"Do you want to live?" Muria gasped, looking at the Deep Hell Purgatory who was lying on the ground, as he said, this devil who had evolved to the highest rank was really seriously injured, and most of his strength could not be used.

"Yes. The Deep Hell Purgatory's eyes twinkled when he saw the eight storm giants around him with weapons pointed at him, but after hearing Muria's words, he did not hesitate to say his answer.

"Then, sign your devil's favorite contract with me!" Muriya smiled as she looked at the abyssal-looking abyss alchemist. Let a devil of the highest rank be his own slave, and it is comfortable to think about it.

"What contract do you want to sign?" Hellpurgatory's eyes lit up when he heard the word contract, and he looked at the young Titan who had brought down him with a group of giants in a group fight.

"A servile contract, of course. ”

"No way. Hearing the slave contract, the alchemist subconsciously refused, how many tribulations he went through to evolve from a lowly inferior demon to a high-ranking deep hell purgatory, and in the end, a gold-level Titan actually asked him to be a slave.

"Oh!" Muria heard the Hellpurgator refuse, turned and walked a few steps, picking up a spear from the ground that had been badly wounded by the Storm Giants from his battle with the Hellpurgatory.

"What did you just say?" Muriyah was holding her spear, her flickering tip staring at the head of the Hellpurgatory, "Excuse me again, I didn't hear you clearly. ”

"Exalted Titan. The Deep Hell Purgatory felt a chill in his eyebrows, and instantly froze, his tone extremely humble, "I am willing to sign a contract with you, and it is my honor to be your slave. ”

"Hurry up and draw up a contract, and talk less nonsense. ”

"Yes. The Hellpurgatory struggled to his feet, and then, under the gaze of Muria and the eight Storm Giants, he took out a large piece of parchment, and on the dark yellow paper, lines after lines of ominous devilish scripts appeared.

"Hehe, what do you think of me?" Looking at the contract handed over by the Hellpurgatory, Muria glanced at it, but didn't even look at the contents, and the spear in his hand shook and stabbed directly into his chest. Golden thunder poured down the spear into his body, causing the Hellpuritor to roar in pain.

"Your Highness, is there a problem with this contract?" Terrence, who was still bleeding, looked at Muria with some curiosity.

"Terrence, if you have the opportunity to deal with the devil in the future, remember one thing, if the devil gives you some good-looking lace on the contract paper, don't think about anything else, just cut it. ”

Muria sneered at the contract handed to him by the Abyss Demon Refining, and on this leather scroll, there were some beautiful-looking black patterns on the edges: "This pattern is actually a kind of writing, which is a habitual method of the devil. Once this kind of contract is signed, it is basically over. ”

"Be honest with me. Don't play tricks on me anymore, there is a limit to my patience. Muria pulled out the spear that pierced the demon's body, and skillfully shook a spear flower, shaking off all the dirty blood on the blade.

"I'm going to rephrase it. The Hellpurgatory snorted, covered the translucent wound on his chest, smiled flatteringly at Muria, quickly redrafted the contract, and then gave it to Muria for a look.

"Are you kidding? The witness to the contract is Asmodeus. Muria glanced at the contract, and without hesitation, stabbed the spear in his hand again, "Poof!" pierced the muzzle of the newly healed gun on the demon's body.

Is it a special defiance of a devil's IQ to let the most powerful devil witness an unequal contract with a Titan?

"Change it to the Styx Pact for me. Muria scolded, "This is your last chance, if you dare to play your devil's usual routine, I will kill you." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll change. "The Deep Hell Purgator's body twitched in pain, although this penetrating wound was only a minor injury for it, and it could recover in minutes and seconds, but it was very painful.

"Simple, clear, no nonsense. Muria pulled out her blood-stained spear and pressed it against the alchemist's neck, "Dare to play with words, and I will kill you anyway." ”

"Don't dare. The Deep Hell Purgatory watched the black and red hot demon blood drip on the blade of the spear on him, and was a little suspicious of the demon life.

He had just fought with a Balor Flame Demon a while ago, turning himself into a half-crippled, and just now he felt the sacrificial call from the material world, and he thought that the devil believers were calling him to go to the material world to make trouble.

So, he responded to the call very obediently, thinking of the material world to get a wave of delicious human souls and recover from his injuries, but where did he think that it was actually a young Titan with a group of giants calling him, and he was beaten without saying a word.

Moreover, this young Titan also used his life to coerce him to sign a slave contract, he originally wanted to do something in the contract, but he didn't expect this young Titan to know so many routines about the devil's contract. didn't say anything, and stabbed himself twice.

"Please take a look. Under the persecution of death, the Deep Hell Purgatory grimaced and rewrote a Styx contract, and this time he did not dare to do anything again.

"It's too simple, just be my slave and it's over? ”

"How long?" said the Hellpurgatory looked at Muria wistfully. Many demons often make contracts with humans to become their slaves voluntarily at the cost of their souls, and this contract usually ends with the aging and death of human beings. Exchanging decades for a human soul is a good deal in the eyes of many low-level devils.

But the one who wants to sign a slave contract with him now is a Titan, this is a well-known immortal species, and the Abyss Alchemist feels that if he really wants to fight for life, he will definitely die first.

"What kind of dreams are you thinking?" Muria looked at the deep hell purgatory who was still fantasizing about something in amazement, "Of course, you can live as long as you want, and you will be a slave for me for as long as you live, until the end of your life." ”

"Hasn't this been too long?" said the Abyss Alchemist with some embarrassment, he looked at Muria with a pleading expression.

"Don't want to?"

"Yes!" the Hellpurgatory Chick nodded as he pecked rice, as the eight Storm Giants next to him had already raised their weapons, and if they didn't agree, they would be killed on the spot.

"That's what it sounds like. Muria looked at the devil contract drawn up for the third time in his hand, and the Deep Hell Purgatory had already signed his real name on it, "Your name is too long, for convenience, let's call you Miles in the future!"

In an unquestioning tone, Muria chose one of the true names of this Hell Purgatory as his future name, and then Muria signed his real name on the contract.

Then, the parchment is formed and the parchment dissolves into specks of light and melts into the unknowable.

At this moment, Muria sensed a vast black river that ran through the endless lower plane, but in just a moment, this feeling disappeared, but the endless power contained in that black river shocked Muria.

"Master!" The moment the contract was established, Miles felt a shackle on his soul, and life and death and freedom were no longer up to him, so he respectfully knelt down to the existence holding the other end of the shackle.

"Hmm!" Murria looked at the Deep Hell Purgatory who was kneeling on the ground, and a huge sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

"Let all the giants from outside come in and heal these badly wounded warriors. "Muria ordered that in order to subdue this deep hell purgatory, seven of the fifteen soul-level storm giants were seriously injured, and the remaining eight were also injured, only Muria was better, but he was just out of strength.

When the giants and demons outside the martial arts arena re-entered, they looked at the martial arts arena as if the entire ground had been plowed with a shocked face, and what shocked them even more was the high-ranking devil who was prostrate at Muria's feet and exuded an ominous aura.

"Is that what you call evil?" Muria stomped on the head of Hellpurifier Miles, smiling at the two Storm Giants who had admonished him before.

The two storm giants looked at the Deep Hell Purgatory with shocked expressions, even if they were trampled on top of their heads by Muria, and all kinds of tastes came to their hearts. Without saying a word, he fell to his knees, and the facts speak for themselves.

......

High on the throne, Muria looked down at a group of succubias who had turned their legs into slender legs, dancing to make the males' blood pump.

"Yes, Miles, I didn't think you knew how to dance. Muria looked at a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes beside the throne.

"I've been served by a hedonistic mage before, so I know a thing or two about dance, music, and everything. According to Muria's request, the big devil Miles, who turned into a human form and wore a butler's uniform, stroked his chest and said very respectfully.

"Hmm, how did I ask you to summon a group of lust demons and teach them to dance?"

"A hundred Lust Demons have been summoned, my master. It's training, and it won't be long before you're ready for a feast for the eyes. Miles reported to Muria with a big smile.

His current owner, Muria, is so fond of visual and auditory pleasures. But it just so happens that the devil is best at seducing and enjoying all kinds of senses, and they are experts at it.

......

In the midst of the Crystal Castle. The girl-like Golden Dragon Lady sat on the metal throne made of a mixture of legendary metals, frowning and looking at the shadow wall in front of her, her face full of displeasure.

The picture on the wall is the scene of Muria drinking and having fun, listening to the sound of the succubus, and watching the succubus dance.

"Little Muria, do you really think you're invincible at the same level? There are a lot of monsters in Erathia. Beatrice let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Ansor, take good care of our little Muria. He was now a third-order gold, and it was time for him to pass. The beautiful blonde girl looked up and looked at the heroic young man with black hair and golden eyes beside her. "Let Muria get to know the little ones in your land. ”

"Hmm!" the human-shaped Titan frowned at the picture on the shadow wall, and replied in a low voice.

"Tear up!" the space was torn apart by Ansor's hand like a piece of tissue paper, and he stepped into the crack in the space, "I'll arrange it now!"

"Hmph!" Atris, the golden dragon lady, looked at the spatial rift that had healed, and then looked at Muria who was enjoying herself in the shadow wall, and whispered, "Little Muria, now is not the time to indulge. I'm about to meet your future playmates, and I'm looking forward to your performance, and I hope you don't disappoint me too much, your bloodline is better than those guys, but it's only strong, not weak. ”