The oppressive sky, the whirlpool of purple-black clouds churned in the sky, the dark blue thunder flickered, the damp and decaying breath spread, and the howling wind carried this terrible sorrow across the grassless earth, making the rotten leaves that had already fallen to the ground hover and fly again.

This is the Demon Realm, the most feared place on the continent.

In the distance, the majestic Gothic building stands on top of a cliff, and the flickering thunder makes this ancient building even more mysterious and treacherous, and in the distance faintly the scream of a crow, a crow with red eyes flutters its wings and flies towards the palace.

The crow flew through the delicately patterned window, flew through the deserted corridor, circled for a week, and landed on a man's hand.

A very handsome man, he wore a trench coat woven of raven feathers, and his long black hair was scattered behind his back. He had delicate features, a gentle but resolute appearance, and the crow settled on his arm, gently blasting into a cloud of black mist and turning into a black feather.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and he seemed to know something.

"There's news." He muttered to himself, his voice low and magnetic, "I must report it to the Demon King immediately." ”

Walking briskly through the corridor, he walked through the corridor and turned a corner into a passage where various statues were erected on both sides of the passage, some men and women, some with cruel and playful eyes, some arrogant and greedy. These statues are the demon kings of the past dynasties, although they have different temperaments, they are all majestic and domineering.

Only one of them is a little different.

It was a statue of a young man, sitting on the throne with his legs crossed, leaning on his lean, the elbow of his right hand supporting the armrest of the throne, his chin in his palm, and his eyes staring lazily ahead, looking bored.

That's the former Demon King, the youngest Demon King in all generations, but also the most useless Demon King.

This is the way Felik was before he became a human, and when he was still a demon, he was also so useless.

The man stopped in front of the statue and glanced at him coldly: "Hmph, it's really a shame for the demons." ”

"Is it Sothos? I smell you. ”

At the end of the passage came a voice, a woman's voice, majestic and lazy.

Sothos withdrew his gaze from the statue and walked briskly towards the end of the passage, where there was a huge temple lined with cold blue flames burning on both sides of the high stone pillars, and at the bottom of the empty hall was a circular altar-like platform, and a throne could be seen as far as the eye could look up the steps.

It was the throne of the Demon King, made of pure white stone, exuding an icy aura, not like holy marble, but a bit like white bones.

The woman on the throne sat in a strange way, not upright but on her side, with her legs resting on the armrests, in a position similar to that of being held by a princess.

She held the apple in one hand and put it to her mouth to enjoy it, obviously looking lazy, but she couldn't hide the aura of a king emanating from her body, she was the current demon king, Agnes.

This is the real demon king in Sotos's heart, powerful and majestic, even such casual behavior can exude powerful coercion, the demon clan needs such an ambitious strong man, not weak and incompetent like the previous generation of demon kings.

In Sotos's eyes, the former demon king is simply an idiot, not only does he not start a war, but he calls for new ideas all day long, the day before he is still discussing something called "takeaway", and the next day he will have a meeting to develop a thing called "express delivery", and what makes Sotos most angry is that the other party's ideas are just so that he can eat, drink and have fun without going out! He had never heard of such a lazy demon king.

Although the previous Demon King and Agnes are sisters and brothers, it is clear that Agnes is more suitable for this throne than her younger brother.

Obviously sister and brother, why is the difference so big? This is a long-standing question in Sotos's mind.

Sothos was in awe, kneeling on one knee in awe.

"Your Majesty, there is news of the temptation at the frontline."

Agnes raised her eyelids and yawned lazily, "Really? Let's talk about it. ”

"Those minions have been destroyed, obviously the most marginal towns of the empire, but the strength of the defense is still quite amazing." Sothos reported.

Agnes rose from her throne by tossing the remaining apple cores on the steps.

Her long silver-white hair fell to the ground, and the corners of her mouth on the left side of her mouth were slightly upturned, with a look of disdain.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the one who will end up ruling this continent will only be me."

Although it was a wild word, Sothos firmly believed it in his heart.

"The one who will rule this continent will only be Your Majesty!" Sotos said.

Agnes picked up the scythe leaning against the throne and stepped down the steps in her high-heeled leather boots, the scythe dragging on the ground, the metal grinding against the ground with a sizzling sound, and she picked up the scythe with one hand and carried it on her shoulder.

Only then will I realize that the scythe is far larger than it seems, the two tall long handles, the huge scythe blade is tied with chains, the black inscription on the side of the scythe flickering and faintly shining, obviously twice as large as Agnes, but Agnes is extremely easy to hold, graceful figure and this vicious weapon does not match at all.

"Speaking of which, I really miss that stupid brother of mine~~" Agnes smiled meaningfully, and her dexterous tongue licked her thin red lips: "I haven't bullied him for a long time, I really want to bully him." ”

It's really fun to think back to the days when Felik was there.

But after thinking about it, low emotional intelligence will be infectious, and expelling him from the demon world is also the right choice.

Under the throne, Toth was still kneeling, not daring to make the slightest movement.

He stole a glance at the other man, and when he saw the towering twin peaks on Agnes' chest, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and although the evil thought flashed through his mind, Sothos erased the evil thought from his mind in an instant.

As a courtier, just having this thought is a sin that deserves death.

Looking at the scythe in Agnes' hand, Sothos had only fear on his face.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" Sothos asked respectfully. Now that Agnes has picked up the Scarlet Queen, she must be planning to do something.

Agnes: "It's been three years, and I've heard that the Bone Dragon Clan is quite dissatisfied with my usurpation, and as a demon king, I should 'pacify' my courtiers." ”

"Your Majesty, what about McGson?"

"Hahahaha-" Agnes let out a long laugh and turned to look at Sothos condescendingly, "Are you stupid?" Wouldn't it be nice to send the nearest garrison? Can a small border town still stop me from moving forward? ”

Sothos nodded and took his leave.

Agnes carried the Scarlet Queen on her back and went straight out of the Demon King City.

She stood on a knife-like cliff and looked in the direction of the Empire, a hint of playfulness flashing in her long narrow eyes.

"Brother, I don't know how you are doing in the empire without your magic power~~"