After the little black dragon's explanation, Vincent understood the situation.

It turned out that Lucifer had just gone over to scare St. Francis and save the evil lord by the way, and had no other meaning.

Unbeknownst to Vincent, it happened to be Lucifer who had gone there.

After letting the simulated Realm Breaking Elixir disappear, it was pushed on Lucifer, the Eight Heavenly Kings, and Hollande, who agreed that it was Lucifer who took the Realm Breaking Elixir.

This saves them from digging deeper!

Otherwise, even if they can't get actual evidence, it doesn't prevent them from guessing that all this is just a conspiracy of the Miracle Empire.

The hapless Lucifer has become the scapegoat of the Miracle Empire for nothing!

Because of the strength shown by Lucifer, they were deeply shocked, and they did not dare to trouble Lucifer for the time being.

The only one who was not so angry was the host, Hollande.

More than a thousand masters died in the sea of demons.

All masters, the power after death, will be absorbed by the sea of demons.

And the Star Locking Soul Refining Array arranged by Hollande can absorb all the spirituality of the Sea of Demon Spirits, he is the second biggest winner!

Regarding St. Francis's suggestion to go to Lucifer for trouble, Hollande directly pushed it away.

Let him leave the Sea of Demons and go to trouble with a twelve-winged seraphim, unless he's brain-dead!

Although Hollande did not join the alliance, St. Francis was not reconciled!

In both public and private, St. Francis hated Lucifer.

What was once a battle of faith, now a battle of realm-breaking elixirs. Lucifer was the winner.

Why!

St. Francis suppressed a sense of grievance in his heart, which made him gradually lose his mind.

In the starry sky of the outer realm of the Demon Spirit, the eight Heavenly Kings gathered together.

"Fao, Furious War, let's go to Lucifer for trouble. How is it? St. Francis proposed.

Fao bowed his head in silence, clearly not wanting to go.

As an old neighbor, old friend, and old rival, Fao knows the angels very well, and he knows the strength of the twelve-winged seraph very well.

The three of them went to find Lucifer together, and it was definitely to deliver food!

Furious War shook his head, although he was grumpy, he was not an idiot.

"St. Francis, we can't beat Lucifer. Still not going, right? ”

"Although Lucifer, for the sake of his brother's face, will not do anything to us, but send him to be beaten. Isn't it a little too cheap? ”

St. Francis's eyes were slightly cold.

"Don't forget, we are in the Sea of Demons, and we have ordered to kill everyone and wrap up the masters of our own race."

"Among the people Lucifer rescued, there are also people from your race, right?"

"Even Lucifer. For his brother's sake, he won't publicize this matter. ”

"But who of you can guarantee that those masters who were rescued by Lucifer. Won't go around preaching? ”

St. Francis described it in a eloquent voice: "With their cultivation." It's very easy to retrieve memories. ”

"When the time comes, we are the ones who will be absolutely unlucky!"

Fao's eyes flickered. Obviously thinking about the gains and losses.

"St. Francis, it's not just us, but also the five demons!"

St. Francis snorted.

"They are demons, what are they afraid of!"

Perron, of the Deadly Clan, suddenly interjected: "St. Francis, stop acting!" ”

"Don't you know about our demons?"

"How about we still act together, but not against Lucifer, but against the master that Lucifer rescued?"

St. Francis smiled kindly.

"Patriarch Perron, you still know the righteousness!"

"Since you are only willing to deal with those masters who escaped, then at that time, we have snatched the Realm Breaking Secret Elixir from Lucifer, and we will not have your share!"

Perron scoffed, "St. Francis, can you act less!" ”

"You are such a hypocritical fellow, there is only one of the billions of planes in the heavens."

"You snatched it from Lucifer?"

"What are you kidding!"

Hals of the Source Fire Clan also helped: "St. Francis God, although we have different positions, but between us, after so many years of fighting, we still know the strength of the twelve-winged seraphim. ”

…,

St. Francis gritted his teeth and said, "The twelve-winged Seraph is not invincible!" ”

"The Twelve-winged Seraph has a weakness. If we take advantage of this weakness, then Lucifer will surely die! ”

Perron clapped his hands and laughed.

"St. Francis, St. Francis, your ability to lie is simply beyond that of the King of Heaven."

"Look, what a perfect lie, the face is not red, the heart is not accelerating, the lie that comes out of your mouth, you are alone!"

St. Franci's face was as usual, with a faint smile.

"Believe it or not, Fao, Madrage, let's work together, with the five of them, we have a little more chance to get the Realm Breaking Elixir!"

Fao and Furious looked at St. Francis suspiciously.

St. Francis patted them both on the shoulder.

"When did I lie to you?"

In Fao's heart, he muttered to himself.

'You're lying to me all the time!' ’

Unable to resist the temptation of surpassing the Scourge Monarch-level Realm Breaking Elixir, Furious War nodded in agreement with St. Francis's opinion.

Perron of the Deadly Clan, the Heavenly King representing the five high-level demon clans, still refused.

"St. Francis, you are going to dream, and we will not stop you."

"Our goal is only to hunt down those who escape!"

St. Francis nodded, as if not too concerned.

"In addition to Lucifer, there are also nine masters who have escaped, except for the unknown Heavenly King."

"I have marked the mark of light in their bodies."

St. Francis pulls out a stack of magic maps.

"The nine points of light on the map represent the seats of the nine of them!"

Perron stepped forward, took the five maps, and handed them to the four Heavenly Kings behind him.

St. Francis handed Fao and Furious War, one map for each person.

"Except for the Evil Lord, the Heavenly Monarch, the other eight guys, we divide them equally."

"Finally, let's besiege the evil lord together!"

Fao and Berserk nodded in agreement, and Perron said yes.

"Who's going to deal with Cleva?"

Cleve is the eight-winged seraphim of the fallen Angel Clan, and the strength of the upper king.

Nine times out of ten, he follows Lucifer and goes to trouble him, and it is very likely that he will meet Lucifer.

Perren sneered, "Except for the evil lord, there is exactly one of each of our races. I think it's fitting to clean up your own traitors! ”

This time, Fao and Furious Fight, also agreed with Perron.

St. Francis's face changed slightly, and finally he forced a smile: "No problem! ”

The original Omega plane, polluted by dark filth, sank into the abyss.

Today, it is named Paradise of the Fallen, Lucifer's home base.

Cleve joins Fallen Heaven and becomes one of the best under Lucifer.

The eight-winged Seraph, the strength of the king!

"Your Highness Lucifer, why did you spare St. Francis?"

"Your strength has surpassed that of St. Francis, don't you want revenge?"