[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Opening the attribute panel, the race column has changed. The bright "Demon Race" made Arthur silent for a while, and tried to fan the bone wings. The bones were immediately connected by a light film, emitting a faint purple light. .The wind resistance suddenly increased, and Arthur easily flew up from the blood-stained ground, and fell a little due to lack of strength. After using the remaining magic power to brush himself into two states, he was finally able to move freely. fly in the air.

The kitten lay on his shoulder, and with a "meow", Arthur suddenly remembered the little wings on its back, and lifted it up to check. The round, apricot-yellow cat's eyes seemed to have become lighter in color, resembling bright gold.He didn't worry about his physical condition at all, the long downy tail wrapped around Arthur's wrist, Arthur let it go, and it flung its small wings on its shoulders again.

The bangs affected his sight a bit, so Arthur flicked them casually, and began to explore the huge underground space. After a circle, he frowned slightly. I am afraid that the only exit is the place where he fell from above. magic.It would have been a good choice to use the magic pattern to detonate it, but the Mithril solution left in his hand was no longer enough to draw the detonated magic pattern.

Having cleared an area, Arthur burnt the ground, cleaned it, and was able to sit down and eat.The kitten was full, and slept in a ball under Arthur's coat. Arthur took off the coat, and went to the mountain of wreckage by himself, trying to dissect one to see what the alienated thing was.

"Cough...cough cough..." The pile of corpses moved suddenly, and Arthur got up immediately, fearing that it might be a residual demon seed.The blood-stained hand was stretched out forcefully. The scene looked like a movie involving ghosts. The owner of the hand struggled and finally pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him, and he was out of breath.

Arthur saw his face clearly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"... Molière?"

Molière raised his head when he heard the sound, and the lower end of the fortified bone wings first came into view. Because there was no need to fly, it was not covered with light film, and it became more and more sharp and craggy.He slowly raised his head, halfway through, the other party had already squatted down, the slightly dull silver-gray hair complemented the bone wings, and the bright light purple eyes became the only bright color.

Like a keel bathed in moonlight, the eyes are still burning with purple phosphorous fire. In the strange and strange scene, there is an indescribable majesty and charm.

【ash. 】

The trembling soul confided the opponent's title to him. The innate level suppression of the demons made him unable to make a gesture of resistance. He bowed his head respectfully as much as possible.

"Yes, I am Molière, Molière of [Twilight]."

What is the use of adding an attributive?Arthur didn't understand it at all, but his expression remained calm. He nodded and pulled the other party up from the ground.Molière staggered a few steps and barely stood still. The place where his skin touched was a little hot. He wanted to withdraw his hand immediately, but in the end, for some reason, he remained silent.

"Hmm..." A slight groan sounded, Arthur and Molière looked in the same direction at the same time, a woman they both knew struggled out of the pile of corpses, the robes on her body became tattered, more veiled I can't help but have a hot body.

Arthur picked up the kitten and hugged it in his arms, and threw the robe to Vera, who was weak. The three of them were all people who successfully fused the demons. Under the current bad situation, they should watch and help each other.Vera took his outer robe, looked at Arthur who was only wearing a single shirt and supported Molière with one hand, and curled her lips.

"You're so delicate, Molière..." One sentence made Molière's face bruised, and Vera wrapped her robe tightly around her body, and said with a leisurely smile, "We also escaped death by a narrow margin. Come down...what are you going to do?"

She looked in Arthur's direction with a solemn expression, "I'm an illusion mage under the Dark Temple. I knew about this selection of priests through some channels. I thought it was a great opportunity, but..."

"Now it's a blessing in disguise. Humans are annoying, so it's not bad to change to demons." Vera smiled and looked at Arthur expectantly, "Where's your name?"

In the face of such a hot and beautiful beauty, few men can maintain a normal heart, but Arthur didn't even lift his eyes, walking in countless time and space, he saw too many beauties, and there were also deliberate temptations, saying Scenes that could make Sario explode in minutes were presented before his eyes, and there was no trace of desire in the eyes he looked at Vera.

Clear, majestic light purple eyes with a vertical line of pupils, coupled with a pair of horns on the head that are darker than the hair color, instantly deduce the charm and indecency of the demons into solemnity.

"Melverde." Arthur nodded, announced his name in the game, looked at the two of them, and pondered for a while, "Your appearance seems...there hasn't been any change."

Vera and Molière looked at each other, except for the pupils, their bodies didn't change much, it's just...

"From just now, I've felt itchy on my back." Molière said honestly, and then he glanced at the bone wings on Arthur's back with envy or hesitation.

"Are we... are we going to grow wings too?"

Don't say it like it's a bad thing!At least I can fly, okay? !

"You are probably still in the process of transformation." Arthur glanced at them. Molière already had a small horn on his head, and he wanted to touch it all the time. "Don't touch it randomly, what if it grows crooked?"

Molière didn't dare to do anything again, and the image of Arthur as omniscient and omnipotent was preliminarily established in the hearts of the two of them.Molière and Vera took the food from Arthur and filled their stomachs first, and then the three discussed countermeasures in the dark underground.

"Can't you go out?" Vera frowned. "It's a pity that I'm an illusion mage. It's really hard to justify the lethality against non-humans, Molière?"

"If I had learned powerful dark spells, I would not have participated in the so-called selection of priests." Molière was also helpless, "The material of the temple is a very special stone, which cannot be corroded by ordinary dark magic at all. It is useless to rely on me." of."

Vera said "what do I need you for?"

Arthur's eyes turned to the pile of corpses. Although the mana was not enough, he could use some simple magic patterns to absorb it. The two npcs in front of him that seemed to have a lot of mana were useless.His gaze chilled the two of them, but half an hour later, he obediently stood in the center of the magic pattern.

The surge of magical power made Arthur slightly regain the feeling of the past. There seemed to be invisible threads between his fingers. The corpses that had been dead for a long time moved, and their flesh and blood automatically faded away, leaving only the severe bones.Arthur spread his bone wings and flew in mid-air, so he could have a better view of the audience.

Soul fires danced in the eyes of the manipulated bones. They dismantled the corpses of their companions who could not move and used them as weapons. They piled up a high triangular pile like locusts and began to dig the stone wall above.

Amidst the creepy sound of bones rubbing against each other, the demon's short hair was cold and silver-gray. He stared at the skeletons that moved like worker ants indifferently, with a very calm expression, as if he had seen this scene thousands of times.

According to traditional thinking, dark magic is not a righteous way, especially undead magic.To make the dead restless and the living full of resentment, almost everyone will evaluate undead magic with some kind of hidden malice. Undead magic is a natural disaster and ominous... Unfortunately, in Arthur's eyes, this is the most useful.

As long as there are bones, it can be used anywhere, far better than basic elemental magic.

It is most useful when attacking a city. All the casualties of the opponent will be turned into one's own combat power. As long as the magic power is enough, you can continue to fight endlessly.In the reincarnation world, Arthur has captured the enemy's city more than once.After each battle, he would walk among the bone dust on the ground. Only when he was crushed into this form, would the bones truly lose their combat power, like ashes that finally fell silent.

The word [Ash] fell gently, and suddenly a gray light and shadow floated in the air, without substance, but buried the ground as if it could be stacked.The blood of the demon race began to boil in his body, manic and dark.Arthur doesn't hate this feeling, because his level began to rise rapidly, and finally fixed at [-], and the upper limit of magic power finally broke through [-]. Compared with npc mages like Molière and Vera, it was still lacking, but for Arthur Enough said!

With a sound of "咻", the fire spirit dragged its long tail to cut through the darkness and hit the stone wall heavily. Finally, he no longer had enough magic power, and happily activated the high-level magic.The originally round fireball was elongated by him into a sharp fire cone. This ability to transform magic is really amazing.

There were hundreds of fire cones that were stationary in the air, and all of them rushed towards the stone wall crazily under Arthur's control. They plunged into an area and then stirred rapidly. When they were about to dissipate, they all exploded. Molière and Vera were stunned. Forced to prop up the shield, he finally didn't let himself end up with a dusty face. The vibrating sound of "rumbling" seemed to trigger the mechanism below, and the magic pattern on the wall was revealed, but when it was about to play a role, it was violently smashed one by one, a large piece of rubble rolled down on the wall, and the purple eyes of the demon race It glowed slightly in the dark, and looked extremely excited.

He has been suppressed for too long, and this dark underground is not a place where he can stay for a long time. He has to rush out before the dark church reacts, and he has to leave Dakers City in a short time, whether it is going west into the central desert , or go south to enter the territory of the Church of Light, both are good choices.

He had just accepted the identity of the Demon Race, and the information given to him by the system was a bit vague. In addition to the substantial improvement in various qualities and levels, he also gave hints from his companions.It would be better for Arthur to get together the seven monarchs predicted in the prophecy and build a main city belonging to the demon clan. Even in the later stage, he could challenge the light camp openly and gain greater benefits from the war.

This is not the only stronghold of the Dark Church to transform aliens, other places are also activated at the same time. Under the huge death and alienation base, new demons must be born.

The gravel kept falling, Arthur stretched out a huge shield, calculated the consumption of mana, put the kitten into his arms, Molière with his left hand and Vera with the right, at the moment when the stone wall was completely broken, the bone wings stretched out. Flew out, outside - there are church believers waiting in full battle.

The demons narrowed their purple eyes.