The atmosphere on the "Beer Barrel" is extremely eerie.

Two men confront each other - Morris and the strong man, and they are about to kill each other in the next moment.

A group of men surrounds a demon - they don't look at the killing that is about to unfold here. Sticky lust and ambiguous gasps fill the night.

These people flatter Lilith and curry favor with Lilith. Just to kiss her toes.

And the ritual of this succubus enveloped them, and Morris saw that the next face she had chosen was already stirring on her.

She let out a happy breath as her legs wrapped around the man's waist.

Phew! Morris thought irritably.

And Leonard, who seems to have been abandoned by everyone. He quietly stepped aside, coldly watching his subordinates being recruited by Lilith with mystery and **.

He didn't seem even interested in intervening in the fight.

When the brawny man stood at a time, he was about thirteen feet away from Morris. The temperature on his body was high, and the swollen hot wind was blowing towards Morris.

Combined with his extraordinary muscles and pounding cyan veins, the whole person looked like it was about to explode.

It's a legacy of magic, and in order for him to gain great power, it is necessary to keep his anger and lust alive.

And this will definitely take a considerable toll on the body.

The brawny man stared at Morris, and he took out his scimitar and made a fighting stance.

"Are you ready to die? He said slowly but viciously—not at all as greasy and disgusting as he had embraced Lilith, nor as arrogant and cruel as he had fought in battle.

Morris ignored him. His heart moved, and he turned back to Leonard and said again: "Do you see clearly? This is the devil's promise." ”

"That's right, it's a hoax. Leonard scoffed, but he still did not want to agree with Morris, and he replied dryly:

"But right now, this scam is the only game you can play in. ”

......

The brawny man slashed at Murlys, his moves so crude that he could imagine that he had killed only with his strength.

But his knife was really powerful, and Morris didn't dare to take it rashly, so he could only choose to honestly turn sideways and get out of the way.

And what happened after that made him extremely glad that he had made this decision - he didn't have to use his head to wrestle with this strong man's scimitar.

The strong man's knife slashed at the oak side of the ship, and slashed into it more than 20 centimeters alive.

He didn't have the strength to stay, I don't know if hypnosis made him insane, or if he wouldn't have been.

It made Morris's eyelids jump.

The knife got stuck in the crack, and Morris took advantage of the situation to fight back, but the strong man pulled the knife back and dragged it out without much effort.

The "Beer Keg" even shook slightly, and Morris took a cool breath.

This is not the power that human beings should have.

He had no choice but to continue to dodge. He was secretly glad in his heart that the strong man was holding a slender and light sailor's scimitar, and if it was a heavy axe that matched his strength, the situation would be much worse.

"Hey!" Morris hurriedly shouted. But the strong man ignored him, and he was furious—it seemed that every time he dodged a knife, his anger deepened, and he slashed his head straight and slashed diagonally, and all kinds of straight moves forced Morris to hurry.

He could only dodge, not take it hard with his bayone. Any bayonet sword of this power will be interrupted.

"Hey, Lady Lilith!" he could only yell over there, drawing the attention of the madmen and their empress:

"Is this what you said the sun will kill me when it rises? Isn't it too early?"

To give the Edin Beauty enough time to escape, Lilith promised to give him one last glimpse of the rising sun tomorrow.

But now that no one answers, these people seem to have lost their minds completely, they have lost themselves, like walking corpses, and their bodies and minds have been captured by demons.

The rebels watched silently and intently as the two bodies sweated profusely, without looking at the battle on this side.

The only response to Morris was the succubus's high-pitched moans of pleasure.

It was a mockery of his futile efforts to save those people.

"Damn!" he scolded, panting.

"It's useless!" Leonard, who was standing in the shadows, said expressionlessly, "She didn't let these people come up and slaughter you, even if she kept her promise." ”

"So you're not stupid," Morris asked, feigning surprise.

......

Will and miracles constitute mystery, this is the rule of Tirel.

And the rule of Hell is that the Whisperer is a miracle in itself—isn't it? A whole hell is a great miracle that surprises even the three pillared gods.

And when it comes to magic, it's not just a simple and crude fireball. It is a comprehensive discipline that includes, in addition to real miracles, deception, astrology, psychology...... These don't look like magical things.

What Lilith did to the rebels was simple psychology and the use of hypnotic magic.

Hypnotic magic alone doesn't work so well.

Its core is to "take advantage of the void", first destroy the original faith, and make them panic and confused.

Then infiltrate their hearts with evil, so that the effect of hypnotic magic with erratic effects is magnified.

A word of mouth among magicians is that the strength of a spellcaster lies in preparation.

The same applies to whisperers.

......

Except for Morris and Leonard, everyone else is playing another kind of "game".

It was a while after Morris's shouting was heard.

Lilith's "magic" ritual finally ended with the man's low growl, and she got up to leave the other's fiery chest.

She didn't care about her nakedness, and she didn't care about the affection of this face, and she brushed her sweaty hair to herself.

The sound of clashing swords came not far away, and she knew that the two sides of the battle were in a bitter struggle without even looking at it.

This "key" was surprisingly strong.

But it doesn't matter, he can deal with one, but he can't deal with two, three......

Lilith looked at the men who had trusted her with her hypnosis with satisfaction, and curled the corners of her mouth.

But she didn't let these people play.

When all was in hand, she began to play a game of cat and mouse.

She was amused to watch Morris flee in embarrassment on the ship, subconsciously avoiding her side.

It's a shame to kill this strong guy all at once. She thought.

But this novelty is hard to last, and the devil's preferences and moods are as capricious as their promises.

She quickly grew tired of it—in less than five minutes.

And the other man—the bald-headed, wordless man standing in the shadows, what's his name?, Lilith shook her head, her brain blank with pleasure from the previous magical ritual, and she couldn't remember.

It didn't matter, she wouldn't have remembered the names of these minions.

But this man had been the leader of the place, and he had not been fooled by her flesh and hypnosis, and it was always a scourge to stay here.

Lilith analyzed carefully.

Then kill them all~ She quickly made a decision.

"Hey, you guys!" she motioned to her sluggish believers:

"Would you like to help Lilith kill all these people?"