Twilight was sitting by the window, eyes closed, and slowly flicking Ranmuir's face with the tip of her tail.

When he heard this, he curled the corners of his mouth amusedly, thinking to himself that this person was chained to the palace like a dog every day, where could he hear about it?

It's about when some demons bullied him, and he said it in passing.

Dusk opened his eyes and said casually, "Not bad." ”

"Some fools think that the demons should not retreat, and that you must burn your land inch by inch, chop all humans into meat sauce, or dry it and hang it on the city."

"And I, the Demon King of Broken Horns, retreated into the abyss when the situation was good, so cowardly, I don't deserve the title of king."

"Lanmuir," he rubbed his scaly tail against the human's neck, "how much did I give up to get you, huh?" You have to keep your promise and be a good slave......"

Unexpectedly, Lan Muir actually looked at him deeply, and that gaze was a little helpless.

As if to say: Even if my king deceives others, do you still pretend to be in front of me?

Lan Muir coughed lightly, and his voice was low: "Although the demons are strong, their number is far less than one ten-thousandth of the human race. You have conquered the royal city, but there are forty-two other great and small cities of mankind, all blessed by the grace of God. ”

"What's more, there are more than human races living on the continent, they have no grudges against you before, but the habits of the demon race doom you to be unable to gain a foothold on the continent."

"If you don't take advantage of the victory and retreat into the abyss, after a long time, the demons will only be encircled and exterminated...... Our king's judgment is wise. As for me, I'm just a trophy from you. ”

I don't know where that sentence began, and there was a glimmer of light in the red eyes of the dim.

In the end, it is the Holy Monarch of the Human Race, the Demon King thought to himself. The choice that most of the abyss' fools can't understand is as transparent as a piece of glass in this person's eyes.

It's just that I didn't expect that Lanmuir has always been as soft as a rabbit, and he would actually put the cruel word "extermination" into his mouth.

"It seems that you have not yet learned how to speak to your king and master." Dim snorted casually, but was actually not angry.

But then he heard Ranmuir ask, "Do all the captives have to die?" ”

……

The aftermath of that night, now I can't remember the details. The only thing that is clear in my impression is that the cliff moon outside the window is reflected on the cold floor, illuminating the long sinuous silver-gray hair very brightly, brighter than snow.

He remembered that Lanmuir raised his violet eyes and said calmly: "I have heard that in the abyss, the people will give their lives to their leader, and if the leader is defeated, most of the time his people will die together......"

"But the people who are forced to do their bidding are innocent, they are just trying to live."

"Killing can create a dynasty for a while, but it can't protect it for a hundred years. If my king really wants to open up a place for the demons to live in the sun, he must change these bloody and cruel old customs, right? ”

……

Crash!

The quiet night shattered. The sound of chains vibrating rudely interrupted Ranmuir's words, causing his final note to turn into a muffled grunt.

"Lanmuir," Dim Flare laughed violently. He stood up, his facial features stretched out like a fierce tiger suddenly enraged, "...... Lanmuir! Very well, I underestimated you. ”

The Demon King's iron arms tugged at the chains, lifting the humans into the air. Lanmuir struggled suffocated in his palm, and shouted something hoarsely, but the next moment he was slammed to the ground, and the chain rattled.

"-You're trying to teach the demons a lesson? Why, are you going to teach me to recite the prayer of the God of Light? That's why you came to the abyss willingly!? ”

It was like smashing human bones alive. In just one moment, half of Ranmuir's face was stained red with blood.

Immediately after that, his eyes went dark, and a huge force was pumped into his heart, and he rolled out in embarrassment, and blood immediately choked out of his mouth and nose.

Dusk retracted his longtail, "Lanmuir, you forgot, you're no longer in the temple. ”

“……”

Lanmuir raised his face, his blood dripping between his teeth, and glared at him unwillingly and sadly.

The Demon King responded by kicking it. With a click, he kicked the human right through the ribs.

"Not even the God of Light can illuminate this Gasuo Abyss—"

The Demon King laughed sharply: "Here, your faith! Your kind thoughts! ”

"It's cheaper than mud, and it smells of hypocrisy."

Ranmuir had no power to resist, he kept spitting blood, but he stubbornly shook his head.

The more this happens, the angrier the faint becomes. Where can the sick and weak slave resist the demon clan beating like this, and he will not move after a few strokes.

When Lanmuir was really angry, the anger in his mind slowly subsided.

In the darkness, he turned against the wall, as if trying to suppress the magma tumbling under the volcano, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he could be regarded as suppressing the killing intent that was rising.

"Tomorrow, Ranmuir." Before turning to leave, the Demon King left a message, "I will show you how stupid you are." ”

The next day, Faint Flaunt allowed Ranmuir to walk out of the ...... for the first time To be precise, he was dragged out of his dormitory.

The Demon King personally chained the slave to the depths of the great stone hall of the royal court, next to his own throne.

At that time, the abyss was just beginning to show signs of winter, and gray clouds were rolling on the sky, and the wind blew like knives, and the cracks of the stone pillars even formed a layer of frost.

Ranmuir had only a rough and tattered linen robe, and it didn't take long for him to shiver with cold, and he closed his eyes and did not speak.

Dusk patted the slave's cheek and bent down to attach it to his ear: "Open your eyes and see clearly." If you dare to faint, the demons will immediately come and cast a spell on you. ”

After saying that, he sat down on the stone throne inlaid with tiger tooth bones, and instructed the demon attendants holding spears on both sides, "Bring the captives up." ”

Soon, a group of demons were brought up, and the hemp ropes on their hands and feet silently announced their identities.

At the front was an old woman with a baby in her arms, with gray hair, a thin face, and short, mottled and yellowish corners.

As soon as she reached the throne, she fell to her knees, wailing and muttering. She said that her wife was dead, her younger brother was dead, and her son and daughter were dead, but her daughter's son was still of no age—she held up the infant baby to all sides, chattering about how well-behaved the child was, and begging the demon king to spare the last of their family's bloodline.

"He will be an obedient slave in the future, my king." The excited old woman knelt and climbed a few steps, desperately handing the dirty cloth bag forward, "Look at him, look at him!" ”

A young demon raised a spear behind her back, and this was about to be executed. Ranmuir, who had not moved, finally couldn't help it, and hoarsely raised his head to the throne and called "My king" in a pleading tone.

The Demon King thought it was funny, raised his arm and said, "Slow, don't be in a hurry to kill her." Bring her forward. ”

The gray-haired old demon stood up tremblingly, she was small in stature, limping when she walked, and she was a cripple.

The attendant loosened the hemp rope from her feet, and the hundreds of captives behind her stared at her vain footsteps as if it were their last straw.

When he was still a dozen steps away from the throne, he shouted, "Stop." ”

But suddenly, the old woman lifted her thin, wrinkled face.

A frenzied and pathetic light burst out from her eyes, and she threw the swaddling baby she had cherished all along—the little baby that was less than a month, humming like a kitten—in the direction of the Demon King!

This shocking change came too quickly, and no one present reacted, except for the demon king himself, who was the target of assassination.

Faint Flare stood up suddenly, snatched the spear from the hand of the attendant at his side with lightning speed, and stabbed forward. When the tip of the black iron spear pierced the baby's swaddling clothes, it actually made a crisp sound of "bells"!

The next moment, boom!

The small cloth bag exploded in full view of everyone.

The viscous flesh and bones splashed in all directions, and the iron spear in Dusk's hand was directly lifted in half, and the deformed spear tip flew out for a long time before landing on the surface, flicked a few times, and rolled out.

When several shards of charred rags fell from the dead air, all the demon attendants fell to the ground.

The old woman had already been pierced through the chest by the attendants on both sides, and blood gushed out of her heart and flowed under the gray sky.

The short old demon stared at a pair of teary eyes, and she looked so pitiful that she had not blinked—even a few hours earlier, she had filled her own grandson's belly alive with a thunderstone enchanted with a spell.

Even the attendants of the Demon King's Imperial Court could not have expected such a cunning, vicious, and tragic assassination method.

Faint threw away the half-severed spear in his hand and sat back nonchalantly, this thrilling assassination was not a surprise to him.

The Demon King ignored the attendants who had neglected their duties and asked for sin, but slowly turned around.

He gave a cruel smile to the slave chained to him, and asked, "Who was the innocent, Ranmuir, you said last night?" ”

Ranmuir, who had witnessed everything, knelt there, his whole body crumbling, like a piece of paper that would fall when it was blown away.

He looked up blankly, his face, which was even whiter from the blood, and asked, "Why?" ”

The Demon King responded by waving his hand behind him. The shivering attendants, who were on their knees, quickly got up, picked up their weapons, and began to slaughter the remaining hundred or so captives like machetes.

The screams and cries continued, and the smell of blood grew heavier. Men, women, and children, like weeds cut off, fell in the cold light of iron spears and short knives, and their severed limbs and heads rolled all over the ground.

Lanmuir suddenly bent down and clenched his heart's robe. He gasped for breath in pain, and suddenly held up to the ground for a while, opening his mouth and spitting blood.

Faint laughed beside the slave, "The abyss never has a way for the merciful to live. Lanmuir, it's you who don't understand the abyss! ”

He pointed to Ranmuir and commanded, "Let this foolish man finish the whole process of execution, and when it is over, he will be tied to the slave barn, and let him taste what it is like to be a slave in real life." ”

In the first year, Lanmuir did not understand the abyss.

……

The conflict and the ensuing busyness caused Dim to quickly lose interest in Ranmuir.

Because the temperature is getting colder day by day. He had to hurry up and prepare his people for the winter.

There is no sun in the Abyss of Gasel, and the reason why the living beings are not dead is because there are vertical and horizontal fire veins in the ground here.

When the fire veins are active, they will turn into earth fire and rush up from the cracks in the earth, and once you step on it, it will be very hot for your feet. But the slumbering period of the Fire Vein is even more dangerous - at that time, the abyss will usher in a long winter, and thousands of miles of ice and snow will fall. Every winter, there are always many demons who will freeze to death in the bitter cold, or gradually starve to death due to lack of food.

This round of winter was much better than usual, as they had the spoils of war returning from the loot of the human kingdom.

The Demon King was generous, scattering most of them to his people, and even the bad demons who had a life like grass and mustard received many gifts.

But when he tasted the sweetness, the greedy demons began to be unrelenting.

Some tribal leaders were resentful of the Demon King's hasty retreat, and they wanted to escape the cold winter in the warm world; Other chieftains were preoccupied with demanding more booty from the king as a reward, and they were in a mess.

In front of the royal court with strict stone pillars, the blood stains were washed over and over again.

In the space of a month and a half, Dusk Yao killed a rebellious small tribal leader, two heirs of the leader who tried to offend him, two young priests who spread rumors, five generals who smuggled the rewards of the clansmen, and hundreds of unknown demons who had harmed Chiyu.

The blood excites and numbs him, and the faint gradually leaves behind the slave who used to talk to him in the middle of the night.

After all, so many years before he swept the Holy Monarch into the abyss, he had also come over like this.

Until one day, when Mordo came back from the slave shed to count the number of people, he casually said to him: "My king, that human cheap pig seems to be dying. ”

The Demon King was quenching his sword with Demon's Breath, and the bronze scimitar was lying across his lap.

He didn't say anything, just was out of his mind for a long time.