When the king stepped on the ground, the huge noise in his ears disappeared, and a strange music took its place.
"Here, Your Majesty."
The devil said that he let go of the king, but still stood very close to the king.
The king saw clearly the appearance of this "greed and ill-gotten wealth" lord's territory.
This place seems to be built on the skeleton of some ancient giant whale monster, and the place where they just rushed down is the giant mouth of the giant whale. At this time, they reached the belly of the giant whale. On the top of the head were the white ribs propped up one after another. The space was huge and full of strange smells.
This style of building based on bones... The king subconsciously remembered the palace built by the Rose family in the heart of the dragon.
- Did the Rose family ever have any connection with hell
The air was damp and musty, but it wasn't completely dark all around.
Countless gold and silver jewels are piled up everywhere, and the gold and gems are scorching bright, and they emit a light that seduces the mind and illuminates the surroundings with splendor and splendor. Treasures are piled high here, and every now and then gold coins fall from the nothingness overhead.
After the king stood on the ground, the devil opened the black umbrella again.
The difference is that this time, he handed the black umbrella to the king: "Forgive me for my short-term dereliction of duty, I will trouble Your Majesty to hold the umbrella for a while."
The king took the umbrella and looked up at the gold coins that kept falling from the void. They were wet, as if they had just been fished out of the sea.
The devil explained to the king in a low voice.
The lord here is in charge of the authority of "greed and ill-gotten wealth", and it often uses its own ship to penetrate the power of the human ocean, so that the ship will collect those sunken shipwreck wealth, and then send it to the sea. Here, too, are those human souls hunted by ships.
The wealth the king sees now is the one he has accumulated over a thousand years.
"The salvage range includes the Legrand waters, right?"
The king held an umbrella and raised his eyebrows.
The devil understood in an instant what the king meant.
- The ship also salvaged the sunken ships in the waters where Legrand belonged, and according to Legrand's law, those are wealth and belong to the royal family.
The devil was unable to answer the king's words for a while.
"You are a worthy king."
He sincerely praised.
Isn't this a worthy—and to some extent true—monarch who doesn’t forget to uphold Legrand’s laws when he arrives in hell
"Please keep silent for a while."
The devil exhorted, and then led the king forward.
The palace of the lord of "greed and ill-gotten wealth" was built not far in front of them. The palace is very high, but the architectural style is completely different from the human world. It is more like a temple than a palace. There are many beams that look like fish ridges.
The top of the palace was too high from the ground, and the light for the treasure was limited, so it was only vaguely visible that there seemed to be many serpents coiled around the pillars.
The king walked forward for a while, and understood why the devil let him continue to hold the black umbrella.
A viscous liquid dripped from above constantly, and the black umbrella seemed to have some kind of power, separating the mucus like a sulphurous fire rain.
As for the devil himself... the liquid disappeared before it got close to him.
"Who dares to disturb the dormancy of the great Manrisque?"
As soon as the king stepped into the palace, a slow, as if there were countless mucus in his throat, sounded from the depths of the palace.
The palace is different from the outside. The inside of the palace is so secretive, surrounded by countless tide-like dark green gases, so that everything is blurred. The king could only vaguely see a huge throne placed in the middle of the palace, and there was something gigantic around the throne.
"it's me."
The devil said that he seemed no stranger to this place.
"Ah..." The voice lingered for a moment. "An unwelcome guest... How did you get here with me? Great Manrisc doesn't welcome you."
That being said, the owner of the voice did not take any further action, and seemed to be a little afraid of the devil.
The surrounding dark green mist rolled in quickly, and after the mist retracted, the jewels in the palace shone again. The king saw clearly the lord of "greed and ill-gotten gains".
Its shape is a huge sea monster beyond imagination.
It is somewhat like an octopus, with thousands of tentacles, tentacles full of suckers are densely coiled around, and the suckers on each tentacle are either sucking bright jewels or white bones. What the king saw coiled around the top beam was actually not a giant snake, but its tentacles.
In addition, it has a huge head full of scales, and a dark red single eye stands in the middle of the head.
"Nice to meet you, Manrisk."
The devil said with a smile.
The Lord of Manrisk groaned angrily, expressing his completely opposite emotion.
"Strange..." The lord's huge eyes turned and turned to the king standing under the black umbrella. "Who is this guy you brought? Why can't I feel his breath? Where did you pick up after-dinner snacks?"
"Respect, Manrisk. This is my master."
said the devil.
"Your lord..." Lord Manrisk said slowly, with tentacles squirming around him as he spoke, "Well...you devil's way. You can't get any riches from me."
"Don't worry," the devil said briskly, "your saliva is all your gold, I don't want it."
"Then why did you come to see me?"
"My dear master is in a little trouble with you." The devil took a few steps forward. "His servant met your ship at sea. I hope you can forgive the ants who offend you... He hopes to be able to Retrieve from you the covenant imposed by the ship."
The king raised his umbrella slightly and looked at the smiling devil calmly.
They didn't say anything about getting back the contract before they came.
With one hand behind his back, the devil waved slightly towards the king.
"You know..." The lord scarlet one-eyed turned to the talking devil, whose eyes were greedy and unkind, "that would do me no good."
"Rest assured, my master is willing to trade enough riches. I have brought them."
The devil bowed slightly, and suddenly three crimson boxes appeared in front of him.
The devil's pale hand brushed the boxes one by one, the boxes opened with a "click", and a bright light jumped out of them. The first box was filled with gold, the second box was filled with gems, and the third box was filled with a handful of A dagger with a gold scabbard and inlaid with many precious stones.
"what is that?"
The lord's eyes were firmly absorbed by the dagger.
"Dragonbone dagger."
The devil answered.
There was a heavy gasp in the palace, and the king saw the dark red pupils of the lord's eyes widen in an instant, and it stared at the dagger. There was an uncomfortable rubbing sound above the head, the lord's tentacles were constantly squirming, and some tentacles dangled from the beam.
The king clenched the handle of the umbrella slightly.
The devil reached out and closed the box with a snap: "How? Are these enough to get the contract back from you?"
"Although it doesn't meet my standards, but in terms of friendship with you, it's barely enough." The lord buzzed, and several tentacles stretched out from behind the throne he occupied, and then some gems came from The treasure piles on the left and right flew up, and it scribbled a few times in the air.
Some black lines seep into those gems.
The tentacles stretched out to the devil, and the gems were tightly attached to the suction cups.
"Give it to you, give them to me."
"No, no." The devil refused, and he didn't even look at the gems, "Do you take me for a fool, Mr. Manrisc? Please condense your seal of authority and completely remove the brand from them, otherwise you will never be able to get rid of the brand on them. I'll take them here."
The tentacles flexed sharply, as if attacking at any moment.
A rapid airflow suddenly swirled around, and the king heard the tentacles above his head move as fast as a poisonous snake, rubbing against the stone pillar to make an unbearable sound for his eardrums.
The atmosphere was tense.
The devil and the lord were deadlocked, and the king held a black umbrella and remained silent.
The lord's eyes were glued to the box with the dragonbone dagger in the devil's hand, and at last he said slowly, "Come on... The great Manrisc will spare their souls and forgive their sins."
"but… "
It turned a corner.
"You don't have such a thing as credibility. How can I believe that you will do it according to the conditions? Will you really give me those things?"
"Hey!" the devil protested loudly, "please don't slander me and smear my reputation in front of my master."
The lord responded with a merciless ridicule: "There are no more lies from all the guys in hell than you!"
The king felt that he was supporting the lord at this point.
- Judging from the current situation, the devil invited him to hell is not just a simple "travel".
"That's fine." The devil was quite embarrassed, "I will give the things to my master, and then I will go up and take the contract from you. After you give me the contract, my master will naturally give the things to you—he Just a mortal, how about that? Is that all right?"
The lord fell into contemplation, and seemed to distrust the devil very much, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a better way, and the thing in the devil's hand was indeed what he wanted.
In the end it reluctantly agreed, with one request:
The king must retreat to the gate of the palace alone.
"My dear master, please believe me."
The devil handed the box containing the dragonbone dagger to the king, and said something in a swiftly lowered voice.
Believe in a devil who is full of lies with impure purposes
The king was expressionless, holding the umbrella in one hand and the box in the other, and stepped back.
As the king slowly retreated, many tentacles moved between the beams of the palace overhead.
The devil stepped forward alone and walked to the lord's throne: "Okay, now you can condense the seal of authority and lift the brand."
The lord's eyes were fixed on the king, and its tentacles coiled around the throne curled up, a thin tentacle protruded from the throne, and the dark green mist condensed on the tentacles, and finally formed a small bone ring. After the bone ring was condensed, a completely different airflow seemed to rise in the hall.
The king stood near the entrance of the hall with a black umbrella.
At this moment, he seemed to hear countless solemn sounds of music, which were shattered in the wind, as if they were relics of ancient times.
"Now, you should ask him to give me the things."
The lord used the face of the bone ring to cover the gemstone in turn, and it urged.
"Allow me to check first."
The devil puts a box of gold and a box of gems on the tentacle's suction cup to show that he has no intention of breaking the deal.
The lord retracted the bone ring, held it tightly in the suction cup, and handed the first of those gems to the devil.
The devil picked it up and looked at it: "Well... it looks like it does."
"The most unreliable guy in hell has the face to say that to others." The lord muttered dissatisfiedly.
"You are right."
The devil held the gem and raised his head with a smile.
"so-"
The next moment, he suddenly had a bone scepter in his hand, stabbing the lord's dark red single eye like lightning.
"I'm not here to make a deal."
"You bloody bastard!"
The tentacles around the throne tumbled in an instant, and at that moment, they flocked to the lord's one-eyed eye, and its angry voice resounded throughout the huge empty hall, causing all the pillars to make a shuddering hum. The ground also vibrated, and the surrounding treasure hills rolled down with gems and gold bars rustling.
"What do you want to do!"
The devil did not answer.
He still had a smile on his face, and that smile was like a mask that never took off and condensed on his face. He was holding the bone scepter that appeared out of thin air, the end of the scepter was tightly wrapped by a dozen tentacles, and the dark blood rolled down the scepter.
The devil uses the stick as a sword and slashes down diagonally.
Those tentacles were covered with a thick layer of mucus, and they were extremely hard, but under the beheading of the devil, those tentacles were cut into deep wounds.
"Do you remember? Who was the last to die under this scepter?"
The devil asked with a smile.
The lord realized his intentions.
An angry voice resounded throughout the palace: "You want me to fall?! This is my realm! You, a guy who has lost his realm, actually wants to fight me in my realm?! You are provoking the great Manrisk's Dignity!! You have to pay for it!"
"Please keep your umbrella."
Facing the anger of the lord, the devil only turned his head and showed the king a smile as always.
The king stood in the palace, watching this sudden battle.
This is a scene that is enough to make all ordinary people tremble. The tentacles like giant snakes shuttle around quickly, each tentacle seems to have its own wisdom, and they attack the devil who suddenly turned his face and showed his fangs at the same time. The long swords and long knives drawn from the Fortune Hill were adsorbed on the suction cups of the tentacles.
Those swords are of extraordinary quality, and they make a crisp sound in the air.
Tentacles, black fog, swords that fill the sky, and countless golden gems that are brought up...
All this is a scene that does not appear in the legend of heroes, because both sides of the battle are evil.
Before this battle between the devil and the lord, the king was as small as all the mortals who strayed.
Many giant snake-like tentacles dangled from the top of the head, and the suction cups on those tentacles suddenly opened, revealing numerous fangs, each suction cup is the size of half an adult, and they spread out and swept towards the king , wants to tear the king to pieces and devour him.
- Please keep your umbrella.
The king's face was expressionless, his composure almost indifferent.
The wind was raging, and the king was surrounded by countless tentacles coiling like a giant python, and those tentacles were constantly swirling. The tentacles approached the king and threatened him, but as soon as it touched it, the black umbrella shook and flew out, leaving the king under the umbrella intact. In the vortex of tentacles, the king stood upright, holding the umbrella firmly.
He held the handle of the black umbrella like a sword.
The box containing the so-called "dragon bone dagger" was also carried by him and did not let go.
The tentacles were probing, constantly being shaken, and finally dissipated slightly, just waiting for the opportunity to move.
The king's vision is no longer blocked.
He looked up, looking at the battle between the devil and the lord.