I don't know how long it took the Count to stop.

He held on to a large tree, panting violently.

This wild run is too intense for an old man. And even heavier than the exhaustion of the body is the panic of the mind.

He felt his internal organs rolling, and he couldn't help but vomit.

After vomiting for a while, he finally recovered from extreme exhaustion and panic, and sat down weakly against the tree, gasping for breath.

While gasping, I thought.

(Why?Why is this happening?It doesn't make sense!How could that His Majesty leave Hell and come to Earth?He is the commander of the Hell Demon Army, one of the Three Giants of Hell, how can he come to the world?Impossible!)

His heart was roaring, but he didn't say anything, just gasped.

He didn't dare to say it, not a word, not a syllable.

Just now, he had already recognized the identity of the silver-haired and round-faced little girl.

It wasn't a little girl at all, but the embodiment of Beelzebub, the commander of hell!

Although she restrained almost all of her strength, only revealing an insignificant trace, the strength of her strength did not matter, what mattered was the level of strength.

That power, that coercion, that terrible sense of presence that makes you want to huddle yourself into a ball to hide from its gaze...... There is no doubt that she is an extremely high-level existence, a level that is already so high that the Earl does not even dare to look up, and can only do his best to stay away.

Moreover, the demon's reaction is also proof of this.

According to the contract, it should do everything in its power to protect the Tara Khan family. But it completely abandoned the contract and bowed directly to the other party, why is this?

Because it knows that when that One appears, its own thoughts are meaningless. Whatever it does, or doesn't do, it doesn't have any effect on how things develop.

If that one wants the Tara Khan family to be destroyed, then the family will be destroyed. If He doesn't want this family to be destroyed, then no one can destroy this family.

At the moment of His appearance, the covenant loses its meaning.

The Count gasped for a moment, but the roar in his heart was replaced by a wry smile.

(I did something wrong just now!I should have gone to that majesty!)

He realized his mistake at this moment, but even if he did it all over again, his choice would not change.

At that time, he had actually almost fallen into madness, his mind completely collapsed, and only the instinct of a creature was left - the instinct to avoid danger.

Under the control of this instinct, even if he realized immediately after regaining consciousness that he had made the wrong choice, it would be useless.

The Count smiled bitterly for a moment, took out some medicines from his storage belt that could replenish his strength and lift his spirits, recovered his condition, and then staggered towards the exit of the valley, in the direction of his remnants.

When I ran away in front of that majesty just now, I must have displeased him. An ant like himself actually disliked His Majesty, so what else is there to say?

If he hadn't been able to do it, he would have even thought of dying by himself.

"It's all over...... It's all over!"

He just muttered to himself and staggered down the valley.

After walking for a while, he saw a Tarakhan soldier lying on the side of the road.

There was a clear crack in the soldier's armor, which should have been split by a sword, and blood flowed out of the crack, but it was almost dry.

"Did you escape from the magic circle before, or did you come looking for me later?"

The Count was about to ignore it, but he suddenly noticed that the soldier's right hand was holding a glowing object.

What is that?

Even though his heart was already dead, he couldn't help but be curious, and stepped forward to see what was going on.

But just as he walked up to the soldier's corpse, a sudden change occurred!

The dead soldier suddenly had a short knife in his left hand, which stabbed the unsuspecting Count with great speed, plunging deep into his stomach.

The Earl originally had many protective spells on his body, but most of them were destroyed when he resisted the magic array before, and the rest failed to work in front of this short knife.

(Spellbreaker!)

The earl was shocked, and his hands glowed with purple light, and one by one the balls of light flew out, drawing arcs and crashing on the "corpse".

The corpse was suddenly blown into the air, rolled several times in succession, and then fell to the ground motionless.

(This is ...... Real corpses?)

The Earl still has some combat experience, and when he looks at the rolling of the corpse, he knows that it is really just a corpse.

In other words, someone is hiding in the shadows and manipulating the corpse to attack him.

The man...... Who exactly?

He thought in his heart, and hurriedly grasped the short knife in his abdomen in his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled it out.

The blood flowed profusely, and with it was a sharp pain that seemed to tear all the internal organs apart.

But the Count didn't care about that, he just frowned and looked at the color of the blood he was shedding.

Red and slightly black, it contains toxicity, but it is not very toxic.

(Strange thing!Since that man wants to assassinate me, he should use a highly poisonous short knife, how can it be so poisonous?)

His heart was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to slack off in his hands, so he hurriedly took out the antidote and healing potions, and drank them one after another.

Of course, the healing potion that the Count had prepared for himself was of the highest grade, and although he did not dare to talk about resurrection from the dead or rebirth of a severed limb, he was only stabbed in the stomach and recovered in a moment. Aside from the holes and blood stains in his clothes, there were no more signs of injury.

But his antidote did not achieve the expected effect, and the toxins in his body did not mean to relieve anything, just like the antidote was a fake, just a bottle of sugar water.

The Earl was even more puzzled, but he was not particularly surprised—it would be strange if someone who could set such a trap could be dissolved by himself so easily!

"If I had been a few days ago, I would have panicked by now. He said to himself, but couldn't help but laugh, "But now...... It doesn't matter anymore. ”

Compared to angering His Majesty, there was nothing to worry about.

He walked slowly, his movements a little stiff, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

After another moment, his body shook slightly, and blood flowed out of his nostrils.

The contract was forcibly dissolved, and in a purified manner.

"No, if that's Your Majesty, why would you break the contract in this way?"

Beelzebub certainly has the ability to break any contract, but he is a dignified demon and the commander of the demon army, how could he use such a sacred means as "purification" to break the contract? This is simply ridiculous!

The Count's body shook violently, and his eyes widened.

"Do you mean...... I'm seeing a fake? Am I being scammed?"

He grew his mouth, carefully recalled the scene at that time, and suddenly found a lot of suspicions.

If that was really the embodiment of Beelzebub, then there was no need to make his shadow look that terrifying. That kind of behavior is meaningless, as if it is deliberately showing identity.

Not only that, the book that the Great Demon carried with him must be an extremely powerful magic book, why didn't he feel any magic power when he saw that book?

And the silver-haired and round-faced woman never opened her mouth, could it be that she didn't dare to speak, for fear that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would appear to lack momentum and let the scam fail?

The more the Count thought about it, the more he felt that his suspicions were justified, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

If it weren't Beelzebub, then he would have just lost his contract with the devil. Even without the help of the demons, the Tara Khan family is still an earl, and they are still the masters of this territory!

As long as you manage to escape, there is still hope!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, he heard laughter, a familiar laugh.

He turned around and looked towards the place where the laughter came, and saw a man dressed in an earl's robe, with a white beard and hair, but his eyes did not age at all, but looked wise and cunning, and walked over with a smile.

It's like ...... It's like facing a mirror.