Demon Vine 소설 & 이야기

Originally, Zephyr Khan thought that it was a strange creature hidden in this space, but he did not expect that it was just a vine. "Hum, this is not a simple vine. All the plants around are not simple. The vine is called the Blood Devil Vine. It's bloodthirsty and crazy. It's stronger than those bloodthirsty martial artists. Once it is surrounded, it will definitely devour all the blood and flesh on the opponent's body in an instant, leaving only a leather bag." The Nine Netherbird reminded him. "Why didn't you tell me earlier..." Zephyr Khan said angrily.

’ Darryl was stunned. He was still not aware the vines were the Ghost Creeping Vine. It absorbed all the evil energy underground, making it difficult to destroy completely. It was because of this very reason that the Mirror Devils attracted Quincy and the others over to them. They used the Ghost Creeping Vine to attack them. Darryl had no more time to keep worrying about this, so he waved his hand and called for the Heavenly Halberd. He helped Quincy and the others fight the Mirror Devils. There was no way to completely destroy the vines. He was completely distracted as he was trying to help Quincy and the others. He was uneasy about the situation as he gripped the Heavenly Halberd tightly a

Their teamwork was already great, it was the lack of leadership that was their Achilles heel. Verra was also in this platoon and was not in a pleasant mood as Eloise was in another platoon and she couldn't protect her. She took out her frustration on the energy beasts instead. She tossed 3 seeds on the ground, then waved her hand, releasing green mana into the seeds. Within seconds, the three seeds grew into black vines that impaled hundreds of energy beasts. The vines moved like snakes; they slithered on the ground and walls, impaling everything that came within range. They were Steele vines and Verra was using nature energy to grow and manipulate them.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

Rage flows through me again, and I can feel my powers surging within me, and suddenly, I know what to do. I focus on the earth beneath me, calling forth vines and roots to entangle the demon's feet. The demon tries to break free, but the vines tighten around its legs, holding it in place. I continue to channel my powers, summoning a gust of wind to knock the demon off its feet. It crashes to the ground, stunned and disoriented. Taking advantage of the demon's momentary weakness, I rush to Ryder's side and check his wounds. They're deep but not fatal. I breathe a sigh of relief and turn my attention back to the demon, ready to finish what I started.

“I don’t feel good. The world is spinning. What’s happening to me?” He pulled his hand back. And I saw it. A small, jagged twig between his fingers. A reddish vine curled around its bark. Nightshade Hollow. The Deadroot Vine. A rare, insidious tool. Saps your energy. Feels like death. Knocks you out before you realize it. “Why?” I whispered, stumbling. “Why did you use that on me?” His face was stone. “I’m sorry, Eira. I can’t let you leave.”

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their movements were swift, almost too fast to track. The air crackled with energy as the newcomers launched their attack. The demon forces, though vast and well-prepared, were thrown into disarray as the eight demons tore through their ranks with ruthless efficiency. The palace, once a symbol of vampire power, was transformed into a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed.

~Valeria~ "The smoke bomb residue," Caius announced, setting the dish down carefully after a long series of investigation. "It contains dark vine sap." I blinked. "From the look on your face, I assume it’s a terrible thing?" "Dark vine only grows in one place, Val." He pushed his glasses up, and I caught the exhaustion in his eyes. "Ancient werewolf cemeteries. The kind that have been abandoned for centuries. The dead are practically alive."

He quickly ducked to the side while simultaneously summoning his demon subduing whip. He curled it tightly around the demon making it scream in pain. Reagan ran around him and gathered the most mature and potent petals, while mixing it with some young and average ones. He quickly stored it away. Just then the demon roared, finally untangling itself from the whip. Reagan chuckled and raced towards the exit, invoking his whip back. The demon wanted to go after him but immediately stopped once he crossed over to the outer peripherals. However, before Reagan could reach the dark shore, his divine armored boot completely dissipated, exposing his barefoot to the corrosive volcano.

The smoke, if compressed, was enough to fill a jar the size of the boy’s head. The light fizzled out abruptly and the smoke in the circle burst out on all sides in a ring. At its revealed core sat a lesser demon. The thing reminded Kilvic of a large spider. With four legs on both sides, it scratched the ground in confusion, its carapace covered thorax wiggling with each move. Its head was no more than a large blob attached to its torso with eight beady eyes that moved individually scattered upon it. Together, its head and thorax were easily the size of a grown boy’s forearm. And attached to them at its end was a large greenish abdomen with a stinger the size of a thumb. It was a visual cross