The ground in the Burning Hell is still trembling. It would be better to say that the ground in this place has never stopped.
Barr sat quietly on his throne and frowned as he watched a group of rats crawling out of the cracks in the ground.
Although these rats quickly turned into a blackened pile of garbage in the flames of the Burning Hell, they were still a bit annoying.
"Now is not the time."
Barr didn't know who he was talking to, and his face darkened.
Apparently the rat didn't please him very much.
A weak squeak seemed to be responding to Barr.
"I told you, now is not the time. I know your hatred for barbarians, but now where do you want me to find you a suitable soul as nourishment?"
Barr muttered and waved his arms unconsciously.
The squeaking paused for a moment, then suddenly became louder.
There was the sound of rodents neighing and claws clawing at gravel everywhere.
"Hamelin! Be calm! I know you are Diavolo's subordinate, but now I am the only one in control of the Burning Hell!"
Baal was furious, and the entire throne shook with his roar.
None of these sub-level demons will make people worry, especially those who only follow their bosses.
Hamelin is one of the best.
Facing Barr's anger, the movements of the rats became more detailed.
It was as if he was mocking Barr.
To be honest, Barr was already prepared for this, after all, he just couldn't defeat his brother.
It's just that he has other ways to exchange for quiet space.
"Huh!" - a dissatisfied sigh.
As Barr exhaled, the ground of the Burning Hell was dyed with a layer of gray-black energy, and some faint green could still be seen.
A thick arm stretched out from the ground, and then pulled out the body that was not in harmony with the arm.
The King of Diseases, referred to as the King of Diseases.
Fortunately, no one uses the word "disease" to refer to this terrifying big devil.
The most powerful strength of the Plague King, who is covered in toxins, is his deformed arm. After all, this arm is the only one that belongs to Baal.
That body full of poison was picked up by Baal from Duriel.
It's like picking up trash.
The power of toxins is limited after all, especially for destruction.
Barr's hand grasped one of his tentacles and hesitated.
He didn't know if it was worth it.
After all, it would be easier to leave things like catching mice to barbarians.
Anyway, guys on both sides hate each other.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!" (Only fear! is eternal!)
Hamelin's sharp scream made Barr frown and make up his mind.
Without stopping, he broke off the tentacles in his hands and threw them towards the Plague King.
The body that was just following instinct seemed to be injected with consciousness and became energetic.
"Roar!"
The Plague King roared and hit the ground heavily with his huge arms, and then the poison appeared out of thin air and poured into the cracks on the ground of the Burning Hell.
Perhaps the nickname Poisonous Rat Qiang is quite suitable for the Plague King.
"Good, very energetic!"
Barr grimaced and applauded.
He doesn't like to praise others, but King Plague is different.
This thing is like a child clinging to his parents, wanting to get praise from Barr every moment.
Innocence and cruelty!
If Baal didn't praise King Plague, then King Plague would definitely behave like a naughty child.
Barr was not in the mood to coax the child afterward, so he could just praise him at the time.
With a sound of "Ouch", King Plague shouted loudly.
A piece of skin was bitten by a big rat on the leg which was too small compared to the arm.
Although the mouse quickly fell to the ground and was scorched black by the high temperature of the burning hell.
This is not a serious matter, at least the Plague King will not die from diseases such as the plague.
But this offended Barr's dignity.
Hamelin dared to say no to him!
This signal was a bit dangerous, and Barr's face darkened again.
"King of Plague, my child. The current Burning Hell does not have enough space for you to perform. I hope you can find a place you like."
Barr said the word "child" awkwardly.
The Plague King is not someone like Lilith, nor does Barr want to use his most powerful origin as a bet for a huge gamble like Mephisto.
The Plague King is just the epitome of some destruction.
Children are still a bit out of the question.
But King Plague didn’t think so.
Barr glanced at the cracks on the isolation cover that still existed and gritted his teeth.
Then he opened a gap big enough for the Plague King to pass through, and then used his eyes to signal the Plague King to leave here.
Barr can't leave.
If he leaves the Burning Hell on his own, he will have no advantage at all in the subsequent struggle.
Diavolo controls the most powerful fear, and he can only match one or two by relying on the Burning Hell.
Because he is Diavolo's older brother, he has slightly more authority.
He is the most passive person, especially not all of the demonic powers that can be awakened in the Burning Hell are loyal to him.
Barr felt a sense of urgency.
Even if he didn't expect to be able to crush this guy Bulcaisuo, he didn't intend to hand over everything he had for nothing.
"At least, Diavolo must not inherit all my inheritance after my failure!"
Barr said harshly.
By the way, a powerful force was used to push the King of Plague out.
The malicious squeaking of Hamelin's big rat came from beneath the ground. It was taunting!
The Plague King stood dumbly on the land outside the Burning Hell, and then turned around.
A rare glint of thought appeared in his eyes.
Children always grow up, especially after experiencing many battles and deaths.
It's just that he shouldn't have love, nor should he feel what "parents" are.
"Go, live, and don't come back!"
Barr said in a cold and stern tone that he deliberately disguised.
To be honest, his tone when facing Bulqueso was much more natural than it is now.
This deliberate disguise made him look like a fool.
To be continued...