Brazier? Demonic sacrifice? demon? Why does this smell seem familiar? As soon as these thoughts came to Nigris' mind, he heard Ange yelling angrily: "Tulus! Burn my fields!"
Nigris almost fell to the ground, dumbfounded, and rushed over to stop Ange who was about to crush the devil: "It's not Tulus, it's not Tulus, Tulus is dead, dead."
This skeleton can't get through it. Last time in the Principality of Montenegro, when I saw a demon, I called it Tulus. Now when I see a demon, I call it Tulus. All demons can't be Tulus.
Hey, when I say this, I think of it, isn't this the demon from the Principality of Montenegro?
"Is it you? That demon from the Principality of Montenegro?" Nigris was surprised.
The Lord of Terror looked sad and asked: "Who is that Tulus? Does he look like me?"
Negris shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just a high-level demon. You can sacrifice demons, at least at the level of the Demon King. What should I call you?"
"High-level demon!? High-level demon? High-level demon, you can also admit your mistake?! Your eyes..." The Lord of Terror wanted to scold, 'Are you blind?', but when he thought of his own situation, he had to say the following words obediently. Swallow it.
Nigris is also quite embarrassed. He is indeed blind. Demons are almost the most complex species except insects. Not only do they have different shapes, different strengths, different attributes, but they even have different methods of reproduction.
Succubi are a type of demon, and their reproduction method is quite special (omitting six thousand words here...)
So for the sake of convenience, humans sort demons according to their strength, and divide them into lemures, demons, intermediate and high-level demons, and big demons. These are conventional demons. The demon kings and demon masters above are not conventional.
Each one is a king who occupies a large territory and has thousands of subjects under his command. He is equivalent to a human god and a powerful man of truth.
Ange confused an unconventional demon god with a conventional high-level demon. It was either blindness or something.
"I am the Lord of Terror, the Lord of the Terror Abyss. What do you want to do?" the Lord of Terror said angrily.
"Lord of Terror? Are you the Lord of Demons? What are you doing here?" Negris asked, and then added: "What did you do in the Principality of Montenegro?"
"Are you asking me a question? You must know that a deal with the devil requires a sufficient price. Are you ready?" the Lord of Terror asked.
Nigris smiled: "Get ready, as long as you answer my questions, we will let you go."
The Lord of Terror rolled his eyes at him: "This is just my projection, not my real body. Do you need to release it? Let's be more practical."
"Projection is also part of power. If you don't agree, we will crush it?" Nigris said confidently.
The Lord of Terror's expression changed a few times, and finally he said helplessly: "The main reason is that I don't have many sacrificial braziers left. Forget it, I will only answer your three questions. After answering, you must put my brazier in." Come down, do you agree? If you agree, then sign the contract."
Following its words, the shadow of a sheepskin scroll slowly emerged, with a contract written in demonic inscriptions on it.
The Lord of Terror explained: "Do you know demon inscriptions? Let me explain to you. This line is the name of both parties to the contract. This line is the agreement. Answer three questions. This line is the reward, or reward. As long as I answer you three One question, you have to let go of my brazier, and you are not allowed to do any harm to me. The last step is to sign. Is there any problem? If there is no problem, just press your fingerprint on the signature name."
Nigris squinted his eyes and read line by line carefully.
After looking at it for too long, the Lord of Horror became a little impatient and said: "It seems like you can understand it. This is a demon inscription. Will we demons still lie to you?"
Nigris glanced at it sideways and showed a strange expression: "What if I really understand? Although you demons claim to never lie to others, that is just a claim. The succubus I know always says that he I'm only eighteen years old, please explain to me, what does this inscription mean?"
"Ah? Doesn't this line of work mean that you are not allowed to do any harm to me?" The Lord of Terror said hesitantly.
"Yes, yes, this 'line' has this meaning, but what about this 'sentence'? What does it mean? You have to think about it carefully. I have never seen a demon lie about a devil's contract." Nag Rhys placed special emphasis on lines and sentences.
The Lord of Terror's face became as uncomfortable as eating cake, and he said with a bitter face: "If you pay the Lord of Terror another six hundred magic crystals, it turns out that you really understand the inscription..."
Nigris smiled: "It seems that you demons really don't lie about demon contracts, but only hide key information. Three questions and six hundred magic crystals. Are you a mage from the Law Guild?"
The Lord of Terror was unconvinced: "I am the Lord of Terror, the omniscient Lord of Terror. It is your honor that you can get the opportunity to ask me questions. Two hundred magic crystals for one question is very cheap. Don't Compare me to those stupid humans.”
Ding! omniscient? ! Negris looked at the Lord of Terror, and couldn't help but have a fierce fighting spirit: "Zobada, you actually stole my prefix of the God of Knowledge?"
But after one glance at Ange, Negris took notice and was about to ask the question that it had been unable to answer: Where is the king?
But before it could speak, the devil added: "Except for those private, unique and independent things, such as where so and so went, what color underwear he wore, whether he would be killed by a meteor while walking on the road, etc. , as long as it is public and knowledge-based, I can answer it. As long as you pay a little price, you can be unfavorable in exams and ratings."
Good guy, not only does it want to steal the prefix of the God of Knowledge, it will even do things that Nigris won't do. It can't stand it anymore: "I don't have any money, so just throw it away."
"Wait a minute!" The devil quickly stopped, and the inscriptions about the magic crystal in the contract disappeared one by one: "This will be all right."
"Add date and deadline."
Negris was still curious as to how this demon appeared in the Principality of Montenegro and how he got together with the undead. He read the contract carefully and made sure there was nothing fishy before pressing his finger.
The devil's contract dissipated and turned into points of light that sank into both Negris and the devil's bodies.
In the world of magic, there are too many forces to maintain integrity and contracts. The soul oaths of undead creatures, the loyalty oaths between living creatures, the magical contracts between magicians, and the demonic contracts between demons.
These are all restricted by beliefs and rules, and it is difficult to take advantage of them. Even if it is a prayer, you must abide by the rules. Last time, a guy prayed to the immortal god, but did not keep his promise, and was chopped down by Ange.
The soul oath is maintained by soul connection, the magic contract is maintained by magic elements, and the devil contract naturally has corresponding rules to maintain, so you are not afraid of violating the agreement.
It's just that the devil likes to be cunning and hide key information. If you can't understand the devil's inscription, you will easily suffer a loss.
However, human nature is greedy and prone to luck. When the temptation is too great, some people know that they will suffer losses, and they can't help but think: they will not be so unlucky.
After signing the contract, Negris was ready to ask a question: "What are you doing in the Principality of Montenegro to use the insect plague to destroy the city and trigger fear in humans to collect these emotions?"
The devil's expression was stern, his eyes widened, and he said, "How can I ask this question?"
Doesn't this mean telling the answer first, and then asking the person who asked the question what his thinking was? The Lord of Terror now wants to know how it knows so clearly.
"I...this...you..." The Lord of Terror hesitated.
"Have you thought about it? After you signed the contract, I also added a time limit. Can you withstand the backlash of the contract?" Nigris said proudly. He was despised by Shyamala, so his memory It's profound, and you can see through the devil's intentions at a glance without adding dates and deadlines.
The Lord of Terror responded helplessly: "How about creating a few terrifying ghosts and using them to parasitize the relay spirits? Has it been successful?" He is currently at the lower level of the tower and cannot see the relay spirits, but he can I could vaguely feel the breath of the relay spirit.
"Oh, it turns out that the scary ghost was created by you." Nigris suddenly realized.
"Then you mixed with the undead just to parasitize the relay spirit, but why is this thing in the hands of the undead?" Negris asked Ange to take out the box that sealed the fragment of Luna's Holy Spirit.
The Lord of Terror was about to cry: "You can't ask questions like this. How many questions are there?"
"One," said Nigris.
"Bullshit. If I don't answer the first question, it will be acquiescence. If I answer the first question, you will say that the question is not valid, and the second question is the problem. You little yellow dragon is very bad." The Lord of Terror was angry.
It usually plays with its prey like this, but unexpectedly someone played with it today.
"So, what's your answer?" Nigris did not deny that he was using tricks. Otherwise, what would he have gotten out of the three questions.
The Lord of Terror gave up. He found that the stunted brass dragon in front of him had too much information. It didn't seem like it was asking questions, but rather verifying its conjectures.
"The undead is the night watchman of the Slumberland Cemetery, and he dug this box in the cemetery." The Lord of Terror said.
"The place of sleep!?"
The place of sleep! Nigris exclaimed, Ange also perked up and looked at the demon in his hand.
"You mean the place of sleep? The place of sleep in the Palace of Rest?" Negris asked carefully every word.
The Lord of Terror was about to cry: "You also know this? Who are you? I don't even know about the Palace of Rest, but this undead said so."
"Where is the place of sleep?" Nigris asked eagerly, no longer caring about his questioning skills.
The Lord of Terror quickly answered: "I don't know, haha, three questions, please let me go."
"Damn, I'm so anxious." Nigris slapped his forehead angrily. He was too eager and did not close the loopholes in the question. As long as the other party answered "I don't know", it would be regarded as an answer.
"Let it go, Sabada, although our agreement has been completed, but look at the shining magic crystal." Nigris motioned to Ange to take out some magic crystal.
Ange fell casually, and a small mountain of at least hundreds of thousands of magic crystals fell to the ground, making the devil's eyes almost fall out.
"Look again, pure soul crystal."
Ange has now condensed a bunch of soul crystals. Anyway, he has a lot of soul energy. Soul crystals and soul energy are just changes in two forms. Transforming each other does not cause much loss.
The devil's eyes that were about to fall widened again.
"There are also grains, cloth, salt, fertilizer, sacred essence, world branches, life fruits, elf beans, upgrade beans, uh, and gold coins and silver coins. Do you want anything? If so, just pay the corresponding price, These things can be yours..." Nigris said in a low voice, full of temptation.
The Lord of Terror's eyes were shining, and his mind was wandering back and forth over the things on the ground, wishing he could hold them all in his arms, but when he heard the word 'price', he suddenly woke up.
Because it usually likes to say this to others, why does it seem like the roles have been reversed, who is the devil?
Be careful, don’t be fooled, be careful, don’t be tempted, the devil warned himself repeatedly in his heart, but after one more look at the pile of things, his heart was shaken, and finally he gave up resistance completely: “Just say what you want, I want this, this, and this.”
After some bargaining, the Lord of Terror signed a watertight contract that looked like a big loss from his point of view, but everyone else thought it was fair. To the devil, fair means a big loss.
After asking all the questions, Ange threw 300 soul crystals into the brazier. Under the burning of the flames, the soul crystals slowly dissipated.
Nigris is very satisfied. The soul crystal is now the least valuable thing in Ange. A large number of believers make continuous contributions every day. He has not farmed for a long time. The quick-death aura is not used much, and all the soul energy has been accumulated. .
Hundreds of soul crystals, but asked for the most critical information: "The Land of Sleep is lost in the void. The undead is the night watchman of the Cemetery of the Land of Sleep. There are more than a dozen night watchmen like him." , but he was the most restless, so he dug up some things in the cemetery and ran out, including fragments of Luna's spirit."
"It also gives a rough coordinate. If you search according to these coordinates, you may find the Cemetery of the Slumbering Land. There are tens of millions of undead creatures there, complete, because the Land of Slumbering is to protect the corpses. It was just established, and if we find it, we can regain the most powerful combat power of the Immortal Empire."
"But the coordinates are too vague. We need a powerful space magician and a dimensional beast..."
Having said this, Negris and Ange turned to look at the big cat that tiptoed over. Seeing that they had been discovered, the big cat let out a 'ooh' and pounced towards the Fruit of Life on the ground.
The Fruit of Life, which was as big as a washbasin, was no smaller than a big cat, but when it pounced on it and covered it with long hair, it disappeared.
After getting the fruit of life, the big cat turned around and wanted to run away, but it was not as fast as Ange, so he grabbed its two hind legs and shook it hard.
"Okay, now that there is a dimensional beast, as long as we find another powerful space magician, we can set off to find the Cemetery of Sleeping Land. If we find the cemetery, we may know why it came from The Palace of Rest was peeled away, what happened at that time."
"By the way, do you remember that female mage who tore off clothes? Her space magic is very powerful. She is probably at the level of a magister. How about we ask her for help, or go to the mercenary guild to hire one?" Negris was very interested. He was making plans and couldn't wait to set off.
"No." Ange firmly refused.
