I don't know how long it has been, a hazy black mist gradually swirls around Kadir's side, and like some kind of living thing, it constantly twists and wriggles, and then little by little penetrates into the fresh corpse, as if sucking blood, slowly melting into the blood.

Syllable!

Red flames burned abruptly in the walls, illuminating the dimly lit chambers, withering and rotting corpses piled up in the corners, and dried blood was everywhere.

One of the most striking is the crimson black statue that stands in the center of the chamber with the appearance of a Gothic gargoyle, which looks strange and ugly to the human eye.

Gazing deeply at the red black statue, Kadir casually threw out the corpse dragged in his hand, the scarlet life energy exploded, and the already broken corpse instantly bàozhà, blood like a rain curtain sprinkled all over the secret room.

Crash!

In an instant, red lines surged up on the dusty ground, and the red blood paths covered the ground like chaotic brushstrokes depicted by a red paintbrush, and a strong sense of evil filled the air, vaguely singing the epic hymn of inexplicable words.

"You're here again, little one, what do you want in exchange for this time?" A calm, indifferent voice echoed through the bloody chamber.

Hearing the sound, Kadir locked onto the pile of withered and rotting corpses in the corner of the wall, and a trembling figure slowly stood up, and the four chains as thick as arms behind him trembled, firmly locking the figure that stood up, and the sharp lock pierced the limbs, glowing with steel.

"Well, let me think about it, you've been here twice in the month, and this time, it's the third time, huh? Looks like something happened to you? ”

A gloomy look appeared on his face, and Kadir strode to the corner, his gaze falling on the old man in black robes, the folds of the skin that had been dragged off made the scalp tingle, and the red spots were like some kind of rune engraved on the surface of the skin.

Boom!

Scarlet energy wrapped around his right hand, Kadir lifted the black-robed old man with one hand, stared at those chaotic eyes and said, "The contract you once said can really obtain eternal power?" ”

"Contract?"

The black-robed old man shrugged his head, and after hearing the contract, he cheered up slightly, a faint black mist filled his chaotic eyes, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Haven't you felt it? Equal trading, how much power you give, you can get. ”

"The contract is just to add some binding terms on top of this, so as to give the parties to the contract a truly fair deal."

"Binding, are you sure?" Kadir finally wondered if he was so careful, for there are too many warnings about the devil and demons in countless historical records.

But the previous gains have made him obsessed with 'fair' deals, eager for strong power, eager to prove himself.

"Of course, Master Kadir, you have to believe me, for the sake of saving my life, I am helping you without reservation." The black-robed old man broke free of Kadir's hand, took a few low breaths, and bowed down.

"The devil is the most contractual, and you will always be rewarded for what you give."

Emotions of struggle, confusion, and hatred alternated on Kadir's hideous face, and he spread his hands weakly and turned his head to look at the center of the red circle, the cold and ruthless crimson statue, its outstretched crimson wings as if vibrating slightly.

In the hazy environment, Kadir vaguely saw his majestic father step out of the high seat, and saw his graceful and noble mother smiling softly, and he {she} was looking at him with expectant eyes, expecting the Perris family to create another glory in his hands.

Then a cowering figure slowly stepped out of the darkness, the black mist receding, revealing the face of 'Modrian', and a look of mockery appeared on that disgusting face, silently defiing him.

Ahem! Ahem!

Sticky black blood flowed down the palm of his hand on his weak arm, and the black-robed old man suppressed his voice, a faint smile permeating his terrifying face.

It's also ridiculous to say, as a devil bloodline who signed a contract, a devil priest with the strength of a magician, if it wasn't for Agnes who encountered the Temple of Power, how could he fall into such a situation, imprisoned here by the son of a viscount, and even offer the power of the devil. {Agnes Rodney, one of the eight cardinals of the Temple of Power.} }

"But, soon! Believers in the shadows, our companions, follow the glory of the Lord together! ”

There are many similarities between devil believers and demon believers, both of whom sacrifice their souls or flesh to please certain powerful beings in the abyssal layers, so as to gain the ability to summon demons and demons to fight for themselves.

Perhaps compared to higher-level professionals, they are not strong in themselves, and even because they have been eroded by the abyss or hell aura for a long time, they have negative states such as mutation, deformity, and weakness, but they are far stronger than low-level professionals.

However, compared to the Demon Red Fruit's conspiracy, the style of killing without a word, analogous to the Ice Dwarf clan in Lakstak Fortress, was destroyed because of the Demon Lord's Soul Controller, Stewart.

The devils in the abyss prefer to use contracts to lure mortals into depour, and for mortals, these contracts seem to bring them some security, well, mostly from psychological comfort.

But the reality is the opposite, the cunning devil can find out from the contract, or simply create countless loopholes, until in the end the believer swallows not even the dregs.

Ironically, these two methods that are not even cultivation methods, and will also cost their souls, are the most helpless and effective ways for countless mortals to take revenge when they are cornered or forced into a desperate situation.

Even the majority of low-level professionals are inevitably succumbed to it, and only a few strong-willed ascetics are immune to the temptations of the devil and demons.

And judging from the original reasons, this measure in the name of revenge actually has a certain justice, yes, justice, everyone will always encounter unfair treatment.

"Shadow Face Scripps?"

Kadir woke up from a trance, a faint black mist wrapped around the corners of his eyes, like an eyeshadow that had not dissipated for a long time, and froze on the surface of his skin.

He stared at the strange and ugly crimson black statue standing in the center of the circle, and remembered all the things that had happened recently, and the restless yùwàng filled his soul, setting off a stormy wave.

"I need a white paper of the devil to sign the pact you desire!"

Looking down at the black-robed old man who was half-bowed, Kadir said coldly, he already knew what the other party was thinking, this was an upright conspiracy, and there was no way to resist.

The changes in Perris's castle, the pressure from the northern lands of the kingdom, and the radical changes he sought would haunt him in his sleep at night, so oppressive that he could not breathe.

"Devil believers, as long as it can change the situation I am in, I don't mind giving everything I have, including my soul."