"It's not that much trouble, it's just an attempt. ”

Edward turned his hand, and the invisible power in the space slowly materialized, and the slender silk intersected and intertwined in the air, and finally became a smooth and soft silk, and then, there were black traces, on which a few lines of words were carved, and finally, they were carefully rolled up into a slender but gorgeous scroll, which fell into the arms of the fallen angel.

The telemancer snapped his fingers again, and the fallen angel had already opened his eyes, staring blankly at the two figures in front of him, one man and one demon. "Let's go back. The Psychic Warlock said softly, "Go back to the Cunzài who sent you here, and then give him this thing you are holding, and tell him that this is a vital message for His Excellency Beria." ”

So a moment later, a fallen angel flew out of the copper castle.

Her figure flickered in the air, and then ...... The distance of the entire plane is only an illusory one in the face of the high teleportation, even if it is about to enter the fourth layer from the sixth layer and then the fifth layer, the fallen angel only takes less than an hourglass time.

A force was urging her, making her do her best to stir up every spatial warp, rushing straight to her target at an astonishing speed, even at such a speed, her soul would burn with it!

However, that is the end of it.

The plane passages of the fifth and fourth hells are already in sight, and the last teleportation spell has been activated...... However, the spirit of the fallen angel suddenly relaxed.

The power of the void enveloped her body, stiffening her movements. Reduced her to a stiff stone statue. In sight, the last bit of light outlines the image of three humanoids, but. She couldn't tell what it was.

A slender and powerful hand reached over and took the scroll from her clothes and slowly unfolded it.

"Interesting. The owner of the hand, the Devil Duke with red hair and lion's feet, said. He looked up from the scroll, stared at the two female demons in front of him, and then turned his hand back: "This is made with creation, the same as when I saw it." There are no seals, no secrecy measures, but you can feel the subtle energy above. It's weird......"

"Nonsense!" the woman with dark hair frowned dissatisfied, snatching the satin splitter and taking a closer look...... But soon, she turned to the other person blankly: "What the hell is this? Do you know each other?"

On that piece of silk. Written in black ink is a very simple text, with four lines of twenty-five or six words. The text is clumsy, and each letter is somewhat straight and lacks coherence. The last line is less like text, a square pattern made up of perfectly straight lines.

But......

Not a text in purgatory.

Writing that is not a lingua franca.

It's not the pretended high-level, shallow text used by the Barkey aristocrats of the main material plane.

It is not the language of elves and dragons, the languages of the four elemental families, nor the early human writing. Or what kind of writing has been popular in the main material plane.

Not the Mind Runes that that guy might be good at. Although the hard, straight lines looked somewhat similar to the mental runes, and even a faint emanation of power could be felt on them. But those intersecting and evenly thick lines did not conform to the reading habits of the spirit suckers who created the soul runes. In addition, if the spirit rune is separated from the material of crystal, it cannot be deciphered at all.

......

"What the hell is this?"

Glesia's brow furrowed. But in the end, I couldn't help but shake my head.

After carefully examining them three times, she finally confirmed that she had never seen those characters, either morphologically or grammatically...... Although Glesia is not as enthusiastic about the so-called inheritance of knowledge as the devils who love magic, her long life has already made her well-informed - as long as she does not deliberately avoid it, knowledge and experience will always accumulate over time to near a threshold...... However, it was this knowledge that made her, and the other two who doubted—that the scribbled ink on the silk was not in their knowledge store!

What was the code word? What was the agreement between that man and Beria?

But when did they collude with each other? Could it be that this qiē was a conspiracy from the beginning......? No, could it be that this also involves Lyntus? But why wasn't this qiē mentioned in the previous contact with his father? Could it be that this qiē has been hidden from the sight of the Lord of the Nine Prisons?

It can't be, right?

What interrupted Grasi's thoughts was Tartac's voice.

"It's crazy. After studying the letter for a short time, the Devil Duke said. Then he shook his head in the surprised eyes of the two devil princesses, and his expression seemed to be smiling: "It was written in reverse." ”

Glesia and Filna froze, then each turned their gaze to the silk.

Yes, each letter is slightly deformed, and then written in reverse, and all the characters form the vocabulary in the correct way, but the combination of words is reversed, which is like a child's prank, so that the three big devils have wasted almost an hourglass scale and more time to solve the so-called 'puzzle'.

And once you get the method, it's a lot easier...... It's as simple as it gets.

First Sentence:. Pigs are thinking about it

Second sentence:. The pig mother is always going to read it all over

The third sentence: The stupid child who can't understand the words is a little old, and the Ming Cong who comes to the gang is a little bit of a faction, I want to kill it, and the key is the key to the victory, but, the joint customs have the strength to have the age and wisdom, and the facts are clearly confirmed

It was very simple, indeed, but after all the senseless and complicated guesses, the ridiculous simplicity became a complete mockery, and in that moment, the three devils looked at each other, and it seemed that they could all see the triumphant smile on the disgusting face of the fellow!

"Bastard!"

Dark red flames burst out of Filna's hands!

The silk began to curl in the flames, but not before the complete burn came. A hand pressed the Fourth Lord's wrist, and the spark dissipated instantly, and the silk scroll was spared.

"Don't stop me! you damn bastard...... He. He ......"

Glesia shook off Tartuck's hand hatefully and gritted her teeth, but for a moment she could not find any words to describe the problem at hand—she could barely think of any words to express her feelings other than feeble swearing.

When you wake up a little bit, you know that you shouldn't even be resentful of anyone. Because this was something that the man had made to mock Beria, and the reason it was a problem was because they cut it off halfway and peeked at it...... Both in terms of purpose and action. That human approach is understandable, what's wrong with the enemy's ridicule and the like?

The father who thought of himself would also be suspicious and confused because of this. After thinking about it for a while, he jumped like thunder, he should have snickered, but why was he still so depressed and annoyed!

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Glacia sighed. "Is it just to tease Beria, who sent these killers?"

When you think about it, this seems ridiculously stupid.

How could he be sure. Will this thing fall into Beria's hands? Will Belial personally meet a failed assassin, or will he accept and review some of the scrolls she has brought back? With Beria's usual caution, would he have left such an obvious handle for the Lord of the Nine Hells?

And what effect could such a frivolous thing have for the cunning schemer? In Beria's condition, he was at most slightly angry, and then laughed at it.

"It's not that simple. ”

"Why isn't it easy?" Filna sneered as she looked at Tartac's pensive face, "He doesn't know much about hell, stupid baggy! But this boring technique is useless and meaningless. Not even the stupidest of bad demons would do that!

There was a pause in her voice...... If what the other party does is not as good as the inferior demon, then what are the two lords of a duke who is stupidly fooled and seriously thinking?

"He's seen a lot more than we know, and he's not so much more powerful than we see. Tartak said softly, carefully smoothing out the folds on the scroll, looking at the short, but each one as complex as a small picture on the fourth line of the scroll: "Just like the stuff on this." Some are guessworked, some are tricky, and some we don't understand. ”

"What power does he have?"

"I don't know. Tartak raised his head: "I have checked all the protective circles in the Red Copper Castle, especially the protective circles in His Majesty's bedroom, but I have not found any problems. ”

So Filna pursed her lips.

As the most honored guest of the Bronze Castle, there were not many people who knew better than her the power of Grasia there, but it was precisely because of this that she knew how terrible it was to be in the midst of it but still not seen through...... The unknown is always a source of fear.

"There's no point in wasting time. The silence lasted for a moment, then was broken by Glesia, her wrist flipped, and a neatly made envelope appeared in her hand: "If he wants this to be given to Beria, then we'll make sure it gets into Beria's hands." ”

......

An hourglass time later, the envelope appeared on a large desk.

The envelope made of human skin was carefully spread out and flattened, and the magical texture representing the Sixth Hell was clearly visible, and even the magical fire paint that was supposed to disappear when the seal was opened remained largely intact.

The devil behind the desk stared at the mark on the fire paint with burning eyes, as if to see every line on it, and after a long time, he finally turned to it downward.

There, too, a dark piece of satin was spread out and placed on the table, soft but uneven, with the scorching marks of flames, making it look inconspicuous, like a rag...... Beria was even sure that the inferior squire demons around him wouldn't use such things to wipe his room.

But he still looked very closely.

Because there was a very familiar aura on it, the breath of fire. Originated from the Fourth Prison - that is the source power that only the lord can grasp, and there are only two beings in the entire Nine Prisons who can have such an aura. It's like the aura of power revealed in the fire paint mark on the envelope. are all unique.

Beria didn't pay much attention to the words on the scroll, whether it was the three lines of mischief that needed to be deciphered, or the incomprehensible square diagram underneath.

He picked up the last thing from the table next to him...... A tiny sphere.

An eyeball.

The eyeballs looked very moist, although there was not a trace of blood on them, but they were still crystal clear, and it seemed that they could still be seen from the slightly open pupils. Seeing the remnants of surprise and pain, but Beria was clearly not interested in taking a closer look, his fingers twisted slightly. And then, with the low chant of the Great Devil, the mist spread out, and a faint image was drawn in front of him.

The passage in the red copper castle. The moment when the four bone demons were ruined by the power of the duke. And that mocking human smile......

"Edward, huh? ”

The image of the illusion was short and silent, but that didn't prevent Beria from reading more, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the image rested on the human's face. The Devil Lord's eyes flickered, his eyebrows slowly locked together, and his face gradually became grim...... But in the end, he let out a series of chuckles: "Is that the thing, the human with the power of devouring gods......? Asmodeus. You've found a dangerous toy for your child. ”

He slowly lifted his gaze, but he didn't know what he was observing. Just whispering to yourself

"Eternal destruction miè bottomless abyss, want to get the heavenly mountain, complete the final reincarnation...... For this purpose, you can really make use of all the qiē...... I'm not as good as you, and when it comes to ambition, I'm really not as good as you...... However, these dangerous beings, you really have the confidence to take them under full control, and not ......"

The space around the Great Devil was empty, but his voice was deep and distant...... It's like the king of the devil, right in front of him.

But before the words could be fully spoken, they were interrupted by a soft thud.

On the desk, a silver flame suddenly ignited on the silk scroll.

Beria frowned.

He had carefully observed the scroll, and knew that it was made of creation, and that even if it did not consume anything, it would disintegrate on its own in a few hourglasses, but the burning in front of him was a strange thing - in fact, the flames were not enough to describe the thing, it was more like a beam of electric light bursting from the silk, although it was only the size of a grain of rice, but the luster it emitted instantly reflected the whole space into a silver light!

The light was so intense, yet so short, that in the blink of an eye, the scroll was gone.

Then, the space fell silent again.

Beria shook her head, then reached out and pressed one of the circles on the table.

"Pass my orders to all the leaders, cities, and camps - enter military administration, strictly guard against any entry and exit personnel and resource mobilization, and at the same time break up the twelfth, thirteenth, and fifteenth mage regiments into a thousand-strong team, and place them in all the field garrison teams, find any construction carried out by Filna, or Gracia, or any other name, and change the rhythm, immediately establish a silent barrier, and increase the protection and resistance of spiritual spells. ”

After a brief command, he stood up and prepared to leave.

But the action of the Great Devil suddenly stalled.

He slowly rolled his gaze and glanced around him...... A week later, a dark red of flame slowly diffused in his eyes, completely covering the crystal-like pupils into the color of burning blood! Even as far as his eyes could see, they were reflected in a dark red, but there was still nothing in this luster.

No, there should be anything.

Beria took a deep breath.

This breath was extremely long, making the air in the entire space seem to be sucked into the body of the Great Devil! Then, as he slowly exhaled, the temperature in the entire room was steaming! The wide tables and chairs in the room, as well as the several bookshelves around it, had faint magic runes that began to surround them, but in a moment, the stone bricks on the ground had turned dark red, and the crackling sound continued!

"Strange ......"

The Great Devil looked around slightly, but there was still no trace of abnormality in his perception.

That anomaly comes from his spirit.

There is something indescribable, although it is extremely thin and unknowable, but it is pervasive and overflowing around his body, the Great Devil Lord can feel it, it is wrapped around his body, wrapping, blocking, attacking, suppressing him, the strange feeling of rejection is very light, but it is like a layer of oil film covering the body, sticky and tight, indescribably uncomfortable, and even makes his every movement become a lot more jerky and sluggish.

Beria's body shook and disappeared into the room, and when she walked into the passageway, the feeling disappeared.

Was it something that was made by a human?

Belial didn't know much about the power of the human race—Asmodes had blocked most of the information about the blockade of the main material plane, and the messages of the devil believers who had been there had also been blocked, and there was very little valuable information, if it weren't for Asmodeirs sending troops there,-

(To be continued......)