Chapter 123

If you can, few lords are willing to fight with demons who call themselves "soul merchants". To live in hell is not good, but the devil is definitely the one who kills the most among all villains.

The huge shadow rolled out and smashed the secret silver array column where it passed. The devil turned his wrist, cut off the keel of the ancient Python's head, and the black blood on the sword flew out obliquely. He stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by a circle of corpses.

He emptied the snakes driven by basilisk.

Hiss.

The snakes did not attack rashly any more. Basilisk snake straightened up, and the vertical pupil of ferocious gold was staring at the devil standing in the corpse. In the just battle, a pair of arms holding the sickle on the side of basilisk's body were cut down by the devil. At this time, the flesh and blood at the wound slowly wriggled. As a price, the devil resisted a bone spur on Mandy Cora's long tail.

At this time, the hall is quite empty.

After the battle between the devil and basilisk broke out, the rest of the small lords were either involved in the aftermath of the battle, or fighting with the blood glue, and withdrew from the hall. The fighting here is no longer something that they can intervene in. When the two armies fight, the biggest stage is given to the most brave and terrible generals.

Tick, tick.

Blood fell from the tail of the dress, the devil slowly looked up, his face was still wearing that mask like smile.

Basilisk was a little bit frightened. The power given by the king to the devil was stronger than they imagined. The devil actually carried their attack. Even, the devil took the lead in attacking and subdued them.

"Aha." The deceitful Lord manipulated the monster, mandikola, and retreated to basilisk. On its shriveled and wrinkled face, a pair of eyes twinkled and bright, "Your Majesty, do you know what the real essence of power is? You know in hell, treachery is the code of conduct? "

The eyes of the deceitful Lord swept back and forth between the devil and the king.

On the throne, the king sat down with his glass in his eyes, as if the fierce battle had nothing to do with him. Countless black butterflies hovered beside him, and all the Lords close to the throne were stopped by them in the battle.

"It's not a wise choice for you to trust a soul merchant so much. Have you ever thought that your knights don't want you to give them authority? It's not as comfortable to be given by others as to be possessed by oneself, is it

Snakes swimming, the devil's sword in the hands of rotation, he said with a light smile: "sow discord is not so used."

"Your Majesty, I think, has only judgment." Said the deceitful Lord, in a soft and sweet voice. "Listen, your majesty, what's here - why did reinforcements come so coincidentally?"

As soon as the deceitful Lord's words came down, a harsh voice came from his head, like thousands of legions coming down from the sky. His voice is hoarse and oppressive. It is no longer the sound of a strange bird pecking, but like scales rubbing against rocks.

The king, sitting on the throne, raised his head subconsciously.

"Close your eyes! Your majesty

The devil realized the change and cheered.

But it's a little late.

The moment the king looked up, the deceitful Lord came into contact with him.

Deceitful Lord's face with a sly smile, its pupil at this moment into a dark red. Countless spiral cracks are embedded in its eyes. Its eyes have infinite attraction at this moment, like a whirlpool that can swallow all human souls. Boundless malice rushes out from that whirlpool.

Countless overlapping illusions exploded in the king's mind, his ice blue pupils spread slightly, and the fundus of his eyes was empty.

War, blood, fighting He felt as if he was walking at the end of the barren world. There were countless bones under his feet. His robe was broken and blood flowed down his hands. His people abandoned him He was betrayed, betrayed.

A sword runs through his heart. He turns his head to see who betrays him at last.

Almost in an instant, the devil's originally pale face became more pale, and the black butterfly hovering around the throne suddenly became weak. One of them seemed to be pulled back and fell to the ground.

The Lords, who had been waiting for a long time, seized the opportunity. They broke through the defense of the black butterfly from the left and right sides and held out their claws to the king on the throne.

Without hesitation, the devil turned to the king.

On the wrinkled monkey face of the deceitful Lord, the smile became more and more mysterious. The pattern in his pupil circled, and the malice in the whirlpool drowned the king's world.

…… The body of the sword was cold enough to freeze the soul, and the blood was dripping. He turned back hard, and the face of the Betrayer was reflected in his pupils.

Pale face, masked smile.

"No matter who it is, there will always be seeds of doubt in his heart, especially the king."

The smile on the deceitful Lord's face was very joyful. He was small, but after adsorbing on Mandy Cora's back, he was able to overlook the whole hall.The devil half knelt in front of the throne. The bodies of the lords who rushed to the king fell around and were cut off by the sword. But the head of the devil who wielded that amazing sword also slowly dropped down - basilisk's snake tail pierced his heart.

Thick blood along the cold snake tail flow down, trickling down to the ground.

The deceitful Lord looks at this scene with pride. No one in the world has a gap in his heart. As a master of deceitfulness, he is closer to a snake than basilisk. As long as he catches the gap in his heart, there is no creature in the world that can't be controlled by him. Human beings are the creatures with the most inner crevices in the world.

What about the craziest devil?

It's not that you have to die under the horror of the human heart.

The king's pupil is empty, his knight dies in front of him, but he is indifferent, like a delicate puppet sitting on the throne.

Basilisk drew out his own snake tail. He walked up from a corpse and slowly approached the throne. His heart was filled with ecstasy. In the hall at this time, only it and the deceitful Lord were left. The rest of the snakes and the small lords were dead, and their bodies were floating in the pool of blood.

As basilisk approaches the throne, it suddenly opens its mouth, and its beak becomes three times bigger in an instant. It is about to swallow the puppet like King.

Dang -

Mars splashes.

The smile on the deceitful Lord's face was a little stagnant. When basilisk came forward to devour the king, it controlled mandikola to launch a sneak attack on basilisk. But basilisk had eyes behind him. His arm swung to his side, and a shield blocked him.

"Do you think I'll be carried away by joy and forget to be on guard?"

The cold voice rang out, and basilisk, who had just been dazed by the power within his reach, slowly turned back, his diamond vertical pupil staring at the deceitful Lord.

"Oh, what a surprise."

The deceitful Lord was not ashamed at all. He laughed and stared at basilisk with a trace of dark red eyes.

"Lord basilisk, famous for his recklessness, was so alert and careful."

The alliance just now became a mortal enemy, and both basilisk and the deceitful Lord were used to it. In hell, it's no big deal. Conspiracy and cunning are the characteristics of hell, right? But the devil who called himself "soul merchant" was as loyal as a real knight in front of his monarch.

Basilisk gave a sneer and without hesitation pounced on the deceitful Lord.

There is only one throne, and those who peep at it will die until the last one is left.

The control ability of the deceitful Lord is really terrible, but its essence is too fragile. It is precisely because of this that after the outbreak of the battle, the deceitful Lord will not hesitate to parasitize the more powerful mandikola directly. See Brazil lisk toward himself, deceitful Lord without hesitation to control Mandy Cora retreat to escape.

It whistled hard.

After the sharp whistle sounded, a series of harsh scraping and disturbing sounds exploded. With a "boom", the huge black stone collapsed, and several figures fell from the sky and rushed to basilisk.

The remaining lords who did not attend the banquet left the battlefield outside and left their soldiers to rush directly into the Blackstone castle.

"How can you believe it?"

Basilisk's left arm was torn off, and it started to roar with surprise and anger.

"Treachery cannot give you power! You are allied with it, and you are waiting to be bitten

"Of course, there are no idiots in my allies, Mr. basilisk." The deceitful Lord hid out of the battlefield. "But have you been changed by human beings? Hell guy, which is not a good hand to betray and betray. We just think that if you are strong enough and the power falls into your hands, it will not be easy to redistribute. Sharing power equally is like not getting it at all? "

Its laughter was triumphant.

The wind poured down from the hole in the top of the hall.

……………………

Grela was standing on the steel deck, and the wind was so high that one could only feel the chill seeping through the cracks in her bones.

The warship flies on the high altitude where even the Warwick pirates are frightened. It hides quietly in the thick clouds, like a hidden dragon. They felt that they had recruited troops early enough and arranged patiently enough, but the king was more patient than them.

In fact, when the birds that besieged Blackstone castle were sitting in the sky disguised as clouds, the Dragon wings were in the clouds above them.

As the head of birds, basilisk is used to driving strange birds to launch raids from the sky. It never thought that there were people who could fly higher than the birds.

Grela, with her special glasses, looked down. When the strange birds attack the castle, the Dragon Wing warship starts quietly and goes all the way. The dark clouds on the dark red sky stack all the year round, becoming the best protective color for the warship."Snakes eat each other."

She sighed softly.

From Jennie, grela learned about the Old Testament of hell and the ancient curse of hell. Flying in the sky overlooking everything, greela felt the existence of the curse more truly than anyone else.

When the one-third of the lords who did not attend the banquet led their troops to attack the Blackstone City, grela saw another army coming out of the abyss and invading the Lords' territory. The power of hell Lord is composed of "domain" and "power". No matter which one is lost, it will be severely damaged.

"Whose army are those?"

Grela asked Hawkins.

"Treacherous Lord." Captain Hawkins, holding the grass root in his mouth, carelessly opened a bat and sent the king's order, "Your Majesty has orders --"

"attack!"

The Dragon winged warship folded its wings and dived down from the sky towards the territory of the deceitful Lord.

………………

The smell of blood in the city of Blackstone is disgusting.

"What a pity. It's time for you to call a curtain call."

The deceitful Lord climbed down from manticola's back and bowed to the corpse on the ground like a statue.

Later, the battle between the Lords and Basilisk was so fierce that it was the same as the battle between the devil and the Lord. Basilisk, who became a trapped beast, broke out 10% of his skills in order to survive. Most of the lords who thought it would be easy to solve basilisk were torn to pieces by it.

"What did you do?"

Asked the LORD with astonishment before he was dying. It thinks that it is careful enough to be alert to the attack of the deceitful Lord after killing basilisk. As a result, the deceitful Lord launched a direct frontal attack, and at the moment of its attack, the unfortunate Lord felt that he had lost most of his power.

"It only needs to be done once when the attack fails." The deceitful Lord was smiling. He bowed to the bad Lord again. "Thank you for your selfless help. I will accept your territory."

The Lord of doom glared, and at the moment before he died, he suddenly remembered that before attending the king's banquet, the deceitful Lord was the most active one to participate in the agreement. It was not that the LORD did not fear the ancient curse, but the deceitful Lord spared no effort to boost the flames. Finally, we have today's situation.

Two thirds of the Lords came to the castle without any soldiers, paralyzing the vigilance of the king and the devil. After the battle broke out inside the castle, the remaining lords attacked the king's territory with all their strength, weakening the power given to the king by the Old Testament of hell.

"I didn't expect that you really came out." The deceitful Lord lamented hypocritically, "who can believe that my army can occupy one third of the territory of the whole hell?"

Its tone should have been more hypocritical, but it was too proud, so the voice could not help but bring out a night owl's piercing smile.

The deceitful Lord stepped on the body of the unlucky Lord. He was small, even less than the chest of an ordinary man. He walked to the throne with monkey like claws and a sword.

"Gentlemen, I hope you will remember that force is not the most powerful force in the world."

It chanted like a poet, with white teeth.

Just like there were so many powerful beings in the wall of insects at the beginning, in the end, it was a small and deformed guy like him who climbed out.

On the throne, the silver haired Prince of the rose family looked down at the knight who had died in front of him.

After the devil's death, the deceitful Lord looses his control over the king - after all, there is the Old Testament. It is also a great burden for the deceitful Lord to use that ability to control the monarch for a long time.

The conscious king didn't say a word in the ensuing scuffle. He just put his hand on the dead devil's head and put his finger in the devil's black hair.

From beginning to end, there was no lord in charge of him.

Without the devil, in this hell, as a mortal king, it's impossible to escape, anyone can easily run over to death. Probably because of this, after the death of the devil, the king simply sat on the throne and watched in silence, waiting for the birth of the last regicide.

Mortals, mortals, are so sad.

"I think the crown on your head is more suitable for me."

The deceitful Lord grinned at the king, who raised his sword high.

The king looked at it calmly, with ice blue pupils like the Arctic sea on a winter night.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't think it's appropriate at all."

An extraordinarily polite voice sounded, which was familiar to the crafty Lord.

"In addition, I sincerely suggest you learn how to sow dissension again."