The mountains and forests are dark at night, and under the countless dark woods and trees, a cruel and cruel game of nature is staged.

In contrast, the cave with the dim light of the fire was quiet and peaceful, except for the black-haired girl who kept vigil, everyone else slept deeply, and entered the quiet fragrance of dreams.

An Ling hugged Hina in his arms tightly, feeling every bit of extremely pure and holy light aura on her body, and at the same time, the abyss beacon in her soul consciousness was already ringing, sending out a call from the Abyss King.

The holy sword under him was calm on the surface, but in fact, the huge and domineering holy power inside it had poured into An Ling's soul, scorching his consciousness.

Under this circumstance, the corners of An Ling's mouth hooked up a smile, and the abyss power in his soul surged, projecting his consciousness into the distant, terrifying, and filthy abyss.

Slowly open your eyes.

An Ling is in a large, ruined palace, which seems to have come from the handiwork of an ancient giant, and has an air of grace and coarse generosity, with broken stone pillars towering high and straight, four huge stone chairs standing side by side, and a grand throne standing at the end.

It was covered in a domineering and terrifying black daylight, making the palace as if it had come from a giant's masterpiece with the aura of darkness and chaos that can only be found in the abyss.

"Tyrannical, I didn't invite you, but you came anyway."

A voice full of majesty descended from the throne.

An Ling turned to look and saw an angelic god on the throne dressed in extremely gorgeous black and gold armor with twelve black wings spread out behind him.

Black sunlight spontaneously emanated from his body, and he possessed the endless majesty and power of both the Abyss Demon King and the gods.

A god who has fallen into the abyss since antiquity, the Black Sun, the eternal monarch who defies everything, and one of the immortal great kings of the abyss.

The arrogant king "Lucifer".

Beneath his throne is a humanoid worm-faced robe with an extremely eerie and terrifying image. The undead worm of the abyss, the king of despicability. @*~~

These two are also the initiators of this Demon King Banquet.

"Ha~ Demon King Banquet, how can I do it without it?"

An Ling chuckled softly as he greeted them lightly.

"By the way, is it just the two of you? Am I coming too early? ”

The King of Arrogance was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and said, "Thank me for my tolerance, tyranny, there was no place for you here." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand slightly, and a huge stone chair suddenly rose on the left side.

An Ling grinned and teased:

"Thank you, how about I pluck your wings off as a gift in return?"

With that, he flew down and sat down on the stone chair.

The arrogant king did not pay any more attention to An Ling, but sat quietly on his throne and waited.

At this time, the king of despicability bowed respectfully to the king of pride, and said in a humble manner:

"My king, and the others have arrived."

As soon as his voice fell, vague shadows appeared on several other boulder chairs in the palace.

Built of countless skeletons, shaped like a tree, like a wise old man, an immortal who fell into the abyss, and the enemy of death, the king of death.

A blurry gray mist of light turns the real into the unreal, the delusion into the real, and peeks into the master of all dreams and the desires of the heart, the king of the vain.

A crimson giant in broken armor, a grieving hero who has fallen into the abyss, and an indomitable warrior who vows revenge on the earth, the King of Wrath.

and the sludge of the abyss, which devours everything and is eternally hungry, the Lord of Greed. 1

All the demon monarchs in the abyss gathered together at this moment.

At the same time, in the darkness around the palace, a pair of strange and crazy eyes flashed, which were the great demons in the abyss. They were not eligible to be present in the palace, but they were among those invited, allowed to sit in on the feast.

It is worth mentioning that in addition to the greedy king of the sludge body, the other demon kings are also the same as An Ling, who only came here for the projection of consciousness, and the body did not arrive.

"Quick! Give me! Give me the remains of the gods! ”。

As soon as the Lord of Devouring appeared, he rushed down from the stone chair in a hurry, and with a hungry roar, he writhed his corrupt and filthy sludge body and crawled towards the throne of Lucifer, the King of Pride.

"Presumptuous!"

The King of Pride was slightly furious, and raised his hand to summon countless huge black sun spears, nailing them to the muddy body of the King of Devour.

The incomparably terrifying black sun flame instantly made the body of the King of Devouring Sludge boil, and the situation was extremely miserable.

"Inferior things! You need to know how to be humble in front of me~"

The King of Arrogance said lightly, his face under his black and gold helmet was pitch black, and he couldn't see his emotions.

"Heha~"

At this time, An Ling suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

I saw that the muddy body of the Greedy Devouring King, who was originally "in agony", suddenly squirmed again, and the black sun spear pierced his body gradually softened and merged into his body. Even the endless and domineering black sun flames were devoured by him.

The despicable king beside the throne looked at him and bowed down to the arrogant king:

"My king, greed is just a puddle of unconscious mud, meaningless to a banquet. Cast Him out. ”

"Hmm..."

The arrogant king bowed slightly, stretched out his fingers and flicked them lightly.

In an instant, a black light flashed, and the Lord of Devouring disappeared into the palace in an instant.

A hiccup passed.

The Despicable King squirmed his strange humanoid body and walked up to the Demon Kings, and hummed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, my king is very pleased that you have been invited, and now I share with you the remains of the gods, as I have said before."

No sooner had he finished his words than a large, mutilated, shriveled corpse appeared in the center of the palace, with the breath of pure wind and stars lingering on it.

Including An Ling, all the demon kings sitting there had their eyes burning.

"I want his skull."

The King of Death was the first to speak.

"I want His eyes and his brain. Error-free updates @"

The King of Vanity continued.

"I want His limbs."

The King of Wrath followed.

"I want His heart."

An Ling also hurriedly spoke.

The remains of the gods appeared for a moment, and they were immediately divided up by the demon kings.

I saw that the despicable king turned his eyes and said to An Ling:

"Tyranny, the heart of this ancient wind god has been taken away by my king, you can change the part."

"Is that so?"

An Ling touched his chin, and then said with a smile: "Forget it, I won't eat it." ”

He suddenly thought that he was a consciousness projected from the human world to the abyss, and he didn't have the strength to eat the remains of this god, so he simply gave up.

Anyway, he came to this banquet just to join in the fun.