Chapter 255. Useless Henrik

After waiting quietly for a moment, Henrik suddenly spoke.

"This guy should be resting, don't worry, their vision and hearing are degraded very badly, just like bats, if they are not awake, they are no different from dead objects."

"It kind of reminds me of gargoyles."

Roger whispered.

"Gargoyles are a high-level manifestation of vampires, and those things are often the watchdogs of vampires."

Henrik's voice was extremely low, and his footsteps were light. The two passed through the cave briskly and continued down.

Along the way, we actually saw nearly ten vampires hanging upside down on the cave.

"I'm afraid it will be a bit tricky. Judging from the number of vampires, the guy inside is likely to be close to the Crescent Moon level, or has already reached it."

Henrik glanced at Roger.

"Well, are you sure?"

For Roger's fighting power, he has some understanding.

"No problem!"

Roger nodded without hesitation.

Now his strength has improved several times compared to before entering the extraordinary, with superb swordsmanship and magic sign bonus, Roger has the confidence to face any enemy at the crescent moon level.

All the way down, the air became more and more cloudy, and there was a special fishy-sweet smell mixed with the decay.

Henrik frowned, he always felt that this smell was a little familiar.

After walking down for a further distance, the two of them had never seen a vampire again, which meant that they were getting closer to the monster hidden deep in the cave.

"Be careful, it should be here soon!"

Henrik reminded in a low voice.

Turning a corner, at this moment a weeping voice came into my mind.

Roger's right hand holding the steel sword tightened violently, but then an inexplicable flame suddenly rose from the lower abdomen, and a mass of hotness gushed out of his body.

Even breathing became heavy.

Before he could speak, the face of Henrik next to him changed drastically. He was too familiar with this voice.

A long time ago, this voice used to haunt him in his dreams, but now, it has become the deepest nightmare in his heart.

"Night... Devil!"

"It's her, it must be her!"

Henrik was so excited that he could hardly control his volume. He was about to step forward, but was held back by Roger.

"Calm down! Don't forget that there is another monster here!"

Hearing Roger's words, Henrik immediately sobered up a lot, and the two slowed down and walked down bit by bit.

As the distance drew closer, the strange and tactful voice became clearer and clearer, and the desire in his heart was rising. Roger was also a little surprised at the night devil's control over desire.

"Pain can effectively curb your desire."

"But it's only temporary. When a certain threshold is exceeded, pain can sometimes become a catalyst."

Henrik glanced at Roger, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

"However, there is a kind of pain that can completely invalidate the temptation of night devils."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist and slammed it down somewhere under him!

Henrik gritted his teeth, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his face was swollen like a boiled crab.

"Wtf!"

"This is a real pain in the ass."

Just looking at the strength, Roger can imagine the pain that goes straight to the bone marrow. Even after experiencing the pain of the trial of grasses, Roger doesn't want to experience the feeling of Henrik.

After the pain passed, Henrik's eyes immediately became much clearer. He covered his lower abdomen with one hand, bent over, and staggered down.

Except for his hands, there was no part of his body that was not shaking.

Roger concentrated his mental strength, and the Ouroboros in his mind spun rapidly, helping him offset part of the impact.

The female night devil's teasing of desire is all-round, sound, smell, visual impact, and mental interference.

Facing her, almost all men will become slaves of desire.

Finally, the two came to the bottom of the cave, and what appeared in front of them was an open space, with shimmering moss growing on the surrounding rock walls.

Although it is deep underground, it does not look dark at all, but reveals a bit of charming scenery under the interlacing of various colors.

In the middle of the cave is a prominent stone platform, and behind the stone platform is a flowing underground river.

Surrounding the stone platform were comatose villagers, their eyes were closed tightly, their faces were black and blue, and a thick blood tendon on their foreheads was particularly obvious.

Obviously, before they were sent here, their bodies were injected with deadly toxins. Although they were alive now, they were nothing more than breathing rations.

On the stone platform, the battle was in full swing, and the sound of the battle came to the ears, blending with the impactful picture in front of him.

Roger couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, the desire in his heart was burning like a flame, and he could hardly control his breathing.

"Boom!"

There was a soft sound beside him, and Roger knew that Henrik had punched him again.

"This is really cruel!"

If it goes on like this, if the Female Night Devil is not dead, maybe Henrik will beat himself to death?

"Roar..."

The one on top was a winged man with an extremely ugly face. His eyes were the size of mung beans, his nose was turned up, and his mouth was wide open, revealing bright red gums.

The fluffy ears pricked up at the peak.

"Giggle..."

A sweet laugh came.

"Is it over so soon?"

"You men are really useless, can you still move?"

"No, get out. I'm okay!"

The man gasped and said, and after speaking, he dragged a villager from under the stone platform, opened his mouth wide, and bit off the neck of the villager with one bite.

Blood was sprayed everywhere, and a lot of it fell on the Female Night Devil.

The Female Night Devil giggled, she seemed to like this kind of game very much, her skin was light brown, and her body was covered with strange lines.

These lines accompany the ups and downs of her body like living creatures, forming a strange sense of great visual impact.

She doesn't look much different from an ordinary human woman, she has almost lost her beast form, and the most peculiar thing is the double horns on her head.

One black and one white.

Black as ink, white as jade.

After sucking the blood essence of a villager, the monster on it became alive again, but as the battle resumed, the lines on its body really started to swim, pulling away the energy from the monster's body little by little.

Henrik gave Roger a wink.

In just a dozen seconds, the monster reached its peak again, and at the same time, Henrik also pressed a special bullet into the magazine.

"Boom!"

Henrik hit the target with precision, and with a scream, Roger heard the sound of metal hitting the egg.

"Bang bang bang!"

One after another gunshots sounded, and Henrik rushed out from his hiding place. His two guns alternated, forming a perfect firepower suppression.

And Roger rushed up with a stride.

"Who is it?!"

Roar.

The monster used its wings to protect its body and spun backwards to hide. The Female Night Devil, who was completely exposed, also saw Henrik rushing up at this time.

Her nose fluttered.

"Familiar taste huh..."

"Oh, it's you. My dear useless Henrik."