The Dean Has Arrived

This is the palace of demons.

Light green ghost worms floated around, forming the only light source in this huge and wide space besides the soul fire.

Different from the rich and luxurious palaces of human beings, there is only one kind of decoration in this palace, which is the stone statues of human girls in different poses. These stone statues are of different heights, and the clothes and shapes are also different. The only thing in common is that all the stone statues have only one expression, deep pain and despair.

A man is standing in the center of the palace. He is wearing a round cap, and he is wearing a red aristocratic gown with a cuff collar and black knee trousers like that of French male aristocrats in the 18th century, and a pair of pointed shoes on his feet. Nondescript, like a clown.

At this time, the clown was holding a brush, humming a strange tune in front of a drawing board, and quickly smearing blending paint on the canvas.

Not far behind him, that is, on the throne in the deepest part of the palace, a man wearing a three-cornered hat, far surpassing him in terms of clothing and temperament, was munching on something, not minding the bright red liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth out, soaking his sumptuous Frenger scarf.

At his feet, a young girl still showed a trace of childish face twisted, her hands were scratching her face, completely ignoring that her nails had been embedded in her face, leaving scratches, as if she was enduring unspeakable pain, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't even make a sound.

And her lower body has gradually started to petrify.

In the girl's desperate eyes, the man sitting on the throne threw the girl's half heart in his hand into his mouth, and then bit it down hard.

While enjoying your favorite taste, you can also enjoy the girl's expression of despair, powerlessness and pain.

And the girl's distorted expression will eventually remain on the stone statue that her body turned into...

"Your hobbies are still so bad, Bachin."

at this time. A man covered in a black cloak slowly stepped into the hall from the darkness at the palace entrance.

"Isn't this our brother who gave up his identity and joined the little vampire princess, Asachel?"

Sitting on the throne, the man named Baqin grinned, revealing his shark-like sharp teeth: "Enough of being coquettish under that little girl's skin skirt, so come back to us again? This is not okay, I I don't want to do business with a devil who smells like a vampire!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed out loud as if he had told a funny joke.

"Ahem..."

Just as Baqin finished speaking, the man who was drawing the oil painting coughed twice.

"Oh. Sorry, Duke of Sabah, my dear friend." Baqin put away his smile and apologized in an insincere voice: "You know, I'm not talking about you. It's just those guys from the peace faction recently ...En. What is it called...Platinum Rose? Whatever...Those guys actually want to coexist peacefully with humans, completely tarnishing their bloodlines as descendants of night devils! Not only that, even that little girl also The letter asked me to come to that set... What a joke! Do we still have to sign an equal treaty with Bread!"

"Shut up that stinking mouth and just do what Her Royal Highness said! If it weren't for Her Highness, we are still wandering in that dark abyss. You should be grateful, Baqin!"

Asachel raised his head slightly. The pair of red eyes that seemed to be burning under the black hood lit up: "Or, do you feel comfortable in the abyss, claiming to be one of the seven princes of hell, living in that stinky swamp all the time?"

"If your purpose of coming here this time is to annoy me, you have succeeded!"

Baqin stood up slowly. Surging magic power also gradually spewed out from the seven-foot-tall body, making the entire hall feel like a gust of wind.

Asachel didn't hesitate at all, and released his magic power, although the amount was not large. It just bounced off the eroded magic power, but in terms of quality, it was far stronger than Bachin.

"Your brain that is about to rot should still remember." Asachel's black cloak was accompanied by gusts of wind along with his words. Floating endlessly in the empty hall: "Whether it is the abyss plane or the main material plane, if you fight with me, you have never won a single time!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Asachel said was indeed true, so even though Baqin gritted his teeth angrily, he didn't really make a move.

"I'm here this time just to warn you, stop turning a deaf ear to Her Royal Highness's words, or be careful that I will crush your limbs and wring your head off!"

Asachel left an ultimatum, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, Sabah, the duke-level vampire who had been acting as the background, coughed twice and drew their attention: "Dear Your Excellency Baqin, I already know what happened in that area."

As he spoke, he turned his drawing board over so that the two of them could see what was smeared with paint on it.

A man and two women were drawn on the screen. The three of them were standing on a pile of corpses of lowly demons, leading the civilians behind them in a gesture of confrontation.

After the Duke of Sabah agreed to provide the demon Grand Duke Baqin with human girls as food for improving his strength, he began to send his descendants to various villages and towns to pick girls.

At first everything went well, but gradually, many regions refused to continue to provide girls, and his descendants lost contact one by one.

At first they thought it was just a simple resistance of human beings, but after sending an army of demons to suppress it to no avail, they knew that they seemed to have made a mistake.

With a series of detection methods such as Yinghua Beholder, Mage’s Eye, and Communication Crow all failing for some reason, the Duke of Sabah can only use blood magic to try to lose some power, and use his own blood as a material to blend a special paint (the vampire itself) They don't have much blood, their blood volume is closely related to their own strength), combined with prophecy-like magic, they successfully drew this picture that can tell them the answer.

Asachel saw the man in the troubadour's costume on the screen, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then ordered Baqin in the same messy tone as before: : "That man is a guest of Her Royal Highness, you must not be rude, you know that!"

After speaking, he turned around and left the hall with an extremely contemptuous attitude.

Sabah the Vampire Duke seemed to have sensed something, and frowned slightly, but he still didn't say anything.

But Baqin watched the other party disappear into the darkness again, with a sinister smile on his face: "You say you won't touch it, what are you kidding, why should I listen to that stinky girl who is not half my age? Besides, Even if I can't beat you, you and I are not the only seven princes of hell!" (To be continued)