Hell yes! Where did this guy come from, Atama scolded in his heart, but then remembered that it seemed that when he came, someone had indeed reported that there was a team of demon hunters led by the young noble ladies of Great Britain, who was resting in the church, but the cautious Atama did not want any accidents, and he was more willing to complete the ritual safely before considering whether to eat the souls of these people by the way.

But they actually came to the door?

This is ridiculous, although he is the lowest level of the horn demon in hell, but he is also a demon, not some unpopular monster or something else, this demon hunter is planning to kill himself?

Although he looked a little tall, and Atama himself was a little cautious, the demon still had most of the odds of winning and crushing against humans, even if they were a more powerful human, so he just squinted his eyes and looked at Judbris.

"Who, you?"

He tried to make his voice as indifferent and contemptuous as he could, as if the demons were speaking to him, and to match his tone and gesture, Atama even drew a flaming whip and circled it around, pumping out clusters of sparks.

Although Atamar knew the Dao, and his own fire whip was like a small firecracker and a missile compared to the fire whip of the Fire Demon Clan, these humans may not know the Dao, demons, and hell, such things have long since disappeared from this continent. But it seemed to have some effect, and the other party stopped. Then look at him.

And then he actually moved again! It's still coming towards itself!

If you apply the habits in the real world, Atama only wants to roar in his heart at such a time: This is not scientific! Lao Tzu is a demon, he really encountered a demon, human beings should not immediately be frightened and scared, and then run away, wanting to run away and report the information, and in the long run, of course, it is impossible for him to return, Atama will inevitably follow behind. In the fear and trepidation of the other party. Hunt each other slowly.

This is the normal script, or rather, in the more than ten years of Atama's history on this continent, it has been almost like this. Before you meet an enemy who can really threaten. He has long since disappeared. Like the elite vampires of the Commonwealth of Travania, the mages of the British Empire, the heroic warriors and priests of the Norse Temple, and the knights and priests of the damned church. Fortunately, most of these people who can pose a threat to him are acting in groups, and they are always very moving, and those who are lonely, and the demon hunters who meet him, just like a normal script, are occupied by fear and despair after seeing his demon body, and are hunted by him in the constant escape.

But this guy is still walking towards him!

While feeling a trace of panic, the contempt and arrogance of the demon race in Atama's heart in the face of human beings also spontaneously emerged at this time, those yellow eyes suddenly opened, and the fire whip appeared in his hand again, and then whistled towards the person.

Even if I am the lowest demon, it will be easy to kill a human.

Atamar thought as the whip whistled and whistled at the same time.

In Atama's imagination, that person should have been caught off guard, directly whipped into a charred corpse by the fire whip, or in a hurry, or confidently pulled out some magic defense scroll - hell, those low-level defense scrolls, it is impossible to defend against his own fire whip at all, at most it can be blocked, but this human will still be swept away by the huge force, slammed against the wall, and then all the internal organs will be shocked and bleed, and then die in terror.

It just exists in the imagination.

Atama's eyes widened again, not because he had attacked again, but because of the stunned situation that made his eyes widen as the other had grabbed his flaming whip.

He stretched out his hand, and with a snap, grabbed the whip he had drawn.

The flames on the fire whip are still burning, but the other party's hand is not damaged at all, hell, it is not an ordinary flame, but a hellfire, although it is not so pure, but it still has the attributes of hellfire, he actually grabbed it like that!

Atamar hadn't expressed his surprise in anger or shock, and the other party had already turned his eyes to him.

"Sheep's Horn Demon...... Is it that majestic now? ”

Then his eyes turned the blood-red that Atamar was most familiar with.

Bloodsucker! Hell, and maybe an elite vampire as well! The average vampire can't catch his whip, damn it! Among vampires, when has there been such a tall and sturdy existence, like a barbarian!

And vampires appear here, what the hell are they doing ?! Shouldn't they be in the easternmost part of the world, busy assassinating other nations and powerful leaders, and anxious about the attack of the Church, while also guarding against the fall of the Norse Temple? In such a continental war that is related to the survival of the whole race, there is an elite vampire who has run to the westernmost part of the continent, what is he going to do?!

Before Atama could figure this out of the question, an even bigger problem struck again—this time from the sky.

Behind Atama, it suddenly seemed to fall from the sky, boom, and a person suddenly appeared, in fact, Atamar didn't even know whether his intuition was wrong first, or the other party appeared first, only to feel the terrifying and huge breath of death and the power of darkness, in short, all the feelings, combined is, boom, a terrifying existence with a pure breath of death and dark power appeared behind Atama.

This breath of death and the purity of darkness, even in hell, Atamar can rarely see which high-level demon can have, even the commander of a legion, his own strength may be chaotic, violent, or angry, such a simple and pure, almost pure to the extreme of the power of the force, Atama has only seen it in one person, and also knows the description of the demon clan about the power of the demon clan - the purer the origin of the power of the force. Then the bloodline will be purer.

So Atama didn't even look back, he had already knelt down subconsciously, and he could feel it himself, and the consciousness in the depths of his soul was trembling.

Hell, isn't it true that the purer the bloodline, the more severely it will be sealed and restricted between hell and the continent? Such a pure power exists, either a demon king or a certain monarch's direct bloodline, how can it be, how can it appear on the ground?

Although he roared in his heart that it was unreasonable, that it was not normal, Atama was still half-kneeling. Trembling, he slowly turned his body. He didn't even dare to raise his head, but when he saw the other party's black scaly feet that shone like black armor, he immediately said in the most humble and sincere tone.

"Your Excellency, what is the wind that has brought you to the continent of Europa? Atama. Deredek. Cassoni Barni. The most humble and dustless of the Sheephorn Demon Clan is below. I would like to offer you the most pious praise and blessings! ”

Looking at the Sheep Horn Demon who didn't even dare to raise his head, Zhou Chu only felt stunned for a while, although he did have an initial form of perfection and full body. The idea of scaring and threatening the other party with the power of the Lich King is too good and effective.

It seemed that the class system and the degree of suppression of power among the demon clan were much more serious than he thought.

Zhou Chu cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

"Stand up and speak, Atama, what the hell are you doing here?"

Although he had obtained the permission of the other party, Atama was still cautious and cautious, with a posture of raising and lowering, completely expressing his awe, which gave Zhou Chu's appearance a full view, although Zhou Chu's appearance was not in Atama's memory, and the appearance of any demon race was similar, but it was also like this, so that the purity and identity of the other party's bloodline could be more and more explained, only pure, the direct blood of the demon king, or others, was closer to human beings, or similar in appearance to any demon race, but different, Or something very different.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him has the obvious and typical characteristics of most demons, the horns on his head, the tentacles on his back, the black scales, and the huge hands and bone blades, and what makes Atamar even more convinced is the sense of majesty that only the superior can have, which makes Atamar fearful, as well as the pure power of death and darkness, and there seems to be a trace of blood in the middle.

Lord Lucifer? Lord Belusebabu? Or Lord Azazel? Or Mammon, Asmantis, Lord Leviathan? Or is it Belia-sama?

The names of the kings and demon kings flashed through Atamar's mind, but she couldn't connect with the one in front of her, or was it the breath of the Blood, Lord Lilith?

Speculation was constantly going on in his heart, but Atama still answered respectfully to the other party's question.

"Honorable Lord, I am building a path to hell."

"For what?" Zhou Chu asked, in the few days on the mainland, because of the relationship between vampires, Zhou Chu also learned a little about some of the secrets and history of the continent, between hell and the continent, isolated by a powerful forbidden spell, the passage between the two worlds is almost extremely difficult and dangerous.

"Before that, can I dare to ask, which king's direct family and relatives are you?" Atama asked tremblingly, although this question might cause the other party's anger, but Atama still had to ask hard, because it was related to whether he could answer the other party's question, if this adult was the direct family of several other adults, then his own life was hanging here, and he couldn't answer it.

Before Zhou Chu could answer, Judblis over there had already opened his mouth.

"Despicable inferior demon, such a question can also be asked? But it doesn't hurt to tell you, Lord Cadias, who is a descendant of the Fallen Gods, not the original line, and, Inferior Demon, please keep your respect and fear, Lord Cadias, pure blood! ”

Just revealed two pieces of information, and instantly blew Atamar to pieces, and when the vampire said that this Lord Cadias was a fallen god, Atamar felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, but this ecstasy was not over, and the next sentence immediately blew his whole person to pieces.

Pure bloodline!!

These four words made Atama's pupils shrink and dilate in an instant, and they contracted and dilated, and after repeating them countless times, he asked tremblingly.

"Vampire, is that true?"

"Hmph, I need to lie to an inferior demon like you? If the explanations of Her Majesty Iphitris and Lord Lilith are not able to prove Master Cadias, then who can prove it? ”

Ephitris...... The current queen of the vampire, if the queen admits and proves it, it is most likely true...... Atama thought, but then he ...... For a moment, Lilith?!

Lilith-sama? Queen of the Night?

He was about to speak, but Master Cadias had already confirmed his suspicion once again.

"It's the Queen of the Night you know, and she's been freed by me." (To be continued......)