The escaped succubi attracted demon guards.

Most of these third-level demons are the subordinates of the succubus, and at this time, they still have to stand up and support their 'lover'.

"You can't escape if you kill the guy who killed Duresa!" The vicious demons showed their 'integrity' side at this time, and they glanced at Duresa who was pierced by the ice sword with pity.

The original plump and beautiful body was covered with a thick layer of frost, and the complexion changed from red and pink to completely white. The life force of this succubus had been absorbed by Thurman's white howl, and even the demon could not resist the power of this legendary sword.

The demon guards surrounded Thurman, their eyes reddened as the anger of not being able to rejoice with Duresa any longer turned red, and the strong smell of sulfur began to permeate.

Such irrational conditions are characteristic of demons, and at this time, it is difficult to intercept them even if the demon lord comes. They are the most mindless demons in the abyss, and once they enter the fray, they can no longer be stopped.

Thurman was about to pull out the white howl again, but Zur stopped him.

"These people have lost themselves because of a succubus, and they are obviously no longer suitable to be guards here. Zur spoke gloomily: "It just so happens that I still need a little biological material in my mage tower, Adjutant Thurman, please let me do it." ”

The hood of the evil mage Zur fell, revealing a pale human face. His face was covered in thick sores and rotting wounds, and even a few wriggling worms in it.

It turns out that Zur is an undead stitching demon!

Each of the madmen was nearly two meters seven, taller than Thurman.

Their bodies were dark red, like rocks, and the demonic blood in them flowed slowly, in the same state as the magma.

"Kill him, and the coward in the hood next to him!"

Bang bang!

The madmen took heavy steps, and the ground trembled as if a herd of elephants were moving.

"Wait a minute!" One of the mad demon guards still kept some sanity, he was not usually favored by Duresa, so he was always excluded from Duresa's 'face group'. For Duresa's death, this mad demon didn't have much feeling in his heart. Keeping his senses in his hands, he shouted, "He's Lord Zur, the evil mage beside Lord Anrela!"

However, it was too late.

Bursts of dark fluctuations rippled outward from Zur as the center, like a concrete embodiment of death, and the ripples had an almost instinctive devouring of life.

Death Ripple has a tremendous lethal power on living creatures, and this almost perverted desire is like a drunkard to wine, and a fish to water.

Even Thurman could feel the erosion of his life force by the death ripples, and after a little contact, he felt that his skin became a little cracked. However, Zur's magic-like skills had been honed very well, and he deliberately made the part of the death ripple aimed at Thurman less intense, so as not to cause great disgust from the other party.

The black ripples are like a circle of waves, quickly sweeping past. Extremely quickly, the ripples pierced through the body of the mad demon guard, quickly stopped, and wrapped up.

The mad demons' running bodies fell to the ground with a bang, like a sheep's madness, saliva at the corners of their mouths. Their hands and feet shook violently, and their eyes could no longer see their pupils.

The only madman who wasn't favored by the dead Duresa fell to his knees, and the sound of heavy breathing betrayed his nervous mood.

Zur's hands were also pale and even disgusting.

"You're good, help me move these corpses to my mage tower. ”

Putting the hood back on, Zur's face was hidden in the shadows again.

............

"My eternal allegiance to Lord Anrila is enormous. Zur's words made Thurman wonder what he really thought.

In the abyss of deceit, it is rare to see such simple and sincere feelings. For demons in the abyss, there are only two situations in which true emotions can be expressed: when they are on the battlefield, and when they are doing it in the big bed.

Thurman had heard that Anrila and Zur were demons who had grown up together. It is even rumored that the demon lord of the third layer was supposed to belong to Zur.

"If Anrela is missing, I think it probably has something to do with the anomalies in the Abyss. After careful consideration, Zur said to Thurman, "I need to suppress it here, and I can't get out of it, so I hereby ask you to go and check it out in the Abyss of the Dead." ”

Thurman was a little confused, and he calmly expressed his thoughts: "My source told me that Anrela disappeared in the Valley of the Butterflies. I don't understand why you're sending me to the Abyss of the Dead. ”

Zur nodded.

"In fact, before Angela left for the Valley of the Butterflies, strange letters had come from the Abyss of the Necromancy. Zur took out a scroll from his bosom: "Please see." ”

Thurman noticed that Zur had a non-demonic affection when he mentioned Anrela.

The scrolls were made of demonic skin, and before the Abyss Lord system was in place, the layers of the Abyss were in chaos. After killing the enemy, peeling off the skin is a very ancient and normal etiquette.

Thurman unfolded the scroll.

"Is there a verification of authenticity?" came the arbiter's voice.

No need...... Thurman shook his head, he wasn't a demon who was particularly good at this kind of thing, if it was the cunning demon skulls or the lichs, he might be able to identify them.

"Zul's expression was not fake, I could feel the emotion in it. After confirming this, Thurman thought that perhaps the scroll had something to do with Anrela's disappearance.

The content in the scroll is written in the Abyssal language, and for Thurman, there is no language barrier.

"I'm back...... Wait, Angela. ”

The handwriting is still the color of magma, written in demonic blood, with magical powers and self-preservation properties.

After confirming the contents, Thurman returned the scroll to Zur.

"Did she receive this before Angela left for the Valley of the Butterflies?" Thurman asked, "how did she behave, was she particularly surprised or afraid?"

Zur denied it.

"I don't know who still holds a grudge against Anrela, in fact, after every enemy I defeated, I was careful to kill them all. In Zur's words was the preservation of Anrela, and the handling of the enemy, he was so sure that it was the dignity of being an archdemon.

Thurman didn't care about the chaos on the third level, he just went here to find out, as Esso, the Lord of the Dead Sea, wanted. According to Esso, Zur's side will prepare some feedback afterwards.

"After the incident, whether it succeeds or fails, the agreement I have agreed with Esso will work. Zur said: "Even, I am personally willing to propose some more from the private collection, and if you are not satisfied, as long as it is within my ability, I will make up for it." ”

Thurman shook his head, "No, I'm doing things for Esso, and his orders are my will." ”

"I'll go there, Valley of the Dead. ”

The Ice Demon's words made Zur very grateful, and the mysterious evil mage actually bowed again, unlike the first ceremonial bow, this time there was obviously more emotion.

"I will remember the great Lord of the Dead Sea, Esso, and you, the mighty Ice Demon Thurman. ”