So his gaze moved slightly, and finally he got his wish, and saw something other than indifference and mockery on the human face. ↖

"This power, not just one of the nine powers, nor of the seven legions, is a powerful ability of your own bestowed, bestowed by the greatest of beings, and it will crush all your enemies...... And turn them into your food?" Edward said softly, "but alas, it's just a ...... Botched piracy. ”

His voice was still calm. But for some reason, the emperor's ghost suddenly felt excited and swept away.

Something, as his words dripped wildly, and even the cheers around him were rising and disappearing. The power is spreading around the emperor's phantom, and the dark red turns into countless runes, and the power that gathers is as heavy as a mountain!

Without warning, he had already stabbed with a sword!

No one saw this sword, because it was only a light breeze that rippled the air, without any physical edges—it was a fierce soldier condensed by the power of hell, an invisible and qualitative sword of darkness that was enough to kill the incarnation of the gods, and summoning it would cost a lot of money, and would cost Isgandar at least more than a hundred percent of his existing strength, but the emperor's undead made a decision in a short time that he could not detect it, and swung this sword!

The sword could pass through the man's body, but it didn't penetrate, because at the moment of contact, something, just like that, exploded in his body, like an isolated wave of water, starting from one point and expanding in all directions.

But Isgandar's movements then stiffened.

The Emperor's undead turned his mind violently, trying to drive his body. But the half-material, half-spiritual body seemed to be covered with an incomparably heavy shackle. No matter how much spirit he concentrated, he couldn't move a single bit. He suddenly looked up, and saw the figure in front of him slowly stand up, stretch out a finger and flick it lightly, and the blade of the sword was sideways, marking a tremor of the air in the air!

It's a constraint!

An invisible force that seized the space, and even ...... Time?

The world around them was plunged into a gray darkness, and this strange feeling crossed the thoughts of the undead, but at this time. Again, the man spoke: "Don't hide. Even if the ground is full of demonic creatures, your aura is a little too unique. ”

He said.

"It's rude to hide, Lord Edward, haven't you been busy since just now? I've been very polite and considerate enough to keep you open?

The soft woman's voice sounded, coming from all directions, fluttering and charming. But to the ears of the undead, it was like thunder—when the celestial creatures appeared, he had already expanded the scope of vigilance, and the entire city was surrounded by grass and trees. Every life should be under his control, but at this moment. The source of this sound is completely uncertain!

It's not just sound.

She exists, just a stone's throw away!

It was purely a feeling. But it's also a real pressure. For a moment, he even had the urge to bow down to that woman!

The phantom's face trembled slightly. The horror in Isgandar's heart was almost indescribable, although the feeling was not powerful, and he could still oppress it, but the existence in this world that could have such an oppression for him should hardly exist! Even the incarnation of a god could not have made such a feeling for him!

What's going on here?

"If you know I'm here, why keep covering it up? It's fun to waste time?"

No matter how charming and seductive the voice was, human beings seemed unmoved, and even did not hide their dissatisfaction, but the woman's voice was not the slightest bit angry, and was still soft and charming: "No, it's a girl's prerogative." She chuckled, "I've come to visit you, Lord Edward, you don't have to be so rejected, right?"

"Specially, specially to protect your interests, right?" Edward sneered: "The lord of the Nine Prisons, if you can't even discipline the actions of your subordinates, I don't think you should stretch your hand so long, otherwise, I won't mind helping him get a manicure or something." ”

"Huh, Lord Edward, when did you become so concerned about these little things of mortals? Isn't this like the Edward Vincent who almost lifted the seal of the ancient evil?"

"Oh, then you mean to remind you how capable this subordinate of your father really is, and how capable he is to do things not so 'mortal'?"

Edward smiled lightly.

However, at this moment, the sky of the entire battlefield flickered and dimmed with his words! Countless subtle gurgling sounds, as if a huge monster was crashing into the barrier of space, trying to get out of it!

"Okay, okay,"

The woman's voice was silent for a moment: "This time, it is indeed our actions that have made some mistakes, not noticing that the child, and this lady, have such a close relationship with you. But it was just an accident......"

"I'm not satisfied with your answer. So, you should go to your father's errand, and we'll have a good discussion. ”

"This ......"

"What? Think my request is ridiculous? I'm a little mortal, and I don't deserve to communicate directly with the great Lord of the Nine Hells for such a small matter?"

"Not really, but now, my father has no interest in him, so I'll leave it all to me......"

The woman's voice was soft and charming, but the meaning in it made Isgandar's heart thunder!

"It will take a while to digest those divine powers, and besides, those guys in the upper realm obviously don't want to give up this opportunity, the portal on the pure white heaven has suffered a counterattack, and the loss is not small, but I have got a lot of good quality subordinates from there. Therefore, my father has allowed me to act with full authority, and I am now a lord overseer, so can I also represent him in such an identity? Can I tell you about it?"

Lord of the Nine Hells...... Pure White Paradise ...... Father's ...... Suzerain......

One by one, the words seem to be careless. Stimulating the spirits of the undead in Isgandar.

It seems that it was only at this time that he suddenly appeared. The woman's voice had a very peculiar characteristic—language didn't actually mean much to the undead, and by the time they died, they had lost their throats and ears to hear. The dialogue between the undead and humans is nothing more than the energy of consciousness stirring up, so there is no difference between languages.

However, the woman's voice was in the language of purgatory!

The language of the devil.

Listen to the soul. The word 'heaven' in this rhetoric carries a profound curse, which is the meaning of the evil cube that will be entangled. And the supremacy of reverence contained in the titles of 'lord' and 'lord' is by no means comparable to any human speech...... Only a demon like the devil can express such a profound expression in this kind of words about the relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Is this speaker a devil? More than that, he can call the Lord of the Nine Hells his father......

The meaning of the connection in his thoughts shocked Isgandar infinitely, and even his soul was trembling wildly at this moment-although most of the memories of a thousand years ago had been scattered in his slumber, the relationship between master and slave engraved in power would never change-that was the master of the Nine Hells. The enemy of good, the king of the devil...... And Isgandar, the only emperor who reigns on earth, is the one who transcends the existence of God. A guarantee made with strength!

The heir of the Lord of the Nine Hells, the only one who also exists, is, of course, a woman. The only princess in the world, but how can this human in front of her be able to have such a familiar conversation...... Or even wantonly show that kind of strong attitude!?

And most importantly. Her Royal Highness the Princess, the King of the Devil. He was not angry at such an impudent offense, and even showed familiarity and ...... Laughing attitude?

Could it be that she has been subjected to some unknown plot by those celestial creatures, or that all this in front of her life is simply a huge deception, and this woman's voice is not a devil's princess at all, but just a means created by that damn human using some kind of despicable power to try to confuse himself!

"Idiot!"

His thoughts trembled, interrupted by an indifferent shout!

Isgandar looked dazedly, noticing that the owner of the voice had finally appeared—it should be said that the figure had been here all along, but the female knight in armor had been staring blankly at everything in front of her, behaving like a mortal, so the emperor's undead had never noticed her presence.

But at this moment, this is no longer the ordinary, much more humble and weak female human than the Imperial Chosen Knight.

She slowly walked through the gray space, her willow waist swayed lightly between her steps, and every piece of the heavy armor on her body was changing slightly with the movement, slightly exuding luster, making it unbelievable that such a heavy set of armor that concealed the curves of women could also set off the charm of the figure in action!

However, in Isgandar's eyes, this figure was so terrifying for some reason......

This ordinary human woman has an extremely terrifying aura on her body, although it is weak, but cold, cruel, and arrogant! On her face, the delicate eyebrows and eyes are so charming, but it seems that as long as she looks at her for a moment, the light in these eyes can crush the emperor's soul into pieces!

She walked forward like this, and with each step forward, the force that pressed on Isgandar's head increased by one point!

Under the agitation and oppression of this power, the body of the undead suddenly burned, it was a very faint, almost invisible flame, but in this light, the illusion that made up his body was constantly distorted! In an instant, Isgandar's pale face was completely distorted, and his mouth and eyes almost turned into three deep black holes! But he could not even make a sound! He could only let the flame bring his soul far more terrible pain than burning!

It was the power engraved in Isgandar's soul, the punishment of the supreme contract! The price that must be paid for obtaining the great power of hell is that the soul belongs to hell, and as the only master, the lord of the nine hells. Or the messenger he appointed has the decisive power over the soul if he violates any of the terms of the contract......

No more certainty is required. Such power was enough to prove her identity, she was the daughter of the Lord of the Nine Prisons. The only princess of hell!

But why was she angry?

Is it because of the human being in front of you, because it is a mistake to be hostile to him?

......

Edward's eyes narrowed slightly. Watch as the gray in your field of vision fades......

Now that the little interlude is over, everything should be back on track—all that's left seems to be to see how Glesia can make a performance that will satisfy him...... Although, in fact, it's a bit difficult.

Her Royal Highness's temper was far less rosy than she had shown, and she would not have been stingy in showing some of the might of the Helllord to this poor subordinate who had foolishly made a mistake and left her to fall behind in a possible negotiation. However, no one can guarantee whether these performances will have a practical effect.

Well, at least for the Chosen Knights who are staring blankly at everything, it's a scene they'll never forget.

These mortal warriors could not comprehend the majestic power of manipulating time, let alone see through it, so their minds were still immersed in the excitement of the Emperor's victory over five powerful celestial creatures - the daimyo of the Otherworldly Divine Servants, although they were also not known to them, but those with brilliant wings. The giant-like figure and the majesty of the mountain were enough for them to understand the power of these angels.

Even such an existence, in front of the emperor, is just a flick of a finger. It turned into a dregs of ash powder.

The realization excited them, and the stirring mood of the valley urged the blood, and the cheeks flushed. Even their fingers were shaking uncontrollably! They opened their mouths and inhaled deeply. Be prepared to show your excitement, awe with a neat cheer. And everything......

But as soon as their lips opened, before the cry could be heard, they were already pressed against their respective throats.

Where hundreds of pairs of eyes meet, there is a man.

A woman.

Not the woman wrapped in a black burqa and leaning on a man, but a woman dressed in heavy armor that belonged to the Royal Guard...... Although the heavy armor completely obscured the curves of her body, and even in the eyes of most people, she was just a figure slowly walking towards the emperor's back, but the moment their eyes met with it, the judgment of 'woman' had been deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone who saw her.

It was indescribably alluring.

She is just taking a step forward, but every shaking of her body is a naked temptation, guiding the most primitive instinct in people's hearts...... The knights' supposed firm will melted like snowflakes in the sun, their blood was even more vigorous, and their hearts were beating like drums, but this time it was no longer because of incentives, but because of **.

They were awakened by a scream.

It was as if the whistling of the whip dancing across the sky came from a pale thread, which was brought about by the division of the air by force, and the Chosen Knights invariably widened their eyes as they watched the white thread pass over the Emperor's illusion like a real whip!

And after the scream, there is a crisp but grand crackling!

The tall and magnificent, emperor's figure, trembled at this voice, and fell down with a bang!

The sudden change made every knight's mind stiffen for a moment, and his mind was numb, like a cold wind passing through their skulls and blowing directly into there, the biting chill pulled their consciousness back, and a pair of eyes that had just been excited, and then intoxicated were full of doubts at the moment, and they didn't know what this scene in front of them represented.

The Great Emperor, was ...... Slapped?

Is this true?

But as if to verify their doubts, a second scream came at this moment—it drew a full arc in the space, and terminated heavily on the waist of the illusion! And on the phantom, which was originally only composed of light, a wound really opened! The jewels inlaid on the splendid costumes were scattered, and the surface of the satin was torn, revealing the pale skin underneath, and then the skin was red and swollen and broken, and even the splattered blood plasma was extremely real!

And then, the third whip, again!

This time it was the back, and, more ferocious than the first and second, the long whip splattered with blood, making the trembling body look extremely thin, and the huge force wrapped around the body, slamming it to the ground, raising a thick layer of ash, and even making the earth shake with it!

It's all happening so fast and incredible.

It was only then that the shaking of the ground seemed to make the knights understand that what was in front of them was not their hallucination, so they raised their weapons in an attempt to free their emperor.

"Show me! you lowly fools!"

The loud shouts were not loud at all, but no one did not obey the order.

"I'll make you laugh, Lord Edward. So, let's talk about you. ”

"My business? It's simple, how long do you want to play with these things, to what extent?"

"Oh, Lord Edward...... Actually, are you also interested in these? If you are interested, you just need to say it, and I can give it to you? You see, with our relationship, as long as you can come up with something useful in exchange, one or two countries in the main material plane, or half of the big 6, should not be a problem. (To be continued!)