"Yes, my king." The cherubim complimented, "I will take the pressure off you, and you will not be disappointed." ”

"Hmm." Satan nodded faintly.

The crystal ball dimmed, and Satan's face vanished.

On the top floor of the dim and gloomy demonic temple, the respectful look on cherubim's face slowly faded.

His eyes became sharp as blades, and he whispered into the air.

"How long will it be before Mammon will come back......"

In the dark corner, the blue light lit up slightly, and a divine thought floated in.

"An hour."

"It doesn't have to come back, let's kill it." Cherubim said blandly.

"Yes."

The blue light in the corner was hidden, and the cherubim turned his head and walked briskly downstairs.

His expression changed from fierce to sad and anxious.

The emotion was so real on his face that even the demons he saw were shocked.

When the cherubim went to the main hall, he cried out, "It's over, it's over!" ”

"What's going on?!"

In the main hall, several eighth-order demons and three eighth-order fallen angels who stayed behind surrounded them.

Originally, they were still discussing the cherubim's flattery of Satan, but now they were more concerned about why the cherubim were the way they were.

Cherubim's eyes trembled slightly, and he said, "Mammon and Asmodeus have been defeated in Tower City in the Middle East!" ”

"What!?" The demons were shocked.

"Impossible, Mammon and Asmodeus are two of our nine demons, both of them are eighth-order demigod level, and the high-level combat power of the Middle East Desert Legion Kingdom is held back by the Satan King and others, who else can defeat them!?"

An eighth-order demon rushed up, grabbed the cherubim with his big hand, let him struggle in the air, and said angrily: "Cherubim, don't think that if you become a confidant of the Satan King, you can make things up! ”

"What I say is true...... cherubim blushed and said sincerely.

With a wave of his hand, he presented the process of the Battle of Tower City in the Middle East Desert Legion to the demons.

In the projection, the entire battle was advancing at a very fast speed, from the demon army breaking through two lines of defense in a row, to being blocked at Shangma Pass, and then to the Kyushu army supporting the arrival of ...... In the end, it was Seth who obliterated Asmodeus, and Mammon fled in a hurry.

The demons looked at each other and had to believe the words of the cherubim, and the eighth-order demon also put the cherubim down.

The projection is presented by a ninth-order divine martial artist called the Demon Heart, the exclusive treasure of the Satan King, which is impossible to fake.

"Asmodeus, my brother!" An eighth-order demon thumped his chest and feet, his face grief-stricken, "I'm going to avenge it!" ”

"Revenge?" Cherubim said in a deep voice, "Eleven million demon armies have been wiped out, and we are no longer capable of fighting war in the Desert Legion States of the Middle East!" ”

A fallen angel snorted coldly, looked at the demon with disdain, and said coldly: "Eleven million troops, lost by Asmodeus and Mammon, such a great sin, damn it!" ”

"What did you say!?" The eighth-order demon suddenly became angry, and the bone wings behind his back suddenly opened, and his breath leaked out.

"What? You demons just don't have brains, don't know strategy and tactics, and can only do brute force! The fallen angel who had just spoken sneered.

"Ahh You're looking for death! The eighth-order demon roared angrily and was about to rush forward.

In the main hall, the fallen angels and demons were instantly divided into two distinct teams, and the atmosphere was tense.

Seeing this, the cherubim waved his hand to stop: "What are you going to do?" Infighting?! ”

"Cherubim, which side are you on? You're a fallen angel, aren't you? A fallen angel frowned.

The cherubim was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "It doesn't matter which side I stand, don't forget, Mammon is still alive, and she is our brother and sister anyway!" ”

"Mammon? Isn't it on its way back? The eighth-order demon asked.

"No," the cherubim bowed his head, his eyes red, "just now, King Satan announced the punishment of Mammon. ”

The three-headed eighth-order demon was taken aback: "Punishment, what punishment?!" ”

"King Satan said, 'Execute Mammon....."

"What!?" The eighth-order demons panicked, "Asmodeus is already dead, could it be that Mammon is also going to die?" This ......"

"Cherubim, as far as you can get in touch with King Satan, don't you say anything to the king?" The eighth-order demon said anxiously, looking eagerly at the cherubim.

Now in their eyes, the cherubim are the only hope that can save Mammon!

The fallen angels were expressionless, they discriminated against the demons, believing that the fallen angels were superior to the demons.

What does it have to do with the death of an eighth-order demon?

"The king is in a very bad mood, how dare I speak." The cherubim said bitterly.

"It's over, our two brothers!" The eighth-order demons were desperate.

"But...... "however," said the cherubim, "I think we can put Mammon to death without haste, and when the Satanic King has lost his temper, we may be able to intercede with Mammon." ”

"Isn't that against the king's will?"

"O keep Mammon against the king's will, we have lost a brother!" The cherubim said compassionately.

The eighth-order demons were moved, they didn't have a twisted intestine, and said bluntly, "Cherubim, our brother remembers your kindness. ”

"No, they're all brothers and sisters!" The cherubim waved his hand, turned to look at the fallen angels, bowed his head, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is my arrogance, and I'm sorry! But I hope you understand me, the demon fallen angels are partners who have been killed from hell together, and they should help each other, I really can't bear to look at Mammon, a great eighth-order demigod-level demon was executed like this, if it were any of us, would a failure end up like this, even if it was death, it should be died on the battlefield! ”

The fallen angels had different expressions, but none of them said much.

Yes, the Satan King is now the commander of the Old Gods Alliance, and his power is monstrous, if he is defeated one day, will he be executed by his own people?

"Cherubim, do as you say, an eighth-order demigod-level demon really shouldn't die on a cross." The leader of the eighth-order fallen angels said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, with your support, my pressure is not so great." The cherubim thanked the demons and the fallen angels with a sincere expression.

On both sides, the demons cast approving glances at the cherubim, and the fallen angels did not speak, which was considered acquiescence.

At this time, in the main hall, there were three eighth-order demons and three eighth-order fallen angels, which happened to be balanced.

And the cherubim in the middle is the center of this balance.

If Mammon doesn't come back.

"I'm going to pick up Mammon!" Cherubim looked at an eighth-order demon, "Are you going with me?" ”

"Of course, I'd love to see my brother!" The eighth-order demon answered.

......

It is 7,000 kilometers away from the Demon Holy City.

Mammon fled for her life, and only dared to look back when she got here.

It was a lonely wilderness area, and there was a dead silence all around, and Seth didn't chase after him.

Mammon's expression calmed down a little, and she clenched the blood-colored trident in her hand: "Damn, Asmodeus has been killed, the army has been destroyed, I am afraid I will be punished if I go back....."

Mammon pondered nervously, a little hesitantly.

"The Satan King is confronting other gods in another space, and it is difficult for divine thoughts to come out, maybe I don't have time to care about me, but I can't do it, and there are demon brothers to support me, so let's go back!"

Having made up her mind, Mammon turned around and prepared to continue flying in the direction of the Demon Holy City.

At this moment, it suddenly found itself unable to move.

Horror appeared on its face, and the next moment, its expression froze.

A purple crack that just devoured it appeared out of thin air, as if the space was suddenly severed, engulfing it in an instant.

A cold wind blew, and Mammon's trident fell, plunging into the earth.

Its breath completely disappeared in the world.

And the purple crack was gone, as if it had never existed.