Edward raised an eyebrow - the devils never need to sleep, they can act continuously for tens or hundreds of years if needed, and their long life span and selfish personality also make them never put ideas such as 'privacy' and 'compassion' into their minds. Especially a proud woman like Glesia, in her thinking, everyone should be on call.

"I'm going to rest soon, let her do it herself! If it's not in a hurry, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"No, Lord Edward, the lord has asked you to go see him now, it seems that there is something wrong with the concert. ”

"What's the problem?"

"I don't know, Your Excellency. The door opened, and a fallen angel dressed as a maid walked in, followed by four devils: "But Your Majesty can't get out for the time being, so please go in person, this news is directly transmitted to the communication crystal in the city, so ......"

"What a hassle, okay. ”

Edward narrowed his eyes and glanced at the four skeleton-like figures behind him - the Bone Demon, this kind of undead monster is actually an out-and-out devil, with fast movements and powerful abilities, especially good at dimensional spells, and the deterrent power seems to be quite good, sensing the gaze of the humans, the fire in their eyes flickered, and the movements and eyes were completely aligned.

The human smiled.

"Let's go, then, we can borrow the teleportation circle in the castle, right?" he said, and stood up. Elena, who was sitting beside him, moved her shoulders slightly. But they did not follow him to their feet. Just lowered his gaze and whispered:

"Be careful. ”

"I know it's going to be over soon. ”

as the center of a plane. The bronze castle of Glesia is not grand and magnificent in appearance, but the space folded by magic creates an incomparably large and complex court inside. The three long corridors were soon submerged in the depths of light and shadow, and the ornate walls and window lattices around them repeated in silence, except for the heavy footsteps of the four-headed demon through the hollow tunnel. It rattled and finally dissolved into a void whirring sound in the distance.

"Good patience, several?" said Edward.

Hence the rhythm of the footsteps. Slightly messy.

The Fallen Angel and the Bone Demon didn't stop, but in the blink of an eye, the distance between them expanded slightly. Will that person be circumferential. Construct a circular encirclement...... They didn't have any weapons on them, but everyone knew that they were weapons in their own right - whether it was the fluctuations of magic power around the fallen angel's body, or the blue poisonous sting on the long tail behind the bone demon, it was powerful enough to directly shatter a human and soul.

But the human didn't seem to care.

"It's not easy to get in here. It looks like you've put a lot of money into it, and you're taking it out just for the sake of temptation. That's a lot of ...... But why don't you just give it to me?"

His words were careless, his eyes were slightly raised, and he didn't seem to even have the interest to pay attention to these monsters: "For the sake of yourself, which one is more likely to survive after the mission is successful, be disarmed from the instruction technique on your body, or be relieved of the command technique after surrendering?"

"It's not too big......"

The sound of a long voice came through the ears of every living being, but it was so ethereal that it was difficult to identify. And the piercing sound of friction immediately filled the surroundings, covering everything - the four-headed skull demon spread its limbs wide, its long tail raised high, and even its jaws were opened to the limit, that ridiculous posture, as if some kind of power was overflowing their bodies, but this power was not ridiculous, but terrifying...... The Devil's steel-solid bone fragments were being torn out of countless fine lines, but in the blink of an eye, with a plop, they had already crumbled into eruptions of fine dust!

"Beria is a coward, but his cowardice is not without effect, at least it will not leave any evidence that may implicate him. ”

The voice of Cun Zài crossed the wall, carrying bloated luggage—more than a dozen bloody heads tangled in hair, and he carried them in his hands, his hideous faces still showing a hint of surprise and confusion, as if he was thinking about the cause of his death.

Edward's gaze did not move.

In fact, from the very beginning, his gaze has been fixed on this being.

"Duke Tartac?"

He asked, causing the red-haired devil to show a slight surprise - but the surprise immediately turned into a smile, and his expression was not cold, but it gave a strong sense of falsehood, as if all his appearances were deliberately made. How much of it is true is known only to him.

"Count Edward, you're too careless, aren't you?" he chuckled, "why jump in when you already know that their target is you? ”

"Why should I worry if I know that His Excellency the Duke is ready to make a move, but it seems a bit rude to sit back and enjoy it, so it is my right to gather them together?" the Psychic Warlock smiled.

"Aren't you worried that I'll miss one?" the red-haired young man's face turned slightly cold.

"Duke, you are too modest, I have not stepped out of the door for less than thirty steps, and there are no living creatures in the forty-three rooms around me, with such efficiency, it is not too rude for me to worry about it again?"

The Devil's Duke's smile died in an instant.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being valued by the Lord of the Nine Prisons. He said softly.

The voice was so slight, but at this moment, the air suddenly became cold! The cold and heavy breath carried a thick blood, as if it filled every gap in the space!

With a bang, the only remaining fallen angel maid among the attackers had fallen to the ground, she was not dead, but the muscles of her whole body were tense and stiff due to the suppression of the murderous aura, like a stone statue! It was clearly audible in the hollow silence around her, like beating a broken drum, and the intense flow of blood made her whole body hurt like a knife. But there was no possibility of fainting! The tiny blood vessels burst one after another, and the blood immediately flowed around her!

Edward, however, stood still, staring into the Devil Duke's already dark red eyes, unaware of a vision.

"You're not worried I'll kill you too?"

Eventually, Tartac finally spoke, and every word he said seemed to send ripples out of thin air in the space around him.

"Humor is a good thing. But forget the boring topics," the Psychic Warlock chuckled, rubbing his fingers. Then the fallen angel lying on the ground finally fainted, and his heartbeat slowed down: "Duke Tartac, what good is it for you to kill me? As a loyal servant of Asmodes, what need do you do to make Your Majesty unhappy?"

Out of sorts?

Projection of Asmodeus' ruby scepter. The bestowed has the power to command any army in Hell. This is the power that completely surpasses the power of the Dukes of Hell, and at a time when the battle for Heaven Mountain is in full swing, this authority can even affect the balance of force in Hell for a certain extent! If there is a huge military shock because of some actions of this human being, then how can the Lord of the Nine Hells be 'unhappy'?

The murderous spirit dissipated.

Just like Tartack's face changed, the Duke of Hell's smile was as bright as the sun, making the originally cold space almost warm in an instant: "That's interesting, Lord Edward, but you may have misunderstood something. If it's about Glacia, it's for Taltac. Even the slightest transgression seems to be enough to justify it. ”

"In that case, you'll have too many people to kill, Lord Tartar. ”

Edward also smiled brightly: "Not to mention the rest, are you going to kill Filna as well? It's just eight floors below, right?"

The Duke of Hell still smiled, but his gaze was as sharp as a needle in an instant!

The human's words seemed to be inadvertent, but they brought out several important messages. And the most terrifying thing is undoubtedly - he can control Glesia's position at all times! and even know what she is doing? In the center of the Sixth Hell, the abode of the Devil's Grand Duke, in the Bronze Castle!

"Your thoughts are very ...... Be imaginative, and hopefully it's more than just your guesswork. ”

"Well, you're right, I guessed. ”

The human smile made the corners of Tartac's mouth twitch slightly.

He knew he was stupid to ask that question, but he couldn't hold back his suspicions - according to conventional reasoning, this man was only able to obtain the necessary information by some means, such as stealing the thoughts of certain devils, after all, he was a user of psychic powers. It's a bit difficult to do that, but it's not a shocking thing to do.

But what if not?

There weren't many rumors about this human, and most of them were vague, or rather, not known to the mortals, and even if Tartac was the Duke of Hell, he wouldn't be able to get more - but even the fragments of quicksand between his fingers were enough to shake Tarthuck's judgment and make his interactions with this human more cautious - or rather, he had to be cautious.

As long as about half of that information is true, then the value of this human being is far beyond what he can judge and touch at will, it is the Lord of the Nine Hells...... Something that only the Lord of the Nine Hells can decide.

The short temptation made countless thoughts turn in the heart of the devil duke, and for a while, he could only chuckle like a fool......

But the humans in front of him were equally silent

For the devil duke in front of him, Edward didn't know as much as the other party guessed.

He knew that this half-man, half-lion, well-mannered fellow was the steward of the Bronze Castle, one of the powerful men of Malboji, a high-ranking devil with a long life. Good at magic and good at hand-to-hand combat.,In terms of strength, it's said that it's just one step away from a true lord.。

In Hell, such an assessment does not seem to be a compliment—compared to the bottomless abyss, which claims to be at least six hundred and sixty-six, and at most infinite planes are one. The nine layers of Hell are simply too small, and the effective promotion system of Hell has made their strong people grow too fast and too much. As a result, countless powerful creatures who are capable of taking on the great responsibility of the Abyss Lord can only be subordinated here because of the difference between the thin line, and the narrow promotion channel sharpens every talent who acts as a blade, and the surviving Zài who is behind is destined to become an ordinary thing that can be replaced.

But that Taltak is ordinary, but it is unique.

He served as the steward of the Bronze Castle. It's been quite a long time, 10,000 years. It starts with the first two of Glesia, a devil lord named Moloch. Then there was the former lord who had been defeated by Gracia, and then to Her Royal Highness the Princess—in fact, most of the work of the sixth layer seemed to have been taken over by His Excellency the Butler. Arguably. If Marboji didn't have Graesia, there wouldn't have been a big mess. But without Tartac, I'm afraid most of it will have to stop.

If he could control this Cheng dù, wouldn't he be greedy for more things, such as the throne of the sixth layer lord?

There is no good quality in the devil who is willing to be behind the scenes, and their ambition is never to be doubted.

So if this is the case, what this duke covets is obviously a higher power—higher than the lord of the sixth layer, who can give him these things. Who else could it be?

Then, the question arises.

He appeared here. Who is it? Glesia, or is it the mysterious number behind him? Is that character Beria? if so, is he breaking the siege for himself or is he weaving a new trap? using the death of these miscellaneous soldiers as a foreshadowing? Is it worth putting a little trust in him?

Edward couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

The weakening of his strength is not only reflected in the lack of combat power, now he can really feel that every time he makes a judgment, his reaction is quite sluggish - judgment and association, and most importantly, intuition is like being wrapped in a film, thick and astringent, even if he feels something, it is very vague, and there are many times it will cause wrong judgments, and the more extensive the matter, the easier it is to make mistakes. This makes intuition a completely untrustworthy function, but when you can only rely on rational judgment, you are missing a key link and cannot reach the right conclusion.

"Then, Your Excellency, it is getting late, so I will not disturb you with the rest of your work. ”

Smiling, Edward said.

The tentacles of his spirit tightened, drawing an invisible and disorderly turbulence around him, his voice was gentle and meaningless, but his gaze had already shrunk slightly—if the opponent was hostile to him, then the next cousin would probably take the initiative, either to strike first, or to wait for him to turn away.

But unexpectedly, it's neither.

After a slight pause, the Devil Duke said solemnly: "Your Majesty Edward, Your Majesty Asmodeus asked me to bring you a piece of news. He asked me to ask you, do you want some divine power?

"What?"

Even Edward couldn't help but be stunned at this time.

"I thought he wasn't interested in paying attention to a little person like me. Alas, it's actually hard to live up to the fame, please let ...... go" After a pause, he suddenly smiled bitterly: "So, His Majesty didn't say anything else?" Or, is there a way to get in touch with him now?"

"I'm sorry, that's all there is to you. The rejection in human words made Tartak equally silent, but there was a faint flash of disdain in his lowered gaze.

"Nothing else?"

"Nope. ”

"He didn't give you any tips?"

"What's that?"

"Okay......" Edward nodded, "I have a request, I don't know if Lord Tartac can agree......?" I want to order something. ”

"Where, you just say. Anything in hell, we can bring it to you. Is it a magic item, or a material, or a scroll? or ......"

"No, it's just a person, ah, no, the devil. Edward smiled, and with a flick of his hand, a force had already pulled the fallen angel on the ground up, "However, I still need to prepare a little more, especially your help. I'm going to send her back. ”

"What, send it back?"

Tartac paused, and the sarcasm in his eyes intensified: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, but you know, Beria has always been careful, I am afraid that he will not be able to leave any tricks, even if we can prove that this person entered his territory, it is useless, and, I suspect, after she walks out of Malboji's territory, she will be directly eliminated by unknown forces." If you really want to pass on something to His Majesty Beria, then I can take a more secure approach. ”

"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.

Moments later, a fallen angel flew out of the bronze castle.

His figure flickered in the air, and then again.

The advanced teleportation technique does not have the slightest dislocation, from the sixth layer (to be continued......