The devil had a smile on his face.
The king never thought the devil's smile was real.
His smile is just as unbreakable as his blunt words. There was something crazy, bloody, evil seeping out of that smiling mask at this point - maybe that's what the devil is.
The devil's black clothes are like the wings of a crow in the air, and the bone scepter he holds in his hand is the weapon he uses to kill everything.
This fight might also count as a show.
The spectator is the king alone.
The king watched as the devil held the scepter of bone and cut off tentacles after another, watched black butterflies flying around the devil, and watched the dark green fog interweaving with the black fog.
The lord was provoked by the devil, and its tentacles pulled back from the pillars around the beam overhead, pulling a net on the devil's retreat.
"greedy."
The lord's humming sound echoed throughout the space.
The king felt an invisible pressure, even if he was holding the black umbrella given to him by the devil, this pressure was as dull as the deep sea.
The speed of the devil's phantom slowed down.
Those tentacles that were adsorbing many weapons rolled towards him, and swords with extraordinary origins flew out from the suction cups, shrouding the devil who was forced to form like a meteor.
The devil landed on the ground, he fell to one knee, the bone scepter in his hand was deeply inserted into the hard stone surface of the palace. Countless black butterflies swept up from his body, they gathered together, rolled up a whirlwind like a knife, and rolled in the incoming swords.
"Unrighteous-"
The lord has to speak.
The devil jumped up from the ground. He dragged the bone scepter whose tip was still on the ground and rushed to the lord sitting on the throne. Sparks splashed where the scepter touched the ground.
The black swarms of butterflies around him hadn't dispersed, and the tentacles that were blocking the way were cut open by the swarms of butterflies. The devil approached the throne again in an instant. The lord's voice was interrupted, and the devil held the scepter horizontally and stabbed the lord again with the scepter as a nail.
Friction of scales, the scales on Lord Manrisk's head moved in an instant, overlapping and converging together, forming a huge shield in front of him - its weakest point was the head, if it wasn't for the devil at first without warning Attack, it will not be stabbed in the eye by the devil.
"His Majesty!"
The devil's scepter left a deep notch on the scale armor, and immediately pulled away, passing dozens of tentacles. He was in the air, raising his voice.
"Allow me to use your strength."
"Am I able to completely equate your diligence with malicious intentions!"
The king held a black umbrella, and his clothes were rattled by the wind.
"Alas! Your Majesty! I am here for you!"
The devil once again lightly avoided the swept tentacles, his scepter cut a long twisted crack in the air, and the tentacles were neatly cut by the crack.
"Please use your ring, now!"
"How to do it?"
The king did not stay put, he stepped directly on the mountains of wealth. The lord seems to have gone insane, its tentacles just aimlessly attacking. The king galloped up the hill of gold and gems, dodging the tentacles that were lashing out indiscriminately.
"Please order in your own name—"
The devil folded in mid-air, his black dress spread out like crow feathers, and black butterflies flew around him. Holding the scepter, he slashed in the air, and several strong winds swept out, cutting the tentacles that attacked the king into two pieces.
"—Please deprive the rebels of their authority!"
"Order in my name—"
A huge stone pillar fell horizontally, the king stepped on the stone pillar and jumped up, and then fell on his knees to the golden mountain, and the black umbrella fell out. The king did not care about the black umbrella, he stretched out his hand and jumped up. He saw that the rose family ring in his hand was constantly shining.
"I deprive the rebels—"
As if sensing something, the lord's tentacles gave up the devil in front of him, and instead carried the gust of wind towards the king.
The devil lowered his head, and Sen laughed coldly.
His figure suddenly dispersed, turning into an overwhelming black fog, and countless black butterflies danced wildly in the fog. Those tentacles were all blocked by the black mist.
The king's icy voice resounded throughout the palace.
"—authority possessed."
The air fell into a moment of silence, and the moment the king's words blurted out, it seemed that an ancient power was reviving, as if an ancient glory was shaking, an invisible majesty came across, and the huge throne in the middle of the palace was in a series of crisp sounds. Countless cracks appeared.
All the tentacles around were hit hard.
They curled up and shuddered, as if a force was rushing away from them.
The lord on the throne made an unbelievable voice: "Who is that person you brought!!"
Its scales peeled off piece by piece.
The black fog suddenly dissipated, and the devil's figure reappeared in mid-air. He didn't know when the black umbrella that the king had just let go of was held in his hands again. Holding the handle of the umbrella, he turned, and pulled out a thin long sword from the umbrella bone.
"No comment, Mr. Manrisk."
The corners of the devil's lips lifted up, revealing a cold smile.
He held the hilt of the sword in both hands, jumped high, and shot the sword through the air in the trembling of the air.
Blood splattered.
The devil was half-kneeling on the throne, and the sword in his hand went straight through the lord's head.
The king stood on the mountain of wealth with the box, and he gasped slightly, the ring on his finger was hot and hot, as if he was not wearing a ring, but some lava.
When that sentence was blurted out, the king felt that there was some power stripped from himself and from the ring.
what is that
…
A cold air swirled in the messy palace.
The master of the palace has died on his throne.
Those tentacles drooped down.
The devil let go, and he stumbled to his feet.
As Manrisk said, this battle is definitely not easy for him, which is why there are few direct battles in one territory in hell - under the blessing of "authority", the power of the lord is Not to be underestimated. A lord is almost immortal and invincible in the domain of authority he holds.
The devil stepped back 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 from behind: "Your support is very beautiful, Your Majesty."
The sound of footsteps approached.
A loud sound.
The devil looked up and saw that the king had opened the casket at some point, and he drew a pale keel dagger from its golden scabbard.
"Hey hey hey! Your Majesty!"
The devil's tone suddenly rose, because the king sent the dagger forward and handed it to his neck.
"You've done these things very beautifully tonight, Mr. Devil."
The king said slowly.
His voice was surprisingly soft, but the speed of the hand holding the dagger was also surprisingly steady.
"I'm just here for you... Don't you want to pardon those pirate gentlemen?."
The devil saw that the dagger was pushed forward a little again, and he wisely stopped lying.
"To you, Your Majesty."
The dagger stopped.
The devil raised his hand and spread it out.
The bone ring, which symbolizes the authority of "greed and ill-gotten gains", lays quietly in the hands of the devil.
"An opportunity to explain."
The king did not send the dagger forward again, but did not withdraw it either.
"You're also very good at repairing knives." The devil muttered, "I really hope that the next time you accuse me of always falling into trouble, you will also think about how you treat your loyal knight."
"Faithful Hell Knight? Well, please explain."
The king's sword was already firmly on the shelf.
devil:…
"It's like this..." The devil leaned helplessly against the stone pillar, "as your loyal knight, you must do your best to fulfill every wish of yours. Since you want to pardon those cursed pirate gentlemen , then what could be more complete than your direct power over greed and ill-gotten gains?"
"Why am I depriving it of its authority?"
"Of course it's because you are now the head of the Rose family." The devil's tone was sincere.
"What do you mean by rebels?"
"Don't care about a little rhetoric, you always have to find a reason to kill someone, don't you?" The devil raised his hand, and his words were sincere - nonsense.
"It's so true. There shouldn't be as many lies in the whole hell combined, right? Mr. Devil."
"Um... do I need to say thank you for the compliment?" The corner of the devil's mouth was slightly upturned, and he smiled at the king, "Of course..."
His voice suddenly became erratic again, like a poisonous snake roaming and spitting out letters.
"If you really want to know, it's not that I can't tell you, my dear majesty."
"Do you want to know now?"
The pale face of the devil was hidden in the darkness.
The king looked at him fixedly and withdrew the dagger with a cold face, but did not take the bone ring. Wouldn't it be a good thing for the devil to be attentive, and who knows if it could be another trap like tonight? Who knows if the ring that symbolizes authority is taken away, will he immediately go to hell
"Do you need me to help put it on?"
The devil was on his feet again, and he seemed to expect the king to wear the bone ring at once.
"Thank you, no need."
The king politely and ruthlessly refused.
"Ugh… "
The devil sighed regretfully, and could only put away the bone ring for the king first. He looked at the king's knife and reminded politely.
"The Black Death is coming, Your Majesty."
"Can these things here be brought back to the world?"
The king put the dagger back in its scabbard, and looked around, his eyes fell on the scattered treasures.
The devil understood what the king meant.
He couldn't help but feel a little wronged... In the eyes of the king, the bone ring, a symbol of authority, was not comparable to a pile of worldly wealth? This news will make all the lords in hell go crazy!
Seeing that the king seemed to want to draw the knife again, he hurriedly explained: "It can be, but you can't carry too much out at one time, after all, they have been branded by hell, and taking out a large amount at one time will attract attention. Of course, if you Being willing to accept this bone ring is another matter."
"Are you free to come and go here?" the king asked thoughtfully.
The devil understood what the king wanted.
Well, after the coachman, he has a new identity—
Your Majesty's porter.
…
the next day.
The warehouse of the Rose Palace.
The Duke of Buckingham stared blankly at the pile of gold in front of him... Who can tell him where these gold coins came from? Why is there some suspicious green slime on the gold coin - that doesn't seem like something that the Holy See can tolerate.
"We need some serious servants."
The king stood beside the Duke of Buckingham with a calm expression.
"They look a little dirty."
The Duke of Buckingham was silent.
Your Majesty, do they really just look a little dirty...
The author has something to say: Complement each other and achieve √
Devil: full of lies
king: cruel
One kills and one searches, as if the cooperation is going well... [Meditating]