The City of Dis, the prison of Mantili, the promotion ceremony.

"Through your own efforts, you have earned valuable opportunities for promotion. "Warden 'Nasser-Xavier' said to Seg and his companions, "If you are ready, stand on the altar." ”

That's all my credit, mine!!—saige smiled at his companion. The only thing this stupid guy has done for so long is to be stupidly following me, and nothing else, but he has also been given the opportunity to be promoted, and what a lucky fool he is.

He stooped down and saluted the warden, and motioned for his companion to go first, and himself to follow.

With their current rank, they are far from qualified to have 'Nasserxavier' appear in person at the ceremony, and under normal circumstances, it is only a high-ranking devil directly under the promoter to perform the ceremony.

Saige didn't know why, and he couldn't tell the slightest hint from the warden's face, he could only guess that the warden wanted to take the two of them as heirs. If that's the case, it's good news that doesn't lose to promotion.

"Warden Chief, that human gladiator will leave alive, there will be no problem. Mitanu asked, stunned.

Damn, idiot who is worse than a human, why are you asking this now, and what questions are there that you won't wait until the promotion is over? What if Nasser-Xavier is not happy to take back our promotion? Do you have all the shit of the devil in your head?

"This matter has nothing to do with you. The warden replied indifferently, "After I am promoted, I have other tasks for you. ”

During the ceremony, nine identical circles were scattered around the flaming sheepbone statue, which meant that the altar could allow nine demons to be promoted at the same time, but at the moment only Saige and his stupid companions had the opportunity to do so.

Saige saw that Mitanu had found a random circle and stood up, while he himself chose the circle directly opposite the white bone sheep's head. Although these circles are all the same, there is no difference, but Saige still hopes to gain more Hell power through the Eyes of the Flaming Sheep Bone, the symbol of Hell. Of course, he knew it was just his own unrealistic fantasy.

When the warden saw him and Mitanu standing, he lifted the scepter in his hand, which was in the same shape as the sheep's bone statue on the altar, and lifted it slightly, "The promotion begins." Naser Xavier said in a nonchalant tone.

Then, the eyes of the sheep bone statue lit up with a dark red light, and the flames around it split into two tributaries, flowing along the lines inherent in the altar to Seg and his companions.

The flames ignited all the patterns on the circle at Saige's feet, and turned into poisonous snakes that suddenly sprang up, biting at his body from all directions.

The excruciating pain crept into the bite and spread throughout the body in an instant. Saige fell directly onto the circle, and his whole body began to twitch irrepressibly.

He wanted to shout desperately at this time, tearing his throat open with his voice, and he felt that this was the only way to have a little catharsis. But the indescribable pain made him unable to make a sound, and he could only collapse weakly on the magic circle.

What is even more unfortunate is that the severe pain has become more and more intense over time, and even turned into a strange force raging wildly in his body. The power was so powerful, and so violent, that it seemed to want to destroy his body completely.

There was a soft 'snap' sound, and Seg used the last remaining consciousness to drive his eyes to the sound. He saw that his only remaining arm had exploded into pieces, and even his bones had shattered into powder. Then there was another sound, and he couldn't feel the presence of his thighs.

The crackling sound continued, and the loudest one came from his chest and abdomen. Saige saw his internal organs spray onto the circle like a torrential rain, and the bright red heart was still beating hard after it broke away from its body and fell to the ground.

The eyeball in the left eye also wanted to participate in the celebration of flesh and blood, and it struggled to burst out of Sege's eye socket and roll to the side of the heart. Not to be outdone, the right eye exploded in anger from its socket, plunging Seg into boundless darkness.

The shattering of his body did not make Saige feel the slightest pain, on the contrary, each disintegration could slightly reduce the unbearable pain, which could make him feel a rare catharsis and unspeakable pleasure, so that Saige faintly hoped that this disintegration would never stop.

Oh, sorry, SEG doesn't have a "heart" anymore at this point. And the next thing he will lose is his head.

The head of the needle-piercing demon shattered like a watermelon that had been hit by an ogre with a mace, and his body had been completely shattered by now, with no intact parts left.

There was a mess on the circle, and the bloody scene was enough to panic even the veteran adventurers who were accustomed to life and death, and the warden Naser Xavier outside the altar just yawned boredly, and his thoughts had already drifted to the other side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Immediately afterward, on top of this mess that mortals couldn't look at directly, a liquid sac that I don't know which part it was, actually slowly began to squirm. Its movements are getting bigger and more violent. Eventually, the sac gradually transforms into a small, parasite-like larva.

The larvae begin to devour the flesh and blood that litters them from the moment they take shape. It is slow to devour at first, but with each bite, its body grows larger and faster. It didn't take long for the wreckage on the circle to be devoured by it.

After feeding, the huge, disgusting larva turned into an ugly, wrinkled cocoon on the circle like a butterfly larvae. Through the translucent skin of the cocoon, you can see that the liquid inside is gradually converging into a human form.

The human form became clearer and clearer as time passed, and when the entire cocoon suddenly burst, a dark red devil of about two meters appeared on the circle.

The devil stood there for a few heartbeats, and then all the memories of the past flooded into his mind. The devil lowered his head and looked at his hands that had become whole again, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

"Yes, my name is Saige. He muttered softly.

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The City of Dis, the 'Soul Song' tavern.

At this time, there were very few customers in the tavern, except for a humanoid creature with a dragon-shaped head, sitting in a daze by the window. It was the half-dragon warrior Marcas, who, since his defeat in the arena, would come to the tavern from time to time to meditate, as he had done before. It's just that the half-dragon rarely orders something to eat, and I don't know if it's because it's shy.

No, didn't he get a lot of things from his father, did he spend them all?

Monroe, the proprietor, glanced at Marcas, and felt that he should not order any more drinks or dishes, so he sat at the counter and wiped his glass nonchalantly while thinking about what had happened in the last few days.

The human gladiator he admired had left Hell, and Merry, the night ghost woman who used to sit in the shop all day, left with him.

Monroe knew that Melly was a kind ghost. Although her temperament can only be regarded as ordinary among the humans in the main material world, she can be called "kind" among the ghost woman, a species that is not inferior to the devil.

What impressed Monroe the most was the appearance of a woman in red after Melly put the strange necklace around her neck. Was that what she was? It was so beautiful! No wonder she always wanted to be human again.

When Monroe saw that, his heart began to beat wildly. He felt that he had fallen in love with the woman, and with a single glance, the arrow of love had struck him in the heart. Although Monroe was well aware of the ugliness of Melly's ghost form, and knew that the woman was probably just an illusion, he still fell irrepressibly in love with each other and fell into a deep lovesickness.

It's a pity that Merry has returned to the main material world and may never return to Bato Nine Prisons, and there is no intersection between them.

And just as Monroe was hiding at the counter and secretly feeling sad, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and a humanoid creature with a handsome appearance strolled in with graceful steps. He was dressed in a luxurious and well-fashioned gown, and he held a black metal cane in his hand.

"A glass of 'golden wine' from Qingting Island in the Kingdom of Fersai. The comer said gracefully to Monroe, "By the way, it will be more than a hundred years." ”

Originally, this wine was worth a lot of money in the main material world, as much as a gold coin in a normal vintage, and the price in hell was undoubtedly higher. As for the 'golden wine' that is more than 100 years old, the price is definitely not affordable for everyone, and even many nobles will feel distressed for a long time when they drink it.

However, Monroe knew that the person in front of him was definitely not in the scope of those 'poor ghosts', because he was the vampire 'Lambert', a bloodthirsty monster who had survived for thousands of years and had a lot of wealth.

"You don't have this kind of bar here. The vampire frowned slightly.

"Yes, please wait. Monroe put down the cup in his hand, turned and walked out the back door.

His shop does have golden wine that is more than 100 years old, and even more than 500 years old, and that is still the one that his ancestors carried when they went to hell, and the people in his family don't like to drink very much, and the kind of wine that humans drink in hell is also sold quite ordinarily, so there is still some survival of this wine until now.

When Monroe picked up a dusty bottle from the cellar and returned to the tavern, the vampire Lambert was already sitting across from Lambert, the half-dragon warrior, unaware of what they were talking about.

Monroe carefully wiped the dust off the bottle with a rag, and carefully unsealed the bottle and corked it. The next moment, an extremely rich aroma wafted through the air.

He pulled out a delicate crystal wine glass from the counter and began to slowly pour the heavy amber liquid into the glass.

As he poured the wine, Monroe's throat squirmed uncontrollably twice, and his mouth was secreting fluid. The wine is so fragrant, maybe I should have a drink for myself when the door closes, he thought to himself.

Monroe brought the glass to the vampire Lambert, who swayed the liquid in the cup with an intoxicated expression on his face. The vampire brought the glass under his nose, sniffed it, and took another sip, "What a good wine!" he smiled with satisfaction.

"Aren't you unable to taste anything but blood?" asked the half-dragon warrior suspiciously.

"Yes, you're right. Lambert nodded and admitted,

"And what is the difference between this wine and ordinary water to you?"

"Ordinary water is worthless, and this glass of wine is worth a lot of money, that's the difference. "Look at the beautiful color, the thick viscosity, when you drink it in your mouth, even if you don't taste it, you get some kind of unique enjoyment." ”

The half-dragon warrior looked at Lambert with a nervous look, and the latter waved his hand and said, "You can't appreciate the charm of eating dirt like you. When you become an undead, you will find that any little sensory stimulation is countless times more precious than gold and precious stones. ”

"It is the path you have chosen, a cursed path. I wouldn't do that. Marcus clasped his hands over his chest, a look of disdain in his eyes.

"You, who are born with a long lifespan, will naturally not understand the preciousness of time, nor will you understand the powerful temptation of the word 'eternal life'. The vampire's tone changed again, "Forget it, I'm telling you what I'm doing here." How did you think about that, and whether you decided to go back to the main material world with me? ”

The half-dragon warrior bowed his head in contemplation and did not speak for a long time. The vampire didn't rush, but tasted the wine in his glass.

After half a glass of wine, Marcus looked up again, "Okay, I agree. He looked out the window, "After wandering in the multiverse for so long, I should go back and check it out." ”

"Very good, very good!" Lambert happily gulped down the wine, "There's a plane consortium that leaves tomorrow, and we can follow them." ”

"Tomorrow......" Marcas, "I'll have to go back and pack my things." ”

The two men left together, leaving Monroe alone in the tavern. Should I also go back to the main physical world to see?

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