Baal revealed himself from the swarm of flies and cast a disdainful glance at the various goblins who were fleeing in panic.
"Master Baal, could you please put away your pressure?"
Merlin put aside his pride and asked flatteringly.
Baal said nothing, but rolled his eyes at Merlin, saying he was a shameless idiot. Then he did as Merlin said and put away the pressure he had released wantonly before.
Although Merlin was very humble, his strength was still there, and Baal was too lazy to argue with Merlin about these things.
When his pressure was withdrawn, all the goblins felt their bodies lighten and they sat down on the ground with smiles on their faces.
Many of the goblins had a slight fishy smell coming out of their crotches, but at this moment they didn't care about these details at all. Instead, they hugged each other and cried loudly.
This is the ultimate joy of surviving a disaster.
Looking at the goblins' faces covered with tears and snot, Baal sneered disdainfully and ignored these ridiculous goblins.
He looked up and cast a curious glance around the magic cave.
“This is the place you spent decades building?”
Baal looked into the bottomless caves and saw all kinds of hidden races.
"Well, I want to leave a root for each tribe."
Merlin spoke freely about his original ambition to build this place.
“It’s a good idea, but it’s not very realistic.
People at our level shouldn’t waste their energy on places like this.”
Baal's words were met with a helpless sigh from Merlin.
"Ah, Merlin, I understand Lord Baal's intention, but looking at the world, a catastrophe is about to come and people are completely unaware of it.
Merlin, as an old human being, this is all I can do."
Merlin spoke his true thoughts to Baal, but Baal shook his head.
"When the catastrophe comes, you can't even protect yourself, so why add more burdens to yourself
Ask yourself, don't answer me, how long has it been since you last had a breakthrough? "
Merlin laughed when he heard Baal's question, which went straight to the heart of the matter.
“Because I see my own bottleneck, I am betting on the future.
I don’t believe that among all these races there isn’t a talented person who can break the calamity.”
"Have you seen hope in the past few decades?"
Baal lowered his head secretly. He saw the decline of the demon race and also saw the future of the demon race.
“I didn’t see it, but I still had hope.”
Merlin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, puffing out his chest.
Baal said nothing, floating slowly in a direction he sensed.
——
Baal's arrival caused various degrees of intimidation to the creatures in the cave, and the one with the biggest reaction was Shaks, who immediately moved himself to the depths of the cave after feeling Baal's unique aura.
Xia Kesi had no time to avoid it, and immediately cast dozens of layers of one-time spells to conceal his breath on himself. He also took out a dirty piece of cloth from the wooden box and covered his head with it.
On the other hand, Arnold, who was extremely sensitive, told Joet Brown to stay where he was, while he himself flew into the sky and flew towards the direction of Baal.
When Arnold saw Merlin beside Baal, his anxious heart finally settled down.
He firmly believed that his principal would be able to deal with this Demon Lord? This one of the seventy-two demon gods.
Merlin winked at Arnold, telling him to get out of the way on his own initiative and not block Baal's visit to the cave.
Although Baal is not angry now, the guy who took the initiative to cause trouble will naturally not end up well at the hands of Baal, a demon with a weird temper.
Arnold was such a smart man that he immediately bent down and saluted Baal.
If it were in the past, Arnold might have shouted praises to the Holy Light and then rushed forward foolishly to die, but after experiencing all this, Arnold has become a lot more tactful.
Baal didn't care about this bow at all? There were countless people kneeling before him every day in purgatory? This bow was not pleasing to him at all.
He floated straight forward, and Arnold was a little suspicious.
In the direction ahead, apart from Master Bronzebeard's stall and a few food stalls, there's nothing else worth seeing.
Baal is a demon of high status. Could it be that his collection is lacking high-quality weapons
“Could it be that Lord Baal secretly has a hobby of tasting delicacies from all over the world
I remember there was a restaurant over there that served really good rice crust.”
Arnold was suspicious, but he did not associate it with the terrible incident in Arkham Orphanage many years ago.
To him, the tragedy of the century was just a more tragic news story.
Decades have passed, and several wars have occurred between countries. Naturally, Arnold has forgotten about that accident.
As Baal and Merlin got farther and farther away, Arnold's face was filled with sorrow.
"I hope that brat Joet Brown doesn't provoke this demon lord."
Little did he know that Baal came here just for him.
——
Joet Brown sat on a small stool in Master Bronzebeard's stall, placed the Yama Blade on his knees and wiped it gently with the fur.
The two men fell from mid-air gracefully and calmly, and stood steadily in front of Joe Butran.
At this moment, the Yama Sword took the initiative to emit a low hum. Although the sound was harsh, there was a faint feeling of joy and excitement in it.
Those two people were Baal and Merlin.
Baal stretched out his hand, and the Yama Sword flew up on its own and fell into Baal's hand.
Baal held the knife in his left hand and gently stroked the blade of Yama's knife with his right hand.
"Old man, how are you
Oh? I see.
Well, just follow him."
Baal muttered to himself for a while, which made Jobtran a little confused.
Just when the Yama Sword fell into Baal's hands, the effectiveness of the soul contract was actually cut off by the Yama Sword for a short period of time.
Therefore, Jobtran did not understand what the Yama Blade meant when it hummed.
But just by seeing the intimacy that Yama Dao took the initiative to show to Baal, Joet Brown realized that the identity of the visitor was definitely not simple.
According to Master Bronzebeard, the Yama Blade is an ominous weapon. Most of its owners died on the battlefield after owning the Yama Blade, but the man in front of him is alive and well.
Because Baal hid his demonic features and looked no different from a human, this appearance made it even more difficult for Jobtran to see through Baal's true colors.
Merlin, who was standing one step behind Baal, kept winking at him and giving him strange looks.
From this point of view, the identity of the person who came should be higher than Merlin.
"Is there a being with a higher status than the great magician Merlin
That could only be a legendary existence."
After a little deduction in his mind, Jobtran had a rough guess.
"From the old man's fearful reaction, it seems that this person is not a kind and easy-going person, so he is likely to be from the evil camp. But for now, I haven't sensed any malice from him.
Then it is very likely that it is in the direction of the lawful evil camp, and the existence of fallen ancient gods can basically be ruled out.
There is no need for the old man to put on such an attitude towards the weak people in the evil camp. He can just crush them with his strength.
Let me think about it, lawful evil, but there is someone who can make Merlin react like this, someone with a little fame.
This man has a Western face and is wearing a tuxedo. He must be Lucifer, the Morning Star, and Baal, the Lord of the Flies.
But Lucifer is in purgatory and is unlikely to come to the human world, so the man in front of him is most likely Baal."
In Jobtran's mind, based on a few simple clues, he roughly guessed Baal's identity.
When his speculation was completed, Baal shifted his attention from the Yama Blade to Jobtron.
"You are very clever."
Baal said this for no reason, but Joet Brown's heart skipped a beat.
“Yes, I can read minds.
And your conjecture is also correct, I am Baal."
When Baal honestly admitted his identity, a wave of irritability emerged in Jobtron's heart.
Not fear, but irritability.
Joet Brown even had the urge to punch the man in the face.
"Lord Baal, this is obviously our first meeting, why do I want to hit you so much?"
As soon as Jobtran said this, Merlin behind Baal immediately turned pale.
Merlin jumped out immediately.
"Bah, you little brat, how can you talk to the famous Lord of the Flies
Apologize to Lord of the Flies now!"
Merlin was actually extremely anxious, but Baal smiled calmly.
"I killed your whole family."
Merlin was even more shocked when he saw Baal's reaction.
Why not say something else, say I killed your entire family
Then why don’t you say that I dug up your family’s ancestral grave
Anyway, Merlin's current expression can even be said to be wonderful. Coupled with his image of wearing pajamas and a nightcap tilted on his head, he can definitely go to the opera house and sign up to be an excellent comedian.
The two of them exchanged a few words, and Merlin felt that the atmosphere had reached freezing point.
Baal, smiling, took the initiative to speak.
"Don't you want to hit me? Come on."
"This is the first time I've heard such a weird request."
After saying that, Jobtran swung his fist at Baal's face, which looked like it deserved a beating.
Jobtran's movements were not fast, but Baal did not dodge at all, and the punch hit him solidly in the face.
After the punch, Baal spat out a mouthful of black blood foam, but he looked very happy.
"I don't owe you anything now."
"You killed hundreds of people in Arkham Welfare Home.
Don't think I didn't know. I later traced it back through the files left by the Bureau of Investigation."
Joe Butran said coldly, his scarlet eyes full of coldness.
“Yes it was me, but it was a bureau.
Without that bureau, you wouldn’t have achieved what you have today.”
There was a hint of fanaticism in Baal's eyes.
"How many people? Could there be any survivors who managed to survive?"
This thought flashed through Joet Brown's mind, and then he lowered his head sadly.
He thought of the crybaby, Tristana, who followed him around like a little follower all day long.
If he had survived the tragedy of Umr, I wonder what kind of achievements he would have achieved now.
Baal had a hint of joking on his face.
"Would you like to sell these two guns on your waist?"
“Not for sale.”
Jobtran rolled his eyes, he had never fired either gun yet.
"Thirty years of life."
Baal made an offer that Choate Brown could hardly resist.
Merlin almost blurted out "promise him", but after thinking about it, he decided that it was better for Jobtran to decide for himself.
“Not for sale.”
Joet Brown sat back on the small bench with a hint of displeasure on his face.
"Give me back the knife."
Baal casually threw the Yama Blade back. The moment Joet Brown borrowed the Yama Blade, a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously.
Jobtrul smacked his lips and put the Yama Blade back into the scabbard to prevent it from flying out again.
"Fifty years of life is enough for you to grow old together. Sell me the two guns."
Baal once again offered an extremely high price.
The more Baal acted like this, the more suspicious Jobtran felt.
Baal only took a look at the two guns on both ends of his belt and offered such a high price. Obviously, the value of these two guns is far more than the price Baal offered now.
Seeing that Jobtran seemed indifferent, Baal had no choice but to give up.
He smiled and pointed to the ebony pin on the right side of Jobtrun.
"Be good to him, he misses you a lot."
As soon as Baal said this, Jobtron pulled out the ebony and placed it in his palm.
He looked into the demon's eyes on the ebony, but what was reflected in the two rubies was not his own image.
That was the smiling face of Tristana, his companion whom he had longed for day and night.
Although he had two devil horns on his head and two wings behind him, he was smiling brightly at this moment.
At this time, Joet Brown shed blood-red tears.
He stroked the ebony wood, as gently as if he had placed his hand on Dristena's shoulder when they were children.
"Thanks."
His thank you came from the bottom of his heart.
Baal smiled awkwardly.
"In the future, don't forget that you still owe me a favor."
After hearing this, Merlin suddenly understood.
It turns out that Baal's trip was to make Joet Brown pay attention to him.
Merlin had known for a long time that Baal was planning how to safely survive the catastrophe, but he did not expect that Baal would go to such great lengths to take the opportunity to come just to meet Jobtran.
"Could it be that this brat Joet Brown is really the one who broke the situation?"
Merlin thought, frowning.
But Jobartron had a stern face.
"There are other people's lives as well. Don't think you can just laugh it off."
Baal laughed and pointed to the caves around him.
"Aren't they all here already?"
A few curious children poked their heads out of the cave and looked inside.
The aroma coming from the snack stalls aroused their appetite.
At this moment, Joe Butran seemed to see the figures around him in his childhood.
"I see."