Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 1225 Cerberus Garmu
Wardle looked a little disappointed.

Wardle knows better than anyone the power of time.Although, as an extraordinary life, Waddell has a very strong memory, even the details of the last sunset on the Yuantan Continent ten thousand years ago, and the changing clouds and clouds, he can clearly remember.

What I can remember is only the picture, but the deepest feelings at the beginning have already been washed away by the long river of time.

He is like this, let alone an ordinary mortal.

"They forget it, but they can remember it again." At this time, Angel said softly.

"Forget it, at that time he built this statue, but he hoped that the ancient survivors could use themselves as their spiritual support to survive the long darkness. The era at that time has passed, and it doesn't matter if they remember it now." Wardell sighed. One: "Let's go, the passage is in front of the statue."

Wardle stepped forward and came under the statue.

He stretched out the scepter in his hand and lightly tapped it, and the dusty floor emitted a ray of light, turning into a white door laid on the ground.

The door was opened, and a passage leading to the basement appeared.

Waddell walked into the aisle first, while Angel took a deep look at the statue of the praying church and followed.

"The burial pit of dead bones in the depths of the dark land can also lead to the basement, but there are many undead who are obsessive and unwilling to leave, it will be very dangerous to go there." Waddell chattered about the basement Case.

When the spiral staircase comes to the end, there is a huge basement.

However, when Angel and the others came to the basement, they had doubts in their eyes.

Because the basement was shrouded in thick gray fog, it was impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.

Just as they were curiously exploring inside, a booming sound came from inside, accompanied by the whistling wind.The gray mist began to surge, from light to thick, wisps of gray mist, like threads, were blown to the basement door by the wind.

The first thing everyone noticed was a stench, which seemed to be coming from the wind.Immediately afterwards, there was an aura that made everyone's hearts palpitate.

This breath is reminiscent of the melody of darkness and death.

And this breath is brought by these strands of gray mist.

At this time, Waddell took out the scepter in his hand, turned it slightly in the direction of the basement, and a frightening hurricane, like a shock wave, smashed straight into the basement.

Under the impact of the hurricane, the gray fog in the room was instantly separated, revealing the inside.

Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, Angel turned his head subconsciously, and didn't turn his head to look at the basement until he heard the sound of the wind weaken.

At this glance, Angel was stunned.

The basement is very large, and the inner space is comparable to the Ocean Theater in Waterford, but in such a huge space, there is a huge figure that fills the space to the brim.

It was a huge black hellhound lying on the ground!
Every hair on it is emitting black flames, and the flames even scorched and distorted the space. A single area is already terrifying, but if it is considered as a whole, it is even more terrifying!
The head of the Cerberus lay on the ground, with its eyes closed tightly, and there were rumbling sounds from its two nostrils, while gray mist was constantly blowing out.

"This guy is Garm. Known as the agent of death, he is a hellhound with the attributes of darkness and space." Waddell introduced.

Wardell turned his head and found that, except for Angor, who was still standing beside him, Grewood and Popota all took a few steps back.Even Angor seemed calm, but his lips were trembling.

It's really that this hellhound is too terrifying, not only its size, but also its terrifying breath makes them feel terrified.

"Don't be afraid, Garm is still sleeping, even if it wakes up, as long as there is Kurondo's black feather, Garm won't attack you."

Waddell's words made Angel unconsciously clenched the black feather in his hand.

After a while, Greve finally summoned up his courage and asked, "Wo... Your Highness Waddell, where is the passage you mentioned?"

"The passage is just below the place where Garmu sleeps, and it is the natural space pattern connecting the continent to the surface of the abyss. Because Garmu has the attribute of space, this place is not far from the burial pit of dead bones, so he chose to recuperate from his injuries here." .”

Angel looked at the floor of the basement, and there was indeed a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the pattern was covered by Garmu, which was enough to show how huge his body was.

"Then, then when will it wake up?" Grievu clutched his heart. Every time Garm snored, it was accompanied by rumbling thunder and released a large amount of death breath, which made Gerry Wu was very frightened, his heart beating like a drum.

"I'll wake up soon." Waddell flew into the basement slowly after answering Greewood's words.

Wardle's height is estimated to be more than [-] meters, but Bigarm is still a little bit small.I saw Waddell standing in front of Garmu, holding the scepter and tapping the ground lightly.

An invisible ripple-like air wave spread along with the position where the scepter was touched.

When the air wave passed by Garm, its tightly closed eyes slowly opened... With a crack, the dim red light flashed away, and the terrifying momentum swept across again. This time even Angel had to Take a few steps back.

However, Garmu only opened a crack, and then closed his eyes again.

Just when they thought that Garmu had fallen asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly came out: "Hey, old man, why are you waking me up if you don't stay outside?"

This voice did not come from Garmu's mouth, but from the top of Garmu's head.

A black shadow fell from above Garm's head, and came to Waddell quickly and flexibly.

Only then did everyone see that this talking black shadow was a miniature hellhound.It looks like a miniature version of Garm, but there is no flame on his body, the black hair is naturally fluffy, and the scarlet eyes are like the finest pigeon blood rubies.

"I'm going to send a few people to Molière."

The mini Cerberus turned its head to look at the door. Its eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and the backs of the people it saw felt faint chills. Finally, its eyes fixed on the black feather in Angel's hand.

"Kurondo actually gave his feathers to a human being." The mini hellhound muttered in a low voice, looking at Waddell: "Who are they?"

Wardle's mouth moved in a low voice, as if explaining to it.

As Waddell said, the mini hellhound looked at Angor suspiciously.

Angel couldn't hear what they were talking about, but if it was just explaining their identities, it shouldn't take so long, and they probably talked about other topics.

"Did you notice just now, it seems to be saying-wake up." Popota walked to Angel and said softly in the common language of mankind.

Angel nodded, understanding what Bobota meant.

In fact, from this "waking up", it can be seen that Wardell's previous rhetoric that he must wait for Garm to wake up before leaving is actually false.

Wardle can "wake up" Garm, so Garm can wake up from his deep sleep at any time.

Angor was even more convinced that if he did not agree to Wardell's request, Wardell would probably let Garm sleep until he was old.

After a long time, Waddell finally ended the conversation, and the mini hellhound suddenly turned into a black shadow, and came to Angel in an instant.

It stared at Angor curiously, and after a while, Angor only heard it mutter in a low voice: "It looks very weak...killing the true spirit? How did you do it..."

The mini hellhound walked around Angor. Although it didn't show its momentum, Angor still felt a creepy feeling.

After a while, the mini hellhound spit out a black fire without warning and flew towards Angor.

Angel was startled, and was about to use a defensive technique, but before he could make a move, the black fire circled around, got into the black feather in his hand, and disappeared.

The mini hellhound turned into a black shadow, turned and jumped back to Garmu's head.

"Okay, if he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, he just needs to go to Molière's Land with Kurondo's feathers, and I will be able to perceive it." After finishing speaking, the mini hellhound hit He yawned, and said to Wardell in a lazy tone: "I'm asleep, so don't bother me in the future."

After speaking, the mini hellhound disappeared, and Garmu, who was lying on the ground, snored loudly again.

Waddell came out from the basement at this time: "Jarmu has already remembered your aura, you go in with the black feather, and the underground space pattern will send you to Moliere. In the future, if you want to come in , you can also take out the black feather in Molière, Garmu will sense you."

Knowing that they could leave, Greewood and Bobota both showed joy in their eyes.

Angel nodded to Waddell: "Thank you."

"It's me who should be thankful. If there is no Your Excellency the Savior, I guess I will go down to accompany my old friend now." Wardell said with a light smile.

Angor glanced at Waddell, said no more, but turned his head and nodded to Greve and Popota, and walked towards the basement first.

But just after taking a step, Waddell suddenly said: "I almost forgot, and this."

As Waddell's voice fell, a faint radiance sprinkled on everyone.

The light fell on them and disappeared immediately.

"What is this?" Angel looked at the place where the light disappeared, but didn't feel anything.

"The outside world has noticed a lot of eyes from the Yuantan Continent, and these can temporarily conceal the aura of the Yuantan Continent on your body." Waddell explained.

Angel was stunned for a moment, but Waddell's words reminded him: "If we appear in Molière's place like this, it should also arouse suspicion?"

"Molière's place is very special, and I haven't noticed it yet." At this moment, Wardell suddenly raised his head, as if looking into the distant void. After a while, Wardell smiled and said: "However, Molière is now Liaidi is quite lively."

(End of this chapter)