Pass several palaces, pass through the "War Corridor" that is now almost in ruins because the seal has been broken, and bypass the bubbling Demon King's Pool, a lava pool, where Hegel used to bathe.

The dark team finally arrived at the largest and most important location in the Demon King's Palace, and this time they met the Demon King's palace - "Dread Mountain Villa".

Don't ask me why I call a palace "Dreadful Hills", it's all because of a certain demon king's bad taste and his ability to name names in a negative way.

"When we arrive, the mimics can't go in, they must go to the side hall, we have prepared a table of feasts, you can eat and wait. Miss Sylvia, please. Terrorist stretched out his hand and stopped the Four Demon Group of the Inventor Squad, and his tone suddenly became extremely serious and formal.

"Boss. Faraday looked at the dark, and the other three demons followed suit.

He glanced at the obsidian steps leading to Dreaded Heights in front of him, and nodded to his subordinates: "Don't worry, you can just wait while you eat, Sylvia and I should be able to come out soon." ”

"Yes. ”

Everyone parted ways, Dim and Sylvia walked up the steps, and Faraday and the other four demons went to the side hall under the leadership of the terrorist, and what awaited them was a feast that was exclusive to the abyss.

Sylvia took Gloo's hand and walked up the steps and asked, "Gloomy, why did the terror call you 'Lord'?"

"I don't know. "Maybe it's because I'm one of the Demon Clan's commanders on the surface, you know, the commanders are always a little higher than the guards like them. ”

"But you're still young, and your position as commander wasn't given to you by the Demon King. Why did he call you sir?" Sylvia was still full of questions.

"Then how do I know? I'm not a terrorist, I'm not a mind snatcher, and I don't have psychic spells to peek into his inner thoughts. Shrugging, "I'm going to go in soon, behave well, don't be afraid." ”

He reached out and rubbed his face, making his expression look more natural.

Sylvia nodded, but there was still some tension in the depths of her eyes.

The two of them finally stepped up the final staircase and completely stepped into the interior of the "Dread Heights".

There was no one there, and the hall was empty. There are many murals painted on the walls, one by one, and they all depict the demon race and other intelligent races uniting against the fallen angels. The artist's skills are very exquisite, and he completely depicts the cruelty and bloodiness of the war scenes of the time, and there is also the glory of the soldiers.

At the very top of the palace hung a huge chandelier, which was not lit by candles, but by the flames of the soul, and the needle-like red, burning green and silent blue rays of the soul illuminated the ceiling of the entire palace as if it had been refracted by crystals.

There were torches burning between the murals, but when I got closer, it was not a flame burning on the torch, but a yellow light in the shape of a flame - under the torch was a complex magic circle, and in the center of the magic circle, a milky white light gem was faintly glowing.

"That's a lot of money. He said to himself.

At the very front of their line of sight, a throne was suspended in mid-air, with its back to Dim and Sylvia, its backrest obscuring almost all of its vision, and only elbows sticking out of the armrests proved that there were still people seated there.

Dark's heart thumped. That's the Demon King! The Demon King! The person he had always dreamed of seeing was now alive in front of him!

"Shadow Demon Clan, meet the Demon King!" Dark fell to one knee and saluted the figure whose entire figure was hidden behind him.

"Hmm. There was a low hum from behind the throne.

A hand stretched out from behind the throne, and with a slight gesture from the owner of the arm, a glass of dark red wine flew into the hand out of thin air.

The Demon King shook his wine glass, watching the dark red liquid vibrate in the wine glass, stirring up a wave, before taking a sip.

Di tugged at the corner of Silvia's skirt and motioned her to salute, and Sylvia reacted at this time, knelt down on one knee like Di, and said:

"You...... Hello Great Demon King!"

"Poof!" it was a mouthful of old blood that almost spurted out.

"Poof!" this is the sound of the wine that the demon king Hegel has just swallowed and has not had time to swallow.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" There was a violent coughing sound from behind the throne, and the Demon King seemed to be choked by this sip of wine.

Sylvia's face turned pale. It's over, it's over, I said the wrong thing, it's good, I haven't met yet, so I left a bad impression on the demon king.

She actually wanted to say, "Hello, Lord Demon." This sentence, but somehow, as soon as it came out, it became: Hello Great Demon King!

And he said it so hard, with an exclamation tone at the end!

Looking at Sylvia blankly, why did this girl say such a sentence?!Hello Great Demon King, do you think you are an adventurer?

Or are you spoiled? This is not the time to be spoiled!

Sylvia lowered her head, eager to find a crack in the ground to burrow. Unfortunately, the floor here is a whole block of obsidian, not to mention a crack in the ground, not even a single trace of wear.

"Ahem, ahem...... Oops...... "After coughing for a long time, the Demon King finally showed signs of relieving, he reached out and stroked his chest, and the throne sitting under him suddenly turned around, and became a state of facing Gloom and Sylvia.

"Alright. Dark, Sylvia, you guys really surprised me when we met again, how many years has it been since anyone talked to me like this? 'Hello Great Demon King', this sentence sounds familiar. I have to admit that the two of you bring back some fond memories of me. Hegel said, the glass in his hand flew away, but there was still a lingering drink on his chest that had been coughed out as dots.

I grabbed a gap and looked up at Hegel's lineup, but it turned out that this lift couldn't go down!

Look at the man sitting on the throne, his face covered in a black mist!

Is there anyone else besides him who has ever appeared in front of the dark in such a costume?

The answer is coming!

The owner of a small shop with a unique skewer of incense!

The shopkeeper who was taken by Cyril Victor to eat the skewers, the shopkeeper who took care of the children very much and invited them to eat for free, but charged the Pope a huge amount of money for the meal, the strange shopkeeper who had his own half-plane but had good craftsmanship, the shopkeeper who dared to argue with Cyril Victor and whose strength was so unfathomable that even the Pope had to bow his head in front of him!

It turned out to be him!

He's the Demon King!

Lord of the Abyss, King of Demons!

He is Hegel!

(End of chapter)