the devil and the devil.

And from the initial reason, this measure in the name of revenge actually has a certain justice. Yes, justice, everyone will always encounter unfair treatment.

"Shadow side Scripps?"

Kadir wakes up from a trance. There is a faint Black Mist wrapped around his eyes, like an eye shadow that has not dispersed for a long time, and is stagnant on the surface of the skin.

He looked at the grotesque and ugly red and black statue standing in the center of the Dharma array and remembered all kinds of recent events. Restless desire filled his soul and set off a storm.

"I need a devil's white paper to sign the contract you desire!"

Looking back at the half bowed old man in black robe, cardier said coldly that he had already known the other party's thoughts. This was an open conspiracy and could not resist.

The change in Peres castle, the pressure from the north of the Kingdom, and the fundamental change he seeks will haunt him in his sleep at night, so that he can't breathe.

"Devil believer, as long as I can change my situation, I don't mind giving everything, including my soul."