After getting the crown, the water god Bartlet couldn't wait to rush to hell, and after entering hell, the sky was dark, and the land of hell was full of countless palaces, similar to heaven, and those demon gods had their own palaces.

Soon he found the court of fear where the Dread Demon King was, although heaven and hell have been together for a long time, but for the water god Bartlet, it still feels novel, the royal court built with flesh and blood exudes a strong putrid smell, more like a mountain of corpses, there is no scene of the royal court, except for the large.

"It's sympathetic that these guys live in this kind of place. Bartlet looked at the palace and walked along the flesh-paved corridor, which was long and narrow, and said it was flesh, but unlike ordinary flesh, it was only flesh and no blood, and the corpses were sallow, as if they had been soaked in water.

The corpse was quite hard to step on, harder than a stone, and slippery, and it was possible to fall if you were not careful, but that was for mortals, and the gods of the demons and the gods of heaven would not slip easily.

The palace composed of sallow flesh is more like a cave, and there are human corpses everywhere, which are all corpses from the mortal world, the Dread Demon King, as the name suggests, but all those in the mortal world who die because of fear will gather here, their souls are imprisoned, and their corpses are used to build the palace.

The Dreadlord has a rather bold idea, if enough corpses are collected, he also plans to build a garden, which is not an ordinary flower, but the flower of fear by the head of all evil, this kind of flower can only grow in hell, and needs to be raised with soul as fertilizer, the flowers are quite ugly, gray all over, and it is usually covered with some parasites of hell, which is disgusting, but for the demon gods of hell, this flower is quite beautiful, after all, it is a flower that only hell can have, these demon gods have a different understanding of beauty from the gods and mortals, they think that killing is quite beautiful, but many people hate it。

There are also corpses in the palace that are hung as ornaments, like wind chimes, swaying in the wind, but more like a concentration camp for hanged ghosts.

The Dreadlord has a very good way, he pries open the mouths of those corpses, and holds them against a small stick to prevent them from closing, and when the wind pours in, it makes a whirring sound, which is quite interesting, of course, ordinary people can't find fun in it, only endless fear.

These corpses are not dead, they are able to speak after they have fallen into Hell, so they occasionally moan in pain, and it is also a way for the Dreadlord to adjust his life, sometimes he will gather some of the dead corpses and lash them with his fear chant until they let out a cry of pain.

The Fear Chant is a whip made of the vocal cords of the dead of Hell, and it took hundreds of years to pull the vocal cords from the dead bodies of the dead who had fallen into Hell, and to find the craftsmen of Hell, and every swing made the souls of Hell's weep.

After leaving the meeting and returning to his palace, what happened in heaven had nothing to do with him, and he lay down in front of his shop window and looked at the carefully collected crowns, some of which came from dead kings, some of which came from dead companions in hell, all of whom had their own origins, and who were all great men, and which seemed to him to be exquisite works of art that needed to be cared for, and which were also the best proof of his achievements.

Open the window and wipe the dust off it with a towel, which is made of human skin

In short, everything here has a lot to do with the corpse.

After wiping it and putting it back in, now he still lacks a lot of loot, some cupboards are still empty, there are not many kings in the mortal world, and he can only hope that his companions in hell will die more to fill the void, of course, if the gods of heaven die, it is best to get their crowns.

After admiring for a while, he suddenly used a huge curtain to cover all those cabinets, removed a corpse hanging above his head, and returned to his throne, his throne is also composed of corpses, compared to the corpses that make up the palace, the corpses that make up the throne are more special, these corpses are either rich or expensive, they are always those who have a lot of status in the world, these people deceive the ordinary people when they are in the mortal world, and flaunt themselves.

Of course, the demon gods of Hell were not expected by them, so they were sent to Hell when they died, and became part of those thrones, and many of their heads were squeezed with painful expressions.

After a while, the Dreadlord visibly lost his patience and whispered, "Since you're here, why don't you be more open-minded, could it be that the gods from heaven are also cowards." ”

At this time, a faint light emerged from the cracks in the corpses that had been hung up as ornaments, and someone cautiously walked in to avoid the hanging corpses.

"It's rare for you to come to hell, but I don't really like sneaky people. The Dreadlord spotted the visitor's face and greeted him with a sinister smile.

Bartlet was frightened along the way, this kind of palace was not only devoid of beauty, but it was a place more terrible than the dungeon of heaven, and there was a terrible smell everywhere, and there were many parasites on the corpses, and one could not even be interested in eating at a glance.

If it were him, he would rather be locked up in a heavenly dungeon like Simonley, where it was at least clean and didn't smell so disgusting.

With a stick in his hand, he pushed away a shaking corpse in front of him, walked to the throne, pinched his nose and frowned, "I heard that the demon gods of hell have some special fetishes, but I didn't expect your fetishes to be so ...... Not adapting. ”

Believing that he had been tactful enough, the Dreadlord grabbed a twisted head, glanced at it as if it were a work of art, and threw it to a visitor in the palace. "It's not a special fetish, but we hate your heavenly ornaments, which are flashy. ”

Bartlet's stick pierced the head that had been thrown directly with the stick in his hand, and the head let out a miserable cry, and his face distorted even more, and after a glance, he immediately threw the head on the stick aside, and continued to pinch his nose, shaking off the human body grease on the stick. "It's better to be flashy than stinky. ”

"If you don't like it, you don't have to visit here. "The Dreadlord was a little dissatisfied with what the guest said, and the guest was not polite to comment on the host.

Bartlet thought to himself, "He wouldn't have come here even if there was the most tempting thing here, or if the Father of the Gods, who had become a heavenly god, was to stay in such a place, he would rather be a mortal farmer." He saluted with a smile on his face. "I apologize to you for what you just did. ”

The people of heaven must have special needs when they come here, otherwise the other party will never put down their bodies so respectfully, and the fear demon king goes straight to the point. "If you have something to hurry up, I don't

Willing to talk to the sissies of heaven. ”

But the gods of heaven do look more pleasing to the eye than the four arms and a pair of wings as big as flies. Bartlet pulled out a box from his back, the size of a human head.

The Dreadlord looked at the head-sized box and frowned slightly. "If you want to give me a gift, it's better to show some sincerity, I won't accept ordinary gifts. ”

Bartlet glanced around the palace, trying to avoid the distorted faces, and after a moment his gaze turned back to the Dreadlord, with a strange expression, and whispered, "Dreadlord, I know you have a fetish. ”

"I have many habits, such as cutting off the head of a mysterious god and putting it in a jar to enjoy as a work of art. "The Dreadlord is clearly not interested in wasting time with the other party.

Bartlet's face froze for a moment, looking embarrassed. "No kidding, I'm serious, you like crowns, all the crowns with origins, you've collected a lot, right? ”

Suddenly thinking of something, the Dreadlord left his throne and shook his fat body to Bartlet, staring at the chest, he reached for it.

Bartlet retrieved the box. "Wait a minute, we'll have to talk about the conditions. ”

The Dreaddemon King was quite embarrassed, withdrew his hand, squinted at the person in front of him, and sneered: "That's right, I have such a hobby, but I don't like all crowns, you must have some special provenance, don't try to fool me with some rags, deceive me." ”

Bartlet hesitated, then opened the chest, revealing a gap, and light emanated from the chest, a blinding white light that caused the Dreadlord to block his eyes with his arm and take a few steps back.

The corpses in the dimly lit hall let out screams of pain after being illuminated by the light, and their souls twisted until they disappeared completely, and the palace immediately became quite a mess.

"What's that?" The Dreadlord couldn't see what was inside the box due to the glare of light, but he was sure it was a pretty good treasure.

"The crown of the angels of courage. With a smug expression, Bartlet opened the chest completely, and the blinding light caused more corpses to melt throughout the palace, and screams began one after another.

The Dreadlord squinted at the crown that was completely revealed, and after a moment, he reacted and quickly rushed forward, taking the exquisite crown out of the box.

"I know you appreciate his head more, but now that his crown is able to represent his head, now I give him to you. Bartlet looked at the delighted demon god of hell. "But I have one condition. ”

The Dreadlord can't put it down, he does like the crown, but he prefers the head of the Angel of Courage, because his head is quite special, the head of the Angel of Courage is changed from the finger of the creator at the top of the highest mountain in heaven and hell, Otis Peak, the five archangels of heaven they all have something to envy, and the most enviable thing about the Angel of Courage is the head.

Now there are no heads, only crowns, but enough. "Dear guest, please wait. "He has a fairly easy way to verify the authenticity of this crown, he only needs to throw the crown into the furnace to be able to tell, ordinary crowns thrown into the furnace of hell will definitely be melted, but the heavenly crown with special abilities will not, the crown is thrown into the hot furnace, without the slightest change, emitting a strong light to make the magma cool quickly.

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