Chapter 23 Ifo is destroyed

Author: Going to Winter

Chapter 23 Ifo is destroyed

The bull-headed demon's huge head turned to one side and did not launch an attack immediately.

He seemed to be hesitating.

"The title of my walking on earth...where did you get it?"

A nearby bat demon jumped out of the demon group and rushed here, "Grand Duke Asmodeus..."

"Well--"

The sound of rolling boulders sounded in Ifo's throat, and he raised a sharp finger - this finger was the size of the rune pillars in the chamber.

There was a low whistle-like sound, and an invisible wall of air blocked the face of the bat demon.

Bang!

The low-level demon fell vertically like a bird hitting the glass.

No demon dares to come near again.

"The Grand Duke..."

Yi Cha twitched the corners of his mouth, but he was not smiling at all.

He heard that title.

Asmodeus should be the real name of the demon Ivo destroyed, and the Grand Duke is second only to Beelzebub, the King of Demons, and his number is very few in the entire Chaos Hell.

Only those whose strength or contribution reaches the level of "king" and who cannot be awarded the title of prince for some reason can be awarded the special status of "grand duke".

His eyes fell on the scarlet spear - the black marks he made on the spear disappeared without knowing when, and the gun body was smooth and traceless.

This weapon...

Yi Cha's eyes returned to Ivomit's body and looked at him.

The dark gray horns burning with eternal flames were as wide as the shoulder blades and twisted forward in a powerful arc, which was how Cha found him.

Endless smoke emanated from every muscle in his body, and near his skin, slight image distortion could be seen, which was obviously caused by too concentrated energy.

Beelzebub didn't lie. This guy was indeed probably the strongest fighter under her command.

That's not all he faced.

The disease-like all-pervasive hell broadcast was concentrated, like an orchestra, with all the instruments roaring around his ears, bringing him a steady stream of mental pressure.

Even if the King of Demons is thousands of miles away, he can easily suppress all the remaining demonic parts in his body. The black cloud-like disordered energy in his body is now retracted into the core of the center, trembling and unable to be used again.

Even facing a civilian Duke like him, the Queen of Hell did not underestimate her enemy.

Being ruthless and ruthless, he would rather abuse than lack. This was Beelzebub's style.

"Oh... dear... why are you going against me... Why? Why? Why? Why... Think of the good old days..." The flies in my mind sighed regretfully.

Icha ignored Beelzebub's nonsense.

It's an axiom that all demons know: when Beelzebub starts to haunt you, that's the end of a good life.

"I have only heard of a wandering demon named Asmode. I didn't expect that in just four hundred and fifty years, he could be promoted from the lowest level of wandering demon to a grand duke... It's gratifying..." He stared at

Ifo said with a bloodshot white eye.

At the same time, Ivo's eyes moved.

This statement seemed to anger him.

But the greater possibility is that he feels there is no need to hesitate any longer.

"Hand of Destruction" Ivo said, the muscles of the pair of people's arms on his shoulder blades tightened.

The scarlet spear set off a wave of heat and struck down like lightning.

A dense rain of chaotic fire emerged from mid-air, and seven hundred explosive flames trailed out, striking towards him.

upbraid.

Yicha's figure disappeared and appeared thirty feet behind him - this was the maximum distance he could move without any time difference in his current state.

Even so, the sharp gun tip with the smell of gunpowder could barely pass over the tip of his nose, and the fire rain scratched several scorch marks on his beloved robe.

There was no time to regret too much, so I pressed my wings and flew in the opposite direction of the spear head.

He turned around and turned over to the huge bull's head of Ivomed, and said into his ears covered with barbed manes:

"It will take at least a thousand years for a powerless wandering demon to be promoted to baron, and at least eight hundred years to be promoted from baron to viscount. From viscount to marquis, then to duke, it will take another 1,500 years, and then to duke.

Grand Duke——"

Black smoke spurted out from Ivomit's body.

The figures of the demon corps on the ground, the exploding sparks everywhere, and the distorted night sky were all invisible.

The air was so thick in an instant that visible ripples were almost visible.

Thick smoke floats and sinks, and it becomes chaotic.

Suddenly, a sharp claw with thick joints poked out of it——

Yicha raised one wing and swept sideways to avoid the slap of Yi Fomin.

"——I forgot. There are only three grand dukes, but there are many dukes. Take me as an example. I spent 1,600 years tutoring almost one-third of the devils in hell, which almost caused my own intelligence to decline.

But it’s just a choice between the status of a Grand Duke and another thing..."

Yi Cha nimbly slid forward in an arc, relying on his memory of the position just now to get close to Ifomie's broad forehead, which could be used as an altar.

This made the Minotaur Demon's other claw miss his target.

Ivo's steel-like forehead appeared in front of him, and the black and greasy forehead hair like a spear appeared in front of him.

He came to the right place.

He grabbed a thick barbed mane of Ifomet with one hand, stretched out the other hand wrapped with a horn chain, and concentrated on trying to extract the order he was unfamiliar with from the angelic part of the body.

strength.

Fortunately, the white light flickered and quickly gathered into a ball. He hung it in front of Yifomie's forehead and pressed the white cloud-like thing between Yifomie's eyebrows:

"So, what did you do during the four hundred and fifty years you were on earth?"

Ifomie suddenly stopped moving and stopped attacking.

From his nostrils as big as an upturned well, steam spurted out of iron, and the orderly white light blurred and dimmed under the bombardment of the steam.

"Hehehehehe——"

The laughter like a heavy hammer echoed throughout the floating island.

Yi Cha said nothing.

He was swaying, one hand trying to catch Ifomie's brow, trying desperately to maintain his balance in the high temperature - Ifomie shook his head violently, almost knocking him off.

The laughter stopped.

"There's so much nonsense." Ifomie said.

The minotaur suddenly leaned back.

Yi Cha waved his wings to follow.

As long as he remained positioned between Ivomit's eyes and nose, Ivomit's spear and giant claws would have no effect.

But he soon realized that Ifomie was different from those simple-thinking demons.

Ifomie's two human arms held up the spear, pointed the spear point forward, and turned sixty degrees in the air——

At the same time, the edges of his dark outline began to tremble and shrink——

He has become smaller.

Ink dripped on Yi Cha's face. He reacted and immediately lowered his head and backed away.

The tip of the spear cut his forehead, leaving a medium-deep scar.

Just an ordinary scar.

In a short period of time, it corroded deep into the muscles, becoming so deep that the bones were visible.

Without hesitation, Yi Cha skillfully stirred the life energy with his other hand, hoping to use Manling magic to help him heal.

Hiss——

The wound did not heal as usual, but instead stung, and a burning smell wafted out.

Yi Cha put a hand on his forehead, his head was dizzy, and he stared at the spear in Yi Fo Mie's hand.

"Dear... you are hurt!!! You should listen to me... you must listen to me next time, okay... okay?"

The orchestra of flies in his mind conveyed Beelzebub's will.
To be continued...