The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Ten minutes later, Klevex, who took off his armor and put on a black tunic robe, came to the side compartment of the Blood Blade Hall, while Malus, who was dressed in a black silk dress and had long purple curly hair draped over his shoulders, was standing. Sitting elegantly on the sofa, sipping the fine wine in this goblet.

"Ah, beautiful Lady Mallers, what wind brought you here?"

Klevex walked forward with a smile, then lightly held the other's right hand and kissed the back of the hand.

Marles immediately let out a seductive and charming laugh.

"What else could be the wind?"

But what he said next made Klevex's expression froze.

"It's not my cousin. She cried to me every day, and my heart was broken. Alas, and my poor niece, she is still so young and has a great time."

Seeing the other party pretending to wipe his tears with his handkerchief, Klevex twitched his scarred face, then turned around with a cold face and slumped onto a chair.

"You didn't just come to ridicule me, did you?"

"How dare I? The famous cursed blade is not something a weak woman like me can fight against."

"Oh, is there anything else in Comoros that your Lady Mallers dares not to do?"

"Well... if you have to say it, there really is."

As she said that, Malus changed her sitting position and put her right leg on her left. This action made her clothes slip back involuntarily, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, which appeared in this slightly dim room. Extremely dazzling.

"Kravex, I can help you with those thousand sons, but I hope you can do me a favor too."

"Oh, is that a deal?"

Klevex frowned and thought for a moment, he didn't doubt the other party's ability to solve the problem, but because of the lady's reputation, he had to doubt the other party's true purpose.

And there have been rumors about what happened to this woman in the net when she was exiled by her husband Victor, and when no one was around, she would stare at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, then grin and even snicker. There was a sudden burst of terrifying and frantic laughter, and if some servants were unfortunate enough to come across this scene, they would soon disappear silently.

But thinking of his daughter's tragic death, Klevex decided to find out more.

"What do you want me to do? I said in advance that the time is very sensitive, and we cannot intervene in the battle between you and Victor. This is also the meaning of the above, and the believers of the God of Plague may have new ones at any time. Action, we must closely guard all the gates of chaos, and we can't draw strength to you."

"No, I don't need you to do anything for me, I just want you to lead me to meet someone."

Klevex's brows furrowed even tighter. As a dream demon, he still has a wide network of contacts, but compared to this lady, he is just a drop in the bucket. How can he be capable of someone whom the other party can't see?

"Who?"

Marles smiled slightly, and said an unexpected name that made Klevex.

"Your leader, Derazal."

"Ah, this-"

Klevex was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's not that you don't know that the Archbishop almost never leaves his spire, and no one can go in and out alive, not even us, only his designated messenger can get in and out safely, the only one I know from The guest who came out there was Victor."

From his words, you can feel the obvious fear, and considering his status as the bishop of the dream demon, Derazal's deterrent power can be seen in Comoros.

In fact, Drazar is not a name in itself, it means "the living sword" in the Eldar language.

Not only is this Executioner Bishop taller and more agile than the other dream demons, but he is also surprisingly powerful, and his dual-wielding clef-blades are capable of striking foes from any direction.

He usually charges at high speed through chaotic battlefields, leaving enemies headed to the ground before they can raise the blade or pull the trigger, and those who are marked as Derazal's prey have nothing but prayers to their gods. law, as they often have only a few seconds to live.

Since Drazar suddenly appeared, he has become an indispensable part of the shrine of the dream demon, but he never speaks, never takes off his helmet and armor, does not even need to eat or sleep, and communicate with the outside world only by simple The head movement, only the highest-level dream demon can get his slight courtesy response.

All dreamlords are very suspicious of Delazaar, because he never degenerates because of emotional arrogance, and unlike other dreamlords who hide the fire of ambition in their dark hearts, it seems that it is just for killing. live.

"Eternal God Emperor"

It is for this reason that De Lazare is also one of the very few people who is respected by all the consuls in Comoros. No one wants to oppose him, and a contract or promise about him is even more valuable. Liancheng, but so far only Victor, the overlord of the Underworld, has signed a contract from Drazar.

For Bishop Dream Demon's nervousness, Malus just smiled in return, and then said indifferently:

"Maybe I'm the second one?"

"It's hard for me to say~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but I can't help—"

"Don't talk so much, you just need to let me enter his minaret, you don't have to worry about my life or death."

Klevex pondered for a moment, and finally said softly:

"Okay, I promise you, but those thousand sons—"

"Don't worry, when have I violated the contracts I made with you so many times? I promise, I will send them to you."

"Okay, when are you going to see him?"

"The sooner the better."

"Then I will arrange it immediately, you wait for my news."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, I have to go to the arena, so I won't bother you any more."

With that said, Malus stood up from the chair in a dignified manner, and just as she was about to turn to leave, Klevex suddenly smiled and said:

"By the way, ma'am, can I ask you something? Nothing else, just curious."

"you say."

"In the upcoming gladiatorial fight, I heard that you sent a new succubus to fight against Lelys Hespera. What is the origin of your new daughter? You actually have the courage to face the unbeaten competition. Queen of the Field."

Marles chuckled gracefully, and then replied:

"She, she used to be a dancer in Beetin."

"Dancer? Are you sure?"

"certainly."

"Then you want her to die?"

"It's hard to say, dancers are sometimes more deadly than killers, not to mention—"

Mahlery pulled out the fan around her waist, unfolded the fan with a flick, and then covered her face.

"And which side of death is on, no one can say."

After saying that, she turned around, and while the skirt fluttered, she gracefully walked out of the door that opened automatically, leaving only the confused Bishop of Dream Demon behind her. (To be continued)