League of Legends Invades Another World

I don’t know how long it has been, a hazy black mist gradually hovered beside Kadir, twisting and squirming like a living thing, and then infiltrated the fresh corpse bit by bit, as if sucking blood, slowly. Melt slowly in the blood.

Snapped!

Crimson flames burned suddenly on the walls, shining on the dimly-lit chamber, withered and rotting corpses piled up in the corners, and dried up blood could be seen everywhere.

One of the most eye-catching is the red-black statue with the appearance of a Gothic gargoyle standing in the center of the secret room. From human eyes, this statue that has been eroded for a long time looks strange and ugly.

Gazing deeply at the scarlet and black statue, Kadir casually threw the corpse dragged in his hand, the scarlet life energy exploded, and the already shattered corpse instantly exploded, and blood spilled like a rain curtain into the secret room.

Wow!

In an instant, the dusty ground surged with red lines, and the red blood roads covered the ground like chaotic brushstrokes painted by red paintbrushes. A strong evil feeling filled the air, vaguely singing inexplicable words. Epic hymn.

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

After hearing the reputation, Kadir locked the withered and rotten corpses in the corner of the wall, and a trembling figure slowly stood up, and the four chains that were as thick as arms trembled behind him, firmly yelling the figure that stood up, and the sharp lock pierced it. The limbs are steely.

"Well, let me think about it, you have been here twice in this month, plus this time, it's the third time, eh? It seems that what happened to you?"

A gloomy expression appeared on his face, and Kadir wandered to the corner, his gaze fell on the old man covered in black robe, the folds and dragging skin made the scalp numb, and the red spots were like some kind of rune engraved on the surface of the skin.

Bang!

With scarlet energy wrapped around his right hand, Kadir picked up the black-robed old man with one hand, staring at those chaotic eyes and said: "The contract you once said can really get eternal power?"

"contract?"

The old man in the black robe shrugged his head, and started slightly after hearing the contract. There was a faint black mist in his chaotic eyes, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Have you not felt it? In equal transactions, you can gain as much power as you pay."

"The contract is just to add some binding terms on this basis, so as to give the parties to the contract a truly fair transaction."

"Binding force, are you sure?" Kadir finally asked his inner question, not to blame him for being so careful, there are too many warnings about demons and demons in countless historical records.

But the previous gains have made him obsessed with ‘fair’ transactions, eager for tyrannical power, and eager to prove himself.

"Of course, Master Kadir, you have to believe me. For the sake of saving my life, I am helping you without reservation." The black robe old man broke free of Kadir's hand lock, gasped for a few breaths, and bowed. .

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

Struggle, confusion, and hatred alternately appeared on Kadir’s hideous face. He spread his hands weakly and turned to look at the center of the red circle. The cold and ruthless red-black statue, whose crimson wings spread out, seemed to be in the middle of the red circle. Vibrate slightly.

In the hazy environment, Qadier vaguely saw the imposing father stepping down the upper seat, and seeing the graceful mother gently smiling. The Reese family made another brilliant success in his hands.

Then a cringing figure slowly walked out of the darkness, the black mist receded, revealing the face of ‘Mordrian’, and a mockery appeared on that disgusting face, silently despising him.

Cough! Cough!

Sticky black blood flowed along the palm of the hand on the weak arm, the old man in black robe suppressed his voice, and the faint smile filled his horrible face.

It’s ridiculous to say that, as a devil bloodborn who signed a contract, a devil priest with the strength of a wizard, if it were not for Agnes who had encountered the power temple, how could he have fallen into such a situation and be killed by a viscount? The son is imprisoned here, and even entrusts the power of the devil. (Agnes Rodney, one of the eight cardinal archbishops of the Temple of Power.)

"But, coming soon! The believers of the shadows, as companions, follow the glory of the Lord together!"

Devil believers and demon believers have many similarities. They both sacrifice souls or flesh and blood to please certain powerful existences in all layers of the abyss, thereby gaining the ability to summon demons and demons to fight for themselves.

Perhaps compared to higher-level professionals, they themselves are not strong, and even because they have been corroded by the abyss or **** for a long time, they have negative states such as mutation, deformity, weakness, etc., but they are far stronger than low-level professionals.

However, compared with the demon Chi Guoguo's plot, the style of killing if one word is inconsistent, analogous to the ice dwarf clan of Lakstark Fortress, it was destroyed by the demon lord soul controller Stewart.

The devil in the abyss prefers to use contracts to lure mortals into depravity~www.NovelMTL.com~ For mortals, these contracts seem to bring them some sense of security on the surface. 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 the believer is swallowed with no scum.

The irony is that these two methods are not even considered cultivation methods, and they will lose their souls, but they are the most helpless and effective way of revenge when countless mortals are desperate or forced into desperation.

Even most low-level professionals can't avoid falling into it. Only a few determined ascetics can avoid the temptation of demons and demons.

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

"Shadow Side Scripps?"

Kadir woke up from a trance, a faint black mist wrapped around the corners of his eyes, like eyeshadow that had not dispersed for a long time, stagnating on the surface of the skin.

He stared at the weird and ugly red-black statue standing in the center of the circle, thinking of all the things that had happened recently, the restless desire filled his soul and set off stormy waves.

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

Turning his head and looking down at the half-bow old man in black robe, Kadir said in a cold voice that he already knew what the other party was thinking.

The changes in Perris Castle, the pressure from the northern part of the kingdom, and the fundamental changes he seeks, will haunt him in his sleep at night, suppressing him so much that he can't breathe.

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