"Long time no see, Azmodan, Duriel, Belial," said Andariel, the resentful queen in her chamber, looking at a blood-red mirror.

After a mysterious fluctuation in the mirror, several black figures appeared, and a low and dull voice came at the same time: "Andariel, don't talk nonsense, why are you contacting us?"

"Azmodan, don't rush like this, could it be that you have been defeated again recently?" Giggles, it is naturally important to contact you!" Andariel replied with a smile as he fiddled with his slender fingers and bit his rosy and plump lips.

"Don't talk nonsense, what the hell is going on?" another voice came through the mirror, but it was visibly hoarse.

"Alright, then I'll get down to business! My projection in the human world, I felt a familiar aura, it felt like that old guy!" Andariel said with a straight face, very serious.

"What familiar aura? Which old fellow? Could it be that bastard of Tyrell?" another voice came, speaking very quickly, and it was evident that the owner of the voice was eager for answers.

"Is that bastard, why are you contacting us? hasn't he been recuperating all these years? Besides, your projection is not in the way, and you don't have anything to lose, and that's what you're so eager to contact us for?" Azmodan's deep voice came again, but his tone revealed a thick mockery and schadenfreude.

"If it were that bastard of Tyrell, I wouldn't have bothered to find you! Don't you remember the one we fought together? I felt the breath of that old fellow!" Andariel said slowly, ignoring Azmodan's taunts.

"What?"

"It can't !!"

"How so?"

The black shadow in the mirror fluctuated, and along with the sound came the sound of various vessels shattering, the roar of some creature before it died.

"The feeling of my projection is true, but the breath is very weak, so I'm not sure about the old guy's breath! I'm here to discuss entering the world and getting to the bottom of it!" said Andariel.

Andariel, don't forget, those three brothers are still in the human world, even if they were sealed by the human race and the heavens, but as the rulers of hell, don't you think that they really didn't have a hand? Also, don't forget, the masters of heaven and humans are not vegetarians, I don't want to be sealed somewhere like those three guys!" Azmodan said excitedly.

"I don't think so, don't forget, how horrible that guy is! We also teamed up with Heaven in the first place, and that's how the old guy was solved, I agree with Andariel!" The hoarse voice spoke again.

"Don't keep fighting me, Beria, don't forget, the war between us isn't over yet!" Azmodan threatened.

"Hmph, Azmodan, you stupid fellow, do you only have war in your head, only the Hell Demon King's throne?

"Hmph," Azmodan snorted coldly.

"Alright, alright, you two guys, you have to quarrel every time!Andariel, even if we have to go to the earth, the risk is very high, don't forget those shameless birdmen in heaven, I am afraid that as soon as we leave, our nest will be gone!" "Durreel became a peacemaker, in fact, he had always played this role, but the more this happened, the more Azmodean and Beria fought.

"Alright, you two don't quarrel, I didn't contact you to hear you two arguing!

"I don't think it's as good as this, the four of us join forces to open the barrier between hell and the earth, Andariel you will strengthen the power of the projection into the power of your clone, and observe carefully, whether it is the old guy or not! After the fact, we will decide what to do, what do you think?"

"Yes!

"I'm for it too!"

"Alright then, let's get started!" Andariel said, turning to leave the chamber.

In the next second, she appeared out of thin air above the head of the huge golem outside the castle, her hands raised upward, her rosy, plump lips squirming. As her lips squirmed faster and faster, a rich infernal aura filled the heavens and the earth, and the originally gloomy sky became darker and darker. All the scenery in heaven and earth was shrouded in a faint blood!, and there was an earth-shattering sound, which suddenly erupted like thunder.

At the same time, the same thing is happening in three other places in hell.

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The world, the Taimo Heights.

"What's going on?" A former who was leveling up near the Taimo Heights suddenly noticed that the sky suddenly darkened, and lightning as thick as a bucket kept raging in the air, and the wind was raging, and a narrow, but unusually black crack appeared out of thin air in the direction of the monastery. The power of hell poured down like black water, and from such a distance, the transferee could feel the terrifying power of that power.

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

Human, Camp Rogge.

"This is, this is Andariel's power, what does she want to do? No, I have to ask Akara!" Kasha, who was tasting food in a restaurant, jumped up regardless of his image and went straight to the tent where Akara was.

Kasha arrived at Akara's tent when the door of the tent opened automatically, and Akara made two cups of tea, one in her hand, took a sip, and said, "I know what you're here for." I've just made a prediction with a secret method, and this matter is beneficial and harmless, so relax!"

Kasha took a deep breath, sat down, picked up the tea on the table, poured it, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Since you said so, then I am much more relieved! Andariel made such a big move this time, you don't worry about Fang Yifeng's kid who is still in the monastery at all?"

Akara took another sip of tea and said calmly: "I believe in the guidance of fate, that little slippery head will be fine, after all, he will be in the future..."

Kasha: "........."

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The world, the fortress of demons.

"Those four guys don't want to be their big demon king in hell, what the hell are they doing? Send a group of elite transfer people to Rog's camp to check the monastery seal, I suspect that Andariel's big demon king has a new conspiracy!" A handsome man sitting on a golden throne with gold and all kinds of jewels piled up, with six pairs of snow-white wings behind his back, frowned and looked into the distance, which was exactly the direction where Rog's camp was located.

Heaven, Crystal Gate.

"What the hell are those four guys in Hell doing? Ask Tyrell what's going on?" The man with six pairs of snow-white wings behind him and a feminine face frowned slightly, and a two-winged angel behind him saluted him and left the palatial place in front of him.

Somewhere, somewhere.

"What are those four pieces of waste doing? Is there a new conspiracy being prepared?" muttered a man shrouded in black, looking somewhere.

PS: Yesterday, I was stimulated by the local tyrant reader of the author's friend who wrote the book together, and directly gave him a helmsman, I want it too, woo woo....

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