It's not easy to kill the Deep Hell Purgatory, this is definitely not an empty word. Even if he was stabbed in the chest by the Pit Divine Sword, the Deep Hell Purgatory did not die immediately. As the top fighting machine among the Devils of Hell, its powerful vitality made the Deep Hell Purgatory immediately launch a counterattack.

Feige fights the Hellpurgatory in his Lust form, battling from the sky to the ground and back again, destroying everything he goes, including the Devil's henchmen brought by the Hellpurgatory. Immediately afterward, the Infernal Purgatory summons the necromancers from the corpses of its men, and the ghosts, banshees, and death knights besiege Feige. When the thunder came out of the hands of the Blazing Divine Servant Form, when the divine power carried in it destroyed the undead creatures with a devastating force, the Deep Hell Purgatory understood that it would never be able to defeat the monster in front of it in terms of means alone, compared to the ability to "play with flowers".

A monster, this is the highest rating that the Deep Purgatory gives to his opponent. After trying all kinds of spells and failing, the Hellpurgite chose the most modest of methods: hand-to-hand combat. Claw grabbing, wing strikes, devouring bites, tail sweeps. It was a brutal battle of flesh to flesh and blood to blood.

None of the Devils thought that the Demons of Lust could defeat the Hellpurgatory, but they all saw the Hellpurgator unable to win. They saw that the Lust's wings had been ripped off, its arms broken, and the Hellpuritude had its severed tail and half of its horns left. After a while, the Hellpurgatory no longer wanted others to watch the battle, and it teleported away with the Desire Demon.

Thus, the battlefield became this hell, from the sea of glaciers to the slopes of rolling stones, from the stinking swamps to the majestic devil's city. The Infernal Purgatory always had the upper hand, dealing much more damage than it could handle, but never being able to emerge victorious. Feige was wounded but did not die, and fought for two days and three nights in a row, finally bringing the Deep-Hell Purgator's recovery ability to the limit, leaving it without the ability to regenerate its wings or restore its broken, broken limbs.

The Hellpurgatory fell to the ground, his chest heaving, his body covered in dense and horrible wounds. It shot a scorching light from its eyes and struck Feige's face with nothing to do any damage. The Hellpurgical Demon has been confused, and it has forgotten the fact that its opponents are immune to fire.

Fei Qi won the game, and no one looked around, and this was the first time he had turned into a demon form. The Deep Hell Purgatory roared angrily, and his hoarse voice actually conveyed rich emotional changes such as grief and despair. It glanced at the Mind Demon, then closed its eyes, opened them and glared hard, but still asked in a puzzled tone, "Did I really fight, or did I think I fought one?"

"You really fought a fight, and I had a good time. Fei Qi looked down at the Hellpurgatory lying on the ground and said, "You have a choice now: do you want to die directly, or just be demoted? ”

"I choose to be downgraded!" said the Deep Hell Purgatory, "My wealth is stored in a space bag, which I can summon and give to you." Also, I can tell you anything. For example, I saw a little devil washing his face with Styx water by the River Styx, and it was he who told me where the Helllight Cannon was made, and the current situation where there are no devil defenses. Now it seems that that little devil must have been a trap set by you, right?"

"I neither admit nor deny your speculation. Feige waved his hand and asked the Hellpurgatory to hand over the money for his life. Of course, the Deep Hell Purgatory also tried to protect its interests in the form of a contract with Hell, but Feige's words made it give up resistance completely.

"It's not like you haven't tried to kill me with the Hell Pact, and it's clear that this attempt has failed. Don't waste time, I'm going to see if what you offer is enough to buy your life. ”

There are a large number of spirit coins in the space bag, which is simply overflowing, and there are no elemental gems, fate coins, and high-level spell items that can really maintain their value. The collapse of the Spirit Coin affected many Devils, and they gradually found that the number of soul-invokers quickly added up, and the work of directly using them to transform into demons became very simple and of higher quality. As the number of devils swelled too much, everyone began to diswant spirit coins with relatively simple functions. The spirit coins in his hand can't be exchanged for anything, so they can only be stored and become a heavy object that takes up space.

"So you're a poor ghost. Fei Qi looked at the bag of spirit coins and talked about theories that made no sense in the past, but the Deep Hell Purgatory could only sigh and agree. "You think that the Hell Light Cannon is something of real value, so you want to make yourself rich, which shows that you have a lot of brains. But think about it with your head, can these spirit coins that no one wants to accept now buy your life?"

"I see, you're going to kill me eventually. The Hellpurgatory let out a hoarse laugh, then choked on the blood rushing up his throat, becoming even more embarrassed. Feige gave it a backhand slap and sent the blood flying, before it said, "The era of Hell has changed, is the Mind Turning Demon going to take the place of the Deep Hell Purgatory?"

"It turns out that before he dies, the devil also cares about some kind of collective interest. Feige pressed his hand to the Deepernal Purgatory's neck, stuck his trachea, and remained in this position until the Hellpurgator was completely lifeless.

Devils don't need to eat, drink, sleep, but devils need to breathe, and they "live" because of it. Later, Feige cut off the head of the Hellpurator, dug out the heart, stored it in a space bag, and then found the nearest river Styx, completing the destruction of the corpse.

Standing by the River Styx, Feige naturally thought of the little devil Crowley. That little thing actually washed his face with the River Styx, thus washing away the soul-luring whispers he had inflicted on him. The River Styx has an uncontrollable amnesia property, and entering the River without protection is no different from committing suicide. Why did Crowley wash his face with Styx water? The Mind Turner's tempting whisper made it serve Feiqi's master with all his energy and ability, including not reducing his own strength, so it should be able to prevent any self-harm.

"I'm afraid it's been forced to touch the Styx water before. ”

Since Fitch had Crowley manage the ground portion of the fort, the imps had a chance to operate outside the fort. In the process, perhaps because of an accidental misstep, or being knocked down in a fight, or perhaps other demons using the water of the River Styx as a weapon, in short, Crowley does have the possibility of "inactively" touching the water of the River Styx. The River Styx always washes away its qualities, but it is always mental concepts such as emotions and memories that are lost first, and finally the physical properties represented by the body.

The ability to turn the mind and change emotions, memories, ways of thinking, and life goals in order to achieve the purpose of control, the Styx water should make some kind of flaw in this control - in other words, Crowley is beginning to be able to think about "his own interests". So, when it saw that its powerful master had become an inferior demon, and the entire fortress territory had no defensive ability at all, this "own interest" was fully amplified, and it also gave it the idea of going to the Styx River to wash its face again. This group of Hellpurgitarians and their subordinates may have known each other for a long time, or they met by chance, but they must have reached a deep cooperation agreement after using the Styx to wash away more mind control.

"Where are you, Crowley?" Feige watched as the body of the Hellernal Purgatory was completely melted away by the River Styx, and opened the portal to return to his own Hell territory.

Bombarded by fireballs and hit by meteor storms, it has become an obvious crater. The surrounding ruins collapsed, laid out like mudslides in large circular pits, and a small figure was working on the ruins. It struggled to lift the rubble, lifted it over its head, and then carried them out of the pit with great difficulty. However, as more and more rubble collapses and landfills, the clean-up of the little devils will never be completed.

Crowley is still back. Beneath its various superficial emotions that have been brainwashed by the Mind Turning Demon, there is also a deep sense of belonging to its own territory, after all, under the ruins, it is its former throne and soul stone that are buried. Feige landed in front of it, and the little devil stopped and looked up. From those glazed eyes, Feige could understand what had happened to Crowley.

It betrayed itself to the Hellpurator, but the Hellpurgator didn't care what the little devil wanted, and probably threw it into the Styx with his backhand. At present, Crowley's appearance has obviously lost most of his superficial memories. It doesn't recognize Feige, it doesn't kneel in obedience, and it doesn't feel fear. As it rushed with its fist raised, ready to defend its belonging to the land with his life, Feige grabbed it by the neck and lifted it up.

Killing this little devil is very simple, as soon as the thumb is pressed, its fragile neck will be crushed. Just moments ago, another Hellpurgatory had been strangled to death by Feige in a similar way. Compared to the Deep Hell Purgatory, Crowley's attacks with his claws and teeth could not even cut through the skin of the Mind Turning Demon. It doesn't have the ability of the Hell Rune Matrix to reverse the rank gap, so the outcome is obvious.

Feige took a minute to look at Crowley, then pressed his thumb and used the authority of the Helllord to lower the hand until it became a bad demon. Being demoted to an inferior demon is the greatest punishment for the devil, because unlike other degraded grades, the inferior demon completely starts over, and all previous memories, knowledge, and experiences will be lost. It can be said that there are thousands of kinds of devils, and there is only one kind of bad devil (Feige's semi-finished bad devil varieties are not counted). Crowley's muddy body slipped from the hands of the Concentration Demon and fell to the ground with a thud, and it immediately fell to its knees, expressing its incomparable awe of the High Devil with its trembling body.

Hell reteaches it the abilities it should have as a demon, but it also means the complete disappearance of the Fork in the Road Demon and Crowley. Feiqi opened the space bag, took out three spirit coins from it, and stuffed them into the inferior demon's body. Then, in its bewildered gaze, Feige teleported the Bad Demon to the first level of Hell, roughly where the Blood Dealers Bazaar was located.

Then, a larger teleportation tunnel opened, located at Feige's feet, leading to a nearby clearing. As a result, the ruins at the edge of the crater continued to collapse, roll down, and fall into the teleportation channel. Coupled with the fact that Feige used hellish spells to raise the edge of the crater to form a-like wall, the crater, which the little devil could never clean, quickly became clean.

"It betrayed you, but you didn't kill it, why. The old man appeared beside Feiqi. "Isn't betrayal the worst crime of all, why should you let that little devil live if you can kill the Deep Hell Purgatory without blinking?"

"Huh. Feige replied. With a wave of his arm, a glowing protective circle appeared at the bottom of the crater, and when it was unlocked in secret words, the gate to the lower level and the simple staircase of the ninth floor appeared. Feige's throne hall is underground, but not simply "under the ground", but "underground" isolated by space spells, and is a full thirty meters above the surface. The entrance and exit gates are projections of the spatial passages. A meteorstorm can only destroy the ground, like tearing through a curtain, but it can't hurt the projection. Feige looked at the depth of the crater, and felt a little glad in his heart. If you go down a little deeper than four meters or so, you will be able to touch the physical boundaries of the throne hall.

Fei Qi walked through the door, and the old man said, "Don't ignore my problem! Do you let it go out of pity, or are you too proud to think that it can no longer be a threat to you?"

"You're worried that I'm going to fail because of my egos. Fitch gets to the heart of the question and replies, "Neither mercy nor characters are unnecessary things in hell." I did this out of sheer respect for the facts: Styx had already killed it, and I couldn't and didn't need to kill it again. ”

"But killing it is much less laborious than letting it downgrade, giving it spirit coins, and teleporting it, so you still give something, far beyond reason and respect. ”

"No means are foolproof, including mind control of the Mind Twister. I thought I had complete control, but now it's proving to be a mistake. Feige suddenly talked about something else, completely ignoring whether the old man wanted to hear or not. "Where there is a soul, there is the possibility of change, even if it happens in an unexpected way like Styx. Because of this, the Demon King needs divine power—a rigid, unchangeable divine power—to ensure that the fact that the Bottomless Abyss has been in the Sea of Chaos will not change. ”

"Divine power does not equal rigidity," the old man responded, indicating that he did not understand Feige's subtext. Alas, Feige now understands that Asmodeirs needs divine powers to accomplish his plans, and not just any god can do it. Spell ability and spatial ability are not as important as "obeying fate and being rigid enough".

"Old man, I'm going to borrow some of your divine power, the kind that won't be repaid. Fei Qi suddenly said: "Although the Heart Turning Demon is an advanced form of the devil, the Deep Hell Purgatory is the top state. During this battle, I discovered that the Infernal Purgatory had the ability to make a wish to Hell, and that Hell Pact spell was completely different from the Pact Demon I remembered. ”

"You can use my divine power as you please, but I warn you, don't introduce it into your soul, you will not be able to bear it, and die a miserable death like the mage who once tried to seize the power of the goddess of magic. ”

"Hehe, don't worry. "Feige went to the Lord's Crystal Hall, where he began to set up the status increase ceremony for the Painted Leather Book. "This time I will give you a long insight, and let you see what only a very few devils know. ”

"I read the Painted Leather Book with you, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten. Feige said: "It's just that you have never put forward your own opinion on the Painted Leather Book, and I thought you never understood it." ”

"Hmph"