Chapter 2019 Shadow Behind the Corner

Ifig stared with pale eyes and roared wildly. Although the fleshy tentacles growing from the broken limbs had not yet taken shape, they began to wrap together rapidly, like a twist of multiple muscles, trying to resist the invisible silent killing by increasing density.

However, what would happen even if he resisted one or two attacks?

Even though Ifig's broken limbs regenerated at an incredible speed, his resistance still did not cause any splashes under Rhine's absolute strength.

With a loud bang, the spherical demon on Ifig's head turned into debris, and Ifig's head also drew a parabola in the air, falling three times, and finally fell in front of Rhine.

His mouth was still open, revealing sharp teeth; a trace of foul-smelling green liquid flowed from his pale eyes.

Although he looked ferocious, at this last moment, Rhine and Sanders saw a bit of transcendence.

Sanders vaguely remembered that man with azure blue hair, with his beautiful eyes like gemstones, showing a haughty look. But at this time, Iphig no longer had the capital to be arrogant, and became a wreck that would never rest in peace.

When Iphig's head began to slowly turn into a dim light spot, like black smoke dispersing and blending into the darkness, there was an inexplicable sense of ritual that the dust had settled.

Perhaps, this was the best relief for Iphig.

As Iphig disappeared, the air fell into silence for more than ten seconds. After a long time, Rhine sighed deeply.

"Iphig is a wizard in the Song of the Deep Sea who is rarely tainted with the resentment of the other world. Even though he has a cold personality, he is also a person who can be befriended. It's a pity." Rhine looked at the place where Iphig's head disappeared, with a trace of compassion in his eyes: "This time I came in, I didn't expect that the goal has not been achieved, and the first intelligence I got was a tragedy."

"It seems that I didn't feel his soul?" Sanders asked.

Rhine nodded: "His soul should have been gathered when he was refined into a stitched corpse demon, and it is very likely in the hands of the manipulator behind the stitching of this corpse demon."

When mentioning the manipulator behind the scenes, Rhine and Sanders' expressions were not very good. The existence that can stitch corpse demons is definitely not a low-intelligence existence. And in the nightmare world, the existence with a little wisdom is not easy to deal with.

Now they just hope that this manipulator behind the scenes will not appear.

Thinking of this, Rhine looked back at the gate of the ruins. Behind the gate, the ten-meter passage that can be seen is very quiet at this time, without any abnormality. Even the flames on the candlesticks on both sides are as calm as before.

This kind of calmness made Rhine feel a little relieved.

However, too much calmness also made Rhine feel a little unreal. Even so many monsters appeared outside the passage. Is it really possible that the ruins can remain so quiet?

Rhine temporarily put this mood behind his mind and didn't want to think about it. Then, he slowly walked forward a few steps. Although the stitched corpse demon represented by Ifig had disappeared, there were still remains of the spherical demon on the ground.

The spherical demon seemed to be really not swallowed by the darkness.

Rhine did not think about why at this time, but pointed to the ground casually, and the remains of the spherical demon slowly floated into the air.

The almost unreasonable increase in the spherical demon made Rhine curious about this strange creature. However, now is definitely not the time to study the spherical demon. Rhine plans to collect some spherical demon remains and study them with Du Martin after returning.

Of course, it would be best if the living body of the spherical demon could be collected.

Rhine raised his head and looked at the darkness in front of him... But, I wonder if there will be any living bodies of the spherical demon later?

Just as Rhine was thinking about the spherical demon in his heart, suddenly, he seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply.

Sanders also sensed a dangerous signal, which made every inch of his skin tense, and the hair on his skin began to stand up, as if there was an unprecedented sign of danger approaching him!

"... That's the feeling!" Sanders' expression suddenly changed. The last time he was observing the passage and saw the pair of leather shoes, he had the same feeling!

Danger, warning, as if a great terror was about to come.

Sanders first glanced at Rhine, wanting to remind Rhine. However, Rhine had obviously noticed it. His expression was very solemn and serious, and his eyes were fixed on the back of the ruins gate.

Sanders saw that Rhine had noticed the abnormality, and he also looked at the ruins gate.

It was still calm inside, and there was no change in the short ten-meter scene. However, the candlelight on both sides seemed to begin to sway.

It seemed that a gust of wind blew from the nearly right-angled turning passage.

"Take Angel out." Although Rhine was talking to Sanders, his eyes were fixed on the passage behind the gate.

Even though there was no sign of danger now, Sanders knew that when he saw the danger, it would be too late.

Thinking of this, Sanders grabbed Angel's shoulder without hesitation: "Open the door, retreat!"

Angel was still immersed in the control of his mental power and had no idea what was happening outside. Because of his concentrated control, he arrived behind the door a minute earlier than expected, and he even saw the magic pattern image behind the door.

Just as Angel was looking for a corner representing the "map" in the magic pattern, Sanders' voice suddenly came into his ears.

Angel was stunned for half a second, and then came back to his senses. He naturally understood that Sanders's "opening the door" was not to ask him to push open the door of the ruins, but to ask him to use the door of illusion to retreat to the entrance of the passage and leave the ruins.

Although Angel felt regretful, because he could see the situation of the magic pattern clearly in half a minute at most; but no matter how regretful he was, he had no intention of refutation.

Because he knew very well that being alive was more important than anything else.

Thinking of this, Angel did not hesitate and quickly withdrew his mental tentacles from the door, and at the same time, he was ready to activate the door model on the mental model.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came out.

"Oh, oh, humans really don't know how to appreciate. Even my cute little pet can be killed by you. It really makes me feel distressed~" This is a slightly sharp voice, speaking the common language with a strange accent.

As the voice came out, a strange shadow dragged by the fire gradually appeared at the corner of the ten-meter passage behind the door.

At the same time, a pair of leather shoes appeared at the corner and were walking out.

It was the pair of leather shoes that Sanders saw at the beginning. They looked very simple, but extremely strange.