Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

After Monroe became a death knight and had a power that increased exponentially, some other paladins were also a little bit ready to move.

"If you want to stay in the Nether, just keep it." Monroe said to them.

At this time, they were walking between the sixth ring (volcano area) and the seventh ring (blood pool area) of the lower realm. Facing such Monroe paladins, they were undoubtedly curious and terrified.

There was a huge rift in this land. There used to be a village here that was abandoned because of the rift. There are still some broken walls beside the crack, which looks quite desolate. There was a crimson light under the rift, and the red wind gushed from the abyss of the rift to fill the sky, forming an exceptionally magnificent landscape. The wind blew the boulder, and there were some unlucky animals who occasionally strayed into it. There are many slimes living under the rift, and their color is different from elsewhere, showing a pale red. In some places further down, the fire elemental spirits lived, and Irvine was born here.

"I really want to stay in the lower realm. I don't have much nostalgia for the human realm... but I don't know what I can do in the lower realm. Do I need to be a death knight too?" a Paladin asked.

"Since we came here, Hill has been tempting us to join in the front side. If you plan to stay, he must have arranged it himself." Monroe said lightly, "but you are different from me, and the human world has your body. Place."

Teresa has been silent from the beginning. After hearing Monroe say this, he said: "Captain."

Monroe looked at him, and Teresa's heart burst into his dark red eyes. In fact, Teresa had thought about what Monroe would be like when he became a death knight. For example, when he called him the captain, he would say "Don't call me that, I'm not your captain anymore", or simply cut off his body as a human being. All the fetters turned into an attitude that the six relatives did not recognize... These Teresa felt that it was possible. But he didn't expect Monroe to talk to them in the same way as before, even when his appearance and momentum have changed.

This should be impossible...becoming the change in the appearance of the demons is only the least important change, the most important is the change in the soul. This is not a fairy tale, it is not the kind of story where even though I became a demon, my heart is still kind and will let you go at the last minute.

Teresa Shelley's face changed several times, and his mind was confused.

"Speak." Monroe said.

"Captain." Teresa called again, his voice a little dry, "I..."

"What you think is also right." Monroe interrupted him. He cast his gaze on the abyss blowing the hurricane upwards, but Teresa felt that his eyes were deeper than the abyss. "You feel the fear too. It should be."

Teresa was stunned. Did Monroe see through his thoughts... the unique talent of the demons?

"It's not unique to the demons." Monroe said Teresa's voice again, and he said lightly: "I can see all kinds of people's thoughts before, but because of human morality and etiquette, I can't tell them all. That's it."

The implication of his words is very obvious. I used to give face to those people including you, but now I don’t have to.

Teresa suddenly felt hot on his face, and he lowered his head.

"Humans have always had a lot of despicable things, and you don't need to blame yourself." Monroe seemed to smile, and they had already moved closer to the crack. From the beginning to the end of the conversation, his tone was faint, and he felt as if he was talking about "what to eat tonight," rather than such a sensitive topic, "Of course, I did it before."

"What about you now?" Teresa almost blurted out.

After he said this, the surrounding paladins were silent, a few looked at Teresa worriedly, and the rest looked at Monroe.

"right now…"

Monroe repeated slowly.

Then he smiled, not that kind of light smile, but a real smile.

His red eyes suddenly darkened, becoming black like ink, and the black was still rolling and surging, as if a thick black mist condensed in his eyes.

Teresa felt as if her throat was pinched by something, making it hard to breathe.

Then he heard Monroe's next sentence:

"...I am more despicable and greedy now than before."

Theresa suddenly had a desire to vomit. This was not about Monroe's words, but the malicious and dark breath that Monroe exuded eroded Teresa's body and spirit, making him feel heartfelt discomfort.

Fortunately, Monroe quickly recovered that faint appearance, but then all the Paladins did not dare to ask him the question of crossing the boundary. Ten of the Paladins wanted to stay in the Nether, and three wanted to go back.

Monroe nodded, "I know." Then he glanced at the crowd, "You should know that it's not a small talk now."

His lack of emotion once again caught everyone's heart suddenly.

"I know." A more lively Paladin said quickly, he was willing to stay.

"Well, you go back first, Teresa and I have something to say." Monroe continued.

The Paladins had to be ordered to leave, Teresa bit the bullet and stayed. To be honest, he was more afraid of Monroe now.

After the others left, Monroe said straightforwardly: "They can stay, but you have to go to the human world."

"Why?" Teresa blurted out.

"Your father is still alive." Monroe said, "so you may betray Hill in the future."

Teresa was stunned. That's it... Then a new idea appeared in his mind. That idea made him a little unbelievable, but he thought it might also be true, "Besides, there is also you to my father..."

"Of course there is resentment," Monroe said.

Teresa was silent.

"Not to mention that he had done many things about the villagers, just that he used to tell me that the Mortons are indeed demons-I respect him, I thought he could not lie to me in that situation. That's why I trust him." Monroe still said in the faint tone of voice, "but I also know that it is not him that I really should hate."

Teresa didn't know what to say. He clenched his fists, released them, and clenched them again. "Captain." He called again, in a dry voice, "What can I do for you?"

"Back to the human world." Monroe said, "You need to improve your position in the church. Hill needs an internal response."

"...Okay," Teresa said softly.

So far, Monroe's team has each embarked on a different path.

02.

Hill crouched on the table and groaned, "The fresh death knight who just came out of the oven eloped directly with his old friends. Where is the hottest Monroe? Where is the hottest death knight? Is this gone?"

Goldnia next to it was full of vomiting desires, "My lord, some of your words seem rather inelegant."

The dark elf Albrecht was filled with indignation: "It's too much! My king! Allow me to assassinate them all! And I heard that he touched your throat! I haven't touched it!"

Goldnia said objectively: "I suspect you can't beat him.... And the latter is the point, Al."

Albrecht was shocked: "Really can't beat it?" He readily ignored the second half of the death knight's sentence.

Goldnia recalled the scene when Monroe had just changed his job and nodded: "I am not his opponent. His original physical fitness and the rituals at the time of the change are the best objective conditions in the history of the death knight."

This is, after all, Hill had Monroe lie down on the altar under the Demon King's Blackstone Tower to perform the ceremony.

"And he received enough mental stimulation in the last step." Goldnia continued.

"What irritated him?" Albrecht asked.

Goldnia replied: "My king said that he became a demon by my king's design, and everything is a lie of my king."

Albrecht suddenly realized, "That's how it is."

Hill was very pleased to look at such a dark elf. He thought that Albrecht finally had a good idea, and then he heard the latter say: "He was so moved and excited because my king valued him so much. Was it a strong enough mental stimulation?"

Goldnia opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He thought he was a demon, but compared to this night elf, it really didn’t count...

Rao is that Hill has become accustomed to Albrecht's various gestures to blow him, but Albrecht's sudden sentence still makes Hill feel old-fashioned...

Goldnia stayed for a while, and then said: "...In short, Monroe is very strong now, but if the goal is to kill, very few people in the lower realm can escape Al's assassination."

Victory and killing are two concepts.

Albrecht does have the power to kill almost any demon...Of course, the price paid is also terrible, terrifying to the point where Hill is terrified.

The elves can actually be spiritually linked, which is similar to the Protoss (Protoss) in StarCraft, and they can also transmit spiritual power in a certain space. It means that if the dark elves decide to kill a person/demon race with the power of the whole clan, they can send the best assassin to the assassin, and then transmit all the spiritual power of the whole clan to him when the assassin wields the weapon. For a person, such a goal will definitely die, and the consequence may be that the whole family also explodes themselves.

In theory, the dark elves are the most likely to kill the king.

The demon kings of all generations know this, so they focus on cultivating the loyalty of the dark elf, and each generation of the five elders will have a carefully trained dark elf (usually the son of the patriarch)-the devil will bring him by his side to raise him, etc. He was given the status of five elders when he became an adult.

The five elders generally do not serve as patriarchs, but they will be the closest people to the patriarch.

From generation to generation, the Demon King relied on this to consolidate his position.

This is why Albrecht is such an idiot... Hill also learned this later.

They are not simple people, Hill thought.

—