Next to Sgate White's shoulder is a pitch-black two-dimensional stickman.

This is not a physical existence, just an illusion created by the stickman in the cerebral cortex of Sgate, and if this demon has escaped the constraints of the two-dimensional world, then Sgate believes that this world should not be too far from the end.

The end is 10,000 times worse than the end described by the primordial fire, when demons and monsters rejoice on the earth and feast on a feast made of human raw materials.

The indefinite obscene demon insects that wriggle in space, the high-level demons that eat the souls of sapient beings, and the darkness and chaos that will make people crazy just by their existence.

These demons will invade this world and turn it into another backyard for them, just like countless other worlds they dominate.

Even the lowest-ranking demons will be able to get at least double digits of human slaves, and these servants will be entirely their personal property.

No matter how horrific the evils can befall their servants: adultery, mutilation, chewing and swallowing, making them eat the excrement of other creatures, having newborn children eat the corpses of their parents, making humans fight their own relatives, and making people sacrifice their love to their masters for evil purposes.

Even the ultimate evil, which goes far beyond the realm of human intelligence, will be accomplished one by one by the human race.

The sight of hell made Sgade tremble with fear just thinking about it, but then it occurred to him that this demon had never been free before, and that they were just trying to fulfill some simple wish, not even a great one.

Even if the rituals performed would be nourishing for the demons, they would be far from being completely free.

Anyway, someone will seal it again in the future, they don't need to pay much attention to it, and by then, they will have already left this world for an unknown number of years after enjoying the long glory.

It wasn't something he had to worry about at all, all he needed to do was agree to the demon's conditions and make his wish come true.

That's all.

The most terrifying demon Sgate could imagine, a stickman who didn't even have full facial features, swam around him.

Still uncertain, Sgate asked:

"Blackie, are you really sure that Professor Herwin won't be crushed to pieces by the Veronica family?"

The stickman let out a shrill laugh:

"Of course not, I can smell the old era from him, he may be older than the current Sun Knight who followed King Arthur on his march. ”

The stickman never fully tells the truth, and it always knows more than it reveals.

Sgate White's ancestors collected countless information about stickmen in order to fulfill their wishes, and it was in this way that Sgate was able to find and release stickmen.

Sgate White asked cautiously:

"Little Black, do you know who he used to be, what level is he at, and what about Prince Gawain?"

The stickman laughed arrogantly:

"In front of me in the whole way, he is only at the level of an ant, but well, he is still very powerful to you, probably around the legend and the demigod, and Prince Gawain, although he is not a legend, he has enough power in his hands to resist the legend. ”

Legendary, or demigod, even though for the vast majority of people this is almost always a symbol of invincibility, but the difference between them is very different.

"Rest assured. The stickman comforted, "I'll watch you keep him from crushing, and if I'm in the mood, I might be able to help you pinch him to death." ”

Sgate didn't dare to put his life under the guarantee of this demon, not to mention whether the stickman who was now in a sealed state could really save himself in front of a legendary or above figure, and even if it could, it might not really help, but might laugh at his stupidity on the side.

But then again, after knowing that Professor Herwin was probably a legend, he wasn't too shocked.

You must know that in the past, if he encountered a fifth-order powerhouse, he couldn't help but feel respect and fear, and if this powerful life that could tear himself apart at will was close to him, he might want to run away immediately.

However, since he spent more and more time with the stickman, his reverence for the strong disappeared without a trace.

After all, what other legend, demigod, can be more terrifying than the black line villain beside him.

The spirit of the ancient blood inheritance of the White family began to awaken in his body, and since he was a child, he was taught to ignore the strong, despise life, practice evil, and mock the soul, and gradually rise higher and higher at this moment.

He is Sgate White, the current heir to the White family.

Sgate continued to ask tentatively:

"Hewen is so powerful, who the hell is he?"

The stickman glanced in the direction of Herwen's mansion, where there was a pocket watch.

To Sgate's surprise, the stickman answered his question seriously.

"Probably the last little bug left of a group of poor bed bugs, and how many powerful gods do Asgard and Eutenheim have besides Odin?"

Odin, Asgard, Jutenheim, what are these things, and Sgate doesn't understand what the stickman means.

But perhaps it was precisely because the stickman knew he couldn't understand that he would say these words.

The black line of the villain sneered, and although its mouth was only an arc, Sgate could still read a strong irony in it:

"Whether it's the Aesirs or the Frost Giants, they're all a bunch of waste, and Odin who once ruled them is also a waste, and he died at the hands of another waste, the pathetic leader of the bedbugs or the bedbugs. ”

Sgate's body was completely stiff, and he didn't dare to make even the slightest faint sound.

Because it was all that was history, he heard the anger in the stickman's words.

What angered the ancient demon? Asgard, Eutenheim, Aesir, Frost Giant, or the strange name of Odin?

Sgate waited for the stickman to calm his anger, and then quickly changed the subject, fearing that the demon would eat him alive in a fit of rage.

If it's really eaten in one bite, it's not a bad way to die.

Sgate White asked:

"So we really won't let this ancient great be aware of the abnormality?"

The stickman smiled wickedly:

"Little White, this is your plan, I won't help you with ideas and plans, as for success or failure, it's up to you to bear it, I can't vouch for you. ”

Sgate took a deep breath, he wasn't a smart guy, but the good thing was that he didn't have to be seen through in a short period of time.

Professor Herwen, don't blame me, it's a trivial matter for a strong man like you, isn't it?

The corners of Sgate White's mouth curled slightly.