Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

The corners of Lasevier's mouth drooped suddenly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, not to mention smiling, his cold expression looked very frightening, as if he had just walked off the battlefield, without any emotion.

"Master Lipatia, you are right, this is one of the weak points of this plan, or... a variable that is difficult to control."

"So... do you have a solution for this?"

Unfortunately, Lasevier shook his head this time.

"Actually, there is very little we can do about this. It can only depend entirely on the complete personal attitude and psychological game between the actors and the generals of the Sea Monster Triangle during the performance. There is absolutely no way to control this, it just depends on the level of persuasion of the actors and the representatives after us."

In fact, Lasevier and Beda have done a good job. Presumably, after the tea party that day, they both thought a lot. Whether it is their own status and interests or their loyalty, they should have some reflections.

It must have taken a lot of time to formulate such a thorough plan, linking everything from the macro to the micro. Moreover, although there are some problems with this plan... But apart from God's creation, is there any perfect plan in the world?

Seeing La Serviere's seemingly cold but actually somewhat ashamed expression, I slowly closed my eyes, put my hands on the document, and said to her and Beda: "Then try it, I'll give it a try." It feels good, doesn't it?"

Chapter 227. Tears for Incompetence (Goloi)

The so-called carelessness is nothing more than the situation, but this time I didn’t have any reprimand or guilt towards my soul. Apart from helplessness, I could only fall into lament over the past memories, thinking about whose fault it was all in the end , if I can do it all over again, can I still do better?

A deadly sulfuric acid rain fell outside the window, and the raindrops beat on the eaves above the window sill like the song of death.Even if it is a demon, if it gets wet, its whole body will start to rot in a short while, but few demons will die because of this, so this can be regarded as a disaster, because it will cause hundreds of thousands of people to be injured, or even fall into a state of near death, which is not to be feared.

Of course, all territories are prepared against such occasional disasters. Satan City has also set up barriers to resist such natural disasters, but the barriers can only delay the killing of sulfuric acid rain, and cannot completely stop this hatred from heaven, so it is only to allow people in the city enough time to take refuge.

While lamenting, I turned my head to look at the raindrops falling like locusts outside the window. The melancholy and annoyance in my heart were grammatically strong in this annoying rain.I clenched my fists tighter and tighter, but the embarrassing reality took away my freedom to even be angry, so I had to hold back and not let my reason collapse.

The majestic devil king doesn't even have the right to vent when he feels wronged and tired, but this is the position that demons have been fighting for for thousands of years.

It’s funny to think about it, these hypocritical people in power, including me, lords, generals, rich people, and those vampire-like nobles, which ones don’t complain about their suffering and exhaustion, but which ones don’t desperately want to hold on to their current status, and then continue to climb to the more “tired” status above.

Thinking of this, I laughed self-deprecatingly, but after this simple laughter, there was another sigh.

I leaned forward with my arms pressed against the table.At this time, I slowly raised my head and saw the engraved portrait on the table. The person in the portrait was none other than my beloved sister Agathina.

Am I really ashamed of Agadina? Maybe the world will think that the reason why a devil is a devil is because it is completely driven by interests, and everything other than interests can be discarded. Family affection, love, and friendship are all inferior to those cold interests.

No, at least for me, interests are by no means such a narrow thing. Agadina is a part of interests for me. She and I share the same blood. From this perspective, we are very close. Close, the fact is the same. Before I became the devil king, the relationship between me and Agadina can only be described as pure family affection.

But when did this change?

Don’t misunderstand me as a hypocritical demon king. My handsome appearance and destructive strength are all descriptions of me. Since I am sitting on this chair, I will naturally perform the duties that a demon king should have. It is not my character to recall the past and lament all day long. It is the reality that is happening that caused me to do all these actions.

According to Pedeolo's report, the Asmodeus army that surrounded Grotny suddenly retreated, or... more like shifted.

However, at that time, I never thought about where the transferred troops would go.

Until this morning, the nightmare of reality woke me up from the illusory dream, and I learned that the transferred succubi army was approaching Praed at the moment, and the only thing blocking their footsteps was the rapid march brought There is nothing but exhaustion.

But if that's all it is, I won't be moaning here like a bitter woman.If Dipalona really intends to fight me for an all-out war, that’s fine. I’d love for her to do so. If I fight to the death, I can occupy the absolute high ground morally. No family really has the guts to go along with Rust and the Demon King in a head-on war, because this is undoubtedly against the unity of hell and the legitimacy of the Demon King.

It's a pity that Dipalona also understands this truth, so she didn't choose to have a fair and all-out war with me. On the contrary, the information I learned early in the morning is that it is not Rust's who is approaching Praed at this moment. Army, but defected to the exiled Lord Lucifer... the new Lucifer Army...

I reached out tremblingly, and took the portrait of Agadina. The Agadina in the portrait was pure and lovely, with a bit of the noble arrogance that belonged to the Lucifer family.I know that it has been rumored that I have taken away Agadina's purity, and of course it is only a moral slander against me, but if I were not Agadina's brother, I admit, I would be overwhelmed by her beauty.

My little sister, who has always been dependent on me, will be separated from me when she learns that I have become the devil king. She must shoulder the responsibility of being the lord of the Lucifer family and stay in Pride. The little girl who lived for several days, but put the sharp knife covered with the deadliest poison on my neck, trying to put me to death.

And the poison that smeared the blade was none other than the blood of Lucifer that we are most proud of and symbolizes the purest connection between us.

I don't understand what I did wrong. That Yazenoran, Yazenoran who was cornered by Last, and Agadina who lost her real power, both of them are existences that can only be attached to me. What kind of medicine did Dipalona put to make these two people choose to stand with her.

Yazenoran and Agadina, both of them should hate Dipalona and the succubi. Agadina is famous for her hatred of succubi. After I left, she even started a campaign to hunt succubi in Praed. It is this Agartina who also chose to surrender to Dipalona and become my enemy.

I do not understand.

I can't figure it out, I don't have a clue.

Why, exactly why.

Even though this has already happened in reality, I still can't believe it.

Because... this is ridiculous.

I have been sitting alone in the room since I heard the news this morning.

Except for feelings of sadness and helplessness, all the rest of my mind is used to think about a problem.

why.

Yes, that's why.

I racked my brains and couldn't get the answer. What kind of trick did Dipalona use to make the two people who hated the succubus the most become puppets of the succubus.

Still happening right under my nose.

My body was trembling, the hand holding the portrait was trembling, and my lips were trembling with the disordered breathing.Inadvertently, a warm feeling slowly trickled down my cheeks, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that I was actually crying.

But why am I crying? Is it because of despair, or because I feel betrayed.

This point is actually self-evident to me, but it is easy to answer.

"Agadina..."

Because I love her, as an older brother, I do love my younger sister, but also as an older brother, I let my younger sister hate me to such an extent.

Yes, I am crying for my incompetence.

Chapter 228. Candidates for False Representatives (Lipatia)

Belegia really confuses me more and more. From the beginning, the arrogant and power-hungry personality that is no different from Goroy has gradually changed to the present taciturn, all the thoughts in her heart are hidden in her heart, and she will never show it. It is understandable if she does not want to manage all this because she is tired, but from the training of Leviathan and the tea party that day, it can be seen that Belegia, as the agent of the devil, is still in control of everything.

Whenever I start researching gender-based magic, the appearance of Belegia will always appear in my mind. It seems that there is a power beyond my own soul telling me that something has been ignored, and it is important, even fatal. In hell.

I informed Belegia of Lasevier and Beta's battle plan, but she didn't respond at all, she just agreed to me, and then there was no other words, and when I was dissatisfied with her attitude When questioning, she would gently hug me, or hold my face, delicately manipulate my body with her delicate hands, and then tell me that everything is up to me to decide.

If I were a male, I would think that what she did was just trying to use me as a puppet, and she retreated behind the scenes as the king who conquered everything with her body.But since both of them are female, I don't know what's going on with all this.

Of course, I don’t believe that Belegia really has a pure and ascetic heart. Although her personality is becoming less and less like Goloy now, I still look at her with a rigid eye. Such a philosophical concept called metaphysics in human culture may allow me to stabilize my own safety at this moment.

After I came to hell, I also understood the truth that a devil is always a devil, even if it is a devil like Goloy, whose soul I once saw a glimmer of light, it is still a devil after all, and I think it is possible for a devil to transcend My own identity... I don't want to completely deny this possibility, but in terms of probability, it's really too small, and the calm that demons show is often just to hide their cunning plots.

Although I don't think that Belegia really has any cruel intentions towards us, her hiding will still make me restless. Once I calm down, the smell of blood condensed in the air will bring back memories of fear.

After Belegia agreed to the plan, the next step was the issue of implementation.

According to Lasevier and Beda's plan, the first step we have to do is to send a "Rast delegation" to negotiate with the Sea Monster Triangle on behalf of Dipalona.

So all we have to do now is form this fake Rast delegation.

"So, regarding the delegation, are there any candidates for my two generals?"

La Servier and Beda were sitting on the side near the fireplace. They looked at me with a little fear in their eyes. I guess it was probably because I was sitting by the window, lying on the sofa, and the dark sky reflected my body, making me look a bit decadent and gloomy, just like a fallen angel.

"Yes... on this point, we have already made a list, but the situation seems to be more complicated than we thought." Lasevier said.

"how do I say this?"

"It's like this, Lady Lipatia, although His Majesty has never implemented an anti-succubus policy, but in view of our relationship with Rust, both the army and the government have actually begun to alienate us intentionally or unintentionally. It is really not easy to recruit a completely trustworthy succubus delegation under such circumstances."

Beda's explanation didn't let me see the seriousness of the problem, so I continued to ask: "Although that's the case, I think there are still many succubi in the Demon King's army, and those officers are also full of succubus. Could it be that they can't even make up a delegation?"

"It's not like that, Lipatia-sama, we just want...to form a convincing delegation." Lasevier lowered his head and said while looking at the ground.

"Persuasion?"

"We feel that since it is the delegation sent by Dipalona, ​​it is impossible to be composed of mobs anyway. Regarding the issue of the Sea Monster Triangle, we have reason to believe that Dipalona is really paying attention to it. If this is the case, the delegation we send must not only be acceptable in appearance, but also the internal nature of the delegation members."

"Won't there be training before the delegation leaves?"

"Yes, but we don't have much time. Some decisive things cannot be trained in a short period of time."

Lasevier and Beda didn't seem to be disappointed, because this kind of trivial matter can't affect the whole plan. Lasevier and Beda are just worried, because to be more specific, if the success or failure of this time depends on the performance of the actors, we really need a candidate with considerable acting skills.

Dipalona is also a guy who loves vanity, but unlike Goloy, Dipalona's vanity is more often demonstrated through strength, and her words often appear very humble. In this case, I believe that the delegation of Last should be the same.

Although the succubi in the Demon King's army are all succubus, it doesn't mean that they are very proficient in the etiquette of the upper class in Rust. What they say is actually Lucifer of Praed culture style.

Perhaps this is what the two generals are worried about.

"General Beda looks very charming. When I saw you for the first time, your alluring appearance really made me think that you are also a succubus, but compared with succubus, General Beda is less indulgent and casual." I looked at Beda and said jokingly.

"You, you're joking..." Beda's cheeks blushed unnaturally, and she turned her head aside after showing her sharp canine teeth.

I breathed out, looked at the two generals and said, "Do you want a candidate? In fact, I have a candidate in my hand."

"Do you have a candidate?" La Servillier looked at me and blinked. Did she really forget.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Lasevier and Beda turned their heads away at the same time, and I also looked at the door and said: "Our candidate is here... come in."

As the words fell to the ground, the door was pushed open, and Finisely walked in pushing the dining car, stood at the door with a corner of her skirt and politely saluted La Servier and Beda.

Lasevier and Beda stared at Finicely, and my eyes were also completely focused on her. The blue eyes of Finiseli rolled a few times, and asked with some doubts: " Miss... Your Excellency General, may I ask... what happened?"

Chapter 229. Meeting the General's Needs (Lipatia)

When Phineselli was performing her duties as a maid, when she elegantly and skillfully brought the refreshments from the dining car to La Sevier and Betta, I think this was probably the first time that Phineselli suffered such unrestrained and wanton gazes from two same-sex generals, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Although she was born in the succubus family, Finiseli may have already abandoned the succubus way of life. Ever since she was sent to Pride, Finiseli was just living as a simple maid. Golo Yi didn't mean to force her in any way, even if she was a bit withdrawn and indifferent, she still chose to let her make her own choice.

I also think this is one of the rare advantages of Goloi. For females, especially for succubi, it is exactly the opposite of her sister Agadina, and sometimes her generosity is unimaginable.

Now the only thing that can be praised as a succubus is the seductive appearance and slender figure that originated from the blood.

After serving the two generals, Finiseli came to my side at the maximum speed and pace that politeness could tolerate. At that moment, there was a hint of disgust on her face, Finiseli Li is afraid that it has been a long time since she has been stared at like this. Speaking of which, she seems to have been deliberately hiding her beauty all the time, probably because she doesn't like others to use her identity as a "succubus" to judge her.

After Finiseli brought the tea to the small table beside me, she bowed and was about to leave when I grabbed her wrist.

"Wait a minute, Finicely, I have something to tell you."

Finiseli, who was caught suddenly, didn't show any panic, she naturally came back to her senses and looked at me calmly.

"Miss, what do you want?"

Hearing Finicely address me like this, I always feel very kind. I haven’t had much contact with her recently. Compared with staying with Finicely when I first came to hell, I have seen the fusion of hell. Sometimes I miss it, not only the days in heaven, but also the time when I first came to hell.

Because at that time I could understand more clearly what kind of angel I was living in hell.

After Finicely got close to me, I held Finicely's petite white hand with both hands, and while stroking it, I said to La Serviere and Beda: "What do you think, can this personal maid of mine meet your needs?"

Finisely's wrist trembled, and I looked up at her, only to find that Finiseli's gaze was a bit unnatural, although it could not be called livid, but it was almost the same, in order to abide by my insistence as a maid With dignity, Finiseli did not reveal this stiffness to me too much, so she turned her head away bit by bit.

"Miss...do you want me...to meet the needs of the two generals..."

"Huh? Ah, almost, there is something about it."

Finiseli exhaled tremblingly, then swallowed.

"Is that so... No wonder the eyes of the generals are like that, and it really reminded me of some... things in the past."

I didn't understand what Finiseli meant. When she said that she recalled something from the past, did she mean that she had done such a task before?But I haven't told her more specific content yet, why did she suddenly put on an appearance of determined death?

La Servier suddenly laughed, covering his mouth with one hand, as if he couldn't hold back his laughter after trying hard.

"Miss Lipatia...you really scared Finicely." Lasevier said with a smile.

"Did you scare Finicely? What did I do?" La Serviere's words made me frown even more, and I stared at Finicely wonderingly.

"It was this kind of time that made me realize that Lady Lipatia's essence has not changed."

"That's a compliment to me, thank you."

La Servier sighed, turned to Finicely and said, "Finecelle, Lady Lipatia didn't mean that, and we didn't mean that to you..."

When La Servier said "We don't mean that to you", a gloomy disgust suddenly passed over Finicely's stiff face without stopping for a moment.

"Then, Miss and the two generals, what do I need to do?"

"I need you to be Rust's envoy." Lasevier cut straight to the point.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand."

After I let go of Finicely's hand, she turned around and faced La Servier, folded her hands politely in front of her body, and stood upright, showing a kind of strictness that was different from but not inferior to soldiers.

"It's actually not too complicated to talk about, so please ask Lady Lipatia to help explain it, so maybe Finiseli can accept it better..."

Just as La Servier asked, I selectively ignored some of the last minute details, and told Finicely the general situation, but during the listening process, there was no slight change in the expression of Finecelle. I think this kind of thing has happened before, making me wonder if she is really listening to me?

"This is probably the case, Finicely, so we need your help."