The Dragon of Gluttony starts from the hell plane

Roar!!! Hahaha, die (Abyssal Language)!!!

A stronger little lemure tore his opponent's body, and the blood belonging to the little lemure immediately spread all over the ground. He pulled the sword out of the enemy's body.

The fighting lemures were divided into two groups. One group had white cloth straps tied on its shoulders, and the other group had red cloth straps to distinguish the lemures whose looks and features were not much different.

Both sides belong to the lord of the 521st floor of hell, and the lord of the 522nd floor of hell.

...

But then, the little lemure realized that the environment he was in now was no longer the scorching hot hell. He looked around in confusion...

What he saw, in addition to his companions and enemies who were still fighting, was the magnificent surroundings, as well as some strange abyss monkeys with frightened expressions on their faces. The fur on their faces was made into cloth and worn on their bodies.

On the 521st floor and the 522nd floor of hell, there are naturally no humans in action.

Strange, where am I (Abyssal Language)?

To the ears of people who don't understand Abyssal, this little lemure's Abyssal language is just a meaningless roar directed at them, which makes everyone even more frightened.

Amid the screams of those humans, the little lemure with a white cloth band on its shoulders seemed to have finished killing the little red lemure, and immediately began to bite and devour the loser's body.

The originally clean and beautiful auction house immediately turned into a restaurant for these little lemures.

The eating appearance of the little lemure is naturally not much better, and the blood and flesh flying around it can be regarded as a relatively kind description.

...

For the time being, both sides remained peaceful, and the auctioneers of various races on the main plane huddled in the left half of the auction house.

The little lemures who were eating the corpses of hostile little lemures and staying in the right half of the auction house were displaying the bloody savagery of the abyssal and demonic species wantonly.

In the end what happened?

What's going on?!

...

Regarding these auctioneers' questions, a cold voice came from the direction of the stairs on the second floor to answer: This is a melting phenomenon... It seems that hell and us are melting.

Everyone looked over, and then they saw a girl with long snow-white hair, elegantly dressed, walking down the stairs, watching with vigilance those who were eating meat on the ground and flying in the air. A little lemure biting pieces of flesh.

Everyone knew her and greeted her quickly——

Good day, Miss Sebbelia.

It is an honor to meet you, Ms. Sebbeliah Seth.

In response to the respectful greetings of these people, Sebubeliya nodded calmly and coolly. She looked at the dozens of little lemures with about first and second level strength.

Sebu Belia regretted why she didn't let the guards follow her.

Melting? Impossible... It is impossible for melting to occur on the main plane!

Didn't the Mage Association say...

Some people who knew what the melting phenomenon was questioned, but quickly closed their mouths under the gaze of the little lemures who seemed to be underfed... Since it had happened, it was reasonable.

Abyss creatures are like this. They can feel that the people in the venue are easy to bully creatures, so when they are not completely full, they will look at them with salivation and eagerness.

And those auctioneers who were squeezed out of the venue naturally went to hell...

Judging from the [correspondence] relationship, it should suddenly appear on the battlefield between a certain layer of the abyss, and it will not end well... It is estimated that it has been eaten up by this time.

Professionals, protect the other [non-professionals]. The non-professionals immediately retreat to the corner. Everyone is ready to fight!

Sebu Belia waved her hand and commanded like this. She looked at the unemployed people who immediately crowded towards the corner, and then counted the number of professionals. No... there was no need to count.

Because there are only five people standing outside...impossible!

There can't be only this many unemployed people among the nobility!

I remember that you are... a child of the Geli Kremu family.

Looking at the aristocratic woman with whom she had acquaintance who was also hiding in the corner, Sebubeliya frowned and said: Mashanjiusi Gree Kremu... you are a knight of [class] .

...

But the only response she received was silence.

In this regard, Sebu Belia didn't say much. She looked at the auctioneer Miss Sesel who was hiding under the auction table, and called out: Civilian, please come here quickly... I will protect you.

However, the auctioneer, who originally looked very charming, seemed to have weakened his legs at this moment. He was slumped on the ground and shivering, completely frightened by the blood splashing everywhere and the sound of biting.

The real [Thurse] was trembling.

Hiss! It seems... delicious (Abyssal language)!!

The little lemures finally couldn't hold it back, and they quickly rushed in the direction of the lone auctioneer. The auctioneer immediately succumbed to the smell of sulfur and the stench of blood from the lemures. screamed.

Ah ah ah ah ah!!!

Holding shiny iron weapons, the little lemures were unreasonably prepared to bully the weak.

[Respect the noble wind, admire the noble ice, the two are everywhere, please look at them in vain, please laugh at their weakness...]

Sebubeliya rushed over there without hesitation. She held the magic book in her hand and chanted quickly, as if she was preparing to save the auctioneer.

The other professionals showed anxious expressions, but no one had any intention of moving.

[Down! The name of the technique is Sebu Belia Cold Wind!]

As Sebubelia chanted the [self-created spell] named after her, the elements around her gradually responded to her, and almost immediately, they turned into a storm entangled in tiny smoothies, bombarding the surroundings. On those little evil demons.

Amidst the crackling sound, the small ice particles with strong kinetic energy immediately knocked them back.

Sebu Belia was able to take the opportunity to help the auctioneer up, and looked at the little lemures who seemed to be uninjured. While supporting the auctioneer, she chanted: [Cold Blue, with... ]

She chanted quickly, breaking out at the fastest speed in her life, but...

The abyssal species' magic resistance was much more terrifying than she had imagined, and its attack speed at her was also much faster than she expected.

Siha! This woman! It seems delicious (Abyssal language)!

Eat her! Let's all join in! (Abyssal Language)

Hiss! Hee hee hee (Abyssal language)!!!

...

That's too late!

[Please help Bai Feixue...ah! 】

Sebubelia looked at the sword blade that was so close and completely covered with blood. In her panic, she suddenly mispronounced a syllable of the spell... It was not [help], but [the help]. help】.

The somewhat desperate Earl's daughter named [Sebbelia] glanced at the professionals who had no intention of helping, then closed her eyes and waited for death to come.

Seb Belia, died at the age of seventeen...ish.

Nah! These aristocratic professionals are so damn disappointing! Fire elemental! Come on!!!

...

Accompanied by the scorching scorching waves, Sebubelia flew past her. When she heard the familiar voice, she showed an expression of surprise, which was quickly restrained by her.

This voice is unmistakable, it is her classmate...

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