Chapter 377

Countless instruments of torture tear the human body, not for torture, not for revenge, but a single desire for pain! The strange evil smell gushed out from the light curtain and spread around. If ordinary people were to be eroded and crazy by this terrible negative energy. However, the scourge Corps is still motionless. For the dead, pain has been forgotten, and the dead will not be afraid of death.

"Report your life! Devil!" Arthas, riding on the skeleton war horse, looked down at the demon messenger in front of him, not moved by the evil smell of the other party.

The messenger of the pain master looked at Arthas. The ruler of the undead army in front of him was an unexpected and powerful existence. I'm afraid this force was still above the devil at the supervisor level, or at least at the Archduke level. Although it's amazing, after all, this is the limit that mortals can reach when they abandon * *. It's still a small existence in front of the demon master.

"I am just one of the nine demon masters in the abyss of my Lord, the slave of the pain master Mosta. Unfortunately, the name has no meaning for me."

"Good ~ then soon I'll make you unnecessary to exist." top > point novel "Arthas pointed the Frostmourne in his hand at the devil, and the surrounding army of natural disasters instantly locked each other.

The devil messenger is also fearless. Perhaps it will be more frightening than the punishment of the Death Master: "if so, you will lose a chance to get great power."

"Say! What power do you mean?"

Arthas had no interest in demons, but he was really interested in power. What the scourge needs now is strength.

"Every move of you and the army of the dead led by you are under the eyes of the master. Mosta, the master of pain, appreciates what the army of the dead led by you has done in this country. Your enemies, whether the sad kingdom or the gods above the sky, are also the enemies of our Lord. But no matter how strong you are, even if you give up your life and step on the path of death Field, as a mortal, your strength is still limited — you can't resist attacks from the sky! "

The words of demon messengers are full of temptations. The once Lich King Arthas may have been angry in the face of such words of doubting his power, but after witnessing a miracle of the God of the earth, Arthas also understands that there are many unknown powerful existence in this world, at least as the devil in front of him says now, The scourge Legion cannot hurt the gods above the sky.

"Go on!"

The devil messenger smiled deeply. Since the dead in front of him dared to attack the field sheltered by the gods, he naturally had a grudge against the saints who served the gods. In any case, this powerful army of the dead and its rulers should be used by the master: "We have a common enemy. Our Lord can give you a great gift. Everything you hate, whether the holy capital or the gods above the sky, will fall, and the whole earth will fall into your hands. All this only requires you to devote your body and mind to the great pain, Lord Mosta!"

A cold wind hung up in the army of the dead. Covered by his helmet, Arthas looked at the demon messenger in front of him like a ridiculous clown.

"Hahaha ~ is that what you want to say?"

"You should make a wise choice. The power of the abyss is an existence you can't imagine. My Lord is an existence at its fixed point!"

Give your body and mind to the demon master in exchange for his gift? Arthas couldn't help narrowing his eyes. No one dared to say such words in front of him for a long time, demon!? Ridiculous existence!

"Kill him!"

what!? For a moment, the demon messenger doubted whether he had heard wrong. But then the action of the Scourge army surrounding him immediately made him understand that he had heard right!

Calthas raised his staff with a smile, and the fog suddenly rose around him. Countless howling ghosts swirled around calthas. Everything they went was torn to pieces by the soul. The messenger was shocked, his mouth opened to almost tear his jaw, and his sharp roar hit the mat with terrible sound waves, The skeleton soldiers surrounded in front were like a model of a pile of sand, which turned into ashes under the sound wave. Not only that, for a time, even the ghost called by calthas was scattered by the sound wave.

"What an ugly song ~ let me teach you what a magnificent chorus is!" Calthas opened his mouth fanatically, and the breath of death rolled out, sweeping everything around without difference.

Seeing the situation, the demon messenger immediately thought of retreating. The leader of the undead army in front of him was an invincible opponent. Unexpectedly, a lich around him also had such amazing strength. However, when the messenger just turned to return to the light curtain, Frost's sadness ran through his body from his back. In the fierce scream of the other party, Arthas lifted the demon messenger stabbed on the sword.

"You stupid guy, how dare you refuse!" Before finishing his words, the messenger had found that the heavy sword emitting a strange smell of death was corrupting his soul.

Carl sass looked at the devil and said with a deep smile: "ah, what a funny clown, performing funny tricks in front of his majesty. But the clown seems a little complacent, so he needs to beat it to let the clown understand his identity. Hehe hehe"

Arthas brought the demon messenger to his eyes and said contemptuously in a voice comparable to the cold wind of the base: "clown! Yes, it is indeed a clown who does not know the height of heaven and earth. Your death will bring a message to your master. Neither gods nor demons can stop the pace of death."

At this time, Frostmourne increased its strength, and Alsace's pupils under his helmet also burned blue sparks, breaking out unprecedented strength. Alsace competed with the distorted void for the degenerate demon soul. The corrupted soul destined to fall into the distorted void could not be saved, even the gods could not do it, Only by destroying the souls of the fallen together can we avoid them falling into the distorted void and being enslaved by the devil forever. If this is the rule brought by the law of the interface, Arthas, who came out of the summoning system, ignored this rule. With the corruption of frost sorrow, the devil messenger stopped crying, his eyes and mouth began to shine with a dark blue soul fire, and the suction from the distorted void gradually subsided.

At the same time, it was located in a plane that twisted the void, and the roar with incomparable anger penetrated every corner of the whole plane!

The huge and ferocious body of Mostar, the master of pain, twisted. Countless painful souls were imprisoned in this huge plane. It seemed that a large number of various torture tools were placed in this cave, which had been dyed crimson by blood. From huge tear frames to tiny bone penetrating steel nails, it can be said that all conceivable terrorist torture tools in the whole world history were available.

Mostar's cruel and sadistic demon slaves are torturing these souls with all kinds of cruel torture. They use their howls and screams to please the moody master and avoid being sent to torture.

"Fool, you dare to refuse my gift, sad bug, you still want to take my slave from me!!" Mostar's shrill voice is as painful as countless running in gears.

The anger of the demon master has reached the extreme at the moment. Mostar can feel that the slave soul he sent is breaking away from his bondage. Although this is incredible, it is true that the undead has a way to break the rules of the law of the interface and take away the soul that belongs to the distorted void.

"Rest! Bug, no one can take a soul from here, even the gods can't!"

Mostar crazily swings his arm like a sickle, and the eyes dominated by pain shine with blood red light. The huge force of the abyss is forcibly poured into the soul that is about to completely lose control with Mostar's will regardless of loss. The demon messenger who is about to be completely corrupted in front of Arthas is suddenly shocked, The red light suddenly appeared in the blue soul fire, and the messenger sent out an amazing wail. The whole body began to be covered with blood red cracks. A powerful force came back, and even the frost sadness could not be suppressed.

Boom!!

In an instant, the body of the demon messenger was like a blown balloon, which completely burst, not only * * but also the soul. The flying flesh and blood even spread all over Arthas. All this came so suddenly that even Arthas did not expect that the demon master in the abyss could destroy his servant's body under such circumstances.

Seeing the previous efforts turned into fragments, Arthas also felt angry: "poor thing, do you think you can challenge the dignity of the Lich King! Fool, in the near future, you will pay a heavy price for what you do today. No one can escape the fate of death, even the devil can't do it."

For the pain master Mostar and the Lich King Arthas, they are both losers, but at the moment, in the distorted void, there are a pair of eyes watching all this. Among them, aleguso, the killing master at the head of the nine masters, is playing with the box in his hand and watching Arthas in anger.

It was not until a long time that aleguso murmured to himself, "no one can escape death. Yes, you can't escape death, sad undead!" (to be continued.)