Author: Going to Winter

Icha twisted off the thin arm.

A new arm took its place, tightening it tighter, and the down dug into his skin.

"Buzz."

He looked around.

In both the fields of energy and matter, there is only a thick, solid darkness. No boundaries can be seen.

Icha flapped his wings and tried to move forward.

The darkness was cut open by his figure, but more darkness followed one after another.

The six thin arms holding him were like ill-fitting clothes, tied to his body.

"Buzz buzz." Beelzebub said happily.

Yi Cha felt like his brain was shaking like a pudding that had lost its container.

Even without the kind of personal suppression between demons that can explode the opponent into blood foam in an instant, the heart-breaking feeling will still arise every time she opens her mouth.

"Order. Order. Order. Buzz."

The sound came from the left, from the right, from above.

This time the order still had no target, but her tone became more serious. Like three crocodiles, they bit his brain and twisted it in three places.

A thin arm made an indentation in the muscles on his back, groping over and over.

Icha frowned and pulled her wrist. Beelzebub let out a light laugh and a buzzing sound at the same time.

"Dear King of Demons, what do you want to order?"

Yi Cha grabbed the hand with the padded plate with his backhand and swung it out with the ball holding him.

The group of things flew forward in the darkness, as if it had hit a large amount of popcorn, making a soft muffled sound and a large rustling sound.

Six new arms climbed up to him. This time they hugged his neck unceremoniously. Yi Cha felt that his face was pressed into the furry, soft texture by an irrefutable force.

"All. Of course all. All."

Everything was black, but Isaac's eyes blurred three times following these three sentences.

At the same time, several thin tube-like things penetrated his robe, gently poking his waist and back, pressing and sucking. The things were not sharp, and even the tips were as soft as buds. If it were just

If you get hit like this, it's not a big deal at all.

But they never stop.

Use Cha to pull the small branches around the neck, three arms on each side.

He paused for a second.

He could immediately break the six arms, or throw Beelzebub out again.

Then in less than half a second a new one would appear and jump in front of him.

She is getting more and more skilled.

A tube was pushing aside a few feathers near the base of his wings, sniffing at the skin underneath.

With a flick of Yicha's wings, he stirred up a colorless circular airflow. The tubes sucking him around him were opened by him.

About two million chuckles, and two million grumbles, and six million background hums were stirred up.

They were all emitted by the black spots surrounding him.

They are all issued by Beelzebub. In other words, potential Beelzebub larvae.

Yes, she has 10 million options. These 10 million small, annoying black dots can all turn into her in an instant, and she can change and travel through them as she pleases.

The King of Demons can annoy you to death without hurting you if she wants to.

She can also hurt you at will, if she wants to.

The larvae of Beelzebub have not yet closed up, and Yicha quickly stirs the energy of law to set a specific shape, and then spreads outward with the power of order that runs through the whole body.

Under the guidance of the law, the energy of order quickly woven into a white translucent bubble, isolating him from the heavy darkness, isolating Beelzebub, and wrapping him inside.

Staying in this small space that he forcibly carved out, he felt that he could barely think.

The translucent bubbles flickered on and off.

The energy was being lost faster than he thought.

Normally it shouldn't take much effort to maintain this small area. But it's different now.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Buzz, buzz, click.

Knock, knock, noisy.

Six thin arms struck the defensive hemisphere composed of order energy at different frequencies. She didn't even use too much force, she just expressed her enthusiasm.

"My dear," Beelzebub said.

"Chaint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint!" the Beelzebubs said together.

Pressure squeezed the white circle that contained him. From all directions.

Beelzebub leaned down and pressed against his bubble intimately.

I don't know if it's because of the light ball of order energy that clings to the original fallen angel, or because the King of Demons himself dissolved part of the pure darkness.

Suddenly, her face emerged from the endless blindness.

This was the first time Icha saw her face since Beelzebub was promoted to the King of Demons.

To be honest, he would rather not look at it even once.

…

Beelzebub looks much more mature than he last looked two thousand years ago.

She now has almost six hundred eyes with crimson flames, but only fourteen of them stay on her face.

Two owls, which are round and large, grow at the eyes of the humanoid creature, and there are six smaller ones lined up on one side, embedded above the cheeks, glowing brightly.

The remaining five hundred or so eyes formed a strange radiating symbol that extended from her back.

She could blink - not many demons could blink - and the two larger eyes blinked very slowly - like foamy waves rushing up to the shore and gently receding, while those that were as light as fire kept blinking.

Flashing.

Under the eyes are small red lips.

"Dear Ichaint Om."

Beelzebub grabbed his bubble, raised his two forelimbs and rubbed his hands back and forth, tilted his head, and looked at him with twinkling eyes like a naughty girl.

Icha is all too familiar with this behavior.

This means danger.

"The great King of Demons. I have something very important to report to you." He said immediately.

He had not forgotten the purpose of facing her. He had something to say.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. My Izaint. We can't talk like this."

Beelzebub buzzed with a smile. Her four-layered web-like wings with sharp barbs at the tips stretched out and spread like a giant moth, tightly wrapping the white ball of light containing Yicha.

.

Then she looked directly at him, her red lips forming a small circle.

Two words popped out of it.

"Order: Come."

…

Snap!

The white translucent bubble composed of order energy was violently torn open from the front, and darkness poured in.

"Come", "throw", "escape", "stop" and "lie down".

Five of the purest demonic commands.

"Come."

The first of the five purest commands.

Sent by the highest level of demons.

Almost instantly, Yi Cha realized that this guy's power had gone up a notch higher than when he was promoted.

The number of times he avoided it turned out to be a bit too much. He couldn't accurately estimate the speed of her growth.

Infinite energy, infinite malice, and a long time have transformed her many times.

This "Come", if directed at Hell's most elite Sixth Legion, can instantly gather them into a compressed devil stick as thick as an arms without the need for personal suppression.

Now, this "come" is being looked at alone at such a close distance.

"Come."

She opened her three pairs of arms to him. Her little red lips smiled at him. Her six hundred eyes stared at him.

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