Chapter 43 Disputes before Evolution
"Ah~" The roar of a wild beast, like a dog or a tiger.

"Tat~Tat~Tat~Tat~~" The machine gun spewed out flames. Mu Hua moved with the gun in hand to prevent the hellhounds in the pit from breaking through the blockade of the skeleton warriors.

"Kala~~" A skeleton warrior was knocked over by the hellhound, and another skeleton warrior was bitten into a piece of bones by the hellhound's crazy continuous biting.

"Tat~Tat~Tat~Tat~" The machine gun fired, and the exorcism bullets hit the hellhounds that were biting wildly, and also hit their own skeleton warriors.

Fortunately, the hellhound did not show any beast's fighting instincts. It was still crazy enough to attack any nearby blockers.

The bullet that penetrated its body made the hellhound's attack even more frantic, but it did not try to chase the source of the bullet.

The skeleton warrior's hacking could not cut through the hellhound's bones, and could only leave dense and shallow knife marks on the hellhound's body.

Every time the hellhound roared angrily, the sparks that occasionally came out of its mouth made Mu Hua's pupils shrink.

It's not fear, but an excitement of anticipation.

During this tense battle, Mu Hua was actually wondering whether the Hellhound could melt a skill stone with affinity for the fire element. After all, that thing couldn't be learned from a magic book.

Mu Hua feels that as a jungler, he has become more mature.

"Bang~!" At the right moment, a bullet penetrated the hellhound's eye and ended the battle.

The hellhound was exhausted after being surrounded by a pile of half-broken skeletons and fell to the ground twitching.

The hellhound was not yet dead, and the skeleton warrior raised his sword and stabbed it hard into the soft flesh all over the hellhound's body.

The fangs are exposed, and the exoskeleton protecting the head has cracks but is not damaged. The monstrous body structure greatly improves the survivability of the hellhound.

A skeleton warrior that was bitten in half crawled forward and stabbed the hellhound's eye again.

The hellhound's body was unable to move, but its tail with a snake head was still lashing and swinging.

Just like a wasp's sting, some demons are not safe even after death. However, the tail itself has no attack power, and the maddening toxin is of no use to skeleton warriors.

It was a battle of completely unequal strength, with the hellhound being more powerful. Monday, who had requested a duel with the hellhound, could only hide aside and bark to cheer.

Under Mu Hua's gun, the skeleton warriors served as both tanks and cannon fodder.

In order to kill the hellhound more efficiently, more than half of the injuries on these skeleton warriors were inflicted by Mu Hua.

"Ah~~" Monday let out a howl that was quite majestic.

Holding the hot gun barrel, Mu Hua really wanted to kick it a few times.

The battle subsided, and the hellhound's tail stopped twitching. Monday was seen walking down the pit with a heroic and confident step, without caring about his relatives.

"Woo~ Woo~" A whimper came from the throat.

But Monday was like a dog looking for a place to poop, circling around the hellhound's corpse and digging the soil.

The dog's posture at this moment once again fully proves its identity as a monster.

Mu Hua summoned the skeleton warriors again and asked them to fiddle with the hellhound's corpse again. After confirming that it was fine, he let the skeleton warriors drag the hellhound's corpse out of the pit.

Monday was anxiously chasing the corpse of the hellhound, and Mu Hua sensed the complexity in its emotions.

Excitement, desire, worry, fear.

Monday has the blood of Cerberus, but it also has more Warcraft blood.

It needs to devour a hellhound to start the road to evolution, but it may die in the process. Death is also a risk that most monsters must face when evolving.

Monsters are obsessed with the energy generated by extreme emotions because this energy can promote the growth of their bloodlines and increase their chances of successful evolution.

Even though it ate some Philosopher's Stone on Monday, it still wasn't enough for it to evolve safely.

"Or, should I melt it?" Mu Hua stared at the hellhound's corpse with ill intention.

Because he just saw sparks in the hellhound's mouth, he really wanted to try whether the hellhound could melt out the affinity of the fire element.

"Woo~~Woo~~" Monday completely turned into a dog, not saying a word, and paced anxiously around the corpse of the hellhound. As a dependent of Mu Hua, Monday's stronger emotional fluctuations would be fed back to Mu Hua.

In Mu Hua's perception, Zhou Yi's hesitation and uneasiness were gradually replaced by a ruthless determination.

"Master! I want to eat it!" Zhou Yi bared his fangs, staring at the corpse of the hellhound with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Hey, wait." Seeing strange magical fluctuations emanating from Zhou Yi's body, Mu Hua sighed and stopped him.

"Master?" Monday looked up in confusion, feeling uneasy again.

"Hehe, at least you remembered to call me master in the end. Tell me, how many Philosopher's Stones do you need?" Mu Hua squatted down and patted Monday's dog head. Nine Philosopher's Stones the size of green beans appeared on his raised palm.

These Philosopher's Stones are Mu Hua's inventory during this period. His early life has made him accustomed to keeping inventory.

Anyway, Mu Hua couldn't figure out what the actual use of this thing was for the time being. In fact, he would save some and share it with Monday.

Enough Philosopher's Stones can ensure Monday's safe evolution, and Monday is seen risking his life.

After all, it is his own dog, and Mu Hua doesn't need to stimulate it to work hard, so he finally took out the stock.

"Woof~Woof~Woof~" Barking happily, Zhou Yi's eyes were full of surprise, and Mu Hua felt the touching emotion from its soul.

Look at its current behavior, and it still wants to change its job to a demon?
Mu Hua felt that without enough Philosopher's Stones, this guy would definitely turn into a pool of minced meat when he started evolving.

"Seven! Seven! Great Master, the fact that Monday can become your follower must be due to the guidance of the Master. Master, seven, I can feel it. Give me seven more, and I will surely succeed in evolving."

Monday is a joyous day, with thoughts full of surprises and joy.

Mu Hua chuckled and extended his hand to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi leaned over and rubbed Mu Hua's palm. Just as he was about to stick out his tongue to roll away the Philosopher's Stone, he heard a hoarse female voice coming from behind Mu Hua.

“Wait a minute~~!”

The rapid female voice, which sounded like sandpaper rubbing against each other, startled both Mu Hua and Zhou Yi.

Then Tuesday's figure came out of Mu Hua's body.

"Master, please allow me to tell you again in detail about Lingzai Ji's clan."

Tuesday floated in front of Mu Hua, and its black mist-like arm blocked Monday, and it almost pounced on Mu Hua's hand holding the Philosopher's Stone.

"Master, the evolution direction of dead souls is banshees and elemental evil spirits."

"But as a sadomasochist, I can not only grow into a sadomasochist lady, but if I have enough resources, I can even become death with a personality."

"This bastard! It has no right to be favored by you. Cerberus are rough animals. It has no value to you."

"Master, these Philosopher's Stones should be given to me. I can make you the monarch of the dead. As long as it is your wish, I can let the human beings of a city seek liberation from death in the withering."

Tuesday's voice was hoarse, but he spoke very quickly.

"..." Mu Hua was silent. He originally thought that this torture girl was very cool, but now she was just getting started and was snatching food from a dog.

"Bitch!" Monday said angrily.

"Livestock!" Tuesday explained Monday's race with facts.

"Blah blah~~~" A dog and a dead spirit, both of them cursed each other's ancestors with all the bad words they knew.

The two of them fought back and forth, neither backing down. Even though Mu Hua had a solid foundation in demon language, his head still hurt from the noise.

"Enough!" Mu Hua shouted, and the two immediately stopped arguing.

"Woo woo~~ Master~~" Monday let out a whimper of grievance as if the dog was abandoned.

Damn, it’s okay for a dog, but on Tuesday’s gray face, two spots of light flickered. He wants to act cute even with this look?

(End of this chapter)