Chapter 114: The King of Hell

"Nope. The sharp wail www.biquge.info soon disappeared into silence, followed by the collapse of the Great Sepulch, and the flames were extinguished at once, just as the passage between Hell and this place was broken at once.

Alaska closed his eyes, the divinity measured the world, and the light of wisdom penetrated the world and went straight to the hell space, the gods originally had such abilities, but according to the size of the priesthood, the ability was strong and weak.

The hell space is his base camp, don't forget that he is the enforcer of hell, and he can naturally go directly to hell through the gaze of the main material plane.

I saw a skeleton in a black robe wailing, his transcendent divine power (gluttony) entangled in him, and the skeleton man stumbled and stumbled, hurried out of the surface of hell.

The young boy breathed a sigh of relief, because of his duty and the special status of Hell, he could not let anyone conspire against Hell. Once hell is damaged, all demons are born....

But there are many bad things, well, it's not a bad thing. A majestic divine power suddenly appeared behind him, behind his line of sight to be exact. Alaska has a heart in his heart, he reflects hell through time and space, and there is no change in direction.

But now he could feel that someone was behind him, which showed that his transcendent situation had been knocked down, and the ubiquitous sight was discovered, and then compressed into an angle by someone.

There are many possibilities for who this exists. But considering the inexplicable respect in his heart, the corners of his mouth were bitter, as if it could only be that one.

"Why don't you look back at me, my little cub is so cute?! Shy? Alaska suddenly felt his back and buttocks being protected with his hands.

He was even more shocked in his heart, how could he turn into an entity here?

He wasn't worried that he would be bad for him, but if he was going to put some kind of ban on himself, it would be embarrassing.

He was thinking about it, but he felt breath in his ear, and then whispered, "You are called... Alaska or Alex? No matter what, no matter what, you're mine. ”

Alaska's heart shook and he shouted, "I'm not yours." He wanted to break free of his embrace, but at the moment he was like an ordinary child, unable to use his divine power, so he could only twist his body in vain.

Like a little leopard, it writhes its ass energetically in the arms of a mysterious being, and laughter rings out behind him.

"You're so much fun! No wonder that Mal guy talked to me about you with a strange look. Became a god at the age of five and came to hell at the age of ten to take office? "Alaska is behind the existence of a play taste.

"No, I'm just here to see why the Necronomion is on the surface of Hell, I don't mean anything else. You can't do this to me. It was close to pleading, and Alaska knew he wanted to stay without pressure.

Fortunately, that existence doesn't want to embarrass him.

"It's the same, you're now caught in a big maelstrom, this whirlpool is cautious even for me, and you can hold on to Plato's opponents, do you think it's still a small role? If we let you come back like this, how can we benefit from this game? ”

What do you mean? The little boy was confused in his heart, what was His Majesty the Devil talking about?

"Fool, the one of the Bloodlines has inherited the tyrannical existence of the God of Tyranny. Then again, your priesthood isn't bad, either! As the original sin and true nature, there is no need for you to be afraid of him. His Majesty the Devil laughed.

"...... what?"