Countless instruments of torture are tearing apart the human body, not for torture or revenge, but for a single desire for pain! A strange evil aura emerged from the light curtain and spread to the surroundings. Ordinary people would have gone crazy under this terrible negative energy erosion. However, the Scourge Legion remained motionless. For the dead, the pain was already forgotten, and the dead were no longer afraid of death.
"Tell me your life! Demon!" Alsace, who was riding a skeletal horse, stared condescendingly at the demon envoy in front of him, unmoved by his evil aura.
The envoy of the Lord of Pain looked at Alsace and saw that the ruler of the undead army in front of him was an unexpectedly powerful being. This power was probably higher than that of a warlord-level demon, at least to the level of a grand duke. Although it is surprising, after all, this is the limit that a mortal can reach if he abandons his body. He is still a small existence in front of the demon master.
"I am just a slave of Mosta, the Lord of Pain, one of the nine demon lords in the abyss of my lord. Unfortunately, the name has no meaning for me."
"Very good~ Then soon I will make you no longer even need to exist." Arthas pointed Frostmourne in his hand at the demon, and the surrounding natural disaster army also locked onto the opponent instantly.
The demon messenger is also unafraid, perhaps more frightening than the punishment of the Lord of Death: "If so, you will lose an opportunity to gain great power."
"Tell me! What power are you referring to?"
Arthas had no interest in demons, but he did have a strong interest in power. What the Scourge needs now is strength.
"Every move of you and the undead army you lead is under the watchful eye of the Lord. Mosta, the Lord of Pain, appreciates everything that the undead army you lead has done in this country. Your enemies, whether in this sad kingdom or in the sky, The gods above are also my Lord’s enemies, but no matter how powerful you are, even if you give up your life and step into the realm of death, as a mortal, your power is still limited┉┉You cannot resist the attacks from the sky!”
The words of the demon messenger were full of temptation. The former Lich King Arthas might have been furious when faced with such words that doubted his own power. However, after witnessing a miracle of the God of Earth, Arthas also understood that there is something in this world. Many unknown powerful existences, at least for now, are just like what the demon in front of them said. The Scourge Legion cannot harm the gods in the sky.
"Keep talking!"
The demon messenger smiled lowly. Since the undead in front of him dared to attack the area protected by the gods, he naturally had a grudge against the saints who served the gods. In any case, this powerful undead army and its ruler should be used by the master: "We have a common enemy with each other. My Lord can give you a great gift. Everything you hate, whether it is in this holy city or in the sky, The gods will fall, and the whole earth will fall into your hands, and all this requires is that you dedicate your body and mind to the great Lord of Pain, Mosta!"
A cold wind blew from the undead army. Arthas, whose true appearance was hidden by his helmet, looked at the demon messenger in front of him like a ridiculous clown.
"Hahaha~ Is that what you want to say?"
"You should make a wise decision. The power of the abyss is beyond your imagination. My Lord is at its fixed point!"
Dedicate your body and mind to the devil in exchange for his gifts? Arthas couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. No one had dared to say such words in front of him for a long time, devil! ? An extremely ridiculous existence!
"kill him!"
What! ? For a moment, the demon envoy doubted whether he heard correctly. But the subsequent actions of the natural disaster army surrounding him immediately made him realize that he had heard correctly!
Karsus raised his staff with a sinister smile, and mist suddenly rose around him. Countless howling ghosts swirled around Karsus. Everything he went was torn into pieces by the souls. The messenger was shocked and mouthed fiercely. He opened it to the point of almost tearing his jaw apart, and a sharp roar swept out with a terrifying sound wave impact. The skeleton soldiers surrounding him were like models in a pile of sand, and were reduced to ashes under the sound waves. Not only that For a moment, even the ghost summoned by Karsus was dispersed by the sound waves.
"What an ugly song! Let me teach you what a magnificent chorus is!" Karsus opened his mouth feverishly, and the breath of death swept out and swept everything around him indiscriminately.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon messenger suddenly had the idea of retreat. The ruler of the undead army in front of him was an invincible opponent. He did not expect that the lich next to him also had such amazing strength. However, as soon as the messenger turned around and wanted to retreat back to the light screen, Frostmourne penetrated his body from the back. Amidst the fierce screams of the other party, Arthas lifted up the demon messenger who was impaled on the sword.
"You┉┉stupid guy┉┉how dare you refuse┉┉!!" Before he could finish speaking, the messenger had already discovered that this heavy sword exuding a strange aura of death was corrupting his soul.
Karsus on the side looked at the demon and smiled lowly: "Ah~ what a ridiculous clown, performing funny tricks in front of His Majesty. It's just that the clown seems to be a little carried away, so he needs to be beaten to make the clown understand his identity. Hehehehe┉┉”
Arthas raised the demon messenger in front of his eyes and said contemptuously with a voice comparable to the cold wind in the base: "Clown! That's right~ He is indeed a clown who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. Your death will bring a message to your master. , neither gods nor demons can stop the pace of death."
Frostmourne increased its power at this time, and Arthas's pupils under the helmet also burned with blue sparks, bursting out with unprecedented power. Arthas and the Twisting Nether competed for the corrupted demon soul, and was destined to be corrupted. Souls that enter the Twisting Nether cannot be saved, not even by gods. Only by destroying the souls of the fallen can they prevent them from falling into the Twisting Nether and being enslaved by demons forever. If this is a rule brought by the law of the interface, then Arthas who came out of the summoning system ignored this rule. As the corrupted demon messenger of Frostmourne stopped wailing, his eyes and mouth began to shine. The blue soul fire and the suction from the twisted void gradually subsided.
At the same time, he was in a plane in the twisted void, with an extremely angry roar that penetrated every corner of the entire plane!
The huge and ferocious body of Mosta, the master of pain, is twisting. Countless painful souls are imprisoned in this huge plane. At a glance, it seems that this cave that has been dyed crimson by blood is filled with a large number of various kinds of things. There are all kinds of torture instruments, from huge tear racks to tiny bone-penetrating steel nails. It can be said that all imaginable horrific torture instruments in the entire history of the world are readily available.
The cruel and sadistic demon slaves of Mosta are torturing these souls with all kinds of cruel tortures, using their wails and screams to please the moody master to avoid being sent to the torture device themselves.
"Idiot, you actually dare to refuse my gift, miserable insect, you actually want to take my slave from my hands!!" Mosta's sharp voice was as uncomfortable as countless grinding gears.
The demon lord's anger has reached its peak at this moment. Mosta can feel that the soul of the slave he sent is breaking away from his shackles. Although this is unbelievable, it is indeed true. The undead actually has a way to break the law of the interface. The rules take away the souls belonging to the Twisting Nether.
"You rest! Bug, no one can take away a soul from here, not even gods!"
Mosta wildly swung his sickle-like arms, the eyes of the Lord of Pain shone with blood-red light, and the huge power of the abyss was forcibly poured into the soul that was about to lose control completely with Mosta's will regardless of loss. The demon messenger, who was about to be completely corrupted in front of Arthas, suddenly trembled. A red light suddenly appeared in the blue soul fire. The messenger let out an astonishing wail, and his whole body began to be covered with blood-red cracks. , a powerful force came back and even Frostmourne could not suppress it.
Boom! !
In an instant, the demon messenger's body exploded completely like a blown balloon, and not only his body but also his soul was instantly shattered. The flying flesh and blood even covered Alsace, who was defenseless. All this happened so suddenly that even Arthas had no idea that the demon master in the abyss could destroy his servant's body under such circumstances.
Seeing that his previous efforts were in pieces, Arthas was also very angry: "Poor thing, do you think you can challenge the dignity of the Lich King! Idiot, in the near future, the devil will do what you did today. Everything comes at a heavy price, and no one can escape the fate of death, not even the devil."
For the Lord of Pain, Mosta, and the Lich King Arthas, both are losers, but at this moment in the twisting void, there are still a pair of eyes watching all this, among which the Lord of Killing Arei, who is the head of the nine Lords Gusuo was fiddling with the box in his hand while playfully observing the angry Alsace.
It was not until a long time that Areguso murmured to himself: "No one can escape death┉┉Yes, you can't escape death either, miserable undead!" (To be continued...)