The Demon King roared, and his form began to change. Two sharp horns protruded from his back, piercing the fur and growing two long, thick white bones. The white bones are stuck in the back of the brown bear, spreading horizontally and reaching tens of meters long. Immediately after that, the white bones quickly split into thorn-like branches, and black blood "gooed" out of the branches, and pieces of flesh membranes spread out where the black blood flowed. A moment later, two huge black fleshy wings appeared on the back of Bowser Toiffel.

The Hell King flapped his wings, his body suspended in the wind. He turned his head, the front of the bear's head was elongated, two short spiral horns protruded from the forehead of his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes grew back dozens of centimeters, and his eyes moved to the sides. He yawned, his forehead almost 180 degrees, his teeth sharpened and thickened, and a relatively slender fiery red tongue grew. The tip of the tongue flew apart, like a small steel fork.

The fur of the brown bear's whole body gradually changed to black scales, and the body became larger and longer again, no longer clumsy and fat, but appeared slender and vigorous. A tail extends from the hips until it grows almost as long as the body. His limbs were lean, muscular, and strong, with five toes attached to curved claws.

The Demon King was transformed into a black dragon. The wind that was originally howling was now helpless for him. The black dragon puffed out its throat and spewed out a breath of intense flames. The flames rolled up in the wind, enveloping the black dragon's body, and a raging ball of fire appeared in the air.

The black dragon screamed in the sky and rushed downward. He fell like a meteor from the sky and slammed into the wall at the end of the hallway.

The world trembled, the dazzling light pierced the infinite darkness, and the corridor of memories instantly disappeared.

The black dragon broke through all obstacles and came to a huge palace. He was shocked to find an ugly monster of his own size crawling in front of him. Most of the monster's body was shrouded in the shadows of the depths of the palace. Its naked body was covered with large and small eyeballs, which turned from time to time and flashed with a restless gaze.

The black dragon puffed out a puff of smoke from its nostrils larger than a dinner plate. He folded his wings and sat on the ground, his front paws crossed over his chest.

"Is this what you are now? The stupid female mage, a low-level bull-eyed demon, tossed you into such virtues. What qualifications do you have to fight against me? Ridiculous!"

The monster was disheveled, and raised its head when it heard the words of the black dragon. Her face looked exactly like Catherine's, but it was covered with small white eyeballs. Her eyes were a little glazed, as if she couldn't understand what the black dragon was saying. She looked at the black dragon boredly, half-closed her eyes and yawned, as if ready to continue dozing. However, the eyeballs on her face rolled together, staring at the black dragon motionless.

"Could it be that it has been devoured by the bull's-eye demon?" the black dragon blinked, "obviously there was reason just now. ”

As if in response to the black dragon's self-talk, the monster like Catherine reached out and scratched her cheek, and her two eyeballs were picked off by her hand, and she threw them into her mouth and chewed them deliciously. Look at it, it's like a snack.

The black dragon opened his mouth slightly and took a breath. He slowly took two steps back, putting some distance between him and the monster.

"Your Majesty, are you afraid?" the monster suddenly pulled a slender golden chain from its messy hair, and it looked like it was tied around the monster's neck.

The monster shook its head reluctantly and propped itself up from the ground. Bossey Toiffel could now be sure that what was in front of him was not a monster at all, but a giantess lying on the ground. She was much larger than the black dragon, but her hands and feet were curled up under her because she was prostrate on the ground just now.

The giantess landed on her hands and feet and walked on all fours like an animal. She took two steps forward, leaning out of the shadows. The black dragon saw a large, wide throne on her back. The throne seemed to grow out of the giantess's back, and most of the chassis was deeply embedded in her flesh.

As the giantess breathed, the throne rose and fell slightly rhythmically. Its color turns bright red with this breath and then slowly fades. It seems that the giantess is using her own blood to feed a parasite.

The black dragon took two steps back again, and the slowly creeping giantess put a lot of pressure on the king of hell. Before entering Catherine's Soul Castle, the Supreme of the Devils never imagined that in addition to those gods and a few special races, there were also existences in this world that could compete with the devils at the soul level.

But the female mage broke Bossetoiffel's psychological bottom line again and again. There was hesitation and fear in his heart now, but the Hell King would never admit it.

The black dragon puffed out his throat and spat out a huge breath of dragon breath with all his strength. Unfortunately, the scorching flames could not raise the temperature of this palace entrenched in darkness.

The giantess opened her mouth lazily and sucked all the dragon's breath into her stomach with a "whoosh". She smacked her lips and licked her lips with her blood-red tongue. Her whole body looked at the black dragon with her eyes, like a little mouse hiding in the barn for a winter, and finally saw a piece of fresh cheese.

The Demon King shuddered, subconsciously trying to avoid those gazes. He spread the fleshy wings behind him, flapped them a few times, and rose into the air. Now His Majesty the Demon King can look at the throne on the giantess's back.

There sat an expressionless lady with a crown on her head. In the center of the crown is a miserable white eyeball. The lady sat upright on the throne, holding two golden chains in her hands. One chain stretched downwards into the giantess's messy hair, while the other went upwards into the dark dome of the palace.

"You've surprised me, mage. The black dragon said in a majestic voice as far as he could in the air, "Your little trap is very good, it turns out that you have not lost consciousness at all. But do you think that by tricking me into the castle of your soul, you will be able to compete with the king of the great devils, the only lord of hell, the supreme ruler of hell, Bosetto Ifel?"

"Enough, Your Majesty Bossertto Ifer. Although I doubt that you are still a Majesty, I give you the respect you deserve. The words spat out by the lady in the throne echoed throughout the palace, "I never wanted to be your enemy, but you tried again and again to use tricks to force me to a corner. Just like now, where there is a so-called trap, you are the one who sneaks into my world on your own initiative. Don't say that the great king of hell is here for sightseeing, don't say that the supreme among the powerful devils has no plans, you show off your power all the way, just want to become the master here. So I'm sorry to have to show my politeness by telling you how an inhospitable host would entertain an uninvited guest. ”

After the lady finished speaking, she pulled a gold chain in her hand. In the dark dome, there was an immediate "boom" sound, as if the palace was collapsing.

As soon as the black dragon heard the sound, he fell backwards on his back in mid-air, as if he had flipped upside down. This is the fastest way for His Majesty the Demon King to make a U-turn. With a speed he had never seen before, he rushed in the opposite direction of the throne.

"Dong" the black dragon crashed into a bouncy, tall, large wall. He was bounced back cleanly, even faster than he could rush through.

It took two laps in the air for Bowseto to steady. He shook his dazed head a few times, blinked twice, and finally merged the ghosts in his pupils into a complete image.

In fact, at the moment when he hit that wall, His Majesty the Demon King had already vaguely guessed what he was facing. Looking at the super eyeball king in front of him, who was almost bigger than the giantess, Boseto Ifil actually sighed bitterly in his heart.

It's an embarrassing irony.

From petite roast rabbits, to big brown bears, to slender black dragons. The Hell King has repeatedly changed his body in order to rely on his powerful power to subdue the unwilling female mage. But in the end, in the palace of the soul castle in the hinterland of the other party, he was surrounded by two monsters that were even bigger than himself.

In the spirit world, each soul is the master of its own world, the creator who controls everything. Anything that appears in a memory can be created and transformed.

And especially powerful souls, even after entering the soul world of others, still have a certain degree of free ability to change forms. Of course, no matter how powerful it is, there are limits.

Tough as Bosseto Iffel, if he hadn't read all of Catherine's memories, neither a brown bear nor a black dragon would have appeared in Catherine's soul world.

The King of Hell has realized that he has made a mistake that he should not have made - he was too underestimated. No matter how weak the opponent is, he has the ability to fight back. Ants can bite dragons, let alone the elite of a race that dominates the entire terrestrial world.

Originally, from the memory of the female mage, the demon king had obtained a lot of valuable information. Over the past thousands of years, young humans have given birth to batches of geniuses. They are amazingly talented, and they have established a huge theoretical system and research system in various fields. In a very short period of time, they have accumulated knowledge of other races and civilizations that would take tens of thousands of years or more to accumulate.

As a result, a weak race, in only three thousand years, pushed itself to the pinnacle of racial civilization. So in any case, they should not be opponents to be ignored.

But after sleeping in the seal for so many years, Bosetto Ifer's fighting instincts were a little dull. Advocating the strength of the individual devil, he looks down on a stupid female mage who is swayed by his cowardly character. If it weren't for the useless and meaningless feelings of the female mage, that low-level bull's-eyed demon should have eaten it in his stomach as soon as he got it.

Ace, Ace! It was for this weak waste that could be poked to death with one finger that he subconsciously refused to eat the bull's-eyed demon on the spot.

If it weren't for the fact that this stupid female mage, who occupies a tenth of the personality traits of the new soul after the fusion, how could the great master of hell be plunged into a senseless crisis?