In fact, even if Sifer doesn't get sick, with Bell's strength, one person can easily deal with Sifei, the leader of the guards, Heiguang, and all the devil soldiers present. This is the heritage of a devilish archduke who has stepped into the realm of legends for centuries.

It's just that Bell doesn't know Siefer's rank and hole cards, and suspects that Siefer is roughly the same strength as himself, so he hasn't dared to act rashly. And Sifer's calmness after hearing about the Demon Dynasty made Bell even more convinced of his conjecture.

But what if right now, the only person who can stand up to me is extremely weak? Bell had a bold idea in his head and walked towards the current Grand Duke, who had stopped moving.

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Sifer had just taken a few steps back with the devil soldier before he stopped where he was.

The shiny little leather shoes didn't take a step further.

It was the pain that kept him in his tracks.

Siefel felt his sweat rush through his pores, wetting the inside of his tuxedo.

Damn, how is this time?

Is it still here after all?

The demonization is starting to take shape!

He clenched his fists, his white nails digging straight into his flesh to vent his unbearable pain.

There was already a faint red stain of blood in Siffer's clenched fist, but compared to the pain of his nails piercing into the flesh, the pain caused by the corrosion of the body and mind of the hellish plane was ten thousand times stronger!

Intense pain and itching spread all over the body, and every inch of skin felt like it was about to grow worms.

Fortunately, Bell should have left by this time, right?

Thankfully, it wasn't in front of Bell.

Siefel gasped violently. He breathed heavily, trying to calm his nerves and recover from the state as quickly as possible.

However, the next second,

The voice behind him sounded the death knell of despair for Siefer:

"Oh, Siefer-sama, you don't look well?"

- It's Bell's voice!

Seafield could hear Bell's approaching footsteps behind him.

A biting chill pierced his back like a solid spike of ice.

"Oh no, Bell hasn't left yet!"

Sifer secretly screamed in his heart, but he could only endure the discomfort on his body and reluctantly turned around.

He tried all his perseverance to suppress the sickness on his body!

- Angels are creatures that are one body and mind, and their thoughts can affect their appearance.

He couldn't cover up all the cosmetic changes caused by the onset of demonization, and he could only make sure that the exposed skin, such as his face, hands, and neck, looked normal.

How fortunate Siefel was at this time, usually wearing a neat tuxedo and wrapping his body tightly. If his clothes were a little more revealing, he might have been exposed at this moment.

Inside the gorgeous black and blue dress, his skin is undergoing a terrifying change!

If someone tore apart Siefer's tuxedo at this time, they might be so frightened that they couldn't close their mouths—

All of Siffer's covered skin was covered in red chickenpox, and cocoon-like sprouts were scrambling to emerge on his skin. Cysts appeared in the lower abdomen and back, black lines spread on the calves, and veins and blood vessels bulges blackened·······

But even though the fine clothes concealed most of the strangeness in Siefer's body, he looked haggard and pale, with a few drops of sweat hanging from his hair.

"Bell, is there anything else?"

Siefel barely managed to squeeze out a smile to keep his tone from making waves, but his tone still revealed a bit of displeasure.

The most difficult thing for Siefel now is that he has to maintain normalcy while still getting sick, so as not to be discovered by Bell about his weakness!

If you want to compare it, it's crawling all over the body with ants and cockroaches, and the tentacles and fluff of the insects glide over every inch of skin. From time to time, sharp spikes suddenly pierce the skin.

But not only can Siffel not be able to vent freely, but he must endure not to show even the slightest abnormality!

With an amiable smile on his face, Bell slowly stepped forward and asked with a pretended concern:

"Nothing. Sie-fael, is it just that you don't look well and need my help? ”

This damn Bell!

Who doesn't know what you're thinking about.

Siefel cursed in his heart.

"It's none of your business, Bell." Siefel frowned and glared at Bell coldly, "If you don't have anything else to explain, just leave quickly, don't waste my time." ”

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Bell noticed that the gorgeous tuxedo on Siefer's body had become more and more snug due to cold sweat, and there were mottled sweat stains on it.

His heart pounded in his chest, as if he were singing a battle song of victory.

What exactly is the situation with Sifel?

Is there some kind of curse that has set in? Or did he temporarily become weak for some reason?

"Do you want to do it now?"

The thought crossed Bell's mind.

They were also on the rooftop of the Lord's Castle, surrounded by nominally Siefel's subordinates.

Now Sifer is the lord of the war wilderness!

Bell's eyeliner and traitors planted in the lord's castle have been eliminated, and if Bell rebels at this time, most of the devil soldiers will still support Siefer.

However, if he can take advantage of Sifer's weak state and quickly defeat the current lord, without giving the main force in the basalt castle time to react······

All the demons who support Sifer may turn against the fact that the current lord has been defeated and hijacked!

Bell stared at the strange Siefir, watching the current Grand Duke break out in a cold sweat and tremble slightly.

The price is very attractive in front of Bell, and victory is in sight!

Bell's tongue poked out of its mouth like a snake out of a hole and licked it around his lips.

The hands behind his back were filled with magical energy, and the fiery energy lingered in his fingertips.

As long as Bell is willing, the next moment he can burst into a surging evil magic -

Summons a flaming greatsword and casts [Meteor Burst] to wash the square with 4 massive blazing meteorites.

"What if it's a trap?"

The suspicious and cunning former Grand Duke immediately realized the risks behind the gains.

Could Siefel be deliberately showing weakness to induce him to do it on the spot, and then take the opportunity to take him down?

Weighing the price and danger at both ends of the scale, Bell narrowed his eyes slightly, not daring to act rashly, but he did not leave. The fiery mana that lingers at your fingertips is still unleashed.

Try to procrastinate as much as possible!

- That's Bell's plan.

He was going to stay here for a while to see if Seefer was really in a state of weakness, or if he was just deliberately showing weakness.

"I'm sorry, Sia-sama Siefer, I just remembered something." Still with a hypocritical and harmonious smile on his face, Bell walked slowly towards Seefer and saluted respectfully to the Grand Duke, who was much shorter than himself:

"As your predecessor, it's important for me to tell you something about the Lords of Hell. Please listen to it.

"Don't worry, it will take up to 5 minutes of your time, Lord Siefer, ······"

(End of chapter)