If possible, few lords are willing to fight the devil who calls himself "Soul Merchant". Being able to live in hell is not a good thing, but the devil is definitely the one with the most murderous intentions among all the villains.
The huge black shadow rolled and slammed out, and the Mithril pillars it passed were smashed by it. The devil turned his wrist, and the black blood slanted out from the keel long sword that cut off the ancient python's head. He stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by piles of corpses.
He emptied the snakes that Basilisk had driven.
hiss.
The snake group did not attack again, the Basilisk snake straightened up, and the savage vertical pupils stared closely at the devil standing in the pile of corpses. In the battle just now, a pair of arms holding a scythe on Basilisk's side was cut off by the devil, and the flesh and blood at the wound was slowly squirming. As a price, the devil resisted a bone spur on Manticola's long tail.
At this time, the hall was quite empty.
After the battle between the devil and Basilisk broke out, the rest of the little lords, either caught in the aftermath of the battle, or fought with the blood clan, withdrew from the hall. The battle here is no longer something that small soldiers like them can intervene in. The two armies are fighting, and the biggest stage has been given up to the most courageous and terrifying generals.
Tick, tick.
Blood fell from the tail of the dress, and the devil raised his head slowly, with that mask-like smile still on his face.
Basilisk was a little frightened. The authority the king gave the devils was more powerful than they thought, and the devils actually carried their group attack. Even, the devil launched the attack first and suppressed them faintly.
"Aha." The treacherous lord controlled the monster Manticola and retreated to Basilisk, its wrinkled face with twinkling eyes that flickered frighteningly, "Your Majesty, you know what the true nature of authority is. Do you? You know that in hell, perfidy is the rule of thumb?"
The treacherous lord's eyes swept maliciously between the devil and the king.
On the throne, the king sat with his glasses down, as if the battle below had nothing to do with him. Countless black butterflies hovered beside him, and all the lords who approached the throne during the battle were stopped by them.
"It's not a wise choice for you to trust a soul merchant so much. Have you ever thought--your knight doesn't want to need you to grant authority? It's not as comfortable for others to give it to yourself, right?"
The group of snakes swam, the blade in the devil's hand turned, and he laughed lightly: "That's not the way to sow discord."
"My esteemed majesty has only judgment, I suppose," said the treacherous lord, his voice soft and sweet. "Your majesty, listen, what's here—why did reinforcements come so coincidentally?"
The treacherous lord's voice just fell, and a harsh voice came from above his head, like thousands of legions falling from the sky. The voice was hoarse and suppressed, no longer the sound of a bird pecking just now, but like scales rubbing against rocks.
The king sitting on the throne subconsciously raised his head.
"Close your eyes! Your Majesty!"
The devil realized the change and shouted.
But one step too late.
At the moment when the king looked up, the treacherous lord met his gaze.
There was a mysterious smile on the face of the treacherous lord, and its pupils turned dark red at this moment. Countless spiral cracks are entrenched in its eyes, and its eyes are infinitely attractive at this moment, like a vortex that can devour everyone's soul, and boundless malice is thrown out from the vortex.
Countless overlapping phantoms exploded in the king's mind, his ice-blue pupils expanded slightly, and the bottom of his eyes was empty.
The flames of war, the blood, the fighting... The sad cries echoed around the king's side. He felt as if he was walking at the end of a barren world, with countless bones under his feet, his royal robe shattered, and blood flowing down his hand. His people abandoned him... He was betrayed, betrayed.
A sword pierced through his heart, and he turned his head hard, wanting to see who betrayed him in the end.
Almost in an instant, the devil's already pale complexion became even paler, and the black butterflies hovering around the throne became weak all of a sudden, each of them seemed to have been pulled back and fell to the ground.
The long-awaited lords seized this opportunity, and they burst out, breaking through the defense of the Black Butterfly from the left and right sides like lightning, and stretched out their claws toward the king on the throne.
The devil turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the king.
On the wrinkled monkey face of the treacherous lord, the smile became more and more mysterious. The patterns in its pupils circled, and the malice in the whirlpool drowned the king's world.
… The sword was so cold that it could freeze his soul, and blood dripped. He turned back hard, and the face of the betrayal was reflected in his pupils.
— Pale face, mask-like smile.
"No matter who it is, there will always be seeds of doubt hidden in the heart, especially the king."
The smile on the face of the treacherous lord is extremely happy. It is short in stature, but after being attached to Manticola's back, it can also overlook the entire hall condescendingly.
The devil was half-kneeling in front of the throne, and the corpses of the lords who had pounced on the king were lying around, their heads neatly beheaded by the sword. But the devil's head that swung that amazing sword also slowly fell down - Basilisk's snake tail pierced his heart.
The viscous blood flowed down the icy tail, and fell to the ground like a trickle.
The deceitful lord looked at this scene with pride. In this world, there is no one who does not have a gap in his heart, and as a lord who masters deceit, he is closer to a snake than Basilisk. As long as it catches the gap in his heart, in this world There is no creature beyond its control. Humans are the creatures with the most gaps in the heart in this world.
What about the craziest devil
It is not necessary to die under the horror of the human heart.
The king's pupils were hollow, and his knight was dying in front of him, but he was indifferent, sitting on the throne like a delicate puppet.
Basilisk pulled out his snake's tail, and it swam from a corpse, slowly approaching the throne, and ecstasy filled its heart. In the hall at this time, only it and the deceitful lord were left, the rest of the snake group and the little lord were already dead, and their bodies were floating in a pool of blood.
As Basilisk approached the throne, it opened its mouth sharply, and its beak tripled in size in an instant, and it was about to swallow the puppet-like king in one bite.
clang-
Sparks splattered.
The smile on the face of the treacherous lord was a little stagnant. When Basilisk stepped forward to devour the king, it controlled Manticola and launched a sneak attack on Basilisk. But Basilisk had eyes on his back, his arm dangling by his side slammed, and a shield blocked the blow he was aiming for.
"Do you think I'll get carried away by the joy and forget my guard?"
A gloomy voice sounded, and Basilisk, who had just been dazzled by the power at his fingertips, turned his head slowly, his diamond-shaped vertical pupils staring at the treacherous lord.
"Oooh, that's unexpected."
The treacherous lord was not at all ashamed, he laughed, and still stared at Basilisk with a hint of dark red eyes.
"Lord Basilisk, known for his recklessness, was so vigilant."
The alliance just now turned into a mortal enemy in an instant, and both Basilisk and the treacherous lord were used to it. In hell, it's no big deal, intrigue and cunning are the hallmarks of hell, right? On the contrary, the devil who calls himself "Soul Merchant" is as loyal and ridiculous as a real knight in front of his monarch.
Basilisk sneered and rushed towards the treacherous lord without hesitation.
There is only one throne, and those who peep at the throne can only sit on the last one left.
The control ability of the treacherous lord is indeed terrifying, but its body is too fragile. It is precisely because of this that after the outbreak of the battle, the deceitful lord will directly parasitize the more powerful Manticola without hesitation. Seeing Basilisk rushing towards him, the treacherous lord did not hesitate to control Manticola to retreat.
It whistled vigorously.
After the sharp whistle sounded, a series of harsh scratching sounds exploded, "Boom", the huge black stone collapsed, and several figures fell from the sky and rushed towards Basilisk.
The remaining lords who did not participate in the banquet left the battlefield outside, and left their soldiers and rushed directly into the Black Rock Castle.
"You actually believe it?!"
Basilisk's left arm was torn off, and it growled in shock and rage.
"There is no way for deceit to give you authority! You are allied with it, and you just wait to be bitten back!"
"Of course, my allies are not fools, Mr. Basilisk." The treacherous lord hid from the battlefield, "but have you been replaced by a human? Hell, who is not a good betrayal and betrayal. We are just I feel that you are strong enough, and the power falls into your hands, so it is not easy to divide it up again. It is always like not getting a little bit of power, right?"
It laughs triumphantly.
The wind poured down from the hole at the top of the hall, whistling and cold.
…
Grela stood on the steel deck, the wind blowing from the high altitude made people feel that the cold air penetrated through the gaps in the bones.
The battleship flew high in the sky where even the Walway pirates were frightened, quietly hiding in the thick dark clouds, like a lurking dragon. Basilisk felt that they had recruited troops early enough and arranged them patiently enough, but the king was earlier and more patient than them.
In fact, when the flock of alien birds that besieged Blackrock Castle were disguised as clouds and squatted in the sky, the Dragon Wing battleship was in the high-altitude clouds above them.
As the head of the flock, Basilisk is used to driving strange birds to launch surprise attacks from the sky. It never imagined that there are people flying higher than the flock.
Grela wore special glasses and looked down. When the different birds attacked the castle, the Dragon Wing battleship quietly set off, moving all the way, the dark clouds on the dark red sky were stacked all year round, becoming the best protective color for the battleship.
"A group of snakes devour each other."
She sighed softly.
Grela learns from Jenny about the "Old Testament of Hell" and the ancient curse that hell is doomed to chaos. Grela, who was flying high in the sky and overlooking everything, felt the existence of that curse more than anyone else.
When the third of the lords who did not attend the banquet led their army out to attack the Blackrock King City, Grela saw another army coming out of the abyss and aggressively occupying the territory of this group of lords. The strength of the hell lord is composed of "domain" and "authority", no matter which one is lost, it will be severely damaged.
"Whose army belongs to?"
Grela asked Hawkins.
"Tricky lord." Captain Hawkins took the grass root in his mouth and casually opened a bat and sent the king's order, "Your Majesty has an order—"
"attack!"
The Dragon Wing battleship folded its wings, swooped down from a high altitude, and rushed towards the territory of the treacherous lord.
…
The stench of blood in the Blackrock King City was so strong that it was disgusting.
"It's such a pity, it's time for everyone to call the curtain together."
The treacherous lord climbed down from Manticola's back, bowing likely to the corpse on the ground.
The battle between the lords who arrived later and Basilisk was as fierce as the previous battle between the devil and the lord, and Basilisk, who had become a trapped beast, was able to break out ten percent in order to survive. Most of the lords who thought they could easily solve Basilisk were torn to shreds by it.
"what have you done?!"
Before the Lord of Doom was dying, he asked in astonishment. It thinks it's careful enough to keep an eye out for a sneak attack from the deceitful lord that kills Basilisk. As a result, the treacherous lord directly launched a frontal attack, and at the moment when it attacked, the doom lord felt that he had suddenly lost most of his power.
"You only need to do a sneak attack once." The treacherous lord smiled, and he bowed to the doom lord again, "Thank you for your selfless help, and I will accept your territory with a smile."
Lord Doom's eyes widened, and a moment before he died, he suddenly remembered that before participating in the banquet, the treacherous lord was the most active one to participate in the agreement. It is not that no lord was afraid of the ancient curse, but the treacherous lord spared no effort to help fuel the flames. Finally, there is today's battle situation.
Two-thirds of the lords came to the castle, without a single soldier, to paralyze the vigilance of the king and the devil. After the battle broke out in the castle, the remaining lords attacked the king's territory with all their strength, weakening the authority and power granted to the king by the Old Testament of Hell.
"I didn't expect that you actually came out in full force." The deceitful lord regretted hypocritically, "Who can believe that my army can occupy a third of the territory of the entire hell."
Its tone should have been more hypocritical, but it was too proud, so the voice couldn't help but bring out a harsh smile like a night owl.
The treacherous lord stepped over the corpse of the doom lord, which was short, not even the chest of an ordinary man, dragging a sword with monkey-like claws, and clambered towards the throne.
"Gentlemen, I hope you will remember that force is not the most powerful in this world."
It sighed like a poet, grinning its mouth full of white teeth.
Just like there were so many powerful beings in the Wall of Hundred Insects, in the end it was a short and deformed guy like it that climbed out.
On the throne, the silver-haired monarch of the Rose family looked down at the knight who died in front of him.
After the devil died, the treacherous lord released his control over the king—after all, the Old Testament still existed, and using that ability to control the monarch for a long time was also a great burden on the treacherous lord.
The king, who had regained consciousness, said nothing during the ensuing melee, but only put his hand on the dead devil's head, his fingers digging into the devil's black hair.
From the beginning to the end, there is no lord to take care of him.
Without the devil, in this hell, it is impossible for a mortal king to even escape, and anyone can easily run over to death. Probably because of this, after the devil died, the king simply sat on the throne and watched silently, waiting for the last kingslayer to be born.
Mortals, mortals, are so pathetic.
"I think the crown on your head is more suitable for me."
The treacherous lord grinned at the king, who raised his greatsword high.
The king looked at it calmly, his icy blue pupils like the extreme north sea on a winter night.
"Sorry, sir, I don't think it's appropriate at all."
An extraordinarily polite voice sounded, the voice of the treacherous lord could be considered familiar.
"In addition, I sincerely recommend that you learn how to be qualified to sow discord."