Lucieu stared at Grazt, the demon maharaja, lying on his back on the huge bed, his hands touching his belly.

No matter what the black-haired elf said to him, he squinted his eyes and repeated the same sentence, seemingly intending to carry the confrontation through to the end.

The cold, slippery Force wrapped around him, holding him high in the center of the hall, the touch like a giant python crawling over his body.

"My husband seems to be too tired from work." Lucie walked over with a smile, "Do you want to try the massage, my technique, but it's great." ”

Grazt understood this, and it seemed that whether the wind was strong or not depended entirely on his mood. The demon cracked its mouth and laughed arrogantly.

"You think torture will bring me to my knees?! Naive! Demons are never slaves! ”

Grazt, who was hung in the air by the Force's choked tentacles, was able to make such an impassioned statement. If you replace his huge, ugly face with hardened bones and fiery magma in the crevices with a paladin's thick eyebrows and big eyes, you might really think that this is some kind of great revolutionary manifesto.

Lucieux crouched on the ground, her chin propped up in her hands, and looked up.

"Husband, why do you think that I will really whip you?" She said,

"The perception of pain runs through the way of the Sith. From the very first lesson, we open the eyes of pain and savor it like a thirsty desert traveler licking nectar.

Our understanding of suffering is far greater than any life in the multiverse. For the same reason, our ability to cause suffering is crowned by the heavens.

So, why do you think that I will whip you like a primitive man? How can a person who is accustomed to drinking nectar drink rancid water? ”

How can you drink rancid water!!!!!

Lucieux had always spoken softly, but this last word rang in Grazt's ears like a thunderous roar.

It's not that Lucieu raises her voice, it's that she's amplifying Grazt's physical perception to the limit through Force resonance.

Imagine if a soft whisper could turn into a thunderous roar, what would happen to the pain of tightening your limbs and being suspended.

The demon's pain perception was magnified hundreds of times, and his will was like steel, and under the highest strength technique, it also turned into boiling molten iron, pouring into his limbs and hundreds of remains.

Grazt struggled frantically in pain, but he couldn't break free from the Sith Master's grip no matter what. And the struggle made his pain even more irresistible, what dignity, what persistence, under the extreme pain, the ice disintegrated.

Grazt's howl gradually subsided, turning into a plea:

"Stop... Beg... Please... I..."

"The wind is too loud for me to hear!" Lucie returned the favor, then clapped her hands and got up to leave.

"I'll go sleep for a while, if my husband has anything to say, I'll talk about it when I wake up."

The above is what happened to Grazt, the Lord of the Darkness, in the past few days, since Lucieu settled in the castle, the Demon Lord has tried poisoning, sneak attacks, fighting, trying to escape, trying to ignore. But all this is meaningless in the face of absolute crushing.

Now, he has only one last way to go.

Grazt took one last look at the vast wasteland and the dark city, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his vicious eyes. When any life is about to die, it will reveal such attachment, attachment to life.

Demons, never slaves! Grazt, the Dark Lord, has already made up his mind to die.

He walked into the inner courtyard and saw Lucieu reading a book.

She was half-leaning on the railing of the fountain, her upper body resting on the handrail, her long black hair fluttering in the wind. Her brow furrowed occasionally, occasionally stretched, and then turned a page. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she was humming something in a low voice because she thought of something happy.

Grazt was suddenly in a trance, such a scene seemed familiar. Many years ago, when he was in the court of the elves in the court of the elves, he often saw Lucie like this, half-leaning on the trunk of a tree and reading a book of elven songs.

Then Grazt would deliberately make a sound, and Lucieu would hear it, put down the book, smile, and open her hands in anticipation of a hug from her lover.

If this was not the abyss, if it wasn't the dark castle, if the fountain wasn't spewing blood, and if the railing wasn't Sensen's bones, Grazt would have thought he had returned to the time when he was on Emerald Grove Island.

"Ahem......"

The demon made a noise and signaled that he was coming. Lucieux put down the book and looked at him suspiciously. Grazter calmed down the distractions and said in the gentlest way:

"Lucieu, can I hug you. It's like...... It used to be like that. ”

The elf tilted his head to look at him for a moment, then stretched out his hands generously.

"Okay, give you a hug."

The big demon, more than three meters tall, half-knelt in front of the elf and took her into his arms.

"Thank you......" Grazter muttered to herself, then detonated her own soul.

Demons are cunning villains who will do anything unreasonable to save their lives.

But that doesn't mean the devil doesn't have dignity.

After trying everything he could, Grazt chose to blow himself up. The soul of a demon lord was completely detonated, enough to destroy half of the abyss. He hoped that such a powerful force could kill Lucieux—a demon that, even if it was self-destruction, it wanted to bring harm to others.

In the last moments of his life, Grazt heard Lucieux laugh.

"Husband, are you still so naïve......"

The demon's entire body was energized, and the power that turned into destruction suddenly exploded. Such a force is unstoppable, unless—a more violent force!

The next moment, the surging energy from Grazt's self-explosion was suppressed by the more violent force, and instead he retreated, and was finally pressed tightly into a bubble the size of a crystal ball.

Force Barrier: Reverse!

"It's so naïve~ hahahahaha!" Lucie happily looked at the bubble in her hand, which contained a brilliant reddish-brown flame and an ever-changing brilliance.

All the power generated by the Demon Lord's self-explosion was all in it, and it did not disappear, but it was firmly fixed by the Force in such a small range.

In fact, it was not only the energy inside, but also the dust of Grazt's body, the powder of the soul, and even everything that the demon had—only lost its original state.

Lucie cautiously took out a dark gold key, inserted it into the energy bubble, and twisted it.

Key to the Void: The ultimate in science and alchemy, a miracle that comes together. It can inversely calculate the trajectory of all elementary particles in a small area and push them back to their original state.

The sound of the door opening was faintly heard in the void, and the key to the void turned into a little starlight, seeping into the energy mass generated by the Demon Lord's self-explosion.

In a moment, the explosion was reversed, and Grazt fell back to the ground, and he looked at his intact body with a howl of horror on his face.

"How is that possible!"

When the soul explodes, the soul is scattered, and it will destroy all the imprints of life, and even the gods cannot save it. If Lucieu could do this, wouldn't it mean that he couldn't even self-destruct and escape from this terrible monster in front of him!

"When I came, Fei Fei told me that demon souls are very unstable and easy to explode. I believe her, Fei Fei's demonology is a perfect score. ”

Lucie patted Grazt's head and tried to comfort her, after all, it was easy to panic after such a catastrophe.

"I wondered at the time, if a demon as powerful as my husband would explode so often. So, I asked for a box of Void Keys with Your Excellency the Commander. ”

She pulled out another dark gold key and showed off to the demon: "One key can reverse the explosion."

The corners of her mouth turned up, and the tail note dragged on: "Do you want to try again?" ”

Grazt squeezed out a dry laugh: "Hah. Ha. Ha. Madame laughed. ”

He has the courage to die once, but it does not mean that he has the courage to die a second time. In this regard, the demon and the human category are no different.

Moreover, what if you muster the courage to die, you will be brought back to life in seconds. Grazt no longer wanted to resist now.

It's a pity that his wife doesn't think so.

"It's okay, I have a lot of keys, it's okay to blow it up again!"

Lucieure's face twisted with a twisted smile.

Grazt wanted to run out even as he rolled and crawled, but unfortunately a Force probe pierced his soul core accurately, and the powerful power carried by the probe detonated his soul again.

Seconds later, the intact Glazt fell to the canvas. Maybe there was no physical harm, but the mental pressure of experiencing death twice made this powerful demon a little unbearable.

He was sweating profusely and panting.

"Husband, let's have a discussion." Lucie handed him a piece of tissue paper to wipe his sweat, God knows where such a small one is enough to wipe it, "In the future, without my permission, you can't just explode, okay." ”

Grazt's two paws clenched the tissue paper, not daring to throw it away, or God knows how crazy Lucieu would happen again.

"You win, I'll give up!" In his voice, there was no longer the majesty of the Demon Lord, but with a heavy sadness, "What do you want me to do!" ”

"Do what?" The elf pretended to be surprised, "Of course it's a good time to be together~."

Husband, please don't play these little tempers anymore, okay? I'm a gentle lady, but please be considerate of my feelings. ”

"Can you agree?"

"I see." Grazter got up and stood respectfully beside Lucieu.

At this point, the battle plan of the Lord of Lucie** Darkness has successfully completed the first stage.