The Endless Shuttle

Sergex said respectfully.

"I came here not only to help my friends who invaded your territory, but also to represent the thousands of demons in the underworld, and to ask you for peace of mind."

"Perhaps you didn't put us in your eyes at all, or even dismissed us to embarrass us lowly demons, but the scorching sun will burn and melt the snow, and with your unfathomable strength, you just unconsciously make some Things may kill us, just like the fragile sky of the underworld."

"The strong have absolute power, I am very clear about this. But...my lord, we don't know what to exchange for, and we don't know how to do to please you. A lowly race. All we want is what is ours—life."

"Please forgive my chatter, and please forgive all the lives in the underworld. If you need anything from the devil, we will give it to you without hesitation."

After finishing speaking, Sergeux knelt down on his knees and half knelt down.

From the beginning to the end, the successor suzerain of the seventy-two pillar demon did not say a single bit of request related to himself.

All his angles are from the standpoint of the underworld, including the Demon King faction who is at war with the Anti-Demon King faction.

Luo Pei wanted to laugh a little, not derogatory, just simply wanted to laugh.

It was the happiest world he had ever experienced.

The high gods sacrificed their lives for human beings; the angels spared no effort to protect the world; even the guy named "devil" can say such things, and it's nothing more than a beautiful fairy tale.

But, what to do with him?

"Excellent rhetoric, excellent gesture, Sergex."

Rope pointed at the table.

Seraflu and Gabriel didn't dare to breathe, waiting for the ancient evil thing's next words.

"But you have overlooked one point. You are threatening in disguise. Use the weakness and misery of the devil, and your own weakness and misery, to threaten me as the ruler."

"My lord, I have no such intention..."

"Shut up and listen to me."

Rope said.

"I don't care about everything about you demons, and you don't want to use that kind of general concept to restrain me. I have other reasons for choosing the underworld as my current residence, but these are not things you deserve to know. Look at For the sake of your words, my greatest gift is only "not to destroy the underworld", and I will not give you any guarantees for the rest. "

Sergex wants the demon's life.

But in case Lopez's experiments need to be filled with life, and some of them will affect the territory of the devil, will he be firm in keeping his promises, or will he choose power and knowledge against his promises?

As an absolute egoist and a demigod who prides himself on keeping promises, Rope felt that he should not give any guarantees in the first place.

Everything is left to karma and fate to make decisions.

The arbitration scale of life and death can only be grasped by Luo Pei himself, he will not dictate it to others easily, and become something that he cannot do as he pleases.

"Understood, Sergeus Gremory."

"……yes."

Chapter Fifty-One: The True Wife, the Combination of the Demigod and the Supreme Demon

About twenty minutes later, Sergex Gremory, a young man who stood out among demons of his age, left Rope's dark city in frustration.

Neither of the two purposes he came here for had been achieved.

Whether it is to let the ancient evil be kind to the devil, or to let Seraflu Sidi get rid of the fate of being imprisoned.

Although the black-haired demon spoke mildly, he didn't regard him as a "deal" or "negotiation" object at all. As if he was just a less annoying bug, he smiled and listened to Sergex jumping on the table and trying his best to humbly tweet.

Thankfully though, the Elder Demons have no interest in crumbling the Underworld or anything like that.

Esther Jakes wisely infers that as long as the demons don't come to seek death and provoke the ancient evils in the dark floating city, he will largely not turn his attention to weak existences like them. At most, it is because of certain things. spread to the devil.

Very sad.

But there is no way.

This is why the strong are honorable and the weak are detestable.

Without strength, even life rests on the mood of others, and the strength of the ancient evil is like a mountain that cannot be climbed, just looking at it makes one feel desperate.

"well……"

With a long sigh, Sergex patted his face.

Even if the result of this trip is unsatisfactory, he can't be too indulging in worrying about the ancient evil.

Zufamei, the daughter of Leviathan of the Devil Sect, launched an attack on the Anti-Demon King Faction. Although this incident was a private action of Zufamei from the intelligence point of view, her camp decided that it would not be so simple.

The fuse of the war has been lit.

Next will be the biggest infighting among the demons of the underworld.

The winner holds up the throne of the devil, and the loser will never stand up.

Sergex cannot fail, he has too many dreams that need the throne of the "devil king" to realize. The demons have reached the verge of reform. If they continue to be ruled by the blood descendants of those ancient demon kings, they may completely withdraw from the world's colorful stage, and maybe even the underworld will change hands.

What a disaster.

Sergex took one last look at the dark city that was getting farther and farther behind.

Terrifying power, but mixed with an intoxicating dark charm...

Gathering his mind, Serjex's bat wings shook and disappeared into the fragmented night.

...

Inside the Temple of the God of Darkness, Lopez laid out the crimson tablecloth in an orderly manner, took out his latest green emerald nib, and put it on the materials needed to record Azathoth’s knowledge of the dark source, and prepared enough Prepare.

The time Azalea existed in her body was seventy-three hours, almost three days.

Not to be missed. During this period, Rope obtained the maximum knowledge he could reach at present.

The general principle of mutual complementarity, even if this original knowledge takes time to penetrate, it will bring him excellent help in all aspects, thus improving his strength which is becoming more and more difficult to improve.

"Speaking of which, it's really thanks to you that you were able to restrain yourself from saying a word in front of your friends just now."

Luo Pei said while placing the items.

In the dark corner of the room, Serafulo stood quietly.

"If you ask Sergex for help, that gentle young man will definitely work harder to save you, instead of leaving in such frustration."

"...After going through such a thing, I am still alive, which is very fortunate."