"Bring me some more prisoners, this time a little more."

If the quality is not good, Zhang San can only use the quantity to pile up, one, two, as more and more dried corpses are piled up next to him, the magic array in front of him gradually lights up.

The dog lying next to him felt as if the keyboard was playing something dangerous, because the magic circle it created after draining the blood of the prisoners was originally colored, but now it began to turn red.

Buzz –

Zhang San's summoning spell was about to be read, and the light of the magic array composed of alien blood of various colors was gradually dazzling, but at this critical moment, he couldn't pronounce the last word.

One more, at least one!

"Good dog, go grab a few more."

The big dog who stood up obediently opened several cells with his bracelet and grabbed the prisoners who were so frightened that they were cowering in the corners.

"Let me go!!"

"It shouldn't be me, there are two more people next to me!"

"I'll say everything! I know who planned the robbery! ”

They had just heard screams outside, and some strange sounds could have traveled far in this poorly soundproofed prison.

None of the prisoners wanted to experience for themselves what had happened to those people, and a group of people were anxious to turn themselves into something transparent, trying to keep the horrible monsters out of their sight.

But these people are obviously not those lucky ones, and no matter how much they beg for mercy and cry, they can't escape the fact that they are face to face with the dried corpse.

Zhang San finally pronounced the last word of the summoning spell, and the dark magic array opposite the inverted pentagram drawn with blue blood in his hand was completed.

The light in the middle of the magic circle that turned red spread to the surroundings and opened a dark red spatial passage, and a red-skinned demon with two horns and a hideous face appeared in the magic circle.

"The world! I smell wonderful air! ”

The demon grinned and clenched his hand hard, the human magician not only brought him from hell to earth, but also did not restrain him in any way!

Hehehe.

Syllable! 呲——!

A sudden crack in his back made the demon laugh in pain, and he turned around with rage, just as he wanted to teach the magician who summoned him a lesson, only to find that the other party was not human at all.

Black pole-like hands and feet, magnified several times the body, black dumplings also hold a multi-tailed whip in his hand, with his most disgusting divine aura on it.

Syllable!!

"You're the keyboard! I know you!!! ”

Stretching out his hand to protect his body, the demon instantly changed his face and stepped back in horror to tell the story about the keyboard.

It's a guy who will take the fallen angels into slavery!

And the fallen angel named Imojin is not known how many times stronger than him, and the other party also used some tricks to get himself from hell to the world.

That wasn't a method that these low-level demons could use, and the reason why the demon named Morris knew these things was only due to the stories of friends he knew who had been to Earth.

They were supposed to enjoy life on earth, but they were sent back to hell by an Englishman, John Constantine.

This is this Konstantin! It was he who made the demons who returned to hell understand the mystery of the disappearance of the fallen angels!

His best friend, Keyboard, used a force more terrifying than the Demon King to capture a fallen angel Imogen who tried to snatch the world from the hands of humans, and became a slave who had to serve the keyboard carefully every day!!

Oh.. No.

Even after spending so much time in hell, Morris could not imagine how difficult his life as a slave would be.

The object to be served is a keyboard more powerful than the Demon King, and he may suffer torture far beyond the punishment of crime if he does not do a good job.

Like now!

"Am I famous in Hell? How do you feel like you don't know what I look like when you're not a big guy? ”

Zhang San stopped slapping the other party with a cowhide whip enchanted with holy water, this whip that can increase the work efficiency of the demon seems to have a good effect, and the demon who is beaten will scream.

The demon, who was extremely lowly in both expression and movement, knelt directly in front of him, lowered his head and said in a trembling voice:

"Honorable Strongman, I offer you my despicable and cunning real name, my name is Maurice, a low-level demon who will torture impure souls and make torture instruments of suffering"

Morris wanted to let the keyboard know that he could have a little hell of something, at least not the kind of brainless demon who could kill people except to eat people.

It sounded as if the other party was introducing his work experience in hell, so Boss Zhang found a chair from the space and sat on it: "No more?" You're only going to torture souls and make torture instruments? ”

The demon, whose brain was almost out of work, saw that it didn't seem to like this thing very much, and hurriedly added some more content to the 'resume':

He has a lot of strength! Rough skin and thick meat! I also often suffer from insomnia! Even anorexia!

Well.

He has a lot of strength, he is strong, he can continue to work without long rest, and he can't eat much food.

Compared with the seven red-skinned dwarves who can do anything, although the red-skinned demon in front of Zhang San has fewer skills, it is no problem for him to eat less and live less as a coolie.

After a long time passed, Morris, who was weak in his heart, waited for his end.

A yellow bracelet appeared in front of him, and the demon, eager to serve his boss, didn't pay any attention to the promises in the keyboard words, and he put the bracelet on his wrist as fast as he could.

"You are currently in your internship period, and I will always monitor your contribution to the company during this time. If you don't, then I'll send you where you need to go. ”

The keyboard didn't say where it was, and Maurice himself thought of the world after the demon died.

They are not immortal, and their powerful power can still destroy the body and soul of demons, let alone low-level demons like Morris.

"Dear boss, I will let you see my hard-working side, I promise you."

The red-skinned demon who had not yet risen on his knees pressed his forehead to the dirty ground as he spoke, and if the keyboard sitting in front of him was not a black pole-like foot, then Morris would definitely kiss it up to show his surrender to the boss.

"It will take you to the place where you go to work, don't let me down." Zhang San, who had whipped the demon with two whips without doing anything, waved his hand casually and asked the dog next to him to take the demon out.

He didn't know if it was the whip or what's going on, but the strange demon knelt down and became his employee, and the genius who was preaching keyboard deeds in hell was a real genius. (End of chapter)