There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

Durkan seemed to understand Purcell's panic, and smiled gently.

Then his pupils gradually turned golden second by second, and his demon horns gradually appeared on his head.

In this way, in front of Purcell, he changed from a human to a demon.

Every move seemed to be mocking Purcell's incompetence.

Purcell, it is impossible to identify any camouflage that Delois just used.

It seemed that Delois was easily performing something that went against the common sense of the world.

"Purcell, come closer."

After being demonized, Durkan's golden pupils are full of indifferent banter, as if showing his truest temperament, possessing two attributes of extreme madness and extreme rationality at the same time.

Until now, Purcell's magic also told him with complete certainty that the demon in front of him was undoubtedly the fifth level, and his magic power was also very weak!

There is no camouflage magic on him!

But those golden pupils are undoubtedly the most accurate symbol of Delois.

Incomprehensible, only despair.

No matter how embarrassed Purcell's face was, he walked towards Durkan instinctively as if he didn't obey his orders.

"What the hell are you..."

Purcell asked in a trembling voice.

It seemed that he had already thought about his situation clearly, and there was nothing more to be afraid of. Even if he would be treated unimaginably next, he would rather be a fool.

"Purcell, let me ask you, have you always been confident in your abilities? Thinking that everything is within your understanding? For example, you can judge the truth of what I said next? I am a human being."

As Durkan spoke, he opened the chessboard on the table and placed the pieces one by one on the grid.

Purcell was pretty sure it was the truth.

"I am a demon, the Delois of Calamity."

Durkan's tone remained flat.

Purcell was convinced that this sentence was also true.

He is no stranger to it.

From the moment he actually saw Delois, he felt that the problem was his own identification magic.

Seeing Purcell's expression of being completely skeptical to the point of no doubt, Durkan started asking questions again:

"What level do you think I look like now?"

"..."

Purcell dared not answer.

Because he knew the answer in his heart was stupid.

If you say it, you will either get ridiculed by the big demon, or you may even offend the big demon.

"Is it the fifth level?"

Durkan seemed to understand Purcell's heart, smiled, and continued,

"All opponents who regard me as Tier [-] will end up miserable without exception."

"Mumble."

Purcell still didn't dare to say anything, but swallowed.

He was very glad that he chose not to answer, the cold sweat from his forehead ran down his cheeks to his chin, and finally dripped to the ground.

Twelve years ago, Delois had easily played with the Demon Prison, which was said to be "impossible to take any prisoner", and caused many eighth-level demons to die tragically.

Now it is impossible to be lower than the eighth level!

But no matter whether it is the commander of the first army of the ninth rank or the devil king, they will not be able to completely ignore Purcell's probing magic!

Except for one possibility.

That is, Delois has reached higher realms.

No matter who reached this realm, Purcell would not be afraid.

Even if someone in the Holy Kingdom has reached the tenth level.

At most, the demons were liquidated.

A dead thing.

However, this crazy, evil, and evil Delois reached the tenth level at a time that no one knew.

Well, all living beings in this world.

Be it human or demon.

All are doomed.

"Did you know? I'm already convinced that the current Demon King will die, it's only a matter of time, and the successor will be my sister, Talomarty."

Durkan lifted a chess piece rather calmly, and gently pushed down the chess piece placed on the opposite throne.

It seemed that, to him, killing the Demon King was as simple as raising a hand and raising a chess piece.

Purcell was terrified in his heart, as if he was staring straight at the bottomless abyss.

Delois told Purcell his current strength in a side-to-side answer.

He could have killed the Demon King a long time ago, but he felt that it was pointless to do so.

Then why did he find himself, an eighth-level demon?

"I dare to ask, why do you want to do this?"

Purcell asked the question that he wanted to understand even if he died tragically.

"Hmph, good question."

Durkan smiled with satisfaction, and didn't seem to hate communicating with a guy who "just ask if you don't understand",

"The devil is a creature driven by desire, and any behavior of the devil is inseparable from the motivation of 'doing what you find interesting'. However, I feel that this world is already boring. Slaanesh? Khorne? Which one can make me experience happiness?"

Durkan muttered to himself like a philosopher.

Another question was thrown to Purcell.

But he didn't seem to be questioning Purcell.

I just think this kind of seminar-like communication method is far more interesting than his one-sided narration.

"I don't understand, please explain to me."

Purcell was so sure he couldn't answer it.

If he could guess what Delois was thinking, he would have already become a legendary demon!

Durkan stared at Purcell for two seconds, the feeling of being scrutinized made Purcell dare not breathe.

Finally, Durkan opened his mouth and said word by word:

"The answer is to do good deeds."

"???"

Purcell couldn't understand, but he knew that Delois was crazy.

DeLois wasn't kidding.

Even Purcell no longer trusts the accuracy of his magic recognition at this time.

He also didn't feel that Delois said these words in a joking manner!

Because of this moment.

Purcell saw that behind the table, Delois's golden pupil seemed to have his reflection finally appearing.

It was also at this moment that the corner of Delois' mouth evoked a smile that should belong to the devil.

Purcell knew that it was not a good thing for him to be seen by the other party.

It's the real thing, the plaything that the other party is convinced is for the choice!

"The only thing that makes me feel so interesting is seeing the demons doing good deeds. Of course, I have long been addicted to doing good deeds and cannot extricate myself."

Durkan explained.

Purcell was horrified by his smile.

So your fun...

Is it thinking of ways to force the devil to do good and accumulate virtue every day?

What hell beast thing? !

And you're really sick, and you do good deeds yourself?Are you worthy of saying this?

Although such a thought flashed through Purcell's mind, he quickly forcibly dismissed it.

He didn't dare to say, let alone think about it!

Purcell is already convinced that Delois, who has been missing for many years, has reached an unreasonable state in strength, and his psychology has also dived towards a hopeless situation.

His madness is completely irreversible!

At the moment when Purcell couldn't calm down for a long time, Durkan's series of deadly questions came again:

"So Purcell, let me ask you, do you choose to continue to do evil, or do good deeds with me?"

Durkan's words were easygoing.

Not meant to be threatening.

It's more like exhorting the villains to be sincere and good.

But this is also the last question.

Purcell's body gradually trembled violently, his lips trembled, and he wanted to call out, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make any sound.

He found that his back was already drenched in cold sweat, which looked extraordinarily cold in this winter.