A crown, two pairs of transparent wings, huge compound eyes, and a symbol of a serrated sword with two snakes entwined around it.

Any demon, even any living creature in hell, even anyone who has even the slightest study of hell and demons, understands what this means.

The Great Demon Beelzebub, with a series of titles such as "Ghost King", "Commander of Hell", "Seven Demon Kings", "Head of Demon God", one of the candidates for the throne of "the strongest in hell", the highest ruler of all demons - he even rules more subordinates than Lucifer, who is generally called the "Demon King". It was only in the battle between Heaven and Hell that year, that he sat in the center of the Hell Army, and Lucifer presided over the frontline battle, which caused Lucifer to be more famous than him.

Norman Speke was completely frightened, he lay on the ground, not daring to move, and thought about defending himself twice, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

Commander-in-Chief Beelzebub was never a man of generosity and mercy - the word "generosity" was never in the devil's dictionary, and this affection was not a virtue for them, but a disadvantage.

The only thing he could do as a sinner who offended the Great Commander was to honestly wait for punishment – even if it would be a brutal death.

But Alice didn't kill him.

Not to mention that she just borrowed a doll to come here, even if she came herself, it would not be so easy to kill Norman Speke. Even if Norman Speke was lying on the ground waiting to be beaten now, she would not dare to act rashly.

After all...... She's not the "ghost king Beelzebub" in hell, she's not that strong!

However, as soon as Alice's eyes rolled, she had a bad idea.

"Look up. She said in a cold, casual tone.

Norman Speke looked up with a shudder.

In the next moment, the eyes of both sides met.

Speke's expression suddenly became terrified, but he didn't dare to move. It wasn't until a few seconds later, accompanied by a sneer from Alice, that he screamed and fell to the sky.

He rolled around on the ground, screaming as he went, as if he had been beaten on the ground by a group of sturdy orcs who were two and a half meters tall - perhaps with auxiliary tools such as maces and maces, and launched targeted special attacks on certain human organs that needed harmony - in short, it was the kind of tragedy that would definitely be identified as disabled or even severely disabled if sent to a hospital on Earth.

As a demon with three-quarters demon blood, Speke has excellent self-recovery abilities, and it is not easy to leave him severely disabled. If he can travel to Earth, even if he loses the power of magic, he can rely on his excellent resilience to become an excellent endurance athlete, such as running a marathon or something.

But now, he felt that his body had completely lost its power, and even the power of recovery and magic that he was proud of had almost completely dissipated—no, none of that mattered, most importantly, the imprint engraved in the deepest part of his soul, the symbol of his demonic identity, the blood that ruled over the mixed blood in his body, so that the unknown origin of the fourth quarter would not affect the other three-quarters, so that the power that caused the complete collapse of his body seemed to dissipate.

"No!

Speke screamed, rolling on the ground and struggling, his hands and feet twitching involuntarily. Spit and blood kept pouring from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth, but he didn't have the strength to wipe it.

Alice erased the imprint of his soul from a superior demon.

For her, it's not that hard. Norman Speek's superior demon strength is not weak, but it is still far from the level of the seventy-two demon kings, with her rank, if she wants to erase the other party's brand, as long as Speke himself does not resist, it will not be a problem at all.

After all...... When he was sent to the world, Norman Speke actually did not step into the legend, and he was even far from this level. It was only after he came into contact with the magic system of the world that he became a great magician through his own study and research, and finally stepped into the legendary level.

With his current strength, he may even have surpassed his superiors. If he can go back to hell, maybe he will put on a counterattack play.

Of course, none of this is possible.

Now Norman Speke's soul is no longer branded as a high demon, and without this, as a half-blood demon, he will face the biggest danger - blood purification.

The Demon Bloodline is very powerful, and it is difficult for it to coexist with ordinary bloodlines - at least Speke's own non-quartering Demon Bloodline is not enough for this. According to the normal situation, when a demon reaches adulthood, the demonic bloodline that grows in his body will spontaneously reject the inferior bloodline.

This situation is not necessarily a bad thing, on the contrary, it may be able to make Norman Speke evolve into a pure-blood demon. But what is the possibility...... Anyway, it's possible, and the half-blood demon is not a rare resource, and there are thousands of deaths of eight hundred, in exchange for one or two pure-blood demons, this business is done.

But for Speke himself, this business obviously can't be done! He is not the "European Emperor" that the traversers often talk about, where can he have such good luck!

In fact, he could clearly feel that his veins were crumbling, and if nothing else, he would soon die from it, turning into a pool of pus and blood that smelled of sulfur.

"Ahh

He screamed and rolled.

Alice looked at him coldly and didn't say a word.

After a few more seconds, Speek, though still in pain, no longer had the strength to roll.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he vaguely guessed something.

Although he himself thought this conjecture was ridiculous, he ...... When death is imminent, even if it is a straw, you must grasp it!

So he changed his habitual statement.

"Ahh

Alice finally smiled.

"It's a bit sluggish, but it's not hopeless. She walked up to Speke, crouched down, and pointed her right hand at the center of the other's eyebrows.

With the rustle of insect bites, Norman Speke's eyebrows appeared with the symbol of two snakes wrapped around the serrated sword.

This means that he was branded as the "ghost king" Beelzebub and became a slave of Beelzebub – or rather, Alice.

With all this done, Alice stood up again, her gaze cold again.

Feeling that his body had regained some strength, Speke struggled to crawl in front of her with the joy of escaping death and great confusion, and wanted to kiss her toes, but she kicked her out.

"If you want to pledge your allegiance to me, prove that you have the qualifications!" she said emotionlessly.

After a while, when the traversers rushed into the institute, they saw Alice sitting in the chair she had brought with her, reading a book, and Norman Speke, who was kneeling next to her, smiling flatteringly, carefully fanning her.