Chapter 421 - Cerberus (1/2)

Chapter 421 Cerberus

After the plague storm dissipated, Sareth moved forward a distance. But before he could get far, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him.

The ground was shaking, as though a giant monster was chasing from behind. The heavy footsteps sounded like a tank running over the ground.

Sareth realized that something was amiss, so he immediately ran. As he ran, he looked back and saw an enormous hellhound chasing from behind, knocking away all the obstacles blocking the way as smoke and dust filled the

air.

The other party was extremely fast, and Sareth realized that he might not be able to outrun the big dog, so he immediately spread his flame wings and flew into the sky.

As soon as he flew into the sky, a black shadow pounced from under his feet. This enormous hellhound suddenly jumped up with all its might and bit at Sareth’s feet in the air, almost biting Sareth. Looking down from the sky, he saw three bloody mouths flying past his feet.

“So… so close!” Sareth broke out in cold sweat. Just in case, he went a little higher.

“Stupid bug!” After the hellhound king landed, the three heads looked fiercely at Sareth and growled. “Did you kill the demons here?”

Sareth’s eyes widened. “You can speak?”

Of course, he was surprised. When he saw this hellhound, Sareth immediately thought of Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger was much bigger than this hellhound, but Fat Tiger did not know how to speak. Sareth and Fat Tiger were together all the time, causing him to think that demons like hellhounds did not know how to speak, so when he heard the other party talk, he found it unbelievable.

“Nonsense! I am the king of hellhounds, a demon who inherited the name of Cerberus!” The hellhound king roared but then asked doubtfully, “Who are you?! I smell the aura of a demon-human hybrid from you, but you’re not of the Sparda bloodline. You don’t have the damn stench of the Sparda bloodline… Wait!”

The three heads of the hellhound king raised and sniffed at Sareth, who was in the air, seemingly confirming something.

“What’s going on?” Seeing the big dog’s actions, Sareth was a little puzzled. He could not help but stretch out his arm and smell himself.

“Half-demon brat!” The hellhound king suddenly changed its form of address and asked Sareth in confusion, “Why do I smell the scent of another hellhound from you? And this scent… Have you been in contact with my kind for a long time?”

“Why should I tell you?” Sareth asked warily.

This enormous hellhound seemed to have suddenly appeared. Sareth did not know how it appeared, but considering that he had just used his foster father’s power to activate the plague storm and eliminate numerous demons, he felt that this hellhound might have come specifically for him.

Three-headed hellhounds in the Abyss were considered a race of demons, but most of them were only at the middle-rank demon level. They could use a certain amount of elemental power, but most of the time, they relied on their tyrannical physical strength to fight. Very few three-headed hellhounds could break through to the high-rank demon level.

Of course, Sareth had listened to Benia telling him the common sense of the Abyss, but at this moment, his common sense was invalid regarding this hellhound in front of him. Not only was this hellhound king a true high-rank demon, but it was also at the level of an elite high-rank demon. Sareth could feel the powerful aura of the other party’s rank and felt that it was stronger than the high-rank demon who had caught him.

Can’t beat it. Sareth knew that even if he entered his demon state, he could not defeat this hellhound…

Fortunately, this hellhound did not have wings like Fat Tiger and did seem to be able to fly. If Sareth wanted to run, he should be able to escape…

However, Sareth did not understand why this hellhound would ask about Fat Tiger, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse to answer.

This hellhound king was about four meters tall and more than ten meters long. Although it was only half the size of Fat Tiger, its size was quite astonishing. After being rejected by Sareth, the hellhound king seemed to be a little irritated. It jumped twice on the ground, and its four limbs that were thicker than elephant legs stomped the ground loudly. “Don’t make me angry, half-demon brat!” the left head of the hellhound king said. Thick flames like magma burned in the mouth of this head, and the middle head and the right head were frost and lightning. In its anger, the elemental power in its body began to boil as it roared at Sareth, “Answer my question! Otherwise, I’ll kill you without mercy. Tell me! Have you come into contact with others of my kind?!”