Leopard of another world

Three figures walked out of the dark secret passage, and the magic circle on the ground emitted a dark red light, and their faces were distorted into strange and hideous shapes in the light and shadow.

"Are they going to start? The magic circle seems to have been completely filled with animal blood." Lance said in good spirits: "Hey, you can't be a little nervous, you must know that your body is still lying there, look Get up and die."

Lance raised his chin and nudged at the black cat lying in the triangle of the magic circle. The black cat was lying limply on the ground, and blood was falling drop by drop into the groove of the magic circle along the catheter inserted into its body.

The valet folded his arms and didn't look worried at all.

Lance was a little bored, and the next moment he squatted down and approached Alice, with great interest: "Look, that's your favorite brother, he's so handsome in the gray robe today, isn't he, you can smell that low-grade smell from a long distance away. The rancid smell of necromancers."

Alice's eyes seemed to put a hole through him.

Lance didn't mind, and looked at the angry noble lady with a pleasant face: "The magic circle is about to start, and who will be the sacrifice of this undead magic is really curious." After finishing speaking, he patted his trouser legs He stood up and looked at the three people standing in front of the magic circle with great interest.

The old Earl Gran was standing tremblingly on crutches, beside the Alice puppet made by the black panther with black magic, the necromancer was busy with his head down, he squatted down to check the blood in the groove, and was satisfied after a while He stood up and signaled the old Earl Gran and Alice to stand on the edge of the magic circle with him.

He closed his eyes, murmured words, and gradually a fanatic expression appeared on his face.

Lance yawned: "How long will he be like this? He's been reading for at least 10 minutes. Is this undead magic so difficult? It's obviously because of his poor ability."

The necromancer couldn't hear his words. After 1 minute, the magic circle finally responded. The dark red light in the blood tank gradually rose, forming a translucent cylinder. The dark energy in the air became thicker and thicker. Accumulated to an astonishing concentration.

"Oh, I'm starting to get excited, it's so rare!" Lance's eyes widened, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Alice's cheeks blushing, who was tied up in a ball.

The necromancer's lips stopped moving, and he opened his eyes. He didn't know that there were three pairs of eyes staring motionlessly in the dark at this moment. He looked at the two relatives who shared the same blood with him without any trace.

Earl Gran looked at his son with cloudy eyes, and there was a knowing look between the two, and the old earl grinned in satisfaction.

The necromancer stretched out his skinny hand, suddenly revealed a secretive and joyful smile, and gently pushed forward——

"Hey, little leopard, you lost!" Lance's eyes lit up, looking at the old Earl Grann who fell into the magic circle and couldn't hide his astonishment, he almost applauded: "Oh, what a great love, isn't it! The loser What should I do, let me think about it—"

Lance's voice stopped abruptly, and he saw the necromancer throw the puppet Alice into the magic circle.

"What the hell is he trying to do? Is it so difficult for me to win the bet once?"

Lance's expression at this moment is as distorted as that of the old Earl Gran who fell into the magic circle. The boiled duck just flew away. This sense of loss made him not want to suppress the anger in his heart: "Even if his soul is [-]% in line with Create the conditions for a strong subordinate, but I still hate him, you know I thought I could win the first bet in my life!"

Lance frowned dissatisfiedly, seeing Miss Alice's face covered with tears, her beautiful eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

"I suddenly sympathize with you, poor lady." Lance patted her on the shoulder comfortingly: "No one thought he would throw you both in, did they? Although I don't know why he did it. "

"Reshaping the body of the necromancer required the sacrifice of the lives of two close relatives, and he deceived everyone from the beginning."

Lance froze, and turned his head like a ghost: "Can you talk?!"

The servant looked at him, that look was damn tempting: "When did I say I can't speak?"

Lance: "Then why haven't you spoken!"

The manservant raised the corner of his mouth, half-smile: "Because it's funny how you look at a loss."

Lance: "..."

Lance, who was obviously depressed, decided to ignore the face that deserved to be beaten. He looked at the magic circle fiercely, and the skins of the puppets Alice and the old Earl Gran in the red beam of light quickly began to rot, and the screams filled the whole place. In the air, the necromancer stood on the edge of the magic circle, smiling like a demon crawling out of hell.

He couldn't laugh for long, Lance thought maliciously, that Miss Alice is a fake, and the magic circle will not succeed.

The old Earl Gran rolled and wailed in the magic circle, flesh and blood fell from his body piece by piece, and a venomous light shot out of his eyes.

Suddenly, the old earl let out a strange gurgling sound from his throat, and he twisted and crawled towards the necromancer.

No one expected that the old Earl Gran still had the strength to crazily crawl to the edge of the magic circle, stretched out the top of the crutch in his hand, and quickly hooked the necromancer's ankle at a speed that he could never achieve in his life. , pulled back suddenly——

The weak mage who lacked physical exercise was unlucky enough to be pulled into the running magic circle, and the old Duke Gran crawled out with his rotting body and hands and feet.

I'm afraid that old thing has never passed so fast in his life - Lance curled his lips disapprovingly, he absolutely refused to admit that he was watching with relish.

What happened next was a big reversal. Once the magic circle started to run, it could not be stopped. The dark power in the air swelled to the extreme. Reshaping the body of the old Earl Gran, an ordinary human, only needed the life of a loved one. The necromancer happened to be Perfectly filled this vacancy.

Unfortunately, the necromancer who fell into the magic circle encountered the strongest power of the magic circle. Before he even had time to move, he turned into a pile of dry bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, and shattered into flying ashes all over the place.

After the sacrifice was completed, the magic circle began to dissipate. The reborn old Earl Gran looked at his brand new body happily, threw away the crutch in his hand, and laughed.

Lance frowned, wishing to gamble on that stinking mouth that made a harsh laugh.

He suddenly realized a very serious problem, turned around and grabbed the servant's collar and stared: "Wait, the necromancer is dead, what should we do with the soul we need?! It's not like watching a scene and returning in vain." Bar!"

The manservant pointed to Alice, and Lance looked along, seeing the pale lady with an unusually ferocious and distorted expression, and the hatred in her eyes was so strong that it could corrode everything.

"It's a beautiful soul color, isn't it?" The servant's voice rang in Lance's ear in a low voice, like wine that had been stored for a hundred years, damn nice.

Lance was dazzled by the voice, and when he woke up, he met the servant's half-smiling eyes, and then he realized that he was held in the arms of the servant, with his back tightly pressed against his chest.

Suddenly recalling a bad memory, Lance pushed the servant away with a green face, gave him a vicious look, and then turned to look at Alice.

Alice's soul is wrapped in thick darkness, almost filled with hatred and despair, it is simply beautiful.

"She will definitely be a powerful subordinate." Lance murmured, his eyes became brighter and brighter: "If the color is darker, it will be more perfect! Did you catch her attention from the beginning, little leopard? "

There was a chuckle from behind, and Lance saw the servant step forward and caress Miss Alice's cheek almost tenderly.

"Your brother doesn't love you, otherwise how could he push you into the magic circle, oh, even though it's a fake you."

Miss Alice was shocked, and Lance found that the color of her soul was darker.

"But you love him, you love your own brother hopelessly." The servant looked at Alice deeply, and his voice was almost murmured: "But he died, killed by your father, what should you do?"

Alice's eyes became slack and confused, and the male servant returned to his usual indifferent appearance, untied Alice's restraint, and stuffed something into her hand.

It was a sharp dagger.

"Good boy, think about it, the murderer who killed your lover is right in front of you, what should you do?" the servant's voice was full of temptation.

Miss Alice's face turned pale bit by bit, her eyes showed an abnormal expression, and finally turned blood red, full of madness.

"what--!"

Miss Alice crazily rushed towards the old Earl Gran who was standing in the open space and was still smiling complacently. The servant quickly snapped his fingers to remove their disguise, admiring the old Earl maliciously when he saw three people appearing out of thin air. face.

The expression on that face finally froze in horror. The dagger in Miss Alice's hand was precisely inserted into the old earl's heart, and a large amount of blood gushed out. In the blood mist, Lance saw Alice's soul. The last bit of white, also disappeared.

Pure black, so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

There was a sudden weight on his shoulder, Lance turned his head, and the black cat lay lazily on his shoulder, licking its paw.

Looking back, the body of the male servant was lying on the ground, motionless, and his chest no longer rose or fell.

"Welcome back." Lance pulled the black cat's tail maliciously, feeling satisfied that the induction of the soul contract has returned: "You still look more pleasing to the eye."

The black cat tilted its head to look at him, then suddenly leaned forward, licked his lips quickly, and retreated back to take a nap.

"You—" Lance gave the black cat a hard look, and found that he didn't dislike the black cat's behavior. Of course, changing to a human form is another matter.

He stretched himself out, and looked at Alice who was kneeling on the ground and stabbing the old earl's body like chopping flesh with a knife: "Then, let's harvest mature souls..."

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After the magic pool boiled for a while, a woman with a graceful figure came out enchantingly, and came to Lance in style, bent down to support the armrest of the chair, her full red lips were almost touching his lips.

"Dear master, please use Alice to your heart's content, you are welcome."

The black panther lying beside Lance suddenly stood up, rushed to Lance, and forcibly interrupted the friendly communication between the new subordinate and His Majesty.

"Oh, what a domineering guy, I would be jealous of such a strong desire for dominance." Alice covered her mouth and chuckled, and bowed gracefully to Lance: "I, Alice, represent the necromancer family to His Majesty offers absolute loyalty."

"I accept." Lance smiled slowly, stroking the panther's head.