Chapter 288 (1/2)

In the dark sewer, the Raven and Carus moved cautiously. The red lines on the devil's body emit a light light in the dark, so that the magician will not be separated from him. It was at this time that the Raven realized for the first time that he never seemed to smell the devil in Karus. It's incredible. Just like the smell of sulfur on the devil, the devil's body also gives off an unpleasant smell, but even if it's so close, the magician doesn't feel it from Karus.

Maybe the mask covered the smell together. Curse crow thought, he does not believe that a demon can really kill his blood demon, even if he has the support of an entire adventure team behind him. As he thought, Carus, who was walking in front, slowly stopped. He held out his finger and made a quiet gesture to the wizard behind him. Then the red stripes on the ogre faded, and soon the flame in his eyes was gone.

There's something around here. The wizard's intuition told him so. The curse crow subconsciously approached the outside wall of the sewer nearby, hoping to reduce the possibility of being found by this action. However, he began to regret doing so when he noticed that his clothes were stuck by unknown substances on the wall. But even so, he did not dare to tear the clothes off the wall, because something in the dark was approaching.

”Click, click” the sound of hard objects hitting the bottom of the sewer becomes louder, and the spirit of the magician begins to become tense. The rat man did not make such a sound, and in the sewers of the city, there seemed to be some other occupants than his and Carus's supposed enemies.

”Click!” From the distance of the sound and the height of the sewage splashing, the curse crow believes that as long as he reaches out his hand now, he will surely touch something in the dark. The magician held his breath, hoping that the other person had not noticed him. But things always go against their wishes, don't they? After that click, there was no movement in the dark, and the object stopped by the curse crow.

”Close your eyes!” The voice of Karus rings directly from the mind of the magician. It's a trick possessed by the devil that they can communicate without using words. Now, of course, it's not the time for the curse crow to recall this ability. He subconsciously listened to the devil's voice and closed his eyes tightly.

”Don't move no matter what happens. You don't want to see what's in front of you.” The voice of the mob continued. Just when the mantra crow wants to tell him that he can't move in the first place, his words are superfluous. The soft touch from the legs makes the magician almost shout out. What's that? The gray robe's brain was thinking rapidly, and at the same time, it felt as if something was slowly climbing up its legs, something hairy.

The heart rate, uncontrollably, quickened. The dark environment, the tense atmosphere, and the strange feeling that has climbed up to the thigh. If an ordinary person comes to these conditions, he may have fainted due to excessive tension. However, the curse crow is still a caster from the grey tower. He has a hundred times more control over his fear than ordinary people. Faced with such a situation, the incantation master actually suppressed his faster and faster heartbeat.

”Well done.” The curse crow can hear the surprise in Karus's voice, and the demon didn't expect that the grey robe would have this skill. This ability to change his physiological phenomena is not only partial, but also difficult to play a role in actual combat.

”You'd better think about how to get this thing out of me than that.” Exclaimed the magician in the mind of the demonic. Within a short period of time, the curse crow had cracked the means of Karus and successfully traced back to the position of the demon.

Carus said something again in his grey robe's head, but the crow did not listen, for the darkness had spread from his thigh to his waist as he communicated with his companions in silence. Up to now, the curse crow can only guess that the things attached to him are probably part of the terrain, so they lean on him so unscrupulously. But at the same time, he also noticed that the soft touch was slowly becoming hard. The feeling was changed from hair to twigs. The curse crow was deeply hurt by these hard thorns. He only hoped that the hair would not become harder, or he would become a sieve if he could not wait for the help of the demons.

”You try to move it slowly, slowly.” Carus suggested that the mob could not find a safe way to separate the curse crow and the things that depended on him in the dark, so he could only advise the magician.