Countless torture instruments tore apart the human body, not for torture, not for revenge, just a single thirst for pain! A strange evil aura poured out from the light curtain and spread to all sides, and ordinary people were probably already crazy in this terrible negative energy erosion...... 23 However, the Scourge remained unmoved, for pain was forgotten for the dead, and the dead did not fear death.

"Tell me your life, demon!" Arthas, riding on a skeletal warhorse, looked condescendingly at the demon messenger in front of him, unmoved by the evil aura of the other party.

The envoy of the Lord of Pain looked at Arthas, and the ruler of the army of the undead in front of him was an unexpectedly powerful being, and this power was probably still above the demon of the Overseer level, at least at the level of the Grand Duke Cheng Dù. Although it is surprising, after all, this is also the limit that mortals can reach by abandoning **, and it is still a small existence in front of the demon master.

"I am only a slave of Mosta, one of the nine demonic masters of the abyss of my lord, and unfortunately the name has no meaning for me. ”

"Very good~ Then soon I will make it unnecessary for you to save zài. Arthas pointed the Frost Sorrow in his hand at the demon, and the surrounding Scourge army also instantly locked onto the other party.

The Demon Messenger was equally fearless, perhaps more fearful than the punishment of the Lord of Death: "If this is the case, you will lose a chance to gain great power. ”

"Say, what power do you mean?"

Arthas has no interest in demons, but he does have a strong interest in power. All the Scourge needs now is strength.

"You and the army of the undead under your command are under the watchful eye of the Lord, and the Lord of Pain, Mosta, appreciates what the army of the undead you have done in this country, and your enemies, whether they are the wretched kingdom or the gods above the firmament, are also enemies of our Lord. But no matter how strong you are, even if you give up your life and step into the realm of death, your power as a mortal is still limited┉┉You can't resist the attack from above the sky!"

The words of the demon messenger were full of temptation, and the former Lich King Arthas may have been furious in the face of such words doubting his own power, but after witnessing a miracle of the god of the earth, Arthas also understood that there are many unknown and powerful beings in this world, at least for now, as the demon in front of him said, the Scourge cannot harm the gods above the sky.

"Keep talking!"

The demon messenger smiled lowly, since the undead in front of him dared to attack the realm protected by the gods, it was naturally also enmity with the holy capital who served the gods. In any case, this mighty army of the undead and its rulers should be used by their masters: "We have common enemies with each other. Our Lord can bestow upon you a great gift, and the one qiē that you hate, whether it is the holy capital or the gods above the firmament, will fall, and the whole earth will fall into your hands, and this qiē only requires you to dedicate your body and mind to the great Suffering Lord Mosta!"

A cold wind hung in the army of the undead. Arthas, whose face was hidden by his helmet, stared at the demon messenger in front of him like a ridiculous clown.

"Hahaha~ Is that all you want to say?"

"You should make an informed decision. The power of the abyss is something you can't imagine. Our Lord is the Being, which is located at its fixed point!"

Dedicate his body and mind to the Demon Master in exchange for his gifts?Arthas couldn't help but squint his eyes, no one has dared to say such a thing in front of him for a long time, Demon!?

"Kill him!"

For a moment, the demon messenger was a little suspicious that he had misheard. But the actions that followed the Scourge army that surrounded him immediately made him realize that he had heard correctly!

Karthas smiled and raised his staff, and a mist suddenly rose around him, and countless howling ghosts swirled around Karthas, and everywhere he went, everything was torn to pieces by his soul, and the messenger's mouth opened violently to the point that it almost tore his jaw, and a sharp roar swept out with a terrible sonic impact, and the skeleton soldiers surrounding him in front of him were like models of sand that turned into ashes under the sound waves, not only that, but even the ghosts called by Karthas were scattered by the sound waves for a while.

"What a terrible singing~ Let me teach you what a magnificent chorus is!!" Karthas opened his mouth feverishly, and the breath of death swept out indiscriminately across the surroundings.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon messenger suddenly had the idea of retreating, the undead army ruler in front of him was an invincible opponent, but he didn't expect that a lich beside him also had such amazing strength. However, as soon as the messenger turned to retreat into the light curtain, Frost's Sorrow pierced through his body from behind, and in the midst of the fierce screams of the other, Arthas lifted the demonic messenger stabbed on the sword to his feet.

"You┉┉Stupid fellow┉┉How dare you refuse┉┉Ah!!" Before he could finish speaking, the messenger had already seen that this heavy sword with a strange aura of death was corrupting his soul.

Karthas, who was on the side, looked at the demon and smiled in a low voice: "Ah~ What a ridiculous clown, performing a funny trick in front of His Majesty. It's just that the clown seems to be a little carried away, so he needs to be tapped to make the clown understand his identity, hehehehe┉┉"

Arthas brought the demon messenger to his eyes, and said contemptuously in a voice comparable to the cold wind of the base: "Joker! That's right~ is indeed a clown who doesn't know the height of the sky, your death will bring a message to your master, neither the gods nor the demons can stop the pace of death." ”

Frost Grief increased its strength at this time, and Arthas's pupils under the helmet also burned with blue sparks, bursting with unprecedented power Arthas and the Twisted Void fought for the fallen demon soul, the soul that was corrupted and destined to fall into the Twisted Void could not be saved, not even the gods, and only by destroying the soul of the fallen could it prevent it from falling into the Twisted Void and being enslaved by the demon for eternity. If this is the rule brought about by the Law of Interface, then Arthas who came out of the summoning system is the one who ignores this rule, and as the corrupted demon messenger of Frost Sorrow has stopped wailing, his eyes and mouth have begun to glow with a dark blue soul fire, and the suction from the twisted void has gradually subsided.

And at the same time, it was located in a plane of the twisted void, with an incomparably angry roar that pierced every corner of the entire plane!

The huge and monstrous body of the Pain Lord Mosta writhed, and countless painful souls were imprisoned in this huge plane, and it seemed that this blood-stained cavern was filled with a large number of various torture instruments, from huge tearing racks to tiny bone-piercing steel nails, it can be said that all imaginable horror torture instruments in the entire history of the world are readily available.

Mosta's brutal and brutal demonic minions are tormenting these souls with a myriad of brutal tortures, pleasing the moody master with their wails and screams, and have prevented himself from being sent to the torture apparatus.

"Fool, how dare you refuse my bounty, pathetic worm, you still want to take my slave from my hands!!" Mosta's voice was as shrill as uncomfortable as a myriad of run-in gears.

The Demon Master's fury was already raging at this moment, and Mosta could feel that the slave souls he had sent were breaking free from his shackles, although it was unbelievable but it was true, that undead had a way to break the rules of the Law of Interfaces and take away the souls that belonged to the Twisted Void.

"Rest, worm, no one can take a soul from here, not even a god!"

Mosta frantically swung his scythe-like arm, the eyes of the Pain Lord shone with blood-red light, and the huge power of the abyss was forcibly poured into the soul that was about to completely lose control with Mosta's will, regardless of the loss, and the demon messenger who was about to be completely corrupted in front of Arthas suddenly shook, and the blue soul fire suddenly had more crimson light, and the messenger let out an amazing wail, and the entire body began to be covered with blood-red cracks, and a powerful force counterattacked, even the frost grief could not be suppressed。

Boom!!

In an instant, the demon messenger's body completely exploded like a balloon that had been blown up, and not only **, but even the soul was instantly shattered. The flying flesh even sprinkled Arthas, who was caught off guard. This qiē came so suddenly that even Arthas had no idea that the Demon Master of the Abyss would be able to destroy his servant's body in such a situation.

Seeing his previous efforts reduced to shreds, Arthas was also furious: "Poor thing, do you think you can challenge the dignity of the Lich King! Fool, in the near future demons will pay a heavy price for what you have done today, and no one can escape the fate of death, not even demons." ”

Both were losers for Mosta, the Lord of Pain, and Arthas, the Lich King, but at this moment in the Twisted Void, there were still a pair of eyes watching this qiē, and Alegusor, the Slaughtermaster of the Nine Masters, was playing with the box in his hand while playfully observing Arthas in his anger.

It wasn't until a long time ago that Areguso muttered to himself, "No one can escape death┉┉Yes, neither can you, pathetic undead!" (To be continued!)

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