Just as Glazt was furious by the "silent curse", he wanted to tear one or two of the Barol Flame Demons with his hands, so that the guys under him could remember the fear of being dominated by the Lord of the Undead, the curtain at the door of the marching tent was pulled open.

The rumbling sound of artillery disappeared. This marching tent was accompanied by powerful magic, which not only could resist heavy fire bombing, but also could isolate the sound interference of the outside world after the curtain was put down. Previously, when the Wasteland Tribe coalition gathered armored troops to launch artillery bombardment on the demon legion, Glazt felt that the bombing sound was annoying, so he ordered his subordinates to keep the curtain closed.

A soul-serting demon walked in.

He looked like a tall and fat beast, with a terrifying boar head on his folded neck, a fat hand made of four fingers at the end of his arm, and a pair of ridiculous little wings growing behind it.

Only a few demons can understand the internal operating rules of the bottomless abyss like the Soul-Sermon Demon. Although some Soul-Sermon Demons claim to serve themselves rather than a certain demon lord—for example, some Soul-Sermon Demon claims to be in charge of the fleshy areas where the demons were born in the bottomless abyss, while others control the most important and secret valleys in the bottomless abyss—but usually, Soul-Sermon Demon chooses to become a vassal of a powerful demon lord.

Because they knew that even if they could manage and control and control the territory in the bottomless abyss with their instinctive talents, even larger than the largest human kingdom, in the face of the covetousness of other powerful existences, the deterrence of a soul-judge demon is still not enough.

The Soul-Sermon Demon stood 20 feet tall and weighed about 8,000 pounds. They were born from insatiable evil souls, especially the rulers of the slave empire, thieves, bandits and more violent evil people. The Soul-Sermon Demon who walked into the tent of Glazt's march seemed smaller than his kind, but this guy wisely chose to serve under the command of Lord Wu's Lord. Therefore, he was also one of the higher demon nobles enthroned by Glazt, and his territory was actually not inferior to some demon lords in barren abyss planes.

"Big, big, sir..." This wild boar-like demon nobleman was a little confused when speaking, but this was just his disguise. The Soul-Sergeant Demon was born to fluently use several common terms in the lower plane. However, being stupider could better highlight Glazt's wise and magical martial arts. This Soul-Sergeant Demon knew very well how to please his master.

Glazt glanced at the guy, making the latter look scared, and his fat body began to tremble constantly. "You better give me some good news."

"...Great Lord, an enemy army infiltrated in our base camp appeared. But don't worry, I have blocked the gap. Not only will they not be able to break through our defense, their living power will also be continuously consumed by those lowly and lowly Tanari. Their pretending to be smart is completely a death sentence."

After preying, the starfish-like monster immediately wanted to retract from the ground. The five whip-shaped arms that grew beside the sharp-toothed mouth kept stirring the sand and sinking quickly. Moreover, as the arms stirred, the originally sandy surface soil was quickly returning to its original state and turned into soil again.

Ghost-faced moths are not a good food. Even if they want to eat flesh and blood, they will not choose this kind of food that is dissatisfied with the teeth. They prefer creatures in the material plane, or juicy and plump demon worms that are produced by the souls of evil humanoids falling into the abyss.

Cracking... The Kousai Demon was instantly beaten to pieces. However, what made the little demon even more frightened was that he didn't feel any pain, and replaced it with a strange sense of pleasure.

The Soul-Sergeant Demon rolled and crawled out of the marching tent. Although his posture was extremely tame, the thief didn't say anything at all - he was afraid, and he was worried that as long as he responded to the words of Lord Wu'an, even if he reached a contract with him, Glazt would easily kill him and ruin him later. Faced with a powerful demon lord, such speculation was definitely not something that a mediocre person would disturb him. If he really spoke, he would probably be really hit.

No demon can predict whether some demons can complete some tasks better than the Soul-Sergeant Demon. This is their instinct. Since this Soul-Sergeant Demon does not think that those low-level Tanali have the ability to solve the strange monsters running around, then ninety-nine percent of them really don't have the ability. If this matter is delayed and resolved, it will indeed be delaying Glazt's precious time.

"My patience is limited, you have to come back here after an hourglass, and I have to hear a real good news from you. Otherwise, you won't want to know what I'm going to do to you."

This Kwasaimo burped.

Groups of Flodes flew west across the horizon, embellishing the dark green night sky with grayish white colors. Among the dense abyss razor vines, carnivorous beetles moving during the day gave their home ground to the nighttime giant cockroaches, blood-sucking ticks, scavenging flies and other creatures.

"Hmm? Trouble?" Glazt snorted coldly.

Just as the Kousai Demon hesitated, a big mouth full of sharp teeth suddenly appeared under him and suddenly closed. The Kousai Demon was swallowed whole into this big mouth, stirring the sharp teeth, and turned the little demon into a pool of flesh and blood in a few strokes. With the undetectable "gul" swallowing, the little demon who had just eaten and drunk became the filling object of other creatures.

"Cunning guy." Seeing his subordinates' behavior, Glazt felt a little contempt, but he didn't say anything more. Because that guy's caution was not wrong. "I hope your action can be as useful as this premonition."

The soul-serking demon fell to the ground with a "splash", not caring about the contemptuous gazes that the dozen Barolo Flame Demon bodyguards around him were cast at him. "You are wise, of course you will not be satisfied with these small tactical victory. Only big plans at the strategic level are what big people like you should think about. I just want to report to you some real-time battle situations, and the Xinma we just discovered..."

"This is not good news. What I want to hear is not such news, you know." Glazt said coldly.

But just as this cunning little demon was thinking that since he could stutter, would his good luck today support him to run out of the Demon Legion base camp and escape directly, something unexpected happened suddenly.

"No, it's some small strangeness."

"Big, big, sir, eliminate the impact of being covered by heavy firepower, the Demon Legion actually just needs to find an opportunity to rush forward and quickly kill all the rebellious Ailatian refugees on the front line. However, many strange monsters suddenly appeared in our base camp. You must know that those things are completely incommunicable and must be killed when you see them. It is precisely because of their appearance that the legion has been unable to officially complete the assembly, and can only chase the strange monsters running around like a gopher. I need your authorization to let the more powerful Tanari deal with those strange monsters, otherwise they can only rely on those low-level Tanari to eliminate those strange monsters by relying on their number. Those low-ranking Tanari will waste too much of your precious time in vain."

The soil under his feet quickly sanded and softened. A creature like a starfish suddenly appeared from the sand. Its long arms, like five soft whips, suddenly whipped the Kousai Demon.

...

He landed on the ground, carefully avoiding the sharp leaves of the razor vine, and covered his round belly to rest for a while. As the frontline battle was tight, all kinds of Tanari were driven to the battlefield by stronger people. This Kousai Demon was not temporarily captured by other demons as a strong man because of his good luck (or because of Kousai Demon's defeated combat power).

Including the one just now, he had preyed more than a dozen ghost-faced moths in succession. The food he ate, in terms of size and weight, had already exceeded his body of about ten times the size of his candlestick. Thanks to the demon's strange digestion system - in the bottomless abyss, they actually didn't have to eat, and preyed on flesh and blood just to obtain psychological satisfaction - this Kousai Demon was not overwhelmed by the eaten ghost-faced moth.

These tiny but rather deadly creatures swirled in the faint light, filling their chirpings with long and hot nights. Of course, there were other sounds flowing in this humid air: the sounds of some abyss creatures climbing and preying on the bushes, and the rumble of artillery fire that gradually subsided in the distance.

Out of his cherishment of life, he wanted to use teleportation or spread his wings and escape quickly, but the pleasure told him: It would be okay to wait, and he would not die if he was beaten a few times.

"I will send two of my bodyguards to help you," Glazt pondered for a moment, then reached out to point at the Barol Flame Demon bodyguard standing at the door of the camp. "One is the 'decaptor' and the other 'magic devourer', which is enough to deal with those powerful monsters."

However, for a Kwasai Demon, it is enough to be able to catch some ghost-faced moths to satisfy his cravings. In particular, too many Tanari gathered nearby. Under the control of the vigorous desire for violence, they have slaughtered almost all the flesh and blood creatures nearby that can be obtained. In this case, it would be good if the Kwasai Demon did not become the snack of the more powerful Tanari Demons.

The Soul-judge Demon is talking about "they" wasting time, which is definitely a manifestation of his language art, and he took away part of his responsibilities in an instant. Although Glazt did not understand this guy's little plot, he had to admit that this guy's judgment was correct.

It was as if this whip was a pleasure for him. The ultimate fear and enjoyment of whip were obviously quite contradictory, but at this moment it filled his heart at the same time.

Swish...

"Hurry up, don't pretend." Glazt stood up and appeared in front of the soul-serking demon who was kneeling on the ground the next second. He kicked his vassal backwards, rolled on the ground for several times before stopping.

A Kousais was slowly looking for something in the razor vine. His eyes cast green light into the mud. Many furry, winged insects, like moth-like insects as big as the palm of their hands, flew over and were caught by the Kousais with lightning speed, then torn into two pieces, and then swallowed them whole.

However, it sinks a little slower, so it is caught by a powerful claw. No matter how hard it struggles, it cannot get rid of the pull of the huge claw. Its whip-like arms constantly whipped and fought back, but the owner of the claw is indifferent to it.

Well, he was actually a little responsive. "Oh, oh..." The soul-serting demon shuddered, and the pleasure brought by the whipping made him whisper twice, but it was suppressed. His claws with four fingers closed with force, and with a snap, he crushed the strange creature lurking underground to prey into a ball of minced meat. This was obviously not only physical, but also magic at work.

"This is a dust-digging beast. This weirdo has no intelligence - so it is a weirdo in the neutral camp. Their appearance is similar to a huge starfish, and the sand-colored exoskeleton has rough spines like burrs. Five long and thin arms are covered with hundreds of barbs of tubular cilia to grab and grasp prey. The fleshy part of the center is a bloody mouth full of huge fangs. The dust-digging beast is an ambush predator, most of the time, waiting patiently for the prey to pass through the ups and downs. They have no gender, and they reproduction with spores, and reproduce three to four times in a ten-year life cycle. They can create smaller juveniles that are exactly the same as the mother. The split juveniles must be immediately away from the mother to avoid being grabbed and eaten. The juveniles have long juveniles.

4 feet, and can travel through sand and soil at a faster speed. The larvae usually escapes at least one ligament from the mother and then buried in the soil for the first hunting. The degree of biological enrichment of these larvae establishes a new residence location usually determines whether the larvae of dust-digging beasts survives or starves to death. Once they complete their first hunting, they rarely leave the surrounding range of hundreds of feet in their lifetime..."

Obviously, in addition to his outstanding strength, this soul-serking demon also has extensive knowledge far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. At this time, he did not stutter at all, which was completely different from his submissive appearance in the Glazt marching tent.
Chapter completed!