"Are you crazy! That guy is a butcher! ”

"Even by the standards of Chaos Purgatory, it's absolutely insane enough!"

"Blood Crow, your idea is terrible!"

"Don't you see the pile of corpses half the height of the walls next to the gates of hell?"

Blood Crow's suggestion caused the dark gold demons to explode in an instant, and they whispered their doubts in a panicked but cautious voice, as if they were afraid of being heard by the "crazy butcher" in their mouth.

In fact, it's no wonder that even the blood crow himself who mentioned this suggestion couldn't help but be frightened just now.

The guy who can make it fearful as a half-necromantic just by mentioning its existence, except for the three demon gods in the entire hell, is the only one left.

And even if the Three Demon Gods want to kill a certain subordinate, they will at least find a high-sounding reason, even if it is to make one.

But this one... There was never any reason to wield a knife.

Its slaughter is as easy as slashing through the air with a sword, not even with the slightest hint of fireworks......

There are even times when this guy will attack his master, Diablo, the Lord of Fear, without warning, and although the result is that he is beaten and thrown out of the Hall of Dread, Diablo never really kills him.

The reason for this is that it's crazy enough.

You know, Diablo is the source of terror, and terror breeds despair, and despair breeds madness.

This guy who represents "despair" is essentially Diablo's other extreme existence derived from the source of his own power.

It definitely has the power to challenge any demon lord of Chaos Purgatory.

Because of its extreme madness and great power, no one in the entire Chaos Purgatory wants to approach it.

Therefore, the proposal of the Blood Crow was resisted and questioned by all the other Dark Gold Demons.

And the Blood Crow itself knows this, it has long been ready to be questioned, but if they want to continue to live, this may be their only chance.

So it didn't give up, but continued to speak with an expressionless face: "You are afraid of it, it is nothing more than fear of death, but when the enemy army outside the city attacks the city, we will also be dead."

Since early death and late death are all deaths, why are you not willing to survive in death and find a solution to another dead end from one dead end? ”

Blood Crow's calm voice slowly landed, and the demon leaders in the command room fell silent again.

Its words are very straightforward and clear, but although dying early and dying late is the same death, no one will choose to be the one who "dies early".

After all, ants are still stealing life, let alone these long-lived dark gold demons?

The longer you live, the more you fear death, and the same applies to demons.

The few Evil Pact Practitioners in the corner seemed to stir up for a moment, but quickly calmed down again.

Overseer Shank glanced around, and all the Darkgold demons staring at him bowed their heads, clearly not wanting to be the first bird.

"Has anyone dismissed the suggestion of the Blood Crow?"

There was silence in the command room, and all the Darkgold Boss Demons looked at the floor with their heads bowed as if they were expressing a moment of silence to someone.

The rumbling sound of cannon roar outside and the "buzzing" of the Blood Demon Barrier made the atmosphere even more mysterious, and all the Dark Gold Demons began to make their own little calculations in their hearts.

"Who's there... Are you willing to take the initiative to ask Ying to complete this task? ”

Shank spoke again, his face calm, his dim eyes shining with a cold glow, as if he had already guessed the end of something.

Sure enough, there was a deathly silence in the entire hall, and all the dark gold demons and evil covenanters below seemed to have instantly turned into stone sculptures, standing there motionless.

Even the blood crow who made the suggestion closed his mouth and silently shrank back.

There is no "spirit of sacrifice" in Chaos Purgatory, and the practice of sacrificing the ego to fulfill the ego can only be called "stupidity" there.

Shank sighed, and for the first time began to hate the damn rules of purgatory.

In the past, in the face of this kind of near-death mission, it was basically forcibly assigned by the Demon God Demon King or a stronger commander.

There is absolutely no demon who will be "stupid" and voluntarily exert any "dedication".

But now, although it is nominally the defense commander of the Purgatory Fortress, its strength and prestige are not enough to command other Dark Gold Demons to complete such missions.

If the apportionment is forced as in the past, it will definitely cause a mutiny.

So in the face of this situation, Shank had no choice but to shake his ugly head and prepare to skim over this proposal, thinking of other coping decisions.

Just when all the demons in the command room didn't know how to continue this combat meeting, one of the legendary cultivators who had been cowering in the corner of the command room suddenly stood up.

He lifted the hood over his head, revealing a large bald head covered with mysterious carvings, looked up at Shanke and said, "My lord, let me try it." ”

The Legendary Evil Pact's unexpected statement caused an uproar among the demons in the command room, and they all turned their heads to look at this guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, wanting to see which idiot thought he had lived enough to dare to take on such a mission that was almost lifeless.

Shanke also took a serious look at the face of the evil pact with some surprise, and it was not until it saw the conspicuous line between his eyebrows that it showed a look of sudden realization on its face.

"You're from House Spencer?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

“... I see, do you want to help your family regain its place in hell? ”

"......" The bald man was silent for a moment, and did not open his mouth to answer.

"But this is not the realm of the Hate King, and it won't see your efforts."

"The Lord of Hate has abandoned my family, and it won't welcome us anymore......"

“... I understand. A hideous and ugly smile appeared on Shank's face, and he nodded and continued to him, "Since this is your own request, then I will grant you." ”

"Go ahead, if you succeed, the rest of your colleagues here will speak for your family in front of the other two Demon Gods......

With that, Shank glanced around the command room with a threatening look.

Although its prestige and power are not enough to force other dark gold demons to complete high-risk missions, it is believed that other guys should still be willing to sell their favors to it for this kind of thing.

Shank's glance weighed on the other demons, and they acceded to the Spencer family's plea, promising to help him and his family get to their master if they were able to return to purgatory.

"Well, then, I go, Excellencies, and remember your promise."

The bald man nodded, glanced meaningfully at the other Legendary Cultivators behind him, and then opened the door without looking back and walked out.

After he left, there was silence again in the command room.

The group of Legendary Cultivators nestled in the corner hung their heads, their eyes flickering, not knowing what they were thinking......