The Endless Shuttle

Serjeks said respectfully.

"I came here, in addition to wanting to help my friends who invade your territory, but also on behalf of the millions of demons in the underworld, I ask you for a living peace of mind."

"Perhaps you didn't put us in your eyes at all, and even dismissed embarrassing us humble demons. But the sun will burn and melt the snow. With your unfathomable power, you just unconsciously make certain things. Things may kill us, just like the fragile sky of the underworld."

"The strong have absolute power. I know this very well. But...sir, we don't know what to exchange for, or what to do to make you happy. We just live in the underworld and are traumatized by the war. The humble race. All we want is what belongs to us-life."

"Please forgive me for my endless chatter, and please forgive all lives in the underworld. If you need anything from the devil, we will offer it to you without hesitation."

After speaking, Serjeks knelt down on his knees.

From beginning to end, the successor of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon didn't say anything related to his own request.

All his angles are from the standpoint of the underworld, including the Demon Sect who is at war with the Anti-Demon Sect.

Rope wanted to laugh a little, not derogatory, but simply wanted to laugh.

This world is really the happiest world he has ever experienced.

The high gods give their lives for mankind; the angels spare no effort to protect the world; even the guys crowned "demons" can say such things, and so are beautiful fairy tales.

But what to do with him?

"Excellent rhetoric, excellent posture, Serjeks."

Rope pointed his finger at the desktop.

Seraphus and Gabriel did not dare to come out, waiting for the following of the ancient evil.

"But you overlooked one point. You are a threat in disguise. Use the weakness and pity of the devil, and use the weakness and pity of your own to threaten me as the dominator."

"My lord, I didn't mean to..."

"Shut up and listen to me."

Rope said.

"I don't care about everything about your demons. Don't even think about using that general concept to constrain me. I am interested in choosing the underworld as my residence at the moment and there are other reasons, but these are not things you deserve to know. Look at In terms of your words, my greatest gift is only "not destroying the underworld." I won't give you any other guarantees. "

Serjeks wanted the life of a demon.

But in the unlikely event that Rope's experiment needs life to fill, and some of it will affect the territory of the devil, will he confirm his consistent commitment to his promise, or choose power and knowledge against his promise?

As an absolute egoist and a demigod who regards trustworthiness as his own glory, Rope feels that he should not give any guarantees from the beginning.

Everything is left to causal destiny to make the decision.

The arbitration scale of life and death can only be in Rope's own hands. He will not easily dictate to others, and it will become something that he can't let him do whatever he wants.

"Understand, Serjeks Gremory."

"……Yes."

Chapter 51 The True Wife, the Combination of the Demigod and the Supreme Demon

About twenty minutes later, Serjeks Gremory, a young man outstanding among demons of his age, left Rope's dark city in frustration.

Neither of the two goals he rushed for was achieved.

Whether it is to let the ancient evil things show some kindness to the devil, or to let Seraphim Sidi get rid of the fate of imprisonment.

Although the black-haired demon was gentle in his words, he did not regard him as the object of "deal" and "negotiation" at all. As if he was just a less annoying bug, smile and listen to the humble tweet of Serjax jumping onto the table.

But fortunately, the ancient evil creatures have no interest in things like crashing the underworld.

Isejax wisely inferred that as long as the demons did not come to die and provoke the ancient evils in the dark floating city, he would largely not turn his sights on these weak beings, at most or because of certain things. Spread to the devil.

Very sad.

But there is no way.

This is why the strong are noble and the weak are hateful.

Without strength, even life depends on the mood of others, and the strength of the ancient evil is like a peak that cannot be climbed, just looking at it, and despair.

"Ugh……"

With a long sigh, Serjeks patted his face.

Even if the results of this trip were unsatisfactory, he couldn't be overly indulged in worries about ancient evils.

The daughter of Leviathan of the Demon Sect, Zufami launched an offensive against the Demon Sect. Although this incident was a private action by Zufami from the intelligence point of view, her camp decided that it would not be that simple.

The fuse of the war has been ignited.

Next will be the biggest internal fight of the demons of the underworld.

The winner lifts the throne of the devil, and the loser will never stand up.

Serjax can't fail, he has too many dreams that need the throne of the "Devil" to be realized. The demons have reached the point where they are on the verge of reform. If they continue to be ruled by the blood heirs of the ancient demon kings, I am afraid they will completely withdraw from the colorful stage of the world, and maybe even the underworld will change hands.

What a disaster and how difficult it is.

Serjeks glanced at the dark city further and further behind him for the last time.

Frightening power, but mixed with intoxicating dark charm...

Converging his mind, Serjeks' bat wings shook and disappeared into the fragmented night.

...

Inside the dark temple of the gods, Rope slowly laid out the crimson tablecloth neatly, and drew out his latest green jade nib, and placed it on the materials needed to record the dark source of Asathos, and make enough. Prepare.

Acelia lived in her body for seventy-three hours, almost three days.

Not to be missed. During this period, Rope gained the maximum knowledge he can currently access.

Complementary general principles, even if this original knowledge takes time to penetrate, it will bring him excellent help in all aspects, thereby enhancing his increasingly difficult strength.

"By the way, it's a shame that you have just been able to endure not saying a word in front of your friends."

Rope said while placing the items.

In the dark corner of the room, Seraphim stood quietly.

"If you ask Serjeks for help, it is estimated that the gentle young man will definitely work harder to save you, rather than leave in such frustration."

"...After such a thing, I am very lucky to be alive."