Belia heard his voice trembling, and his anger burned in his heart like flames, making him almost want to destroy everything, but more importantly, he knew that he might have fallen into absolute passiveness. "All the mages gave up
The rest of those secondary magic circles will be cut off the energy path and then concentrated in the central vertical groove!" Amid a series of commands, the great devil kept retreating like sharp arrows: "Closing this place, don't let him leave!"
The last command burst out with the roar, as if it were thunder. However, the Fuxing Yeying who had made his fingers a moment ago did not move... They retracted their arms and let the silver shadow pass by them, just
He shaking his body in confusion, like an anemone in the tide.
"It is worthy of being His Majesty Beria, a wonderful self-salvation."
It is no longer the simple lines. The thin silver light completely constructs the human body, with a little nothingness, but clearer - even the sarcastic and distorted smile on the corner of his lips is almost real
He floated around Beria like a phantom, greeting the great devil leisurely and contentedly.
"What do you want?" Beria did not stop her movement, but also did not choose to ignore it: "If it is something I can get, you can consider it."
Such a transaction is full of humiliation and is almost equivalent to surrender.
But Belia knew that he had no choice—his power was fading away at a terrible speed. At this moment, he could hardly claim to be a lord anymore. He was like a drowning man, and he had to try his best to seize it.
The last life-saving straw, even if it is just a straw.
And that gentle voice made the hideous face of the big devil even more distorted.
"Nothing, there is actually no special goal, or? This castle looks good?"
The Fortress of Sigh and Scream, Belia's shelter for thousands of years, is also a stronghold that he must not lose, because it is one of the alternatives to the power he deprived of was asmothils of power... Only
Only in several special places, including here, can this great devil maintain his identity as the lord of the Fourth Prison and exercise his privileges. Otherwise, if he is exposed to the spatial rules of the Fourth Prison for a long time,
He could only slowly lose his position and feed Firna!
"Yes, it will lose its power. For a former devil lord, it is really scary..."
The stuttering that came into the heart of the great devil was subtle, but clear, like a cold needle prick, piercing his spirit: "But Your Majesty Belia, you don't think this is a very good one in another way.
Is the result? At least, for the entire Fleggsos and the entire Nine Prisons, this is an inevitable ending?"
"Do you think that such a decision can be made by you?" Beria sneered loudly.
Sneering does not require loud voices, it is just another manifestation of showing weakness, so that person doesn't care:
"The Lord of Nine Prisons is actually very clear about what is happening here. Including what you raise... puppy? And your plan? I dare say he knows at least 90%. And what's interesting is that he is,
It’s a pity that you gave up more than once, but you gave up easily.”
A wide corridor passed by the two people, constantly rolling in their sight - full of gloomy colors, the tall window lattices and complex and gorgeous chandeliers are decomposing into particles of light, and then recombining them in the sight to become warm and smooth
Monotonous walls.
That symbolizes occupation, complete occupation.
Belia's face was twisting, and her whole body was trembling constantly. Her thick muscles slowly swelled under his dark skin, urging his originally tall and thin body to make it even bigger. In a moment, he had already gone from
The humanoid appearance completely turned into a giant over twenty feet tall! On the forehead, two pointed small corners were also growing, turning into thick curved corners, and then the huge bat wings stretched out from behind, as well as
A long tail covering the scales as thick as a dragon!
However, this is not a manifestation of strength...but a degeneration!
Beria's spirit was boiling like the sea, almost crazy! He tried hard to inspire his last remaining power, trying to escape from the constraints surrounding him, but all the struggle was futile, that sticky power
Coming from all directions, wrapping him up, and greedily devouring everything about him, the original power of the Lord of Hell!
So far, the battle has become a unilateral crush and plunder! He can only watch everything happen, but even the slightest change is powerless! In the end, he even had the power to move at high speed.
Losing it, the bat wings behind the awkward agitator could only rush left and right! However, in the warm luster around him, the huge demon body was like a fly under the light, powerless and small.
"Ambition is not scary. At least, for the Lord of Nine Prisons, proper ambition is necessary. It is a driving force, thriving, and in his hell, there are many who want to take the throne instead, but
The Lord of Nine Prisons acknowledged their existence...Mephistopheles, and the overlord of Levithus, and perhaps the King of Flying Insects. Their hatred or some disguise, but everyone knows
...But they are a little different from you, because what they want is replaced, and what you want is the ban on the territory, so do you think... will he keep you?"
The person's voice was leisurely, seemingly ethereal, and indescribable.
The desperate Belia finally stopped struggling.
His huge head shook slightly and glanced at the surroundings: "So, what can you get? Stay here? Become the subordinate of the Lord of the Nine Prisons? The master of a layer of hell? Then what? What once belonged to me, you have to
Not! No duke will obey you! And do you think Asmotiels will let you exist in hell? For him, you are far more dangerous than me! Leave me, you will still gain
All chance! Otherwise…”
"The essence of temptation is that you need to understand the ** hidden deep in reason. But he is different from us, and everything about you is meaningless to him."
The low and magnetic voice passed through the space, and the red blood marks cut through this warm and bright world. The gushing blood invaded everything in sight, and at the source of the blood fountain, the Lord of the Nine Prisons in a red robe crossed the
Constraints of space: "Did you understand the news I convey to you, and have you ever considered it? Your Excellency Edward?"
The blood swept like a wave, but it also retreated like a wave.
In an instant, in the warm luster, only the lonely figure of the Devil King was left, but the glory seemed to never illuminate his handsome and dangerous face, as delicate as a mask, even if he faced it, he could only see it.
To his red eyes emitted an evil light, and to the ornate robe inlaid with black diamonds and rubies on his body,
The rich darkness, which seemed to be substantial, slowly flowed from the ruby scepter that symbolized the supreme power of hell, was absorbed by all the light around it, but the dark red at the end of the scepter was still as pure as a transparent crystal.
And the smooth, shiny and boundless pressure spreads like a storm around it with this point as the center.
The King of Devils does not hide his strong preparedness.
So Edward could only sigh slightly.
The arrival of the Lord of Nine Prisons was a little earlier than the worst result he expected - he didn't even wait until he completely absorbed the origin of hell belonging to Beria. Although this power was enough to benefit him a lot, the distance was
There was still a huge gap in his heyday.
If he could find Levithus overlord as he did after this... his power could be restored to at least 30% to 80%-30% of his heyday, which would help him find the half plane that originally belonged to him.
If he can reopen his contact with his god space... then even if he fights against the higher gods, he will have the power to fight.
But after all, the plan is just a plan, and the perfection and satisfaction are always a very rare exception.
Now that Beria has declined, will Levithus take the same route as him without any awareness? As the orthodox lord of the fifth prison, will he be as fragile as Beria?
These are still unknown numbers, not to mention that even Edward cannot determine how much of the plan will be smoothly, and how many tacit cooperation will be achieved by the Lord of Nine Prisons - based on the rules of hell, the Lord of Nine Prisons cannot
He personally took action against Beria, and someone's arrival undoubtedly gave him a chance. Edward can now survive in the Nine Prisons, which is naturally for this reason.
Otherwise, with the power of the Lord of the Nine Prisons, how could he allow an existence with dangerous power to approach his daughter without any precaution?
"His Excellency Edward, although Beria is indeed rude, since he has received a certain punishment, can this matter end here?" The devil's king looked straight, reflecting the silver color of human beings.
The figure and voice are calm without losing their majesty. Although the semantics are for requests, they are no different from commands-
However, such commands will certainly have no effect on a human being.
The slightly shiny white corridor was dim layer by layer, and the silver luster also retreated from the figure of humans, leaving only a dark cloth as deep as a shadow, covering the humans. He reached out and pulled his hood
The edges allow the shadow to cover the flashing eyes.
"I said to you, your Majesty, you don't deal with the 25-year-old you don't want to deal with it. It's fine to let me, an outsider, work hard... I've caught this guy, and you ran out to buy it again at this time...
All the good things are your family, and the multiverse is used for you, right? You seem to be doing this incredible thing?"
"Excuse me, Lord Edward, can you...use common words to describe your problem?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid. I'll help you with the work, and I don't expect you to pay much. However, I still owe a contract to your daughter, and send my clone to that Levithi.
I killed him, even if we three parties have a crush on each other, we will help you kill another possible disaster. How about it?"
"Sorry, this...is really not possible."
"Then how do I count on the matter of killing this guy for you?"
"As a reward, I will help you get a medium-level divine power." The Lord of the Nine Prisons stood still, his voice still calm and gentle. He seemed to be unaware of the human verbal offense, just
Around him, layers of blood-red fine lines were falling, reshaping the flat passage into a corridor in the fortress of sighs and screams.
The psychic snorted softly. He snatched from Belia, and his spiritual connection with the castle broke one by one. He narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed that several of the energy had been connected to Belia again.
, causing some changes to the former lord's degenerate body to undergo some re-invention. But it is far from comparable to the previous situation.
"Although it only does not contain the simple divine power of the divine rule, I can guarantee that it is enough to restore your original power." Everything ended in a breathing moment, and the Lord of the Nine Prisons did not pay extra attention to everything here,
In the soft voices, the surrounding space was already shaking and twisting, bringing him and the psychic to a magnificent hall: "In addition, if you are really sure you want the power of Levithus
... Actually, I don’t have to stop it, but are you really sure you want to do this?"
"never mind……"
The original power of hell is similar to divine power, and they are all the energy gathered by the so-called law theory. However, there is a fundamental difference between it and divine power, that is, the rules of the entire nine-level hell are ultimately attributed to Asmotiels—
—It is not much different from divine power, but there are still differences after all. Edward doesn't know what this difference is, so he can't be completely sure whether such power will allow Asmotiels to have anything if it absorbs too much.
What is possible to control him.
Too much is as bad as too much.
"The Goddess of Magic may have fallen." The Lord of the Nine Prisons walked straight into the center of the lobby, picked up a glass of red wine from a small table, drank it all, and then spoke in an astonishing voice.
"Fallen?" Edward raised his eyebrows.
The huge changes in the astral realm have isolated the convenient passage between almost all planes and blocked the transmission of information. However, Edward knew a little about the situation of Mithra - after that war, the goddess of magic has already
I have seen through some skill of Pan Duorion - Edward called it "Divine Power Conversion" - and obtained such power with the ability to swallow divine power freely. She has escaped from some rules of God and has not even been
Believers need to be able to increase their strength freely. As long as they devour the same kind, they will be enough to strengthen themselves.
But now, the Lord of Nine Prisons said that she has fallen?
"No confirmation, so I said, maybe." Asmotiels stretched out his hand, and a seat emerged behind Edward: "She fell into silence and no longer responded to the prayers of any believers, and I sent
Some spies entered the heart of the spell and noticed that it had almost become the territory of the father of the oak. All the prayers of the Mithra suddenly disappeared."
Edward pondered slightly.
The so-called prayer is an existence transformed from the souls of the most elite believers of the gods. The core people of the kingdom of God can also be said to be one of the sources of the gods' faith power. Although Edward doesn't know much about the gods, he also
Knowing that only when the gods are destroyed and no new gods take over the priesthood will this situation where all the prayers suddenly disappear.
But although such information is terrifying, it is meaningless to him. The collusion between the goddess of magic and the father of oak is no secret to him. As for whether Mithra fell... although the goddess is really
Falling was equivalent to a lack of a hidden threat for Edward, but he had no interest in proofing.
And obviously, this is not something Asmotiels really wants to tell him.
"So, your goal is...Azus?" he asked.
As the Lord of the Nine Prisons, Asmotiels' control over language will naturally not be as shallow as those mortals... Every word he says has its purpose, and now that he mentions the fall of Mithra, it is natural to
What he was going to say was related - whether Mizra's fall was true or false, it was a certain premise that she fell into an inactive situation.
The relationship between the gods in the heavens is usually simple - whether it is called a partner or a god, he is just a powerful person, while the weak person is under the sect. As one of the most powerful gods, Mithra is the hand of
There are two assistant gods below, namely Azus, the God of the Mage, and Savras, the God of the Prophet. However, the latter once failed to fight with Azus in legend, resulting in a significant decline in divine power. Now it is
The magical staff of the God of Mage appears in the form of the Lord of Nine Prisons. The Lord of Nine Prisons and Edward had previously talked about sniping a god with medium power, so naturally it could only be this magical god.
but……
"Azus... can't be interested? Do you know how much I aimed to become a mage before. Although I didn't succeed, I said I would attack the God of the mage..."
After pondering, Edward looked embarrassed—
Of course, this is just a boring excuse. The biggest key is that he is not interested in talking nonsense with the heart of spells. Even if Mithra really fell, there is still a father of oaks in charge. He had asked him to be in the Lord before.
The material plane has lost a large amount of divine power, and it is definitely not a good idea to meet him when it is weak.
Unless the Lord of the Nine Prisons is willing to provide all-round protection...sent dozens of legions to open the way for him or her, but now the war in heaven and hell is in full swing, I think it is clear that Asmotiels will definitely not be able to squeeze out that force.
"Don't worry, you just need to take away the divine power you need, and to help me with the work of capturing this god. The rest of the work will be done by me, how about?" r1152