Chapter 145 Two Impostors

The noisy voices gradually faded away.

A group of demon apostles who were "off work" relaxed under the temptation of entertainment activities.

They didn't realize that some of them had fallen behind.

In the dimly lit tunnel illuminated by torches on the rock walls on both sides, Guy, who was "knocked unconscious", felt his legs go limp and was about to collapse to the ground.

But then, his eyes that had rolled back to normal suddenly returned to normal, he leaned on the wall with his arms, and stood up from his semi-paralyzed state.

"The power of the devil..."

Raising his palm and looking in front of his eyes, "Guy" couldn't help but frown.

But after just a few seconds, he seemed to have adapted to the situation. He put down his arms and walked towards the workshop, as if he had forgotten something.

However, it looks no different than before.

But if someone familiar with the situation observes carefully, they will find that Guy at this moment is completely different.

He is a young man under 30 years old, with delicate looks, tall and strong build. His thriving hormones make his personality a little eccentric, and his eyes are usually lively.

But now, that lively energy has turned into calmness, as if in an instant, his mentality has matured by dozens of years.

However, this maturity did not last long.

In about three or four seconds, all the abnormal features on his surface disappeared. Even if his biological parents saw him, they probably wouldn't recognize that Guy was any different from usual.

"Robin, Andy..."

As he walked towards the workshop, he was thinking about someone.

His own doubts were erased, but "Guy" did not hesitate to use some special means to achieve his goals.

It was not working hours and the rock tunnel was deserted, so his footsteps became very loud.

But the strange thing was that this kind of noise would usually scare away some of the rampant rats in the tunnel, but now as he walked by, the rats completely ignored it.

As if she didn't notice him.

In other words, he has already been regarded as a part of the surrounding environment!

A mouse even climbed up Guy's left leg and onto his shoulder without even realizing it. Guy caught it and put it aside. It was not frightened at all, but crawled away on its own.

But Guy seemed to have learned some information in the process.

So he paused on his way to the workshop and changed direction at the corner.

Time passes slowly.

This cave of the Greedy Demon King was not built temporarily, but it was obviously not a permanent residence, so much so that the surface of each tunnel was not clean.

The environment is very messy with mice, woodlice, centipedes, beetles, moss, fungi, etc.

There was also a chilly and damp smell in the air, and due to the lack of ventilation, it was very stuffy.

Guy's footsteps paused from time to time, and he kept changing direction, even going further and further off the track. Without torches, the light became dimmer and dimmer, until it was finally pitch black.

He turned a blind eye to it and his speed of travel was not affected at all.

It was not until he reached another corner of the tunnel and saw a fly lying on the rock wall through the darkness that he stopped.

The fly was just an ordinary black-headed fly, quietly landing in the cracks of the rock wall. It looked very ordinary and there was no special smell on it.

But Guy's gaze stayed on the little thing for more than ten seconds, as if he saw something special in it.

"My method of hiding everything."

He then made a judgment, but after looking at it carefully, he overturned this conclusion.

"It's not just the concealment technique, it also has the shadow of the Nordic elves' breath concealment technique..."

Muttering, he seemed a little surprised, so he shifted his gaze and continued walking forward.

As he passed by, the ordinary-looking fly showed no reaction to his presence.

As if he didn't see it.

So in the end, Guy successfully arrived at a dim underground world where ordinary people could not see the way forward with the naked eye.

The edge of the tunnel was a cliff-like protrusion, and looking further ahead, it seemed as if one could see a dark void.

Below the void, it was as dark as an abyss. There was a large canyon with the sound of flowing water faintly heard in the depths of the canyon.

And Robin, Guy's "long-cherished" friend, is standing on the edge of the cliff playing the flute.

Guy's footsteps were loud, but Robin was like a fly, with no reaction at all, obviously not noticing any movement.

But when Guy heard the sound of his flute, he stopped suddenly while walking towards him.

The sound of the flute is clear, and it coordinates with the sound of water flowing below the canyon. It is ethereal, natural, and harmonious as if they were one.

Along with the echoes of rocks emerging from the depths of the empty environment, a wonderful rhythm was transmitted to every corner around.

Guy therefore stood where he was and did not go forward to disturb them.

He could see what the other party was doing - summoning devil bugs.

The devil worm seems to be very evil from the name.

But this insect is actually harmless and can even be said to be extremely docile.

They live in various dark corners and normally have no interaction with humans.

The reason why it is called the devil worm is that the secretions of this worm can break through the barrier of space and connect a certain area of ​​the human world to hell.

In ancient times, this characteristic was often exploited by hellish creatures who wanted to enter the human world but were unable to, indirectly causing countless disasters.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

That's why it is linked to the devil.

But what Guy was concerned about was not the act of summoning the devil bug, but the method by which "friend Robin" carried out the summoning.

Using music itself to attract life in nature, rather than forcibly interfering with it with supernatural powers, is not the mainstream in today's world.

On the contrary, it was very popular in ancient times.

The number of people in this world who know this skill can be counted on one hand.

In a sense, it is an "endangered species" and is rarely seen under normal circumstances.

He then listened quietly, with a nostalgic look on his face.

Unfortunately, in less than half an hour, "friend Robin" who was standing on the edge of the cliff ended the performance and turned towards him.

Guy frowned unconsciously, somewhat dissatisfied with the brevity of the music.

However, he did not interfere, but let the other party pass by him unaware, and finally turned into the tunnel and disappeared from his sight.

Guy then turned his gaze towards the edge of the cliff where Robin was standing.

Stepping to the edge, he lowered his head and looked down.

His keen eyesight allowed him to see through the darkness and clearly see a group of segmented black insects slowly dispersing beside the stream at the bottom of the underground canyon.

They were obviously the audience of the music that just happened, and they just left when the music ended.

However, the insects left quickly, and the secretions they left behind while listening to music turned a rock beside the stream into a dark color.

"Inducing labor?"

Guy thought to himself, "Using music to stimulate the emotions of insects?"

The devil worms do not secrete much substance. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a year to open up a small area connected to hell.

But now, looking at the color of the rock, he could tell that in another three or four days, an entrance to hell would appear on the surface of the stone.

However, the scale and "quality" of this entrance do not seem to be very large. Even if it is opened, it can only allow a few miscellaneous soldiers to pass through at most.

What's the use of this?

Especially since this place is the lair of the Greedy Demon King...

He observed for more than ten minutes, but did not see any other arrangements.

So with a doubtful attitude, Guy returned the same way and finally came to the apostles' underground accommodation area.

“Boom boom boom—”

Knocking on a wooden door in a room in the area, the sound was very clear.

"Who?" A dull response came from inside. It was the unique and difficult accent of my friend Robin in my memory.

"It's me."

Guy's tone was dissatisfied, and his attitude was no different from before.

As if he were real.

"We agreed to relax together, why did you just slip away in the blink of an eye?"

(End of this chapter)