Demon King

　　 The Dark Eye has power in the city of Lasses. Although it is not big, it is hidden deep.

　　 De Marcia said that he doesn’t have to worry about Paro. The loyalty derived from faith is stronger than the ordinary subordinate relationship, not to mention the demon believers who have personally felt his breath.

　　 asked Paro to collect information about Helmason and Gold in the church, Ivo returned to the carriage, and the guards had bought equipment back.

　　 War spears, daggers, and light armors are all made by dwarves. They are of high quality, shimmering, light and strong. The blades of the daggers are light and strong. There is cold light on the blades of the daggers. The Ivo shotgun is in a good mood.

It’s too early to get dark, Ivo can’t wait to fuse the war patterns, and simply pays to live in the hotel, and drove the guards to the gate, Ivo took out three soul spars, one red, one yellow and one black. The interior was blurred. The rays of light belong to the fire feather eagle, rock beast, and giant palm bear respectively.

　　 De Marcia said: "The soul spar is attached to the war pattern, and the energy in it is attracted by the war pattern."

　　 "I know." Ivo responded.

　　 "That's right," Demacia said again: "You take out the soil of purgatory."

Ivo put the soil of purgatory on the table in a puzzled manner. Suddenly a black figure floated out of his forehead. He was born with double horns, a human face and a horse. He looked like a demon, but Ivo To be stunned, this demon is only the size of a slap. A face occupies a quarter of its size. It looks quite cute. With big eyes blinking and blinking, he looks alive as a cute Q version of the demon. In addition to Demasia, Who can it be?

　　 "Old Old Old German?!" Ivo was so frightened that he stuttered, "Why did you run out? You became so cute?!"

　　 Demacia stared fiercely-but still very cute, with an angry tone: "This is my soul. If you break through to the awakening stage, I can temporarily leave my brain, but I can't leave you ten meters away!"

　　 Ivo still couldn't accept it, and almost knelt, "But how can you become so cute?! Heaven, earth, and I am an ugly old man! You can't look directly at me so cute!"

"Smelly boy!" Demacia was furious and fell on Ivo's head. The Q version's hands squeezed Ivo's hair like a radish, "Do you think the king wants to be like this! This is simply a demon? The lord’s greatest insult! It’s all because of you, a useless fellow. The stronger you are, the more real my soul form is!"

　　 Ivo slapped Demasia on his head, "Be careful when I become bald, and I will be invincible."

　　 "Why are you running out?" Ivo asked puzzledly.

　　 Demacia floated to the land of purgatory and lay down comfortably: "The land of purgatory can recover the devil's injuries. You can't put the dirt in your head, I can only run out."

　　 Ivo screamed, so that's it, you can put some water in your head, just put soil.

　　 "And..." Demacia raised his hand, and small stocks of purgatory soil slowly gathered, "The devil was born from purgatory, and the sand of purgatory is the source of the devil's life. I can make little demons."

　　 Ivo is surprised, it turns out that the devil was born directly from the soil, just like a sweet potato.

　　 Now that Demacia is busy, Ivo began to fill in the war patterns.

　　 The first one picked up was the Fire Feather Eagle Soul Spar, which was attached to the war pattern to arouse the power of the war pattern.

　　 The spar slowly liquefies, and Ivo's war patterns become cool, and he feels like applying a mask. He can perceive the war patterns slowly creeping like life, eating the essence of the soul spar.

This process lasted for half an hour. Suddenly, there was a sudden pain in the battle pattern, and the soul spar in his hand was only a small part of it suddenly shattered, dimmed, and the battle pattern stopped squirming, spraying a white mist. Then he calmed down.

　　 "Failed..." Ivo felt a little regretful, picked up the rock beast spar, and merged it again, but also failed half an hour later.

　　 These two soul spars have a low degree of compatibility with Ivo.

　　 Ivo settled, picked up the last giant palm bear spar, and began to concentrate on filling it.

　　 The same process, after half an hour, Ivo had all his energy, but the giant paw bear spar fits well with him, and there was no error until the final filling was successful.

　　The war pattern is hot, the tattoo that was originally a shadow began to change, and finally turned into a palm-sized octagonal pattern, imprinted on the heart, and an inexplicable sense of mystery floated to my heart.

Ivo mobilized the war patterns according to his instinct, and a heat flow was conducted from the heart to the right palm. He pressed a palm in front of him, exploded with air and explosion, and a golden octagonal pattern twice the size of the palm was on the front of his palm. It flashes and disappears, just like a golden lotus in full bloom.

　　 Demacia raised his eyebrows: "It's rare that the first war pattern can achieve such power."

　　 It is not that the higher the level of soul spar filled, the stronger the war pattern. If the fit is not enough, the use of the war pattern will be greatly restricted.

　　 Ivo is very smooth when he uses his war pattern ability, which is the advantage of a high degree of fit.

The 　　 war pattern ability will become stronger with the physical breakthrough, the higher the fit, the greater the enhancement.

　　 So many fighters would rather abandon the high-level soul spar, but also look for the low-level spar with a high degree of fit.

Ivo silently felt the war pattern ability. This is a close attack technique issued by physical contact. The power is very good. The most important thing is that the physical strength is very small. He can only breathe after using his current physical strength seven times in a row. It can be used at least dozens of times in battle.

　　 Ivo is very satisfied with the ability of this war pattern, destructive power is good, low consumption, more importantly, the launch speed is fast, and the unarmed attack makes his fighting style more flexible.

The shape of the battle pattern is similar to the gossip of the previous life. It is formed by his memory, but it is more like a blooming lotus flower. Thinking of the memory of the previous life, Ivo clenched a fist and whispered: "This ability is called Lotus palm."

It took two hours for 　　 to fill in the war pattern, and Demacia also completed what Ivo called the "pinch villain" at this time.

I saw a figure smaller than Demarcia appearing on the soil of Purgatory. It was only half a slap, with double horns on the head, double wings on the back, dark skin, and a small arrow-shaped tail that flicked flexibly. A little devil of the lowest level. There is an ice blue diamond mark on his forehead, which means that he is a family of frost demons.

The little demon’s pupils are blood-red, filled with dazedness and curiosity, just like a newborn baby. Seeing Ivo looking over, he subconsciously hides behind Demasia. Demasia created him, equivalent to his parents, and made him feel close by nature. .

　　 Ivo burst into tears with a smile when he saw this, "Hahaha, Old De, you have a baby! Are you demons so shy?"

Demasia expressionlessly said, "This little devil will be handed over to you to command. I have connected his and your mental powers, so I can just order directly with my consciousness. I would like to remind you that the land of purgatory is too small, and it can only Simplify manufacturing, don't think about him fighting for you, he can only fly."

　　 What the **** is that I can only fly...

　　 Ivo's consciousness connected to the little devil, feeling the curiosity of the other party, and said: "What is your name?"

　　 The little devil blinked, and a thought came from his consciousness that he could not speak.

　　 Ivo is speechless, can't even speak, dare to really only fly.

　　Looking at this, you can only use the tiny body to detect intelligence.

　　 "I'll call you Little Devil Number One from now on." Ivo's consciousness transmitted voice.

　　 The little demon blinked, turned around and rubbed his head close to the lazy Demacia, showing no interest in the name Ivo had given him.

After a while, Ivo was hungry, so Demacia rolled back to his head, stuffed the little demon into his clothes, and only showed a pair of small eyes from the collar to observe the outside world curiously. This feeling made Ivo feel himself It's a kangaroo.

　　 called the guard, and the two came to a small restaurant on the side of the street. A handsome young waiter came to ask. Ivodo glanced at him. Maybe the young waiter was shy and blushed.

　　 After ordering the food, Ivo had nothing to say: "How old is the waiter just now?"

　　 Guard: "It should be a little older than Mr. Ivo, about twelve or thirteen years old."

　　 Ivo sighed: "I actually hired child labor, so I had to properly revoke my license in the past."

　　 Guard: "..." Aren't you ten years old?

　　 At this time, a surprised and crisp cry came from the window: "Ivo, why are you here?"

Turning her head and looking around, she happened to meet Nafi in a wizard robe in Lasse. Nafi walked in, and the guard quickly gave way to her to sit down. Nafi said with joy, "I begged a lot of my father. At last, he finally allowed you to take to the streets."

　　 Although Na Fei wants to make trouble, UU read www.uukanshu. com But Ivo felt warm and smiled and said, "Thank you so much."

　　 Nafei smiled softly: "We are friends."

　　 "You are in a good mood today." Ivo raised his eyes.

　　 "I suddenly felt relieved last night, and my mood improved a lot."

　　 "Ha, that's because I broke through the awakening level."

　　 Nafei covered her mouth in surprise, and sighed: "You are only ten years old, what a genius."

　　 Ivo has a deep grievance, we are still good friends regardless of age...

　　 "That's right," Na Fei said, "My father said that you want to be my servant and enter the Royal Academy together."

　　 "There is such a thing."

　　 Na Fei nodded and smiled: "It just so happened that my father asked me to attend a noble party tonight. It's all the younger generation. Come with me tonight."

　　 Ivo shook his head, "Aristocratic party, I, a commoner, won't mix things up, and I'm not interested."

"You will be classmates from now on. You will be my obedience again. It's okay," Na Fei said helplessly. "Just be with me. It's the first time I attended this kind of gathering. I heard that I would wear aristocratic dresses. I won’t be too nervous with you."

　　 Ivo nodded: "Okay."

While chatting, Ivo suddenly caught sight of a foreign object in the borscht that he had just brought up, and when he fished it out, it turned out to be a squeezed bug that disgusted Ivo. He was just about to drink it. Soup, it’s okay to have bugs, but it’s too disgusting to be squeezed. He patted the table hard and shouted: "Boss!"

　　 (I drank bugs when I drank the soup yesterday...Is it the soup I made myself...)

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