Under the gloomy sky, fire surged up, and the figure of the big devil walked out. Following Rhodes' order, Aglan returned to the island on the water elemental plane.
In the distance, there is an inconspicuous prophet's hut. No one would have thought that the once powerful king of hell now lives there, and there are two of them in a row.
Aglan's heart tightened, and he stepped forward, wanting to tell the prophet about the predicament Rhodes was facing, but suddenly his feet went weak, and a cry of pain came from his ears.
"What……"
Aglan looked down and saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.
I don't know when, but what existed under his feet was no longer the solid land on the island, but a carpet that was twisted into shapes and looked like it was made of living creatures.
Those creatures, their bodies were distorted by magic and compressed to only one layer, but they did not die. The faintly reflected light on the carpet came from the eyes of those creatures, filled with despair and fear, but they could not say any words and could only use their eyes to convey a certain message to Aglan.
"What happened here..."
The great demon Haggar, who came here with Aglan, asked in disbelief. What made him feel afraid was that he actually felt his familiar aura from the carpet made of living creatures. It was clearly... Companions in the legion.
"Not long ago, there was a rebellion here led by pharmacist Sean. Thanks to Lord Messiga, it was suppressed... If Lord Messika hadn't come to help, terrible things would have happened on the island."
Just when they were doubting, a calm voice came over, and following the sound, they saw a big demon with a giant scythe on his shoulder and wounds all over his body. The giant scythe was so conspicuous, it was simply more powerful than the weapons in their hands. It adds up to even more.
"Vios? Is that you?"
Looking at the big demon in front of him, Agran recognized his identity. When he was in the Blood Scythe Army, Agran had heard of the name Vios. It was said that the big demon was brave and good at fighting and once broke into the army alone. The Underworld Ghost Cave, under siege by a group of abyss demon kings, snatched away the treasures belonging to them, and then said: "The master is in trouble, we want to see Lady Mexijia, where is she now?"
"She knows you are coming and has been waiting here for a long time."
Vios's answer also made Agran and Hagar look happy. As expected of the king who rules hell, he had predicted this incident in advance and made preparations early in the morning. It seemed that there was hope for the master to escape from the predicament. , it’s on Lord Messiga.
Under his leadership, several big demons quickly came to the wooden house and saw Maxika who was leisurely planting flowers.
"The great greedy king, the master is in trouble..."
After seeing Messika, Aglan's expression became solemn and he quickly told her about Rhodes' predicament.
As he spoke, Aglan couldn't help but cast his eyes on the flower pot next to Messiga, and his expression changed slightly.
It was not an ordinary flowerpot, but a human head that was still alive. His skull was completely opened, and bright flowers grew in his mind. Following Agran's gaze, the eyes on the man's head also looked straight over.
"...Please give me some generous advice to help my master get out of trouble..."
Being stared at by the eyes on the man's head, Aglan's voice was slightly trembling, but he still quickly told everything.
"He knows the way out of the predicament better than I do, but he just doesn't want to choose. I'm afraid I can't help him." After listening to Aglan's report, Messiga shook his head and said slowly.
Aglan was a little confused: "What does this mean?"
"Those mages did not prohibit him from using space magic. What really trapped him was not the remains of the hero, but the greed in his heart. If he wants to seek my advice, my advice is to put down his greed and return directly." Xijia shrugged and said slowly.
"But Lord Messiga, the master will definitely not do this..." Aglan hesitated, but still said.
Messiga glanced at him and said mockingly: "Do you need me to tell you what kind of disasters excessive greed will cause? You are also a big devil in hell, don't you know this?"
After saying that, she stopped talking, picked up the kettle in her hand, and continued to water the flowers. As she moved, the flowers in the flowerpot became more beautiful, and the eyes of the human head moved rapidly.
Agran was a little helpless and sighed: "Great greedy king, thank you for your advice. I will pass it on to the master."
"By the way, Rod may meet an old friend of mine. Remember to say hello to him for me." As if thinking of something, Messiga added, and Aglan quickly agreed.
After explaining these things, Agran led Hager beside him to leave. At this time, Vios on the side took the initiative to say: "The master is in danger. Naturally, I can't stay on the island to watch. Please let me come with you." Go to aid.”
Aglan nodded and said to him: "We will return later. As for now, according to the master's order, I still need to go to Saou City."
The figures of several big demons gradually moved away. Messiga watched their figures fade away, and only then smiled after they completely disappeared.
"Okay, those things that disturbed us have left. Now tell me, where did you get that body? Where are you hiding it now?"
Messika stretched out her hand, slowly caressed the face of the flowerpot with human head, and asked softly. If there are any members of the Potion Guild here, they will be surprised to find that the head in front of them belongs to the potion scholar Sean.
Facing Messiga's inquiry, Sean's eyes showed a bit of fear, and he stared at her without saying a word.
"Don't you want to say yes? It doesn't matter, the flower of your thoughts will tell me all the answers."
As he spoke, Messiga stretched out his hand and picked out the most conspicuous flower of thoughts that was planted in Sean's head and blooming in his brain. He placed it under his nose, which was as curved as an aquiline, and gently He sniffed lightly.
Following Messika's movements, the flowers instantly withered and withered, as if after a long period of weathering, all the colors had faded.
The flowers were picked off, making Sean's eyes become confused and dull, and in Messija's mind, there were many more memories that did not belong to her at this moment.
"So that's it... God, it seems that your body is restless, and they are not willing to be taken back by you."
After searching for the information she wanted, Mai Xijia's eyes showed a bit more satisfaction.
She glanced at Sean lightly at her feet. In an instant, Sean's head melted quickly like a wax figure dropped into hot oil, and finally completely integrated into the ground under her feet, leaving no trace left.
(End of chapter)
