Capturing the downed polluted puppet alive was the panda's idea.

He hadn't really thought about anything else, he just felt that these people were a little pitiful. If it can be saved, it is better to try to save it.

If it is a normal battle, this practice is naturally very self-sacrificing to save others. However, a battle with all traversers on one side cannot be considered a "normal battle" - in fact, the traversers don't care how many times they die, but they may be able to catch a few legendary subordinates, which makes them very excited, whether it is fighting, catching people or busy making seals, no one complains, on the contrary, they are all full of interest and strength.

In the midst of the chaos, Alice went to the front line of the battlefield.

"Go back quickly, it's dangerous here!" Yunero noticed her and exclaimed, "I think your puppet costs a lot, it's a pity to break it!"

Alice smiled: "Don't worry, no problem." ”

As she spoke, she continued to move forward, and the clouds walked lightly through the fierce battlefield. But strangely she didn't make a single move, as if all the attacks had avoided her.

Then, with ease, she made her way through the front row and headed for the back line of the Pollution Golems.

Panda and the others frowned, worried that she would be set on fire. But they immediately realized that the monsters had no intention of attacking Alice at all - they seemed to pretend that Alice didn't exist at all, and even Alice walked leisurely no more than five meters away from them, and they didn't react.

"What's going on?"

"Are those polluted golems the kind of interstellar players who can't see the enemy when they're close?"

"Alice, the puppet has passive invisibility?"

In the midst of the discussion, Wang Tuhao suddenly said thoughtfully: "I remember...... Alice's rank seems to be very high, right?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then understood what he meant.

In the world of demons, the "rank" is an insurmountable barrier. Although Alice's strength is not strong, her rank is ridiculously high - she is one of the commanders of the demons of hell, and the holder of the "Ghost King" Beelzebub personality, in terms of rank, is the top among all the demons, and it is already too high to be higher.

If she can really use the power of her rank freely, even if it is only a little bit, she can suppress the pollution puppets created by these demons to death, of course, she doesn't have to worry about being attacked.

Thinking of this, Panda couldn't help but say in the chat channel: "Alice, can you subdue these guys?"

"Can I just kill them, do I need to?" replied Alice.

"Kill or forget it!" Before the panda could answer, someone rushed to speak, "Is it okay to capture it alive?"

"I'm sorry, it's like cutting shredded tofu for me, it's too difficult, the point is that I haven't practiced it specifically - you don't mind if these guys are killed by me, I can practice on the spot, maybe after practicing twenty or thirty times, I can have a success rate of about 50%. ”

“...... Forget it, go ahead and do it yourself. ”

After a conversation, Alice had already walked past the tainted golems who were shooting arrows or casting spells, and disappeared to the other end of the hall.

After passing through this wide hall, the road that followed was winding but only one path, and there were no more forks. It was only as the spiral-shaped passage came to an end that she saw a few more forks.

Through the blood-colored light on the stone walls on both sides, she looked up and saw the door number of the Demon Whisper.

"Warehouse, bedroom, institute...... Why does Norman Speke write house numbers in his own house? And in demonic language...... Did he come from with OCD? Or did his painting style become homesick?"

Alice sarcastically walked to the "bedroom" first.

Walking through a passage, she saw a hellish bedroom - a boiling magma pool was constantly bubbling with sulfurous steam, the disc of flesh should be a bed, and between the sharp stalagmites, several demon plants that were drooling with their mouths open did not seem to have much energy, probably not adapted to the human environment.

I don't know how much it cost Norman Speke to build such a hellish house on earth.

Alice looked at it for a moment, shook her head, and turned to leave.

"Poor ghost, there's not a single rarity in this house!" she muttered to herself.

Then, she went to the warehouse again.

This time she was even more dissatisfied, there were actually quite a lot of things in the warehouse, but almost all of them were used by "magicians", and the goods needed by "demons" were pitiful, which was simply negligible.

"Isn't this poor guy going to use up all the special materials he can get?" she frowned, looking at the dazzling array of treasures in front of her, remembering the humble "hell's bedroom" just now, "It's really not easy to make such a room in the world...... Damn! If the Heaven and Hell version is opened, those hell resources can be easily obtained, and it would be a complete waste to engage in this kind of thing now!"

Alice, who already sees Norman Speke's fortune as her trophy, is not satisfied.

After complaining, she walked towards the institute.

This time, she saw the person she was looking for.

A figure in a heavy robe was standing next to a pool of blood. In the bubbles tumbling in the pool of blood, the body of a young man with no underwear was floating and looked like cooked meat.

"You're really easy for me to find!" Alice didn't mean to play "stealth operation", and said directly, "Norman Speke, the sin of wasting my time is very serious!"

Speke was concentrating on controlling the blood pool, carefully adjusting Brev Cyrus's transformation program, when he suddenly heard the voice of the little girl who had just spoken to him through the Void Eye, he was taken aback, and immediately rolled on the spot, hiding to the side, and at the same time sending out a spell in each hand, a dark green magic arrow and a dozen purple balls of light roared away, straight to Alice.

In the face of the fierce attack, Alice didn't even bother to dodge, and a sulfurous aura rose from her body, and she saw a circle of magic shields emerge, blocking all these attacks.

Speke was startled and hurriedly recited the incantation, the wind swirling around him, and the power of magic continued to condense in the runes rising in his hand, and it was about to turn into an extremely powerful spell.

"Norman Speke, your stupidity is breaking through the sky!" Alice spoke again, her voice full of anger, "how long do you want to waste my time?"

Only then did Speke come back to his senses - there was only one enemy, and it didn't look so strong, but the aura was a little strange, not like a legendary mage in the world, but like a ...... The same kind of hell.

He paused the spell, stood up vigilantly, his robe fell, revealing the disguise of an old scholar, and asked tentatively, "You...... Also from hell?"

Alice sighed, showing a helpless look: "Aren't there even as good as your eyes, nose, and ears?"

As she spoke, a strange symbol appeared on her forehead.

It was a serrated sword entwined by twin snakes.

Norman Speke was stunned for a moment at the sight of this symbol, and raised his hand to wipe his eyes—he wondered if he had damaged his eyesight by living in an unsuitable environment for too long.

However, the shadow at Alice's feet slowly stood up, transforming into a strange humanoid figure with a tall crown on his head and two pairs of transparent wings on his back.

Norman Speke's body froze and he didn't dare to move.

The figure that had changed from the shadow did not move either, but the symbol of the twin snakes wrapped around the serrated sword gradually appeared on its chest.

As the symbol finally became clear, its head lit up, revealing two bright red and eerie compound eyes that together took up about half of its face.

"Norman Speke. A deep voice came from nowhere, "You are very arrogant! You dared to pretend not to recognize me just now......

The demon woke up suddenly, screamed, and fell to the ground with his legs limp.