苍狼之灵

Chapter seventy-seven: The Demon Wolf Changes Again

Bansen and the others exclaimed in surprise, "Hurry up, let's get out of here quickly, guards, guards

Astimus lifted a hand with a heavy expression and rapidly waved it in the air, reciting a string of spells from his mouth. A purple hexagram magic circle began to light up line by line in front of him.

With a loud bang, the huge stone slab flew into the air and then fell heavily, shattering into pieces. But the tall demon wolf had already stood proudly in the center of the hall, and stones fell on him, but he remained motionless.

Wu~~~~", a long howl slowly emanated from its mouth, and an astonishing wave of air swept countless stones, sand and dust, shooting fiercely in all directions. A golden halo appeared on its body again, swirling around its body at an increasing speed, like a deep vortex. Then, a thousand beams of dazzling light suddenly rose into the night, piercing through the rain curtain and soaring into the sky.

The beam of light kept spinning and moving, and the colors of the golden light and the golden halo surrounding the demon wolf's body constantly changed. Finally, they turned into a pure and sacred milky white color, reflecting the blue and faint hair on the demon wolf's body as if it had turned into a snow-white color. The faint hymn began to ring in everyone's ears.

Get close here, even if it's patrolling soldiers. You will quicken your pace and hurry over here, just like this place is full of plagues.

Because this is the residence of the magician Astimus, even though it looks no different from elsewhere. But this wizard always carries a dark aura of death, which makes any creature feel uncomfortable when they approach him. Perhaps only the Grand Duke who is willing to voluntarily restrain his aura and flatter those who approach him likes this wizard.

A light green ball suddenly appeared in the dark sky of the ancient building, flickering and drifting into the building. It floated along the old stairs towards the basement, which was dark and damp, emitting a strong smell of blood and stench. The wall and floor lamps were extremely dim.

The door is unlocked. Having lived here for over ten years, Astimus no longer needs to lock the door, and no one dares to enter his territory. The green ball floated into the deepest corner of the basement, where there were several sets of torture equipment, huge hooks hanging in the air with black blood stains that had already solidified on them, and a dirty set of bedding on the ground, as if someone lived there normally.

At the innermost part of the wall is a small room separated by an iron fence. Inside the niche, there is a small black jar. The green light ball floats above the jar and stops for a moment before sinking downwards, passing through the lid and sinking into the jar.

There was a wave in the air, and an angry voice roared, "I underestimated its power! What the hell is the Bright Holy Cult doing? They actually made a sacred demon wolf, damn it

The voice quieted down, and then chuckled softly, "Fortunately, I was on guard long ago. I used my blood as a guide and eighteen virgin blood as a shelter to make this soul altar. Hmph, if you destroy my body, I can still be resurrected. Now, I need to find a shelter. Wait until evening, I need darkness. The sun has already consumed too much of my energy... Hahaha, the person who offended me will never find peace in their soul. Wait, I will come back, I will definitely come back.

The sound gradually subsided, and only the dripping sound of water in the damp corners added a touch of terror to this eerie space.

There are not many generals and warriors in President Gibson's house, but they don't need to stand guard and patrol when the rainstorm is pouring. Most of them stay in the back residence. Gibson's yard is very large, and Jady's attack is like rainstorm thunder. By the time they heard the news, Jady had torn up the Astimos' and forced Gibson and others step by step.