"I want the Lamp Scepter," Grazt said earnestly, looking into Lyz's eyes.

The temple hall was empty, and even the Greypaw Prophet, who was usually the most favored "god of rats and bats", was not qualified to stay here and serve their true god.

Stating the purpose of his trip, the dark prince said no more. He believed that as a deity, Reze Aivo had the ability to find out what his words were saying.

With two pairs of ram horns on his head, a pair of huge bat wings growing out of his back, and a body four or five times the size of a normal Ekwart, Lez Aivor stood still, his eyes slightly closed.

After a moment, his eyes widened a lot, "That thing is currently owned by the president of the Divine Order, and its president, Turns, himself, is now in Seal City. ”

"Papapa" ...... Six fingers clapping as a sign of encouragement.

"Faster than I thought," he raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of playfulness, but his voice was very steady, "After becoming a god, he has become much more alert. ”

"Seal City is a forbidden area for gods, and the Lady of Pain can isolate divine power, and has the power to cross the plane to kill at least a medium-sized divine power deity, I can't promise ......"

Before he could finish his words, a heavy eight-foot-long sword appeared above his head out of thin air. Acid drips from the tip of the sword onto Lez's real body, making a "snort" sound, corroding into shallow pits.

That's right, this is Grazt's beloved sour-blasted epee. If the Edark Prince held it in his hand, this demonic weapon, which was equivalent to a medium-level artifact, would have the power to slash the faint gods with a single sword.

Although Les Aiwo is a weak divine power, it is just a matter of making Grazt sell more strength, spend more effort, and cut a few more swords. After all, in the face of the absolute disparity in strength, rising up and resisting is just a faster way to seek death.

It's just that he didn't know that it had to be the deity of the Eomsy Prince, or the most powerful incarnations to complete it. With just this ordinary incarnation in front of him, this demon lord couldn't actually defeat a true god like him.

But the wonderful thing is that the avatar of Grazt has just drunk a drink that carries the source of chaos, and the source of chaos rising from his body hinders Leiz Aiwo's detection, so that he can't see that the avatar in front of him is actually just a "look".

"I just seemed to make it clear that this is 'my request', not that I am asking for your advice. ”

With a beckon, the sour-blasted heavy sword obediently flew back into his hand, and Grazter glanced at the trembling "God of Mice and Bats". The threat in the Demon Lord's eyes was self-evident.

Lyze's throat grunted, and he swallowed, "What if...... I mean, even if I agree to your request now, Seal City is not a place where a weak divine power like mine can reach. It must be clear to you that the gods cannot appear in the city of seals. And I don't have the power to ...... in that city."

“...... No, you have," Grazt solemnly interrupted Ryz's explanation, "why are you fooling yourself by complimenting you just now?, is it true that becoming a mouse god will really have the negative effect of 'rat eyes'? I know that you have an army of Ekwart warrior monks, and they are currently operating in the Broken Temple of Mark. ”

At first, Rydse felt a pang of annoyance at the face of the six-fingered snatching - he was a god anyway, but fortunately there was not a single believer or prayer in the main hall - but when he thought about it, he was secretly a little frightened.

A god who knows as well as a subordinate who is both a fanatic and an armed force is not as good as a demon lord who has lived in the abyss for a long time. And it seems that Grazt already knew the cause and effect of all this, and the prince of the dark seemed to be a chess player, while he, the god, was just a nobody on the chessboard.

Thinking of this, the "how do you know" that had already reached the lips of Lez Aiwu suddenly turned into "what do you want me to do". Hearing his subordinate ask himself like this, Six Fingers laughed heartily—a small part that had been arranged before had finally landed in the right place—"Don't worry, you won't be hunted to death by Lady Pain, I promise." ”

Grazt, who knew the other party's personality very well, did not say what he thought first, but gave him a reassurance. After establishing the right psychological expectations, the Demon Lord revealed his plan and disfigured it out, "I know that your power cannot be extended directly to Seal City, but I have channels to help you. Do you remember the guy 'Everything Is Three', who had his own relationship in the big morgue in the nest area? Through the portal there, you can serve your precious warrior monk ...... I remember the human kid who took the lead, named 'Rufer', brought something over. He seems to be only a little bit away from the legend. ”

"And then?" asked Lyze, puzzled, "just to boost Ruvo's strength and make him a legend, will he be able to steal what you want from the hands of Turns, who is not a god?"

Grazter pouted. When the other party was discussing things, he did not shy away from the word "stealing", which made his overall evaluation of the "god of mice and bats" a few points lowered. "I have other plans, and you're just one of three plans. But I still have to mention it again, this part of your burden is not light. ”

Rarely, without refuting or questioning, Les Aiwo quietly listened to Six-Finger's teasing commands, just as he had been when he was a general under the command of the Demon Lord. He only grabbed some benefits for himself at the end: "You have promised just now that I will not be hated and hunted down by the Lady of Pain for your plan, and I will not die because of it. At the same time, the return on investment you mentioned before can be completely offset by this service, and you and I will have no relationship with each other in the future?"

"By inference, I just promised you only one point, and you asked for three," Grazt thought for a moment before replying with a smile, "Learns quickly and smartly." Nevertheless, the merciful Prince of the Darks will grant your request, and we may bind each other with a real contract in response to the three demands you have just mentioned. ”

As he finished speaking, a piece of parchment glowing black appeared in the Demon Lord avatar's hand. As he took out the contract, Leze knew what it stood for—it was a Styx contract.