Briston, the city of hell.

In the towering castle, in a huge dark red stone house, the demon lord Serren sat in front of a huge stone platform, looking through a huge and heavy book, and several thick dark red candles on the stone platform, emitting a candlelight that was not particularly bright.

Selren is one of the most special beings of all the infernal races, he is not a fighting demon, but a lord demon, who has been guarding Briston for hundreds of years, and has been guarding Briston since that great war.

Although he is not a fighting demon, Seren's terrifying strength has always been a secret that no one knows in the Hell Clan, because in the entire Hell Clan, all the Hell Archdemons are as well-behaved as a little hell monster in front of Serren.

In the Hell Race, Serren is also special in that many of his styles are not like a demon lord, but more like a human lord, he has short black hair, and his red skin looks a bit unusual among the hell demons, because most of the hell demons have dark red skin tones, which makes Serren's skin tone look very different among the demons.

Aside from the color of his skin, the forehead horns on Serren's forehead are not as thick and sharp as those of other demons, and the length of his forehead horns is shorter than that of demons.

Pushing away the heavy book, Serren grabbed a piece of somewhat thick vellum paper, sat upright, and picked up a slender goose feather pen, slowly writing something on the vellum paper, raising his hand from time to time to dip the goose feather pen into the ink on the stone table, and then continued to write.

"Whoa... ......A strange voice sounded from far and near, and an extremely strong fifth-order elite creature of the Hell Race, the evil god, walked over respectfully with his head buried in his whole body.

Demon Whisper: "Lord Serren, Great Demon Lord, Keeper of Briston, and Leader of the Demons of Hell!Simonli Raymond Geton Chucks of the Terran town of Fini is dead. The god's deep voice echoed through the empty room.

Selren slowly raised his head, and the flames of the candles on the stone platform instantly "poofed" up, and the light in the entire stone room became a little brighter.

The invisible aura pressed the evil god to the ground in an instant, crawling and unable to move, only lying on the ground and shivering.

Demon Whisper: "Who is it?" asked Serren with a hideous face!

Demon Whisper: "No... No... I don't know......" replied to the evil god on the ground, trembling all over.

Serren's eyes were cold, his brows furrowed deeply, and the candle flame on the stone platform instantly became messy and fluttering.

The fifth-order evil god lying on the ground only felt a greater heavy pressure instantly pressing on his back, almost crushing, trembling with extreme fear, and even breathing to death, for fear that the slightest sound would anger Seren.

Demon Whisper: "Let Fiona come to me." Serren said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the fifth-order evil god only felt that the pressure on his back was clear, and he quickly stood up tremblingly, retreated step by step and left the stone house, and then gasped and trotted out of the castle.

In a mass of steel cages a few kilometers outside the castle, a woman in a reddish-brown horned helmet swung a thick, long animalskin whip and whipped it at a dark, calf-sized hellhound with three heads.

The woman's seductive red lips hung a charming mysterious smile, the bewitching beautiful face was full of mysterious allure, a reddish-brown leather blouse was tied up from the waist, pushing the entire chest together, allowing most of the incomparably delicate plumpness to be exposed under the collar, and the body full of mysterious temptation would only dry mouth if anyone looked at it.

Several of the three-headed hellhounds in front of them grinned with sharp fangs, and three pairs of blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the three-headed hellhound that was being whipped by the woman's leather whip.

It didn't take long for a long-horned demon of the fourth-order elite creature of the Hell Race wearing metal armor to walk up to her with heavy steps, and said respectfully in demonic language, "Lord Fiona, there is an evil god outside, and he said that Lord Serren wants to see you. ”

When Fiona heard the words of the horned demon, the mysterious smile on his face retracted a little, and slowly wrapped the thick and long beast skin whip back in a circle, buckled it together, hung it on his thin waist, and slowly walked out.

After walking outside, Fiona saw a strong fifth-order evil god, a brown muscular evil god with bare feet and a pair of short horns on his head.

Seeing Fiona come out, the evil god said hoarsely, "Lord Fiona, Lord Serren wants to see you, come with me." ”

Fiona nodded, and followed him out of the Hellhound's lair, which was made up of iron cages.

Soon Fiona followed the evil god to the bottom of the towering castle, and walked up the stone stairs to the stone house where Serren was, and the evil god gestured to the stone house, and then retreated, and Fiona slowly walked in with a seductive smile on his face.

"Lord Serren!" Fiona saluted, glancing at the Demon Lord Serren behind the stone platform.

Serren glanced up at Fiona, his gaze slowly falling from her face to Fiona's plump and huge chest, staring at Fiona's body unscrupulously, and after a long while, he slowly spoke: "Every time I see you, I feel that you become more charming, Fiona. ”

Hearing Serren's words, Fiona had a charming smile on her face, revealing a beautiful row of neat teeth, and she said slowly, "You're becoming more and more adept at complimenting people, Lord Serren. ”

Serren withdrew his greedy gaze, his expression slowly calmed down, and he spoke, "There has been a little accident in a small stronghold deployed by the Clan in the Arissanrite Empire, I need you to help me find out what happened, you won't let me down, will you?" ”

The smile on Fiona's face was retracted, and he asked respectfully, "Obey your call, Lord Serren, what do you need me to do?"

"One of my descendants, Simonli, is dead, in the city of Phine, below Arissanret in the kingdom of men, and in the southern part of the Duchy of Dunzlemont in Arismanreth. Serren said slowly.

Fiona's heart jumped, Simonli, Simonli, Raymond Ghedon Chaks, the seventh-order legendary-level existence of the Hell Race, was actually dead, or died in the human realm, could it be those mysterious beings in Cloudsdale?

Sellen's fingers flicked lightly on the stone platform, and a crimson domino on the stone platform slid across the stone platform, stopping firmly on the edge of the stone platform, and he said coldly: "Find out how Simon Li died, and then pass the information back." ”

"Do as you command, Lord Serren. Fiona picked up the dominoes and replied in a deep voice.