Chapter 60 Not evil enough

"Ezhaint. I'm not going to care about you anymore."

"I understand. The extremely vicious Duke."

"I said I never plan to talk to you again!! I said never!! Until the whole world is occupied by me!! If you kneel down now, hold your soul in your paws, and dedicate it to me. I will still do it Think about it a little, a little, a little—and very, a little, a little—"

"I'm sorry. My soul has an appointment."

"Then your flesh and blood! Every drop of blood!! I will take them all."

"You are so evil, Your Majesty."

"I don't need your praise! I know how bad I am! I'm here in person - just to talk to you, Chaint! Don't you know what an honor it is? I've invented a radio . Buzz. Harpash invented it. I crushed him to a pulp. So I invented it. I don’t need to come to you at all. Buzz! Look at these books of yours!! I hate them!!!”

About twenty bookshelves exploded with a buzzing sound. It became a mess. Yi Cha stopped writing - this had nothing to do with the fact that the half-written article in front of him was crushed to pieces. This made him a little sad. But there are more pressing things that need to be solved than being sad——

He shook his right arm, letting the crushed hand grow back. Then he used his new hand to replace his severed left hand.

"I feel very honored. Really. Your Majesty the Duke. One hundred percent. Well. Six hundred percent." The demonologist thought for a moment - pretending to think about it, what he was doing and expected to do had been completely destroyed. The remaining options are quite limited. "Is there anything else you hate? All the demons on the floating island are ready to go out at any time to solve your problems."

Humming became violent in an instant - the quietness, politeness, restraint, and gentleness just now were all gone.

"I don't want to be here anymore. Ichaint." Humming gritted his teeth - and it sounded like there were a lot of teeth involved. "Do you want to be torn into pieces?"

"I don't want to. Your Majesty the Duke."

Snapped. Click. Yi Cha blinked and glanced at the left hand that he had just picked up and then dropped to the front. He moved it towards his body without moving much. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to sigh. But based on experience, sighing is 600% unhelpful in the current situation.

Red eyes stared into his. They crawled into his eyes. The blue flames will not harm them. That's how it was a long time ago. Icha guessed they were about to talk to him again.

It was slightly different from what he expected. Beelzebub spoke directly into his head. It turns out this is radio. What a great result from Harpash. The reality that he was crushed into irreparable dregs of flesh seems even more pity...

He just barely had enough time to think about it. Beelzebub's buzzing sound was deafening, overwhelming:

"Why don't you listen to my Om? Chaint? Why? Because I'm not bad enough? Not evil enough? Listen!!! I'm going to tell you what happened today!! My light did not light up in Gameniti Three legions were slaughtered while I was there. Their carcasses were drying on the Spine of Steel! You can taste it for yourself! Come with me!! I killed Duke Cornal and all his followers who opposed me on my way. And all those who are not against me!! None of them can run away!!! You... Do you want to go outside and take a look? My dear Yichaint? Outside your door, from the shallow flame plain to you There is a river of blood outside the door, redder than the red ocean of 300,000 years ago. You can sail on it. All the dukes can sail on it!! Sing and dance!!! And I will let them sink. !!!We can play naughty——" Her voice continued, changing from furious to furious. "This is all because of me!! Because of me!!! I am qualified to be the Supreme Lord of Hell!! The Demon King of all demons!!! If I didn't have it... If I didn't have it... I wouldn't have it!!! No! Will it be hum!!! I will promote you!!! Just wait for me!!!! But you are not allowed to disobey my will again!!! Absolutely not allowed!!!”

Yi Cha waited for her voice to subside before speaking. He is very patient. It's fairly easy to do this. Everything else that could be done was blocked by Beelzebub.

He was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I know why. With Chaint." Beelzebub said rudely. "It's your fault. You're not bad enough. You're not evil enough."

"I'm quite evil. But it's definitely my fault. You're right." Yi Cha replied. Maybe it's a different kind of evil. Bezliya. he thought.

Out of some inertia, he wanted to explain a little to her. But Beelzebub had already left through the roof with another vicious stream of threats. He couldn't stop her. Is there any way he can stop her?

——"Walking with Willy Shaw - A Refined Edition of the Biography of Chaint Sinkardstu"

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Asimov didn't know why the Demon Duke checked the palm tree or how long it took after that.

If the sky was above, they would be rising. The gap left by the falling stars was submerged in the darkness and disappeared. But the Demon Duke easily found the closest place to it.

The second red eye was closed. They have no eyelashes. When they close, it's like they never existed.

"Did you see that?" Asimov heard the Demon Duke say.

He looked upward with difficulty. "It's too dark..." He shook his head. The head was as heavy as someone had just smuggled several other people's heads into it.

Apparently, these heads were just as dizzy and troubled as his.

"Then why not make this place a little brighter?" he heard the Demon Duke say again.

Asimov rubbed his forehead. My brain started to move. "Ah. Yes." He climbed out of the devil's arms with both hands and tried to pull up the stars that had fallen into the sand. There was a heavy rolling sound on the beach. The glimmer of light came on and then off. Then there were a few crisp sounds of plant stems being crushed.

"Ah," he cried a little annoyed. The expression on the Demon Duke's face could also be felt in the darkness. He wasn't sure if this was what adults liked to call an "awkward atmosphere." "No." He coughed. "They can't."

It’s not that I can’t. This is the truth. But it seems a little strange to say it at this time.

Uncle Demon Duke laughed.

"Yeah. They're useless anymore. You just broke it."

"It?" Asimov thought hard. "...the six-pointed star array?"

"We call it a basic pattern. It can summon or imprison demons. It is quite commonly used."

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