"Damn human, in the name of the Demon King, one day I will kill you with my own hands!"

Roars of anger, resentment, unwillingness, and so on echoed in the empty room, and they never stopped. Dureil's eyes were blood-red, and he vented his emotions on the ground.

In a short period of time, the ground was full of messes, and mud blocks the size of a house could be seen everywhere. After venting his inner unwillingness, Durell stopped in pain.

Shame, great shame.

The first time I was beaten away by that damn human, it was nothing. After all, there is a Titan who claims to never die when he stands on the earth. Don't say you're a demon king, even a demon god has a headache. But what about the second time? The well-prepared battlefield and the well-prepared plan have in fact achieved remarkable results.

A mystical sanctuary without a land is an excellent battlefield for every word. Without dirt, that Titan is just as expected, not low in recovery, but not invincible either.

A full sixty thousand demon lives complete the final piece of the puzzle in the plan. Relying on the almost endless demonic energy, the Titans who have lost the protection of the earth are vulnerable...... Uh, well, it's worth fighting. It turned out that there was nothing wrong with his plan.

Killed the Titan himself, and pinched two lowly undead creatures to death by the way. Plan to achieve your goals flawlessly. But when he got to the door, he was beaten into a dog's brain by that damn human.

Durrell trembled with anger. Majestic magic silently filled the surroundings. Feeling its own majestic magic, its heart bleeds from pain. The magic of the special Lao Tzu is less than forty percent.

Forty percent of the magic.

Duriel wanted to cry. This is the magic power of a demon king. Any demon you give it to can forcibly give birth to a demon lord. As a result, this forty percent of the magic power was lost in the hands of a mere human.

Damn Tyrell, damn human!

Thinking back to the forty percent of the magic power he had lost, the temperature around Durell suddenly dropped by more than a dozen degrees. This is its freezing property. It's just that in the face of that titan, it has no effect, and in the face of that damn human, it has no effect. For the first time, it wondered if it had been severely degraded, leading to a significant weakening of its strength.

This is not a good sign.

The essence of hell is chaos. There is no humanity to talk about in a chaotic hell, let alone allies. Some are just deceitful and stabbed in the back. If the news of the loss of forty percent of his magic power spreads, there may be a rebellion among his men who will seize the throne of the King of Pain.

Durrell gradually calmed down. After regaining its composure, it regained the domineering spirit that the demon king should have. Archangel Tyrell, ignore. That Titan, ignore it. That damn human...... This is where the source begins.

"What is the origin of that human?" Durrell was puzzled. To have Archangel Tyrell sacrifice a doppelganger on his own initiative is an unusual oddity in itself.

Angels and demons represent heaven and hell, representing light and darkness respectively. The human world, on the other hand, is the center that connects heaven and hell. Influenced by the World Stone, there are unique laws here. Whether angels or demons, entering this world can only follow the laws of this world. And the excess magic can only be borne by creating a clone. The loss of any one of your clones means the complete loss of this part of your power. This result was enough to make the hearts of angels and demons hurt to the balls.

It couldn't comprehend Tyrell's intention to sacrifice a doppelganger. How could a tiny human being be more important than a doppelganger with extra power?

"What the hell is Tyrell planning?" Duriel waved his chelicerae irritably. More than three meters high and up to two meters thick, the mud was torn to shreds. It was familiar with angels, but had no clue about Tyrelll's strange behavior.

"Camp Rog? Kurast seaport? Durrell muttered to himself, bloodshot eyes flickering. The names of the two human colonies flashed back and forth in its mind.

In a short time, it decisively abandoned the seaport of Curast. It was the territory of the demon god Mephisto. I'm just a demon king, and there's no reason to provoke a demon god. Camp Rog was finally frozen in its mind.

"It's time to meet Andariel." Durell's blood-colored eyes suddenly returned to their previous blackness. It lifted its chelicerae and slashed into the void in front of it, and then stepped inside.

……

"I hate it here." Duriel looked around and grunted under his breath.

This is the catacombs of the monastery, the territory of Andariel, the king of torment and anguish among the four demon kings. The damp walls all around exude an eerie and decaying atmosphere. Torches on the walls dispel the darkness here.

"Humans are human beings, and they're always so disgusting." Durrell grunted as he walked to the passage with the most blood on the wall. It is a pure demon that hates the eerie and corrupt aura that characterizes this undead creature.

The undead are a major force in Hell. But not all demons like the undead. Both the Demon God and the Demon King regard the undead as the best cannon fodder. Except for this Andariel, which was transformed by humans.

Walking down the passage to a large door, Durrell took a deep breath to calm down the restless emotions in his heart, and tried to squeeze out a "kind" face by the way. Just as he was about to push the door in, a lazy female voice suddenly floated out from behind the door.

"Duriel? I wish I was wrong. ”

"Andariel, it's me." Durrell was so angry that he wanted to swallow the owner of the voice, but he had to swallow it. After all, this time I came to ask for help, not to find a place to open the film.

Push the door in, and what you see is the scenery of a human church. The walls around it are filled with torches, and together with a dozen tall candelabras, the place is illuminated as if it were daylight. On the front of the gate is an incredible statue of an angel. A woman dressed in a nun's costume is kneeling in front of an angel statue praying.

"Andariel, don't forget that you are the Demon King." Durell was so angry that he almost lost the other half of his mouthparts. It's so hateful that the good demon king actually went to worship angels. Where does this place hell?

"Sorry, it's habit." Andariel stood up, didn't look at Duriel, walked to the side of the rotten wooden bench and sat down, and then asked lightly without raising his head, "I remember that you never liked to come to me. ”

"I wonder what big names have been in Camp Rogue lately." Durell didn't bother to deal with it, and explained his intention straightforwardly. It didn't like Andariel, and it didn't even plan to find a place to sit.

"Camp Rogge?" Andariel looked back at Duriel and asked indifferently, "Why don't you stay in Lugoin, complete the task assigned by Lord Demon God, and ask what Rogue is doing in camp?" ”

"Nothing, curious." Durrell replied nonchalantly. How can it shake its own ugly things. It's not good for Andariel in the first place, if this guy knows that he has been disgraced by a human, then it is better to kill it.

"Everything works." Andariel replied more crisply, and then turned back.

"Normal fart." Duriel cursed in his heart. If everything was normal, how could such a damn human come out of here? There's no way that damn thing came out of Kurast Harbor. That's the territory of the Demon God, Lord Mephisto.

Secretly slandering himself, on the surface, Duriel was completely indifferent, and asked contemptively: "Andariel, I know that you were once a human. But you have to know that if you delay the Demon God's plan. The consequences are not something you can afford. ”

"What do you mean?" Andariel's tone turned cold, and he still didn't look back.

"It's not interesting. Just to give you a reminder. A hint of ridicule flashed in Dureel's eyes, and he smiled casually: "Both Lord Diablo and Master Mephisto attach great importance to the tasks you are responsible for. I just hope you don't get punished by the two adults. After all, we are all demon kings. ”

"You're threatening me?" Andariel still didn't look back, but his tone became colder, as if he could frostbite his soul.

"Lord Diablo is optimistic about you. I don't dare threaten you. Durrell chuckled and shook his head.

"Say what you mean. I don't have time for small talk with you. Andariel's tone softened slightly, but it was still cold.

Duriel also accepted it when he saw it, and directly said his true intention: "I found a strange human below. Most likely, it came out of Camp Rogg. So I came over and asked. ”

Andariel Hodi got up and turned around, a pair of blood-colored eyes staring at Duriel: "Why not your Rugoin, or Lord Mephisto's Kurast Harbor?" ”

"Rugoin can't escape my eyes." Durrell smirked, "Lord Mephisto has been keeping an eye on those weak bugs ever since he was sealed with a soul stone by humans once. If a weird guy pops up, it's going to call us in and kill him as soon as possible. Since Mistress Mephisto is not moving, it could only be your Rogue camp. ”

After a pause, its tone suddenly increased, and it spat out a sentence suspiciously: "Is he the one Lord Diablo wants you to seek?" ”

"It's none of your business." Andariel was indifferent and turned back.

Duriel didn't care, and smiled darkly, "I just want to help you catch him." ”

Andariel asked rhetorically without looking back, "What way?" ”

"The human order is on the verge of collapse." Durell said meaningfully, his dark eyes flashing a few fine words, "But they are still united, especially when it comes to resisting us. ”

"You want me to help you attack Rugoin?" Andariel turned suddenly, his blood-colored eyes staring at Duriel.

"Rugoin: I can do it myself. The ultimate goal is just to help you. Durrell turned and walked out of the gate: "In a month I will lead a large army to besiege Rugoin." ”

With a thud, the door closed again. Andariel looked at the closed door and did not retract his gaze for a long time. After a long time, it suddenly pulled the corners of its mouth, and its blood-colored eyes flashed with a touch of cruelty.

"One month...... I understand. (To be continued.) )