Gris, the son of the proud lord of the night, but the most wasteful of the hundreds, was so wasted that even the demon soldiers who unconditionally submitted to the superior race felt disdain for this highness in their hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The reason why this is so is that this highness is congenitally weak and does not have the talent that the Night Demon Clan has. The control of the darkness only stays in the cover of the breath, unable to condense the demon star, and escape the shame of the night demon clan.

However, this waste highness did not give up, and after perseverance and training, he not only obtained a body that could face the demon head-on, and the resistance was so high that it was outrageous, but also got an adventure, that is, the complete corpse of a dark attribute demon dragon.

As a result, Gris extracted a large amount of dark power from the demon dragon's body and crystallized it, making up for his congenital deficiencies, and successfully condensed the demon star.

But Rao is so, and it is still the weakest of His Highness, not one of them. Even the strength of the penultimate place is a lot higher than it.

In this super war, although Gris has the name of His Highness, he has no actual Highness, and was sent by the ghost early to do what ordinary soldiers should do.

Repeatedly sacrificed a peanut-sized demon star to attack the enemy, not only was the horned demon laughed at, but even the eyes of his compatriots looking at it were full of disgust and murderous intent.

"This waste should have been slaughtered in the first place, so as not to disgrace my Night Demon Clan!"

Gris's compatriots directly ignored its existence, saying so in public more than once, and even the demon soldiers in the same camp looked at it with great resentment and contempt.

In this regard, although Gris reluctantly made a calm appearance on the surface, his heart had long been swallowed by a thick resentment.

In its eyes, there are no so-called dear brothers, kind fathers, friendly compatriots, loyal subordinates, all of them must die! Those who dare to look down on themselves will definitely be tortured to death by the most cruel means!

"Wait, sooner or later, one day ......"

Gris said this more than once.

Suddenly, in the sea of its consciousness, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Do you want to be stronger?"

The voice was gentle, sounding incomparably restrained and magnetic.

"Who are you?!"

Gris was startled, frightened and frightened, but there was a faint desire to hear it again. The warmth of the sound was something it had never experienced before, something called "light" that did not belong to hell, or even was opposed to hell.

Warm the light of the heart!

"Do you want to be the strongest demon?"

The voice didn't answer its question, and continued to ask slowly in a warm and soft tone.

……

Gris didn't respond, but he had been eager to become stronger, something he had wanted since birth, and he had always dreamed of getting stronger, but he was deeply suspicious of the voice that suddenly appeared in his head.

"Do you want revenge?"

"Do you want to kill all the creatures that look down on you?"

"Do you want to be the King of the Night Demons?"

"Do you want to conquer the Horned Demon Lord?"

"Do you want to venture into the heart of hell?"

……

"Do you want to be the master of hell?"

The tone of the voice became softer and softer, but the original warmth was slowly changing, and it was a dark and evil, seductive and depraved words, which echoed in his ears one by one.

Every word is like a sweet and delicious pie that constantly gnaws at his empty heart, and something called "ambition" begins to appear, constantly expanding, suppressing all reason and other desires.

Greedy! Crazy! Then get stronger! That's what Gris is thinking about right now.

"I'm going to be stronger! No matter who you are, please, I want to be strong, as long as you can make me strong, you can do whatever I want! ”

For the powerful consciousness that can enter his mind, all the doubts in Gris's heart are dissipated, and if he can do this, he will definitely be able to kill himself easily, so what is there to be afraid of? Perhaps this powerful being has taken a fancy to him and is ready to promote a good Hell Demon......

This existence can't be the father of chaos!

The thought popped into his mind, and Gris couldn't help but be shocked by his "rebellious" thoughts, but at the same time, he lingered like an addiction.

That consciousness didn't respond, that is...... Defaulted? Is it really the great father?!

Gris's heart was completely replaced by fanatical emotions, if it was really that one, then it meant that he was favored and promoted to the "Blood of Chaos", the same as the Horned Demon Lord?

"Since you agreed, then, as you wish!"

The voice sounded again, but no longer in a warm and soft tone, but with a deep malice.

Ding dong!

With a crisp sound, Gris's consciousness saw that the darkness presented in front of him suddenly rippled like a lake. In the center of the ripples, a black water droplet gradually floated.

is as black as splashing ink, but it renders a layer of mysterious, quiet, and deep darkness, which makes the faint darkness in Gris's body burst away in an instant.

Swallow it! Swallow it! Swallow it!

That's the only thought left on Gris's mind at the moment. Eventually, driven by extreme greed, like a hungry beast, Gris grabbed the droplet and swallowed it in one gulp.

As if it were substance, as soon as the water droplets entered its body, they instantly transmitted a sweet taste that paralyzed the nerves. Accompanied by a turbulent torrent of darkness, as if it were about to drown itself.

Ahh

In the current realm, Gris suddenly let out a terrifying roar, and the roots of his face were bruised, and he looked extremely hideous.

The black wings suddenly spread, and the dense black mist spread out like a fluid, and everything that was touched, whether it was an enemy or an ally, was corroded into blood before even the screams could be released, churning in the black mist, glowing with a strange blood light.

Seeing the vision, a horned demon flew in and swung his decapitating sword at Gris's head.

The screams had stopped, and Gris looked up at the Horned Demon, who had just cracked in its forehead and a gray-white eye appeared.

The eye was filled with a thick gray mist, exuding an air of dead silence and desolation.

As soon as the Horned Demon met the eye, his body suddenly stiffened in midair, unable to move even a single claw. At that moment, the eyes that looked at him were extremely cold, as if a whirlpool with magical power was slowly flowing, trying to devour his soul.

In a trance, the Horned Demon even saw the eyes looking at him with a mockery, as if everything in the world was a pile of puppets to fiddle with at will. But compared to the eyes full of excitement and fanaticism beneath the night demon, they seemed out of place, as if they were ......

Another consciousness is dominating this third eye!

Taking advantage of the moment when the Horned Demon was frozen in mid-air, Gris's wings trembled slightly, and a dazzling, extremely brilliant flickering purple light suddenly flew out, and the speed was so fast that even the space was distorted in an instant.

The Horned Demon could only watch as the purple light continued to magnify in his eyes, and then, everything returned to darkness.

The huge body was torn apart, and under the flickering purple light, it was swallowed up.

It was Gris's natal demon star, originally the size of a peanut, but after the dark power increased greatly, until the Horned Demon was defeated, it was the size of a watermelon, and it was covered with magnificent black lines.

It worked, I got stronger, I finally got stronger!

Looking at his demon star in a daze, Gris showed ecstasy, and immediately let out a crazy laugh, recalling the demon star to kill.

The long-standing humiliation and resentment finally turned into the essence at this moment, killing and devouring all those who dared to laugh at themselves, and then melted into the darkness!

The billowing black mist turned into hundreds of tentacles, wrapping around the demon soldiers of the Horned Demon Camp, engulfing them all into the darkness. The surrounding allies all retreated in horror, they didn't understand how His Highness Gris, who had always been the shame of the Night Demon Clan, could instantly increase in strength, and even the high-ranking demon lords could easily kill them.

Griss was immersed in the control of a powerful force, and at first he was still conscious, but the further he went, the more he lost his reason, and the pleasure in his heart gnawed away at his heart like poison, and he only wanted to kill, kill, and kill!

The tumbling black mist red light became brighter and brighter, and it had reached the point where it could not be removed, and every time the demon star that defeated the enemy began to be stained with blood, the blood stains were only attached to the demon star, and they could not be waved away.

With every kill, Gris's combat power skyrocketed, and in a one-on-one situation, it could be easily killed along with the horned demons of the same rank, so now there were three-headed horned demons standing in front of it, but Rao was also at a disadvantage.

With a loud roar, Gris showed his might, slashing the three-headed horned demons one by one, shocking the audience.

His Royal Highness, who was under the protection of the camp, also noticed his waste brother, and a hint of amusement suddenly appeared in his eyes when he looked at it, as if he had seen something interesting.

"Gris, this waste, it seems that I have obtained something terrible, although my position is unshakable, but in the face of my brothers who are still eyeing me, I am still careless!"

"Spirit, Charm, go and bring it to me!"

An understatement doomed Gris's fate.

From the void around the ghost, two extremely subtle fluctuations appeared, and two illusory shadows flashed forward quickly.

After arranging all of this haphazardly, the ghost returned to the posture of the ancient well without waves, looking at the still chaotic and stalemate battlefield.