Chapter 48

The devil has a smile on his face.

The king never thought the devil's smile was real.

His smile is just like his clever words and colors, all are unbreakable masks. There's something crazy, bloody, evil coming out of the smiling mask - maybe that's the essence of the devil.

The devil's black clothes are like the wings of a crow in the air. The white Scepter in his hand is his weapon to kill everything.

The battle may be a show.

The only one watching is the king.

The king watched the devil holding the scepter of bones, cutting off one tentacle after another, watching the black butterflies flying around the devil, watching the dark green fog interweave with the black fog.

The LORD was angered by the devil. His tentacles were pulled back from the columns around the crossbeam on the top of his head, and he pulled up a net on the devil's retreat.

"Greed."

The Lord's buzzing voice reverberates throughout the space.

The king felt a kind of invisible pressure, even if he held the black umbrella that the devil gave him, the pressure was as dull as the deep sea.

The phantom speed of the devil slowed down.

Those tentacles with many weapons rolled up to him, and a sword of extraordinary origin flew out of the suction cup, enveloping the demons who were forced to form like meteors.

When the devil landed on the ground, he fell on one knee, and the white bone Scepter in his hand was deeply inserted into the hard stone surface of the palace. Countless black butterflies swept from his body, they gathered together, rolled up the whirlwind like a knife, and rolled those swords in.

"Unrighteousness -"

the Lord wants to speak.

The devil jumped up from the ground. He dragged the white bone Scepter with the tip of the scepter on the ground and rushed to the Lord who was sitting on the throne. The place where the scepter contacted the ground was full of sparks.

The black group of butterflies around him had not dispersed, and the tentacles that blocked the way were cut open one by one. In an instant, the devil came close to the throne again. The Lord's voice is interrupted by Shengsheng. The devil holds the scepter and stabs the Lord again with the scepter as a nail.

Scale friction, the scales of Lord manlisk's head move in an instant, overlap and gather together, forming a huge shield in front of him - its weakness is in the head, if the devil didn't attack without warning at the beginning, it would not be stabbed in the eye by the devil.

"Your majesty

The devil's Scepter left a deep scar on the scales. He immediately left and passed by dozens of tentacles. He was in mid air and raised his voice.

"Please allow me to use your power."

"Can I equate your hospitality with your bad intentions?"

The king had a black umbrella and his clothes were rustling with the wind.

"Alas! Your majesty! I'm at your service

The devil once again lightly avoided several sweeping tentacles. His Scepter cut a long twisted crack in the air, and those tentacles were neatly cut off by the crack.

"Please use your ring now!"

"How?"

The king did not stay where he was. He stepped on the mountains of wealth. The Lord seems to have fallen into madness. His tentacles are just aimlessly attacking. The king galloped on the hill of gold and precious stones, avoiding the tentacles that whipped around.

"Please order in your own name -"

the devil folded in mid air, his black dress spread like a jade feather, and black butterflies flew away around him. He held the scepter in the air virtual cut, several strong wind swept out, will attack the king's tentacles cut into two sections.

"- please deprive the traitors of their power!"

"Order in my name -"

a huge stone pillar fell down, the king jumped up on the stone pillar, then half knelt down on the golden mountain, and the black umbrella fell out. The king didn't take care of the black umbrella. He stretched out his hand and jumped up. He saw that the ring of the rose family in his hand was constantly shining.

"I deprive the traitors -"

as if sensing something, the Lord's tentacles gave up the near devil and went to the king with the wind.

The devil whispered and Sen gave a cold smile.

His figure suddenly dispersed, into a blanket of black fog, countless black butterflies dancing wildly in the fog. The tentacles were all blocked by the black fog.

The king's cold voice rang through the palace.

"- the power that you have."

The air fell into a moment of silence, the moment the king's words blurted out, as if the ancient power was reviving, as if the ancient glory was shaking, invisible majesty came across, the huge throne in the middle of the palace appeared numerous cracks in a series of crisp sounds.

All the tentacles around are like being hit hard.

They curled up and shuddered, as if a force was passing rapidly from them.The Lord on the Throne made an unbelievable voice: "who is the man you brought with you?"

Its scales are peeling off one by one.

The black fog suddenly dispersed, and the devil's figure reappeared in mid air. I don't know when the black umbrella that the king just took off was held by him again. Holding the handle of the umbrella, he turned and drew out a long thin sword from the umbrella bone.

"No comment, Mr. manlisk."

Devil lips up, showing a cold smile.

He took the handle of the sword in both hands, jumped up high, and shot the sword through the air in the quiver of the air.

The blood spattered.

The devil half knelt on the throne, the sword in his hand from the Lord's head straight into.

The king was standing on the mountain of wealth with his box. He gasped slightly. The ring on his finger was burning hot, as if he was wearing some magma instead of a ring.

When he blurted out that sentence, the king felt that there was some power to peel from himself and the ring.

What's that?

………………

The cold air swirled in the ruined palace.

The owner of the palace has died on his throne.

Those tentacles are falling down.

The devil let go, and he staggered to his feet.

As manlisk said, this battle is definitely not easy for him. That's why there are few direct battles in one territory in hell. With the blessing of "power", the power of the Lord can't be underestimated. A lord is almost immortal and invincible in his power.

The devil retreated from the throne and hit the cold stone pillar with his back.

He leaned against the stone pillar and slid down slowly.

He heard footsteps coming from behind: "your support is very beautiful, your majesty."

The footsteps came near.

A clang but clear ring.

The devil looked up and saw that the king did not know when to open the box. He drew a pale keel dagger from the golden scabbard.

"Hello! Your majesty

The devil's voice rose abruptly, for the king sent the dagger forward to his neck.

"What you've done tonight is very beautiful, Mr. devil."

Said the king slowly.

His voice was surprisingly soft, but the hand holding the dagger was also surprisingly steady.

"I'm only at your service Don't you want to pardon the pirates? "

The devil saw that the dagger sent a little forward again, and he wisely didn't lie any more.

"To you, your majesty."

The dagger stopped.

The devil raised his hand and spread it out.

The bone ring, which symbolizes the power of "greed and ill gotten gains", lies quietly in the hands of the devil.

"An opportunity to explain."

The king did not send the dagger forward again, but he did not take it back.

"Your skill of mending knives is also very outstanding." The devil muttered, "I hope you will think about how you treat your loyal knight next time you accuse me of always falling into the well."

"Loyal hell knight? Well, please explain

The king's knife was firmly on its stand.

The devil

"It's like this..." The devil reluctantly leaned on the stone pillar, "as your loyal knight, you should do your best for every wish. Since you want to forgive the Cursed Pirates, what is more complete than your direct control of greed and ill gotten gains? "

"Why am I taking it away?"

"Of course, because you are the owner of the rose family now." The devil's tone is sincere.

"What is a rebel?"

"You don't need to care about a little rhetoric. You always have to find some reason to kill someone, don't you?" The devil raises his hand, and his words are sincere nonsense.

"It's true that the whole hell's lies don't add up as much as you? Mr. devil. "

"Well Do I need to say thank you? " The devil's mouth turned up slightly and gave the king a smile, "of course..."

All of a sudden, his voice became erratic again, like a snake swimming away and spitting out a message.

"If you really want to know, I can't tell you, my dear majesty."

"Do you want to know now?"

The devil's pale face was lost in the darkness.

The king looked at him calmly, drew back the dagger with a cold face, and did not take away the bone ring. The devil's hospitality is not a good thing. Who knows if it will be a trap like this evening? Who knows if the ring symbolizing power is taken away and he will go to hell immediately?

"Do you need me to help you put it on?"The devil came up again. He seemed to expect the king to wear the bone ring immediately.

"No, thank you."

The king politely and coldly refused.

"Alas..."

The devil sighed with regret and could only put away the bone ring for the king first. He looked at the king's knife and gently reminded him.

"The black death is coming, your majesty."

"Can these things be brought back to the world?"

The king put the dagger back in the scabbard. He looked around and his eyes fell on the scattered treasure.

The devil understood what the king meant.

He couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved In the eyes of the king, the bone ring, the symbol of power, is not as good as a pile of worldly wealth? The news will drive all the Lords of hell crazy!

Seeing that the king seemed to want to draw the knife again, he quickly explained: "yes, but we can't carry too much out at one time. After all, they have been branded by hell, and it will attract attention to take them out in large quantities at one time. Of course, if you are willing to accept this bone ring, that's another matter. "

"Are you free to go in and out of here?" Asked the king, meditating.

The devil understood what the king wanted to do.

Well, after the coachman, he has a new identity -

His Majesty's porter.

………………

The next day.

The warehouse of the Rose Palace.

The Duke of Buckingham looked blankly at the golden mountain in front of him Who can tell him where these gold coins came from? Why is there some suspicious green mucus on the gold coins? It doesn't seem to be something that the Holy See can tolerate.

"We need some well spoken servants."

The king stood beside the Duke of Buckingham with a look of his own.

"They look a little bit dirty."

The Duke of Buckingham stopped talking.

Sire, they really just look a little dirty Is that right?

The author has something to say: complement each other to achieve √

Devil: full of lies

King: ruthless

one killing and one searching, as if the cooperation is also very smooth [meditation]