Deep underground in an ancient building somewhere in Crescent City.

Someone lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes.

"Bang!"

The lid of the coffin was opened, and the figure sat up slowly, revealing a hideous face.

His entire face seemed to be a patchwork of faces, twisted and twisted together, some forming a black bump, some of which were bright red sarcomas.

"What happened?"

He muttered to himself, his voice incomparably low, echoing through the empty tomb.

"Where's Blake?"

"Let him come to me."

The figure in the coffin said.

The sun had set, and Blake had just finished an internal meeting before hurriedly leaving the Hunters' Guild's headquarters in Crescent City.

In the darkness of the night, he was once again in front of the familiar building.

Clenched his fists, Blake still stepped into it, and he only had a little awe in his heart for the teacher.

The rest is all fear.

In the empty hall, only the echo of his own crisp footsteps could be heard, and every step he took coincided with his heartbeat, and this oppressive feeling made Blake a little breathless.

But whenever he wanted to adjust, there would be an inexplicable force that would interfere with him.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Blake bowed his head.

"Did the CGT send someone over?"

"It's the same as last time, Mr. Sean."

"But we've managed to hold him back, he's in another area right now, and he shouldn't be here anytime soon."

"Shall we start now?"

Blake asked.

"Wait a little longer, I'll need a little more time."

"Pick carefully, I only want the best among them, and the rest will be eliminated."

"After all, only the toughest demon hunters with the will and body can survive our methods."

"Control the pace."

Hoarse voices echoed through the hall.

"One more thing."

Blake spoke suddenly.

"There are a lot of demon hunters who want to see you......"

"This ......," the hoarse voice muttered.

"Promise them."

"Teacher?"

"Don't forget the little guy Zaru captured."

Blake's eyes lit up.

"Let's go down."

He folded his hands and slowly exited the hall after saluting.

When I walked outside, it was already dark, but at this moment, a voice came from the dark corner of the door.

"Mr. Black."

Blake's expression shifted, and he turned sideways to see the figure that slipped out of the shadows, with a strange expression and a gloomy look.

It's Dickinson.

Blake sighed softly, and he looked around, only the shadows of the buildings could be seen under the dark night sky.

"There's no one else here, you don't have to."

"My father."

Dickinson's figure stepped out of the darkness, "Rules are rules, and our relationship cannot be known to anyone else in the guild. ”

"I'd rather hear you call me Mr. Dickinson than father."

"How's the mood of Mr. President?"

Dickinson asked in a deep voice.

"It's not bad."

"That's good!"

Dickinson walked slowly into the main hall.

"Goodbye, Mr. Black."

"Goodbye......"

Blake hesitated for a moment, but continued:

"Mr. Dickinson."

Dickinson, who had his back to him, smiled satisfactorily.

After entering the empty hall, Dickinson came to a round platform in the middle, and he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on a relief in the middle of the round platform, and said something in his mouth.

Not long after, a rumbling sound sounded, and the round platform sank downward.

The platform descended quickly, and it didn't take long for it to reach the depths of the ground, and when it stopped, a narrow tunnel appeared in front of Dickinson's eyes.

Torches lit the passage as if it were daylight, and Dickinson passed through it before entering the core and seeing the crystal coffin in the center of the tomb.

Entering here, the expression on Dickinson's face changed drastically, and he bent down and bowed his head flatteringly, "Dear master, your servant has brought his sincere greetings. ”

"Get out of here!"

A hoarse voice shouted, obviously without any power transmitting, but Dickinson fell to his knees with a thud, holding his head and letting out a scream.

"Damn it, are you trying to leave me?!"

"Don't dare to ......"

"No, how is that possible!"

"You are my master, the sustenance of my soul, how could I leave you?"

Dickinson lay on the ground, not even daring to lift his head.

"How could I have created an idiot like you?!"

"If it weren't for the fact that my soul was injured and I couldn't replace my body, how could I have created a waste like you!"

"Dear master, please don't be angry, it's really not worth it for an ant like me."

"Roll over here and help me up!"

A hoarse voice roared.

Dickinson quickly got up from the ground, and then ran quickly to the crystal coffin.

The crystal coffin was filled with a black liquid that seemed to have tentacle-like objects wriggling in the liquid.

"My master, have you healed from your injuries?"

"Kassandra is a little stronger than I thought, but unfortunately, with the practice of black magic, she doesn't have a chance at all."

Dickinson straightened up, and the figure lying in the crystal coffin stood up completely, his upper body covered with deformed pieces of flesh, as if he had filled his body with minced rotten flesh.

The skeletal muscles are mixed together, and the dark cyan heart even hangs on the outside.

The lower half of his body is made up of dark yellow tentacles with walnut-sized suction cups on one side that are pink on one side and blue-purple on the other.

In the middle, a squirming probe of the male body.

"How many years will you have this body going to last?"

The monstrous figure suddenly asked.

"5 years at most, my master."

"Hmm."

"I'll be able to recover very quickly, and then I'll get rid of this body completely, and then Blake will be useless."

"His body is given to you."

"Thank you, my master."

Dickinson pretended to be grateful.

"Humph!"

"Don't think I don't know what you planned to do, didn't you give birth to this son just waiting for this day?"

"Wise as you, my master."

Dickinson chuckled.

"Let's go, take me to meet the legendary first beauty of our Bordeaux region."

"Hmm...... With human aesthetics. ”

"The thought of mating with such a creature."

The facial features on the ugly face of the weirdo came together, "It's really disgusting." ”

Dickinson opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

But he didn't say anything, and helped his master to a gate at the end.

Pushing open the door, the first thing that catches his eye is a huge circle carved on the ground, and if Roger was here, he must be able to recognize this circle as the one that Arrahand once painted.

It's just that there are some changes in the details.

The room was filled with torches, and each one was not burning with flames, but with spirits bound to it and screaming in despair.

The green glow, the screams that can reach the head of the mind, make the whole room look like hell.

On the wall at the end of the room, a naked woman was hung there, her whole being ripped into large letters.

And I don't know what awaits her.

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