Night Crow Master

Flo Steward, or Flo the Demon Warlock, with his hands behind his back, calmly walked through the streets filled with killings and screams.

"Lord Baron, look, this beautiful color—" He held his hands high, "Don't you think this is the greatest art?"

On the white snow, there are patches of scarlet infested with blood, like petals, his face is full of enthusiasm: "The drama of killing is the most beautiful art."

"A recluse who was forced to become a demon warlock and didn't like destruction and chaos, hiding everywhere, accidentally found an abandoned castle and hid in it, but unexpectedly immediately ushered in the attack of the Holy See and the lord."

There was a smile on his face: "A very beautiful turn, innocent demon warlock~ really ironic~"

"Whether he kills or not, he is evil—a pretty perfect theater, isn't it?"

"And our drama today is—" This elegant old man, every time he takes a step, his face becomes a little younger, and when he turns his head, his face has become a person who looks only in his thirties. Mature youth.

"Benevolent drama."

He looked at the dazed and dull baron, and smiled even more:

"The two benevolent and virtuous lords led by Susha exchanged their kindness for the resentment of the leaders, and the benevolent decrees were resented by the greedy leaders."

Flo raised his voice: "Come on, let's see what the leaders say about Viscount Susha——"

He raised his hand, the surging ice-blue mental power entered the ring, and the faint blue souls sprang out from the ring——

"I'm so pitiful, why didn't you give me food... why did I starve to death..." This was a tall, well-armed man.

"Why can only a wizard be a lord... he is so weak, why can't I! I am so strong! Just because he is the heir of a wizard!?" This is a powerful transcendent with a high level of strength, because of Viscount Susha launched an attack, tried to resist and became the lord, but finally failed and was killed.

Collecting this guy's soul is really difficult, and it was almost discovered by Viscount Susha. Flo's mouth curled slightly.

"The first one is laziness, the second one is jealous... No, it should be considered ignorance? You think it is lucky to be a wizard?" He sneered, even if he didn't say whether it was lucky to be a wizard or not. Does this kind of person qualify as a lord?

The jealousy of the incompetent.

He glanced at Baron Susha: "Then, next, please have a third person—"

A fat, bloated, fleshy soul:

"I need more...more...all mine...all mine..."

greedy?

"Go to death! Go to death! Why is it that I am so miserable! You all have to become like me!"

anger?

Baron Susha's face didn't change much, and Flo couldn't bear it anymore: "It always feels wrong..."

He touched his chin: "The quality is not pure enough...it needs pure anger for no other reason, mixed with jealousy, it is not pure..."

"It's a pity that other sad children have come here, and it's the worst eye of the night." Flo scratched his head, "doom, bad luck, this kind of thing is really annoying."

"I'll just say why the lakeside elves that were sealed in Susha Lake a few days ago suddenly died...It's a pity, it could have been used for a year." He ignored Su behind him. Baron Sha, with his hands behind his head, "If you can sacrifice to Fran later, you should be able to get some strength from him and you can break through to the apocalypse."

"Tsk tusk tusk, that fool of Flange, actually came into direct contact with the Eye of Hell..." Flo shook his head, "but it is probably possible to estimate his strength, which can severely damage Flange with one blow. It should have the strength of a third-level spell. Although it only has the power of one blow, try not to meet him head-on before reaching the third level."

"Don't get close to him, or you will be affected by bad luck."

He bit his fingernails and said: "It's a pity, if we can take the opportunity to get rid of this guy, this guy may be the most troublesome one, Fran does not want to come over, the guy Ouma is also a coward, as long as there is danger Refusing to show up, it should have been so long and still a level three devil..."

He stopped and wiped the soles of his shoes on the corpse on the ground:

"Damn...Why did this guy come to me? The laboratory in the cemetery was also destroyed, and those idiots were also killed. The drama can only be ended early."

"Hate, hate, hate, really hate!" Flo scratched his head with an annoyed look. "You can still play for years! Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Why is there no good thing every time I meet him?"

When he passed the Di Lude Plain, An Suxi, who should have been killed by him more than 20 years ago, suddenly appeared again. That time, he planned for a long time, but he did not die.

It’s not a loss to eliminate a sorrowful child, but who knows...

But in the end none of the three were eliminated.

This is terrible.

"Eye of Hell...you fellow..."

The more I think about Flo, the more angry I am. I have planned for so long, but I don't want to do anything to other sorrowful sons. Now it seems that only the sorrowful son can kill the sorrowful son.

He bit his finger hard, and blood flowed out:

"Sure enough, we should increase our strength as soon as possible. Is it useless to rely on other things?"

"Ah..." He looked at the guards under his control who had begun to slaughter the townspeople.

"Although it is a bit rush, but..."

He opened his hands, and the ups and downs of music spread throughout the town:

"Come on! Come on! My beautiful killing opera! Let's cry! Let's scream! Then go to death!"

"No, this is too arrogant, it's better to be more elegant, cough cough—"

He adjusted his posture and looked more graceful, bending over and bowing:

"Please go to death everybody."

boom! ! !

The entire town of Susha was covered in dark blue.

The spell written in purgatory language suddenly appeared.

The cold aura seemed to fill the entire world.

Everyone in the town of Susha was shocked by the sudden change.

From the entrance of the town to the location of the castle, blue auras began to spread at an extremely fast speed, as if paint was rendered on the canvas, the original white was dyed dark blue.

The panicked crowds everywhere stopped when they discovered that this had dyed everything into a dark red light curtain.

In the violently shaking, clear and evil dark blue, Flo's mouth also curled up:

Because, in his field of vision, the phantom of a tall devil appeared.

"Huh? Isn't this our "Purgatory Opera" Flo? It's you again!? Another town was sacrificed? What do you want to do?"

A huge devil phantom like a mountain, covered with dark blue, armor-like scales, a whip-like tail, huge wings behind him, and a drop of frost dripping from the sharp teeth with a mouthful of blood The apocalypse who had just entered the apocalypse directly frozen to death.

This is a deep cold refiner.

"Of course it's murder." Flo raised his mouth and smiled on his face. "If Flange doesn't work, you should be able to. You are a fourth-level devil."

"Can't Flange?" The huge devil stroked his chin, "Could it be the Marquis, let's say it first, we are not going to move at this time."

"It's okay, it's just a guy who has returned to the Apocalypse. I can't beat him now, but I can't find other demons. I can only find you Pacates." Flo's face was smiling.

"Really?" The infernal fiend named Pacates said with some doubts, grabbing two townspeople and swallowing them in his belly. "Although you are a human, you are more like a devil than a devil. , And there is no sign of depravity at all, I always feel that the guy you are looking at is nothing good.

"You think too much." Flo shrugged his shoulders, tusk, not too good to lie.

The deep cold refining demons are also extremely powerful on the plane of hell. They are the undoubted overlords of most demons, following behind the devil princes to serve them.

On the battlefield, these deep-cold refining demons are fearless, they will choose the most powerful enemy to fight alone with them, domineering and arrogant.

However, this does not mean that they are idiots.

Able to advance from the lowest level of the devil to the fourth level of the apocalypse, they will not lack combat effectiveness, and at the same time, their brains will not be bad.

He curled up his mouth and grabbed a few leaders and mercenaries again: "I always feel that you guy has a conspiracy. I won't enter into a contract with you this time. Go and lie to those low-level demons! Hahahaha! !!!"

After finishing speaking, the other party disappeared directly, and the frightening aura that came with it also disappeared.

However, people did not recover from the panic.

"Tsk, it's a pity...Is your intuition so accurate?" Flo scratched his head. The stronger the creature, the stronger the sense of crisis, especially the prophecy system, although the deep cold refiner has no predictions. The blood and spells of the department, but...

Forget it, self-defeating is bad.

In case Pacaster is upset and does something to him, although he has the means to escape, the loss is too great.

This powerful demon is a general-level figure in the Frost Hell, leading the Hell Legion into the battlefield.

With strong, class superiority and huge power, deep cold alchemists and deep **** alchemists have become domineering and controlling tyrants.

Although it seems easy to talk, it is always planning how to eliminate things that prevent it from satisfying its desires.

Dealing with this kind of devil is very dangerous, even if he is not careful, he will roll over.

"Forget it, summon a group of low-level demons as scapegoats to attract attention."

Flo waved his finger, and quickly flicked his finger in the air, writing a purgatory spell.