Icha twisted off the thin arm.
A new arm took its place, tightening the grip tighter, and the down dug into his skin.
"Buzz."
He looked around.
There is only a thick, solid darkness in both the energy and matter fields of view. No boundaries can be seen.
Icha flapped his wings and tried to move forward.
The darkness was cut open by his figure, but more darkness followed ahead.
The six thin arms holding him were like ill-fitting clothes, tied to his body.
"Buzz buzz," Beelzebub said happily.
Yi Cha felt like his brain was shaking like a pudding that had lost its container.
Even without the kind of personal suppression between demons that can explode the opponent into blood foam in an instant, the heart-breaking feeling will still arise every time she opens her mouth.
"Order. Order. Order. Buzz."
The sound came from the left, from the right, from above.
This time the order still had no target, but her tone became more serious. Like three crocodiles, they bit his brain and twisted it in three places.
A thin arm made an indentation in the muscles on his back, groping over and over.
Yi Cha frowned and pulled her wrist. Beelzebub let out a light laugh and a hum at the same time.
"Dear King of Demons, what do you want to order?"
Yi Cha grabbed the hand with the padded plate with his backhand and swung it out with the ball holding him.
The mass of things flew forward in the darkness, as if it had hit a large amount of popcorn, making a soft muffled sound and a large rustling sound.
Six new arms clambered over him. This time, she hugged his neck without ceremony. Yi Cha felt that his face was pressed against the furry, soft texture by an irrefutable force.
"All. Of course all. All."
Everything was black, but Yi Cha's eyes whitened three times following these three sentences.
At the same time, several thin tube-like things penetrated his robe, gently poking his waist and back, pressing and sucking. The thing was not sharp, and even the tip was as soft as a bud. If it was just a little bit like this, it wouldn't be a big deal at all.
But they never stop.
Use Cha to pull the small branches around his neck, three arms on each side.
He paused for a second.
He could immediately break the six arms, or throw Beelzebub out again.
Then in less than half a second a new one would appear and jump in front of him.
She is getting more and more skilled.
A tube was ruffling a few feathers near the base of his wings, sniffing at the skin underneath.
Yicha flicked his wings and stirred up a colorless circular airflow. The tubes sucking him around were opened by him.
About two million chuckles, and two million grumbles, and six million background hums were stirred up.
They were all emitted by the black spots surrounding him.
They all came from Beelzebub. In other words, potential Beelzebub larvae.
Yes, she has 10 million alternatives. These millions of small, annoying black dots can all turn into her in an instant, and she can change and move through them as she pleases.
The King of Demons can annoy you to death without hurting you if she wants to.
She's also free to hurt you if she wants to.
The larvae of Beelzebub have not yet closed up, and Yicha quickly stirs the law energy to set a specific shape, and then spreads outward with the power of order that runs through the whole body.
Under the guidance of the law, the energy of order quickly woven into a white translucent bubble, isolating him from the heavy darkness, isolating Beelzebub, and wrapping him inside.
Staying in this small space that he forcibly carved out, he felt that he could barely think.
The translucent bubbles flickered on and off.
The energy was draining away faster than he thought.
Normally it shouldn't take much effort to maintain this small area. But it's different now.
Ta-ta-ta-ta. Buzz buzz.
Buzz buzz. Ta-ta-ta-ta.
Knock and knock. Noisy and noisy.
Six thin arms struck the defensive hemisphere composed of order energy at different frequencies. She wasn't even trying too hard, just expressing eagerness.
"My dear," Beelzebub said.
"Chaint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint, zhayint!" the Beelzebubs said together.
The pressure squeezed the white circle that contained him. From all directions.
Beelzebub leaned down and pressed against his bubble intimately.
I don't know if it's because of the light ball of order energy that clings to the original fallen angel, or because the King of Demons himself dissolved part of the pure darkness.
Suddenly, her face emerged from the endless blindness.
This was the first time Icha saw her face since Beelzebub was promoted to the King of Demons.
To be honest, he'd rather not look at it even once.
…
Beelzebub looked much more mature than he last looked two thousand years ago.
She now has almost six hundred eyes with crimson flames, but only fourteen of them stay on her face.
Two owls, which are round and large, grow at the eyes of the humanoid creature, and there are six smaller ones lined up on one side, embedded above the cheeks, shining brightly.
The remaining five hundred or so eyes formed a strange radiating symbol that extended from her back.
She could blink - not many demons could blink - and the two larger eyes blinked very slowly - like foamy waves rushing up to the shore and gently receding, those as light as fire that kept blinking. Flashing.
Under the eyes are small red lips.
"Dear Ichaint Om."
Beelzebub grabbed his bubble, raised his two forelimbs and rubbed his hands back and forth, tilted his head, and looked at him with twinkling eyes like a naughty girl.
Icha was all too familiar with this move.
This means danger.
"The great King of Demons. I have something very important to report to you." He said immediately.
He had not forgotten the purpose of facing her. He has something to say.
"Wait. Wait. My Ichaint. We can't talk like this."
Beelzebub buzzed with a smile. Her four-layered web-like wings with sharp barbs at the tips stretched out and spread like a giant moth, tightly wrapping the white light ball containing Yicha. .
Then she looked directly at him, her red lips forming a small circle.
Two words popped out of it.
"Order: Come."
…
Snapped!
The white translucent bubble composed of order energy was violently torn open from the front, and darkness poured in.
"Come", "throw", "escape", "stop" and "lie down".
Five of the purest demonic commands.
"Come."
The first of the five purest commands.
Sent by the highest level of demons.
Almost instantly, Yi Cha realized that this guy's power had increased by more than one level compared to when he was promoted.
The number of times he avoided it was indeed a bit too much. I couldn't accurately estimate the speed of her growth.
Infinite energy, infinite malice, and a long time transformed her many times.
This "Come", if directed at Hell's most elite Sixth Legion, can instantly gather them into a compressed devil stick as thick as an arms without the need for personal suppression.
Now, this "Come", at such a close distance, is facing alone for inspection.
"Come."
She opened three pairs of arms to him. Her little rosy lips smiled at him. Her six hundred eyes stared at him.
