With a stiff face, Mephistopheles looked straight at the crystal spear in Kyrryth's hand, which was completely the same material as the long whip that had whipped him for a full hour just now, and the sting that penetrated deep into his soul was the real reason why the Demon Lord wailed after each draw. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Zhenzhi clearly told him that if he was stabbed by the spear in front of him, his soul would immediately be really damaged, or even directly annihilated.

"Wait!"

The chill in Kelrith's eyes grew heavier and heavier, and just as the half-elf mage impatiently raised his hand and the spear was about to stab down, Mephistopheles finally said with a slight tremble.

"Hehe, I'm running out of patience, Mephistopheles, real name!"

"The demon's true name is not the core element of the contract, and even if it is a demon, it needs a formal contract to take effect, even if it is supreme... Ah!!!h

He spoke very quickly, but before Mephistopheles could finish speaking, the crystal spear above his head stuck in one of his feet, and then his soul seemed to be stabbed, and the demon lord began to curl up in pain.

"Real name!"

Directly piercing the sitting thigh of the stand-in puppet with a crystal spear and settling it on the ground, Kyrreth ignored the Demon Lord's painful wails and continued to repeat coldly.

"Kill me!"

The wailing sound froze suddenly, and Mephistopheles, who was still trembling just now, suddenly looked at Kyrreth with the same coldness, and said expressionlessly.

"Hehe, finally quitting, Mephistopheles, I know what you have in mind, but!"

With a mocking look on his face, Kyrreth pulled out the blue dot again.

"The little demon lord who was slaughtered by you, when I caught him, I naturally occupied his territory, you say, what will happen if I sell this coordinate of yours through that side?"

Looking at Mephistopheles's vain face, clearly perceiving the fleeting horror in the depths of the other party's eyes, the smile on Kyrreth's face became more and more intense.

"A demon lord without a lord, even if he is reborn with the help of the Abyssal Primordial Will, how long will you live?

"Mother..."

"Huh?"

Egger's whisper without squinting answered.

"I seem to be more and more sure now that this is indeed the descendant of that one!"

With a wry smile on his face, he looked at Kyris who slowly uttered words of temptation, if he hadn't been sure that the other party was a real half-elf, Medivan really almost thought that the demon lord in front of him was tempting the demon lord to fall... The Devil Lord is a devil in the skin of an elf.

"This... I never doubted it. ”

Pursing her lips and looking at everything in front of her, Egwen's face has never changed in the slightest, the precipitation of thousands of years has made this former demigod see too many strange creatures, although the half-elf in front of her has subverted her three views again and again, but it seems that at least it is a good elf.

"How is it, my Glaless Maharaja, dead or alive, your time is running out!"

A crystal spear appeared in his hand again, and this time Kelrith directly twisted his hands back, twisting the spear body of the spear into a twist shape again, and looked at Mephistopheles, who was staring at the twisted crystal spear in his hand with twitching out of the corner of his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Fecken, Barbaro, Sillo, Mephis, Mephisto, Ferrus..."

After a long silence, Mephistopheles finally spoke, but he didn't make any sound, and a lengthy demon's true name was transmitted into Kelrith's mind through spiritual power perception, and then a little starlight drifted faintly into the depths of the half-elf mage's spiritual power sea with the transmission of his true name.

Sensing the starlight frozen in the depths of the sea of spiritual power, Kyrreth finally showed a genuine smile on his face, and after shaking his hand to put away the twisted crystal spear in his hand, he pulled out the crystal spear that was stuck in Mephistopheles' feet.

"Hey, welcome to Azeroth, Mephistopheles!"

Standing up, Kyris pulled up the Demon Lord who was sitting on the ground in a resigned position, and after gracefully snorting a mage, he smiled.

"Hmph, I'll stay up for thousands of years, waiting for you to die of old age..."

His face was still pale, Mephistopheles staggered to his feet, looked up at the turquoise sky, and didn't say anything after the corners of his mouth twitched, and the two mages not far away also confirmed the stability of the situation and walked over with their feet raised.

"Congratulations, Kelris, you should be the first demon lord in Azeroth to capture the Demon Lord as a contract demon!"

Medivan was the first to say to the smiling Kyrryth, his gaze fixed on Mephistopheles, and then he admonished with some unease.

"Although the real name is important and the core of everything, the contract is still necessary!"

"Hehe, it's already ready!"

Giving a mage salute to Medivan and Egwen, Kyris seemed to be in a very good mood, and a scroll appeared in his hand, and the back of the delicate parchment scroll was full of complicated lines, flashing with a rich magical atmosphere.

"Come on, Mephistopheles!"

Pulling open the scroll with a smile, Kelreth said to the Demon Maharaja.

"Humph!"

Without looking at the dense articles on the scroll, Mephistopheles slapped directly on the parchment, and after printing a palm print, a dark green seal appeared on the back of his left hand, and he raised his hand to look at the seal, and Mephistopheles stood there with an indifferent state after cutting his voice.

"Huh?"

After carefully checking the contract in his hand, and checking the demonic palm print on it again, after completely confirming that it was Mephistopheles's soul seal, Kyris also imprinted his own soul seal on it, the scroll spontaneously ignited in front of everyone's eyes, and it burned completely in a few seconds.

Perceiving the supreme contract in the depths of the core of spiritual power, after Kyrreth once again clearly determined that the content of the contract and the extremely harsh terms of Mephistopheles had taken effect, a doubtful feeling for no reason spread from the bottom of his heart, and after glancing at Mephistopheles with an indifferent face again, Kyrreth stared at him and spoke.

"Mephistopheles, sit down!"

Under the commanding shout, the demon lord on the opposite side suddenly looked at him with a look like an idiot, but his body sat on the ground with a strange ass.

"Could it be that I'm too suspicious..."

Looking at Mephistopheles who stood up with a grin, Kyris touched his chin and muttered to himself with some doubts, and after thinking for a while, the half-elf mage suddenly pointed to a stone on the ground and ordered again.

"Mephistopheles, eat it!"

"Nima, stinky boy, you're so sick!"

But this time, the Demon Lord scolded without the slightest movement, and was directly frightened by the fact that Medivin and Egwen, who were watching the play on the sidelines, immediately entered a fighting state and looked at Mephistopheles with a nervous face.

"Why, what's wrong, how is this possible!"

However, Kelreth not only did not have the slightest nervousness, but also looked at Mephistopheles with a blank expression.

"Hehe, did you just find out... My Soul Contractor!"

"It's obviously the supreme contract of master and servant!"

"One of the cores of my real name, Syllo, represents a thousand changes and endless substitutions, so you should be glad that I just replaced my master and servant with a contract of equality!"

With a scoundrel look on her face, Mephistopheles said mockingly.

"It's that there isn't so much power to change anymore!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes twitched sarcastically. (To be continued.) )