87_87643 A Teflin man sits alone in the shop.

These outcasts of the plane are innumerable in Seal City, withdrawn, eccentric, and irascible, ashamed or proud of the part of their bloodline that is not human, but this one is a little different from his siblings right now. He had a handsome face, a slight reddish hint of red in his dark skin, long black hair tied up in a smooth ponytail at the back of his head, and his pupils were pale in color, almost as pale as a patient with an eye disease, and there were flecks of flame dancing inside. He had an imperceptible scorching body odor, like something burning day and night, but it was not the obnoxious stench of sulphur, which could almost be mistaken for a unique style of men's perfume.

He had been there for quite some time, just a cup of milk tea, and then he occupied the whole table and concentrated on setting up the cards. It's not that no one has ever made up his mind, he just said without raising his head: "I'll wait for someone." So the others stood by for a few seconds and left, as if the excuse he had given was justified, and they were the most reasonable gentlemen of all men.

Another man pulled the chair across from him, and Tevelin didn't refuse again this time.

"Let me see ......" The aristocratic man sat down and stretched out his finger to point at the pile of cards arranged in a complex structure, and suddenly drew one of them cleanly and opened it to the top: "That's it!"

"Hmph, Azus. The man let out a disdainful snort: "Tradition, reason, knowledge, thinking, the teaching and learning of the magical arts...... What a pile of shit. What does he represent to Batzu as a helpless failure?"

"In older rules, this card is actually Safras, the god of prophecy and divination. You're late. His Majesty the Great Prince. The Teflings put their cards together one by one and looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

"Half a chicken, a Loess steak, a wild cheese, a bottle of white wine, a plate of roasted mushrooms, a little more sauce, a few apples, cut for me......," Ciric asked for a bunch of miscellaneous. Then he leaned back into his chair.

"Whatever, I don't believe in divination, and it's not up to people to explain it however they want. The god of murder is still O'Sullivan's appearance, and he cocked Erlang's legs: "This god is a fucking night pot, it is a treasure when it is used, and it stinks when it is not needed." I said, you've got me in trouble this time. ”

The Tevling people shuffle slowly and are personable. "Why do you say this, Your Majesty. You win, and the lady you chose won the duel. It was very unexpected. It's true. A god iniquity, a Fiani service...... I'll bet you with Cania that Mistra doesn't have that either. ”

"Hah, so you're doing it for your own sake?" said Ciric scoffed, "I went home like a fool and waited for a fair, just, and open friendly match, but what did I wait for? You even sent her an army! Hellfire, Imprisonment, Time Stops...... I'll bet you on the High Throne, Master Mephistopheles Felis—you didn't care so much about Balzebu!"

He leaned his palms close together and gestured: "How hard did I work? As a result, you ruined everything in the blink of an eye -- and then people asked: Hi. What did you do when I was playing for your gamble and your opponents armed to the teeth? I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, I was busy enjoying the virgin at a festival that celebrates my powers!" Go ahead. Settle accounts in a moment. ”

The space was occupied by plates, and Mephistopheles Felix had no choice but to take the cards in his hand and toss them upside down.

"I didn't break the rules of the game that we agreed on. ”

"yes, I'll just admit it's unlucky. Hey, I mean, are you devils all rats? Ciric snapped the cork with his teeth, poured himself a full glass, and began to spread cheese on the apples.

"His Majesty the Prince...... How long have we known each other?" asked Mephistopheles Felix as he heard the sound of Ciric chewing.

"Well, it's been hundreds of years. Ciric swallowed the food in his mouth with a big sip of wine: "What?"

The King of the Devil sighed. "yes, it's been hundreds of years in the blink of an eye. I remember that at that time, Glesia was just a pampered lady. Now he can also take charge of Malboji. On an equal footing with us old guys. ”

"Cut. Ciric sneered: "Sit in a row and eat the fruit." How can I not be bored after playing for most of my life? If you want me to say that even if you burned that fire a little bigger back then, now half of the sky in the kingdom of God will have to be transformed. ”

"It's unpredictable, and that's why life is fun, isn't it?" Mephistopheles drew another card, and the purple-black sun reflected a miserable white skull: "Who would have thought that three of the four adventurers who ventured into my temple would later become immortal gods......? I still admire you more than they do. ”

He turned the card slightly, and the image kept changing, condensing into the emblems that displayed those great existences, and finally turned into a skull, as if staring at everyone and smiling. The god of murder pouted slightly—and the glow on the deck vanished.

"Come on, good things to say to your old man. It is said that the phoenix that falls into the grass is not as good as the chicken, but you and the slugs have been competing with each other since my grandfather was still alive......, right? Why don't you play and let him help you?"

Ciric reached out and tore off the half-pulled chicken leg: "Also, what the hell are you asking me out? Don't ask me to have a relationship with that scale's head, you must have him off - I don't know what to do about my own business." ”

"Of course I understand that the number of seats next to the table is always limited. Mephistopheles Felix still kept a charming smile, even when the other man mentioned his worst disgusting both: "I'm not going to rob you, and I've got what I want." It's a lot of fun to bring back the power of the Earth from the Hellfire...... Even more than I expected. ”

"That's what you got to hit the ground in the first place?" said Ciric, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "So you didn't plan to do it for real?"

"I'm not a snake. How can you have such a big appetite. To tell you the truth, even if my people really win by luck, I won't touch a single hair of their hair. If you eat too fast, you will choke to death, and if you want to hurry, you will not reach it. If you want to build a tower of success, the only material can only be details and patience. ”

"I understand that the paper is the first to win, and the second is the money. You don't have to keep mentioning me. Ciric spat out the bones.

"I beg your pardon, I have no offense. The big devil picked up the still warm milk tea: "Actually, it's a small request...... Your Majesty, can you give me the soul of that red-robed mage? I will always remember your generosity. ”

"Who? Which red-robed mage?"

"The one you killed in Casselli. I remember his name was Seth. I didn't get him, I guess I'm lucky enough to be your collector?" If you don't say it, I'll forget. Ciric held up his fork: "I'm not unusual. However, mages are generally lawless, and this is only done just in case, lest he fall into the hands of Keranwo. Damn, what kind of cycle of faith and existence are you playing, the last judgment of the unbelievers...... Cast a mist before somebody's eyes. Don't be afraid of anything when you're alive, and don't care about anything when you're dead, what's so bad. What do you want him to do? now?"

"To fulfill a contract. "Mephisto Felix made a mistake and the skull was still present. But this one, wearing a golden crown full of gems, and a deep, hollow eye socket with a glimmer of pinprick-like evil—a symbol of the ultimate level of magic and necromantic power.

"Okay. I'll look around, but hopefully the lady isn't around. Ciric's eyes darkened: "By the way, I heard that you have built a replica of the City of Ten Thousand Gates somewhere in Bato, and you often catch some of the city's unlucky people to study? How's it going, is there any progress?"

"It's just some preparatory infrastructure. Without Madame, emptying the entire Seal City would not help. Thank you, thank you very much. The Great Devil took the Soul Prism from the God of Murder and smiled.

"Work hard, comrade, the revolution will succeed one day. Ciric wiped his mouth and stood up. "I'm just a bear--I have to rely on God if I want to have an early meal. ”

After the god of murder is gone. Mephisto Felix sat alone for a while. The gods of the multiverse land swirled between his fingers, and with this hand alone he could go to most casinos and become a competent dealer. The deck has changed many times from ancient times to the present day...... Some cards increase, some disappear, and some change cards.

But always a complete pair. A new card that has never been seen before is suddenly flipped to the top, and the rare one has no emblem, and the card is blurry and hazy. It's like seeing flowers in the fog, and I can't tell them apart. The Great Devil stares for a few seconds. He then washed it back in. Nothing is set in stone, including the gods...... Only order lasts forever.

He was stopped on his way out.

"Is there a problem?" the Great Devil looked at her. The soul of this emaciated body is full of all kinds of fierce emotions against fate, as tough as a steel wire twisted together—worthy of attention.

"I'm sorry, sir. We do not accept blood coins. "The makeshift maid named Eponi pulls the timid little girl with one hand, and firmly blocks the way of the second person in Hell with the other.

"Oh...... Of course. Mephistopheles' smile failed, and the Great Devil reached into his pocket and began to look for money.

The blood sun that shines on the Plains of Abyss will never fall. Like a giant eye, it roams the vast plains of extinguished ash, abyssal chasms, molten iron fountains, and massive metal fortresses. Thousands of vicious worlds of the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info. None of the gods of the realm of light claim to have anything to do with the red sun of the bottomless abyss. Although most of the known levels of the Abyss are shrouded in the same phantom-like scorching red light, it is bright as if bathed in a molten iron waterfall.

Forty-seven stayed on the sunny side of a barren rock slope. The melted and then solidified metal is cemented in blocks between the earth and rock. Wait for the pressure of the ground to build up again, until it reaches the point where it can tear the earth apart again, and eject a boiling death. The Tin Guy didn't change back into human form. It may be that it is too troublesome, or it may be that lying on your stomach is more conducive to basking in the sun. He spread his outer armor, and a multitude of energy-absorbing metal flakes stretched out from his body, shining in the scorching sun, apparently enjoying the double baking of the sun and the geothermal heat.

The succubus hides in the shadow of its wing membrane and walks around the neighborhood with the style of an upside-down being. There was a glimmer of light in the dirt that was not quite the reflection of metal—and instead of bending down, she reached over to brush away the dust, lifted the half-hidden black gem with her toes, and bent her ankle and knee from behind the other leg into her hand. The whole action is weird and full of beauty. In particular, the curve of the waist and crotch can hook the eyes of any male creature who sees this qiē.

But in the face of a car...... No matter how you say it, it's a bit flattering to make it feel like a blind man.

The reason for the stop was that Morrill and Kyro had gone to the other side of the slope to deal with some "personal issues" that had to be solved. Hmph, the main material man who is both weak and troublesome. Can't even take it for a while?, the succubus thought as he played with obsidian. However, the relationship between the female mage and him is indeed unusual, and it is difficult to deal with, and everything along the way has fully proved this. The succubus turned and walked back, secretly whitening the forty-seven eyes that were sunbathing. He didn't even talk to her, it's really annoying!

Should we be as proactive as we used to?, the succubus's mind twitched like her fingers. Fergas and Kelly walked a long way to the east and to the west—she and Forty-Seven were almost the only ones here. If he is human. The succubus doesn't hesitate for a moment. There are too many stories of love than Jin Jian, and the torrent of emotions is by no means something that can be maintained by illusory and fragile bonds such as vows and trust. Underneath the surface of a qiē is the origin of "chaos", and it doesn't even take much effort to break free from the chains of reason like a hungry mad beast. But he's different. Stripped of the smorgasbord of demons he had absorbed, he grew stronger, deadlier, indestructible, and more elusive than the mangled metal warrior he had seen at first sight, as his freewheeling form was now. Maybe deep in his hard shell. The female mage may have found it in a hidden place, but the succubus had no clue at all. Or should we talk to Pipsqueak again? Quasai Demon is often looked down upon by the Billy because of her small size and weakness, but she doesn't despise the little devil's highly condensed belly full of water. Huh? I haven't been paying attention -- why is it gone?

She saw Morriel approaching, skirting the collapsed rock face, oblivious to the fat worms crawling among the stone and metal. With that formidable staff in hand, she finally had a little distance from the wandering mages who wouldn't dress up rustic. A woman's strongest weapon is never a meteor burst. The succubus happily waved at the female mage. Why did Pipsqueak follow her?

"Morriel. Shall we find a temporary Iron Fort supply and rest? I see you're a little tired. The succubus said, "There is no way, the bottomless abyss can make the strongest traveler tired as quickly as possible." Each of its dimensions is larger than a world, and when we think of Broken Domain, we still have to go—even with the help of the power of the four ** people. ”

"I wonder if we probably don't need to go to that Broken Town. Morrill shook his head. "There are many roads, so why go far?"

"What?" the succubus frowned slightly, "but Miss Moriel, every traveler goes there first." There is no more convenient and safer place in the entire Bottomless Abyss than Broken Domain. I mean, to explore this dangerous and fascinating land. We can't just grab a crack leading to the lower level and jump into it like a cornered person being chased. We should be prepared. Planned ......"

"No, I never found any plans from him. The Morriel Staff also shone in the scorching sun: "You help Filgas free himself from the demons who are pursuing him." Those demons are very powerful. Right?"

"yes, but it's nothing, just a little skill and luck. I thought we'd already talk about it. The succubus sensed a hint of foreboding.

"I just learned that they are also acting on orders...... The demons who can command them must be even more remarkable. You see, Vadaria, I'm a mage. The female mage's eyes were deep and dark, as if she could suck people in: "So it's inevitable that there will be more thoughts." I venture to deduce that you may not have come to Filgas's aid by chance, right? She was dying at the time, and she didn't know the circumstances...... But I've heard that the pursuers are being met with strong resistance. What kind of people can mobilize two groups of elite demons to fight to the death?"

The little devil flies next to Moriel and finds the succubus's eyes on it. Screaming to defend himself. "Don't blame Pipsqueak! Pipsqueak is a demon pet now, and there are no secrets about demon pets!

I really didn't expect her to do this! Because it can almost be regarded as living and dying together, mages are very cautious when choosing magic pets. There was no suitable person to satisfy, and after years of observation and training, they would rather not have the many benefits that a demon pet could bring—Moriel just let the little devil fly around, and the succubus couldn't help but wonder what kind of painful expression the female mage would have when she strangled Pip.

"Hurry up, there's no time to go around in circles. Kelly's actions were silent, even when her heels were on the iron: "You've wasted too much time on your emotions. Now that we have found you, then the business of the other land has been done. Now it's my business. I don't care what you have planned, it's agreed...... Hey, speak, can you please don't hide and pretend to be dead? You promised me that we must go and find the Juggernaut right away!"

"Well, I'll repeat what Pipsqueak said. Two demons work together, and one demon knows no more than the other. "The succubus is lonely and can't scream, and the general trend is gone. Two demons cooperate, and what one demon can do will definitely be ruined by the other. Hmph, that little bad seed will be left to the reckless female mage with a headache in the future.

Forty-seven still didn't say a word, he silently put away the equipment and made room for a group of women. Filgas stood next to him, ignoring anyone. Gazing at the abyss sun in the demon red sky, he perfectly played the role of the car model.

“...... That's it. I can tell you all about it! I'm just obeying the will of His Majesty Mecanschut. As for why Her Majesty the Queen cares about Miss Filgas, and who is chasing her, I really don't know very well. The succubus had some speculation in his heart, but he didn't say it. After all, it was a whole team of male succubus warriors who were sacrificed at the beginning, and they also took a handmaiden who was very favored by the succubus queen. The job of getting close to Filgas was not supposed to be her turn...... The succubus wondered if her "submission" would make Mekanshu particularly unhappy, although she did her best - but who could have guessed the strange wayward logical thinking of the succubus queen?

"So, if we want to meet the Succubus Queen, can you introduce us?" Morriel asked, the Succubus unsure if this was her true intention.

"At most, I can only take you to the gates of the Queen's palace...... Believe it or not. It's really just a coincidence, how could Mei Canshute Majesty favor an ugly duckling like me. ”

The mage didn't ask anything more, leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. The faint heat through the robe bakes against the waist and back, which is very comfortable.

Even the Succubus Queen Mecanshut is watching you...... Isn't your charm small? She sent a message to Forty-Seven. What's wrong? Why don't you keep talking? It's not like you.

If you don't like to hear it, I won't say it.

...... Thank you. Morrill whispered suddenly.

Thank you for always being with me. You could have been free to do whatever you wanted...... No one can do anything to you.

If you want to play, you can play, and if you don't study well, you will become a donkey.

Alas. Can you scrap it or what can you do if you speak seriously? She knows the answer. Rested for a few more minutes. She remembered the murderous god's entrustment - what should be over, it should be over. How's that thing? Don't force it.

Get it, call him on. Forty-seven immediately replied: It's just a gesture.

Show me.

The intricate metal buckle "clucked" out of the machine next to it, much like the old computer that used paper tape, of course, Morriel had never seen it.

The mage took it and looked at it, pondering for a moment. Then she opened the window—and the hot wind poured into the car, and she threw the metal strap out.

Hmm? You're not going to trade with the little white face anymore? Don't throw it away, I can use it to decorate my fenders.

He can get it. Morrill continued to close his eyes and recuperate, the corners of his mouth curled. It's better not to call him - I'm afraid you'll kill him.

A soul-teller quickly discovers the metal ribbon that has been left in the dust. It followed the steel sports car for a while. Consider what the purpose of this "thing" is. Can you get some benefits from it? The Soul Judge could tell at a glance that the ribbon was extraordinary, though it was not yet possible to discern its nature and function. But the intense magic aura can't hide it. Maybe it's a belt? Why throw it away?The Soul Judge quickly swung his tree-thick arm, and a series of blasphemous spells flowed out of its boar-like mouth along with the rancid breath, and there was not even a fly around it under the feedback of the magic power, and it was also tentatively determined that there should be no traps on the metal belt. After probing, the soul demon scooped up the strap, and it resembled a delicate bracelet in the palm of its hand. The demon is ready to teleport away as soon as possible, returning to a less important lair - where it can study it slowly, and if things turn and need to retreat, the loss is acceptable. Its wishful thinking was too good to detect the danger that was imminent. The demon's own shadow surged up and grabbed its throat, and the Soul Judge's usually cruel and merciless red eyes showed despair and horror. The ridiculously small wings on the demon's back flapped wildly, a vain attempt to break free from the shadows—the impenetrable darkness rippled for a few seconds, and the Soul Demon's massive twenty-foot-tall body was torn apart.

The shadow didn't dissipate, writhing and spreading on the ground, mixed with blood seeping into the patina-colored soil. The shadows cast a dark carpet to greet their High King. Footprints appear out of thin air, and if there is nothing, the sunlight reflects an empty outline. A pale, slender hand lifted the metal buckle from the soul-deer's stump, and countless slow-turning gears shone like mirrors, reflecting the grim eyes of the god of murder.

Is it complete? Are you sure?Scourge Sword whispered in his ear.

You're on an adventure, my love.

Ciric took the metal strap and connected the two ends. Its mechanism is no longer the slightest difference, and the energy circulates in it without stagnation, turning like a wish, endlessly.

Life itself is an adventure.

The god of murder raised the straps with both hands. From his point of view, it circled the sun right in the middle - as if it had imprisoned the hideous red sun.

Well...... Happy April Fool's Day, everyone? It's too late

In addition to Dark, Ciri, Warhammer 40k, and Star Wars, there is one more in the previous chapter

Or I think there's another .......