The Dog Rider is the Demon King

When he was stopped by several apprentice knights in front of the monastery, Brent raised his eyebrows without saying anything, and those apprentice knights started to freeze from their feet.The ice spread very fast, and before the trainee knights had time to react, only one head was left to move freely.

Ron stepped forward to push open the heavy door, and Star was a little surprised by the sight in the monastery.The entire monastery showed a strange lifelessness from the inside to the outside. The slow-paced nuns walked like precision machinery. The movements of each nun were the same, even if it was as small as the distance of the step and the angle of the arm. All are exactly the same.In the open space in front of the monastery building, there are birch trees unique to West City, but each birch tree is entangled with thick and unknown vines, and there are large leaves growing on the vines. Under the cover of these vines Under the sun, the branches and leaves of the birch tree are extremely weak, and the color is also slightly yellow.

Some of the white powder wall had peeled off, exposing the gray-black gravel inside.The dry and thin ivy climbed along the mottled wall, as if the old man who was about to die was longing for God to give him a few days to see this glorious world.The blue-gray tiles on the roof are also somewhat faded, looking deep and shallow, and there are slender weeds growing between the tiles, swaying left and right in the wind and rain.Weeds are also growing on the base of the wall, and they are already at the same level as the windows on the first floor. The color is not like the beautiful pale green in the garden outside. It looks a little yellow and thin, like a handful of malnourished people. The child with bones complains that his bones hurt every day, and he obviously doesn't have enough to eat, but he still keeps smoking.

The stained glass in the windows was not so bright, but dull and yellow.The window frame is not the original color, the color of the paint painted on the outside is somewhat faded, and some places are simply peeled off piece by piece, revealing the original color of the wood.The window frame still bears the traces left by fresh bugs, and it is covered with clear wormholes one after another.

Due to the rain, the sky was dim, but there was no light to be seen inside the monastery, it was just a blur, as if everything was shrouded in heavy shadows, and one couldn't help but want to find out.

The gloomy clouds in the sky are constantly gathering together, and the rain is continuous, like the Milky Way breaking its embankment and the Vewa River hanging upside down.The rain drenched the black headscarves and black robes of every nun, but they still maintained their unhurried pace, walking in the established direction step by step.

Except for the rough and sharp "creaking" sound produced by the rusty door shafts rubbing against each other at the moment when the door of the monastery was pushed open, the only thing that was quiet in the whole monastery was the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. There was the sound of torrential rain falling in a puddle.As for the friction between the fabric of the nun's clothes, or the sound of walking or even breathing, there is no such thing as a deserted city, like a huge ruin from the inside to the outside.

If it weren't for the nuns in front of him, everyone was walking forward step by step, Star really doubted that there were no living people in the monastery in front of him.

In such a situation, Brent and Ron held their breath subconsciously, without making any sound.

As soon as he walked into the gate of the monastery, all the nuns who were walking stopped, turned their heads to the door, their eyes slowly focused, and then stared at them

There was no difference in their expressions, but Brent felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen someone like this before.

Suddenly Brent thought of the maid who served him tea in Watson's study, the perfect textbook-like movements, and the impeccable expression on his face.

There were also those magic puppets who were unconscious in the ruined mine of Domi City and only knew how to repeat spells mechanically.

Brent's face turned pale all of a sudden, as if he had eaten a fly.

But soon he didn't have time to be upset, because the nuns rushed over.Ron quickly threw the umbrella aside, drew out his sword, and shielded it in front of Brent.

Brent unhurriedly took out his wand and muttered something.All the raindrops around him condensed into ice in an instant, countless tiny ice cones were suspended around him, and the sharp edges and corners shone with cold light.Brent waved his wand as if conducting a grand symphony, with a solemn expression on his face.

Those ice picks also moved in the air following Brent's movements, like a well-regulated minuet, moving in a fixed position, and constantly swaying.

Brent looked at the huge crystal crystal on the wand in his hand, closed his eyes, and smiled helplessly.This is what he put on when he went out this morning. This spar is the best in his collection, and he didn't expect that he would use it right away.

The magic wand in his hand landed suddenly, and circles of silver-white ripples spread out from the center of his feet, just like a big stone was suddenly thrown into the calm and calm water, and circles of silver-white waves kept rushing towards the shore and go.There is a not-so-small magic circle under Brent's feet, but it is dark blue, and it is really hard to see clearly. Only those places where the waves pass by can use the silver-white shimmer brought by these waves of magic to see. Get to know his true face.

The icicles in the air moved, and shot out in all directions like sharp arrows, almost completely sinking into the bodies of the nuns, but it didn't stop the nuns who were slowly approaching them, and didn't even slow down their footsteps.

"It's a puppet again." Brent gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but clenched his right hand, which was tightly grasping the wand, even tighter, and the veins on his white and tender hand bulged.

Ron felt the endless ice picks around Brent, and immediately installed a one-handed shield on his left forearm, and immediately rushed into the middle of the puppet nuns, slashing left and right, targeting the nuns' fragile necks.The saber in his hand was extremely sharp, and soon many heads rolled around on the ground expressionlessly, and were trampled beyond recognition.The most amazing thing is that there is not a drop of blood on the neck, but there is a disgusting smell.

Brent, who had just smelled this smell, immediately felt nauseated, and the ice cones gathered around him immediately shattered into rain and fell.Brent quickly covered his nose with his hands, frowned tightly, and refocused on the wand in his hand.

The magic circle on the ground was full of brilliance, and several symbols in the middle changed quietly.The rain came towards him in all directions, and condensed into three sharp skates around him, one surrounded him, and the other two flew to the other side to hack at the crowd. The wound that was just caused on the nun immediately Condensation, a thick layer of ice crystals freezes on the surface of the wound, preventing any smell from escaping.

Although Brent was not very good at controlling the two flying skates, he was not very good at it, so he didn't cause any serious casualties. At most, he cut off his arms or legs, and he could only treat these nuns who didn't feel pain. Create a little hindrance.

Finally, under the attacks of Brent and Ron, the number of nuns was reduced by one-tenth, and pieces of stumped limbs were randomly piled up all over the floor. Unidentified liquids of black or other colors flowed out from the pieces of meat, soaking them. this piece of land.

At this moment, Star finally finished reciting a long and lengthy incantation. If it wasn't for the sudden smell that disturbed his mind, Star's spell would be recited faster.At first, Star didn't understand why Ron rushed directly into the middle of the nuns and attacked directly, but combined with the fact that Brent didn't have a "puppet again" that could control the volume, Star immediately responded and summoned the wand to recite the spell.

As the last word of the incantation fell, a half-purple and half-red magic circle was revealed at the foot of Sta. The purple half was flashing with lightning, and the red half was dancing with flames.A bolt of lightning shot out from the spar of Star's wand, quickly split into several pieces, and sank into the bodies of the nearest puppets. Those puppets stood still in an instant and exploded.

However, at the same time as the explosion, a dark red flame flew out from Star's wand, directly burning those fragments into ashes, which were wetted by the rain and fused with the land.

For a moment, dark purple lightning and dark red flames flickered alternately in front of the monastery, which also gave the two swirling skates a sense of mystery.

The rainwater close to Brent was all condensed into ice cones, just floating around him, ready to go.

Brent's face was expressionless, but the tight lips and the paleness of his face proved that he was very bad.At the same time, Sta's face, which was drenched all over, didn't look very good. Although he wasn't at the end of his battle, it wasn't much better.

Although releasing magic to maintain the existence of the ice blade uses the surging elements in the spar, it is Brent's mental power that manipulates these elements.How strong the magic can be released means how strong his mental power is.So for the two mid-level magicians, using magic for a long time has almost bottomed out their spiritual power.

It is true that this can increase mental power, but in the final analysis, using up such a high intensity of mental power is not the best way to increase mental power, or even a good way.Now they have no choice, or they face death.

Fortunately, everything is drawing to a close.

The last nun fell, and the two mid-level magicians who tried their best stood there tremblingly, supporting their wands.Ron sighed, reciting the spell silently, a ball of flame ignited in his hand, fluttering and falling on the corpses all over the ground, burning blazingly.

After finishing the cleaning work, Ron immediately rushed to Brent's side to help him up. He looked at Brent's pale face with distressed eyes, and the rain-soaked hair tightly attached to his head. He glanced at him with disgust. An umbrella covered in an unknown liquid.Get out a new umbrella and spread it open.Carrying Brent up carefully, he said softly, "I'm sorry for making Your Highness suffer."

Brent said nothing, lifted his head from Ron's shoulder, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Go in and have a look, and see if you can find their real hiding place." Brent closed his eyes and rested for a while, and said these words weakly.

Naturally, Ron had no objection, and immediately stepped into the monastery. Star turned around and closed the heavy monastery gate, and then followed them and walked into the monastery gate.

The author has something to say:

Ah, there's no dialogue in this chapter, it's mainly about action scenes and atmosphere...I don't know how to write battle scenes, so the focus is on atmosphere and psychological description.I'm trying to flesh out my fight scenes, but I just don't get the point.

Maybe you can watch Romance of the Three Kingdoms?But I can't stand it.Or Journey to the West is also possible, ah ah ah ah ah, why not copy.

By the way, it was just a complaint just now, copying is not advisable.

Speaking of which, before my first two novels with data rushing to the street, I could actually receive pirated texts on the Internet, emmmmm, they are obviously not good-looking, and there is no money on the genuine website... Why is it still like this... Even though the ones I just found Sometimes there is a strange sense of satisfaction, and even a little bit of pride, but... the more I think about it, the more something is wrong.Even though I didn't post it, yet someone still thanked me... It's really a weird feeling, and I feel that I should despise it if I say I'm satisfied, but I'm an unknown third-rate novelist after all... I don't know what to steal.

Forget it, that is to whine, I love you guys.