Once again, the Edark Lord Grazt won a battle that was not too small or small, and expanded his territory in the abyss a little more.

He led his fire generals and doom priests, as well as a large group of demons in a mess, to destroy a stronghold of the demons by the River Styx.

Kill, tear, devour...... The battlefield of the abyss seems to be limited to the slaughterhouse, except that the identities of the butchers and animals are often blurred.

The low-level demons mingled and played happily in the mud and flesh, while the high-level demons stood majestically, waiting for their men to offer the fattest part.

Grazter yawned, known as "the most demon-like demon" and had little interest in the lowly and boring killings under the throne.

The Prince of Lies, the six-fingered Grazt, was intoxicated by his love of intrigue and, above all, the bitterness and remorse that it brings.

He picked up a glass of blood wine beside him, and in the glass was a painful mage soul struggling unwillingly. He drank it all, but felt as bland and tasteless as over-diluted honey wine.

Two hundred years later, the glass of wine made from Lucieu's pain, tears and despair still lingers on him for a long time. In two hundred years, Grazt has never tasted such a mellow and sweet taste. Moreover, Grazt has not yet waited for Lucieu's soul, and for so many years, the scheming prince has not been able to find any clues. His tower of swans was always broken, and his wine lacked a spice called "destruction", which was unbearable.

The Demon Lord threw away the cup, got up from his throne, and crushed a few demon hunting spiders that stood in the way, and his inexplicable anxiety made him walk to the Styx, which flowed quietly beside the battlefield.

The River Styx flows eternally, with no beginning or end, and only painfully twisted souls tumbling inside, trying to pull down any creature that comes to its imprudent approach, inviting him to share in the eternal captivity and torment.

Some people say that the River Styx is the embodiment of fate, and there are also rumors that the River Styx is the abyss itself, so what difference does it make to demons? "Even if the gods fall, their bones will be gone." This alone is enough for all the abyssal minions to maintain full awe of the River Styx.

Standing by the River Styx, Grazter casually threw an unlucky demon hunting spider (another) into the River Styx, "O great River Styx! The Lord of the Darkness roared, "Where is my Lucieu hiding!" If you can give her back to me, I will offer as many sacrifices as I want. ”

The Demon Hunter's desperate claws fluttered twice, and they were overwhelmed by the swarming painful souls of the River Styx. Grazt had thrown a mess of sacrifices at Styx countless times, but this time, Styx had responded to him.

"People say that the people they miss will eventually be reunited."

An inexplicably familiar sweet voice resounded through the sky, and Grazter turned around in surprise and focused his gaze on the River Styx in disbelief.

The eternal River Styx boiled and rolled, and the beautiful and unparalleled shadow slowly walked out.

Lucieu's clothes and hair were wet from the river, making her look a little embarrassed. But the bright face and smiling eyes, like the spring breeze blowing through the River Styx, made people feel warm—if only the crumbs of the abyss could understand this warmth.

"I followed this thought, and finally came back here, you really still miss me~ Surprised!"

Grazt had no surprises, only fright, and felt cold all over. Even if he accidentally fell into the River Styx, there would be no bones left, and he never thought of what kind of existence could come out of the River Styx.

Grazt was stunned, and the demons behind him were even more at a loss, and everything in front of them was beyond their imagination. Many demons know that Grazt often slips into the main physical plane, seducing stupid maidens and bringing them back to the Swan Tower to be tormented forever. But that's not quite right.

Lucieu ignored the gaze of the others and walked over to Grazt's side. The three-meter-tall Demon Monarch and the petite and tender Eya Elf stood together, the beauty and the beast alive. But Lucieu didn't seem to care at all. She stood in front of Grazt, tilting her head playfully to look at the giant demon.

"Husband." Lucie said pityingly, "You've lost weight." ”

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There was an awkward silence.

Grazt, the prince of trickery, once used conspiracy to play the Three Realms in the palm of his hand, he once reigned in the nine layers of hell, and he once dragged countless originally prosperous kingdoms into a sea of corpses and blood.

For a moment, he wondered if he had really lost weight.

For the first time, his brain hurt so much!

Simply give up thinking and follow the demonic instincts. He stretched out his large, hideous claws and slammed down on the elves beneath him with fear.

Lucie's battle instinct almost bounced back the demon's full force in the first place, but two hundred years later, the elves were no longer the wretched creatures who swept the floor and washed Lindbergh's clothes. She suppressed her fighting instinct and took the blow alive.

The full force of the Demon Monarch's blow can be called a splitting of the earth, but at this time, it fell on the elf, and it was inexplicably unloaded layer by layer, becoming a slap that did not hurt or itch.

Lucieux received this slap, spun twice in a very ostentatious way, and fell to the ground. She covered her "hot" face, and her long black hair was scattered so that she couldn't see her face clearly.

After a moment of silence, the elf sniffed twice.

"You're hitting me again."

The black-haired elf's big eyes were holding back tears, "You want to abandon me again!" ”

That voice, that sorrow, is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

Grazter looked around from side to side, and all the demons were unconsciously standing far away from him, looking at the two of them with strange eyes.

The Kwasai demons have big mouths and drools, and the succubi pouting sheep's hooves and hugging their chests and ears, and from time to time there is a "tsk! "What a king!" Such a sigh.

Elves are good creatures, mortal enemies of the abyss, and both the body and soul of elves are the supreme delicacy of the abyss. If an elf appears in the abyss, the demons will swarm it like flies and dismantle it.

But it seems like that's not bad now!

Some people think that there is only brutality and killing in the abyss, which is a prejudice, and there is absolutely no shortage of art in the abyss, because all artists fall into the abyss when they die - just like all bankers go to hell - half of the seducers are artists, they are just bad.

Just imagine, a beautiful and kind elf falls in love with an abyssal lord. She put aside her worldly prejudices and chased thousands of miles to the abyss and reunited with her husband.

This is great love, a great victory in the abyss!

The demons were in high spirits, and even an artistic decoy demon was so excited that he pounced on it and killed a demon hunting spider!

As a client, Grazt has absolutely no thoughts about love and art, and he knows what Lucieu has done.

This is definitely a revenge hunt, right?

Grazt's body ignited with the black flames of the abyss, and he drew a huge blade of fire demons, which had been stained with the blood of the gods, and could destroy enemies in terms of rules. This is his biggest hole card, and now he delivers a full blow to the fallen elf.

Lucieu cringed in the face of the monstrous blade, and then cried again, "You murder me again!" Murder me again! Wow!!! ”

The Force Roars!

When a Sith Master inspires the Force in his body to boil and slam straight ahead, a spell-like effect similar to a banshee's scream is created - but the power of the two is worlds apart.

Grazt held the Divine Blood Blade in front of him, barely smashing it to pieces on the spot. But many of his men who accidentally stood behind him were not so lucky. Whether it was a powerful fire demon or a low-level demon dog, it exploded into a blood mist in an instant.

And he won't last long, the blade of divine blood in his hand will theoretically never be broken. But in the roar of the Force, like the papier-mâché, a few breaths of time are already full of holes.

Grazt in the center of the storm was frightened, but he was in a hurry, he was originally a smart guy, and Grazt was suddenly blessed with his soul at the moment of life and death. He quickly knelt down!

"Great God!"

Keep crying.

"Queen!"

Turned his head and continued to cry.

"Grandma!"

I cried even more.

"Husband...... Madam! ”

Nodding. Well, it seems that the number of roads is right.

"Madame, don't cry! How could I abandon you? Grazt's demon face actually squeezed out an extremely sincere look, and his crazy performance showed that the desire to survive was also very strong.

"And you just hit me?" The elf squinted at him.

Grazt slapped himself twice with his backhand, and these two slaps were pumped up, and the scumbag's brain was even brighter.

"Didn't my hand slip just now hahaha, how could I be willing to hit Madame."

It seems that this statement is quite passable, Lucie broke into tears and laughed, the Force roared and ended, and even in order to meet the occasion, the blood-red sky of the bottomless abyss also "saw the sun" and sprinkled a few rays of sunshine, rendering the atmosphere.

The Demon Lord didn't care about the sunshine anymore, and he suddenly realized that he was afraid that he was in big trouble.

Lucie looked at him shyly and asked, "Husband, why are you in a daze?" ”

The Grazt scumbag is extremely experienced, and while helping Lucieu up, he replied casually: "Madame's face makes me dizzy, and I can't distinguish things for a while......"

"Hahaha, I hate it, my mouth is so sweet!" Lucie's eyebrows curled as she swung her small fist and sent Grazt flying hundreds of meters with a single punch, crashing through a dozen cliffs before stopping.