This is a palace that belongs to the demons.

Pale green ghost insects floated around, constituting the only source of light in this vast and vast space other than soul fire.

Unlike the lavish palaces of humans, there is only one decoration in this palace, and that is the stone statues of human maidens in different poses, which are of different heights and different clothing and shapes. The only thing they have in common is that all the stone statues have only one expression, deep pain and despair.

A man stands in the middle of the palace, wearing a round curly hat, a red aristocratic gown with a turned-up collar and black knee-length trousers, similar to that of an 18th-century French male aristocrat, and a pair of pointed shoes on his feet, looking nondescript and clown-like.

At this time, the clown is holding a brush, humming an eerie tune in front of a drawing board, while quickly smearing the paint on the canvas.

Not far behind him, on the throne in the deepest part of the palace, a man in a tricorne hat, far superior to him in dress and temperament, was munching on something, not minding that the bright red liquid trickled from the corners of his mouth, wetting his luxurious scarf from Frenger.

At his feet, a young girl's face was still showing a hint of childishness, twisted, and her hands were clutched on her face, completely ignoring the fact that her nails had been embedded in her face, leaving scratches one after another, as if she was experiencing unspeakable pain, and wanted to scream, but she couldn't even make a sound.

And her lower body has gradually begun to petrify.

In the girl's desperate eyes, the man sitting on the throne threw the girl's heart, which was only half left, into his mouth. Then bite down hard.

While enjoying the taste you love, you can also enjoy the girl's desperate and painful expression.

And the girl's distorted expression will remain on the stone statue of her body forever......

"Your hobbies are still so bad, Bachin."

At this time, a man covered in a black cloak slowly walked into the main hall from the darkness at the entrance of the palace.

"Isn't this our brother who gave up his identity and joined the vampire princess, Asacher?"

Sitting on the throne, the man known as Bachin grinned, revealing his shark-sharp teeth: "Enough coquettishness under that little girl's leather skirt, so did you come back to us again?" That's not going to work. I don't want to have a business with a demon that stinks like a vampire! ”

After speaking. It was as if he had told a funny joke himself.

"Ahem......"

As soon as Bachin finished speaking, the man who was painting the oil painting coughed dryly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Duke of Sabah. My dear friend. Bachin put away his smile. apologized in an insincere voice: "You know what you said." I'm not talking about you. It's just that the guys of the Lord and the faction have been ...... lately Well, what's it called...... Platinum Rose? Whatever...... Those guys want to live in peace with humans, completely tarnishing their bloodline as descendants of the Daredevil! And that's not all. Even that little girlie actually wrote to me to do that...... Are you kidding! Do we still have to sign a treaty of equality with bread! ”

"You just shut that stinky mouth and do what Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia says! If it weren't for Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess, we would still be wandering in that dark abyss, and you should be grateful, Bachin! ”

Asacher raised his head slightly, and the red eyes that seemed to be burning under the black hood lit up: "Or do you think that you are comfortable in the abyss, claiming to be one of the Seven Grand Dukes of Hell and living in that stinky swamp all the time?" ”

"If you're here to provoke me, you've succeeded!"

Ba Qin slowly stood up, and the surging magic power gradually erupted from the seven-foot-tall body, making the entire hall feel like a gust of wind gusted in the body.

Asacher did not hesitate at all, and released his magic power, although the amount was not large, only to bounce away the eroded magic power, but in terms of quality, it was far stronger than Bachin.

"You should remember that rotting brain." Asachel's black cloak and his words drifted through the empty hall with gusts of wind: "Whether it's the Abyss Plane or the Main Material Plane, if you fight with me, you haven't won once!" ”

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Asacher said was indeed the truth, so even though Bachin gritted his teeth angrily, he didn't really make a move.

"I'm here to warn you not to turn a deaf ear to Her Royal Highness's words, or be careful that I will crush your limbs and wring off your head!"

Asacher left an ultimatum and turned to leave.

At this time, the duke-level vampire Saba, who had been acting as a background, coughed twice and drew their attention to it: "Dear Lord Bachin, I already know what is going on in that area. ”

As he spoke, he turned his sketchpad around so that the two of them could see what had been painted on it.

The picture depicts a man and two women, the three of them standing on a large pile of corpses of low-level demons, leading the civilians behind them in a battle posture.

After the Duke of Sabah agreed to provide the Demon Grand Duke Bachin with human maidens as food to improve his strength, he began to send his descendants to various villages and towns to select maidens.

At first, everything went well, but gradually, many districts refused to continue to provide maidens, and his descendants lost contact one by one.

At first, they thought it was just a simple human rebellion, but after sending an army of demons to suppress it to no avail, they realized that they seemed to have made a mistake.

With a series of investigation methods such as the Shadow Eye Demon, the Mage's Eye, and the Messenger Crow all failed for some reason, the Duke of Sabah could only use blood magic to desperately lose some of his strength, and use his own blood as a material to blend special pigments (vampires themselves don't have much blood, their blood volume is closely related to their own strength), and with prophetic magic, they successfully painted this painting that could tell them the answer.

Asachel was stunned for a moment when he saw the man in troubadour's costume on the screen, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he ordered Ba Chin in the same messy tone as before: "That man is a guest of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, you can't be rude, do you know the way!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and left the main hall with great contempt.

The vampire duke Sabah seemed to sense something, and frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

And Ba Qin looked at the other party's figure that disappeared into the darkness again, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "If you say you don't touch it, you won't touch it, what are you kidding, why should I listen to that stinky girl who is less than half my age?" Besides, even if I can't beat you, the Seven Dukes of Hell are not just me and you! (To be continued......)