Chapter 477

This is the palace of the demons.

Pale green ghost insects flutter around, forming the only light source in this huge and wide space, in addition to the fire of the soul.

Different from the rich and luxurious palaces of human beings, there is only one kind of decoration in this palace, that is, the stone statues of human maidens in different positions. These stone statues are of different heights and different shapes of clothes. The only thing in common is that all the stone figures have only one expression, deep pain and despair.

A man was standing in the middle of the palace. He was wearing a round hat, a red long gown with a lapel collar and Black Knee trousers, which looked like the 18th century French male aristocrats. He wore a pair of pointed shoes on his feet. He looked like a clown.

At this time, the clown was holding a brush, humming a strange tune in front of a painting board, while quickly daubing mixed paint on the canvas.

Not far behind him, on the throne in the deepest part of the palace, a man with a triangular cap, regardless of his clothing or temperament, was chewing on something. He did not mind the bright red liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, moistening his luxurious scarf made from Freund.

At his feet, a young girl still showed a trace of childishness, her face twisted, her hands on her face, regardless of her nails had been embedded in her face, leaving a series of scratch marks, as if she was experiencing unspeakable pain, trying to scream, but she could not even make a sound.

Her lower body, however, has gradually begun to petrify.

In the girl's despairing eyes, the man sitting on the throne threw the girl's heart which was only half left in his hand into his mouth, and then bited it off.

While enjoying their favorite taste, they can also enjoy the despair, powerlessness and pain of girls.

And the girl's twisted expression will stay on the stone statue of her body forever

"Your hobby is still so bad, BachIn."

At this time, a man covered in a black cloak walked slowly into the hall from the darkness at the gate of the palace.

"Isn't this our brother, Asahel, who gave up his identity and put himself under the command of the vampire princess?"

Sitting on the throne, the man known as BachIn grinned and revealed shark like teeth: "it's enough to be coquettish under that little sissy skirt, so have you come back to us again? I don't want to do business with a devil who stinks of vampires

With that, he laughed as if he had made a funny joke.

"Cough..."

As soon as BachIn had finished, the man who was painting the painting coughed twice.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Duke of Sabah, my dear friend." BachIn folded his smile and apologized in an insincere voice: "you know, I'm not talking about you. It's just that recently, those peace loving guys Well, what's it called Platinum rose? Whatever Those guys want to live in peace with human beings. They have completely tarnished their lineage as the descendants of night demons! Not only that, but even the little girl PI sent me a letter asking me to do that You're kidding! Shall we sign an equality treaty with bread

"shut up that smelly mouth and do it according to your royal highness!" If it were not for the Highness Princess, we are still lingering in the complete darkness. You should be grateful.

Asahel raised his head slightly, and his red eyes, which seemed to be burning under his black hood, lit up: "or do you think it's very comfortable to live in that stinking swamp, claiming to be one of the seven lords of hell in the abyss?"

"If you've come here to annoy me, you've made it!"

BachIn stood up slowly, and the surging magic power gradually gushed out of his seven foot high body, giving the hall a sense of wind and wind.

Asasher did not hesitate to release his magic power. Although the quantity was not large, he just played away the eroded magic power, but in terms of quality, it was far better than BachIn.

"You must remember that rotten brain." Asasher's black cloak and his words floated in the open hall with the gusts of wind: "whether it is the abyss plane or the main material plane, if you fight with me, you have never won once!"

Although I don't want to admit it, what asachel said is true, so even though BachIn cracked his teeth angrily, he didn't really do it.

"I came here to warn you not to turn a deaf ear to the words of your highness, or watch me crush your limbs and twist your head off!"

Assacher left an ultimatum and turned to leave.

At this point, Sabah, the Ducal vampire who had been the background, coughed twice, drawing their attention: "dear Lord BachIn, I already know what's going on in that area."

Then he turned his drawing board around, so that they could see the contents painted with paint.

The picture shows a man and two women, three of them standing on a large number of lower demons' bodies, leading the civilians behind them to make a fighting posture.After the Duke of Sabah agreed to provide the demon lord BachIn with human maidens as food to enhance his strength, he began to send his descendants to various villages and towns to select girls.

However, at the beginning, many of his descendants refused to contact with each other.

At first, they thought it was just a simple human revolt, but after sending a demon army to suppress it, they knew that they had made a mistake.

With a series of detection methods, such as mapping eye demons, mage's eyes and summoning crows, somehow all failed. Finally, the Duke of Sabah could only use blood magic to lose some strength. He mixed his own blood as the material to make a special pigment (vampires themselves don't have much blood, and their blood volume is closely related to their own strength). Only with the magic of prophecy can they successfully draw It's a painting that tells them the answer.

asascher saw the man in the picture wearing the poets' dress in a complete mess. Then he smiled a little trace of his smile on his lips. Then he used the same pull of the previous breath to command BachIn: "the man is a guest of your royal highness, you can't be rude, you know!"

With that, he turned away from the hall in a very contemptuous manner.

Sabah, the Duke of the vampire, seemed to notice something and frowned slightly, but still said nothing.

While BachIn watched the other party disappear in the dark again, and his face showed a grim smile: "if you say you don't touch it, don't touch it. Are you kidding? Why should I listen to that girl who is half my age? Besides, even if I can't beat you, you and I are not the only seven lords in hell

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