"Oh God, he stinks!"

"I'm really throwing up, what's the smell on him?"

"No dog smashes seeds, isn't that it, hahaha!"

"Hurry up, go away, he looked. Wow. His eyes are so terrifying! ”

“……”

Edmund staggered down the stinking and sewage alleys of the slums, deaf to the voices that mocked him.

But he remembered these faces, like the scars on his body, and he would remember them.

When he can, he will be ashamed.

I walked into his house, which was small, but very neat.

Upon entering, Edmund fell to his knees as if he had no strength to support him.

Finally, relying on the last willpower, he closed the door, crawled to the side of the bed, took the medicinal wine, and spilled it on the knife wound in the abdomen that was more than 20 centimeters long.

He snorted from the unbearable pain, and the muscles on his forehead and neck bulged out, and it was hard to imagine what pain he was experiencing.

Suddenly, Edmund turned his head cautiously and was horrified to see another person in his pitifully small room.

The man, hidden in a dark corner, was wearing a black cloak, and the whole person seemed to be completely in the company of darkness.

"Who are you?!" Edmund tried to stand up, but the pain in his abdomen made him lose his strength.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the uninvited guest with eyes as fierce as a beast.

"Edmund. Hello Mars. The rough voice seemed to ring in Edmund's ears.

Edmund snorted, the aftermath of the voice echoing in his head, almost bursting his head!

"Ahh Who are you? What do you want to do! Damn it, fuck off, you trash! Whatever you want to do to me, I won't ask you! ”

Edmund covered his head, trying to keep his brain from hurting so much.

"Oh? I'm sorry. Edmund heard the cloaked, head-and-tail guy say with a hypocritical apology, "I didn't mean to, I forgot that you're still weak now." ”

Edmund could not understand his words, because of preconceived notions, he did not have the slightest affection for this man who inexplicably broke into his house and attacked him with wonderful power.

"I'm Dean, a devil from the abyss, Edmund, are you willing to sacrifice your soul to gain strength and get rid of slavery?"

Dean coughed lightly.

This time, for some reason, he did not expect to appear in this magical time and space after settling the blood clan.

This is an era when swords, magic, and all races coexist.

It's amazing.

Dean has superhuman strength and is still the strongest in this day and age.

However, the frustrating thing is that when he 'woke up', he was in the abyss this time, surrounded by various demonic creatures.

He didn't have to think about it to know that it was probably when he was 'born' that the greedy demonic creature attracted by his power did not eat him, but was shattered by his power.

So, because of the constraints of the laws of time and space, he became a devil in this world.

And at this time, in order to absorb the faith, he had to fool the clone of the god of light in front of him, who had not yet grown up, and sell his soul to him.

Dean was not embarrassed, this kind of robbery while God had not yet awakened was taken for granted in his eyes.

Thinking of this, he once again said in what he thought was a friendly, eerie voice that Edmund heard, "Dear Edmund, do you want to gain strength and save your lover Jessica?" Escape from slave status? Now it's a good deal to promise, you just need to give your soul. ”

Dean knows that if you want to receive the goods, you must pay first, and with a flash of magic in his hand, Edmund's injury in the Colosseum was immediately healed, and even this magic power repaired the dark injuries he had accumulated over the years, which was amazing.

Edmund's wail came to an abrupt end, and it was as if he were in a dream.

"How? Are you going to give me your soul? ”

Edmund was born as a slave and grew up at the bottom, seeing a lot of darkness and scheming.

Even when he saw this miraculous scene at this time, he still calmed down as quickly as he could.

"If I give you my soul, can I have the power of you?"

A question that was immediately asked to the point.

Dean suddenly missed Virgil a little, how easy he was to fool.

Although he didn't do anything, Virgil had the self-consciousness to kill Richie.

Because he was self-conscious, at the last moment, Dean forcibly intervened to save his life, awakened the ancestral blood in his body, and became the king of the blood clan.

The blood clan has been free since then, and the twin princes, who secretly worked together to do things, are no longer cynical and want to die with Richie.

In short, Virgil's obedience made Dean very pleased.

- This is more and more in contrast to Edmund's insidious cunning at this time.

His tone was light, "There is nothing in this world that is not worth nothing, or do you think that if you don't exchange souls with me, you will be able to solve the current predicament?" Your lover can't wait long for you, and you'll even die in the Colosseum soon and watch the world fall into darkness. ”

Edmund pursed his lips, he felt insulted, but there was no way to refute the words of the devil who called himself Dean.

Because of the slave mark on his body, even if he is extremely talented, he can't practice magic, he can only become a fighter, but he is even deprived of the right to own weapons.

Edmund didn't speak, and Dean didn't speak.

With a wave of his hand, a throne appeared out of thin air, lifting him in mid-air.

In fact, Edmund had not heard of this miraculous scene.

In this age of magic and swords, light magic represents healing, dark magic represents devouring, and the rest of the magic is in full bloom.

The temples on the continent represent the traces of the existence of the gods.

He shouldn't have believed Dean was the devil.

It is rumored that after the war of the gods 10,000 years ago, the gods fell, and at the cost of this, sealed the demon abyss and expelled the danger from the human world.

In Edmund's opinion, if Dean is really the devil, he can't get out of the abyss of demons.

He's not so much a devil as a dark magician.

Edmund, however, always felt that Dean was not lying.

What to do?

There's a demon clamoring for his soul!

Not only was he unable to resist, he was even moved by what he said.

Sure enough, his soul already smelled of foul odors.

"What do you want me to do besides my soul?"

Edmund always felt that Dean's purpose would not be so simple.

"Of course, I want you to save the world."

Edmund:???

Aha?

The devil asked him to save the world?

"Save the world?"

Dean looked up: "Of course. The seal of the Demon Abyss has been weakened for ten thousand years, and the world will fall back into darkness, and you, Edmund. Mars, you are me, the chosen savior of the demon king Dean. ”

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