Chapter 2967 Information

This situation of a huge gap between us and us, let alone Bezebu himself is not a very fighting spirit, even if He is, he can only turn off the fire.

Andrew is really strong now. Even if he does not use other methods to become the temporary Father God, he is still so strong that it is hopeless. Now he is not far from the true king of superpowers.

"I don't drink tea, I just drink juice."

Bezebu cried, this is His last dignity, He will never surrender, He just wants to drink juice, He Bezebu is a nobleman.

"Then drink the juice, freshly squeezed lemon juice."

Andrew smiled slightly, cancelled the gravity, and Bezebu flew up uncontrollably. Then, the ground quickly returned to normal. At the same time, the tables and chairs in the palace flew out and quickly arranged them.

It wasn't over yet. Andrew made a move, and a large amount of lemon juice appeared out of thin air on the table, without sugar. Then, he made a call.

"Lemon juice?"

Bezebu looked disgusted, but he did not dare to refuse Andrew, so he could only sit down in the chair. Then, He waved his hand and let all the demons leave, so that these guys would not see their ugly appearance, so he could only...

Well, you can't kill. There are only hundreds of demons in total. If you kill them all, you will have no subordinates to use them. There are more than hundreds of demons under His command, but there are only these hundreds of demons who are stronger in combat. The others are just ordinary demons.

"I'm really miserable!"

Bethibu sighed and asked unwillingly: "Who are you, why are you so powerful? Moreover, I have never heard of you before?"

"I am not a person from this world, I am a person outside the world."

Andrew said frankly: "So I want to know, what is going on in your world, and why are you demon kings so down and out?"

"People outside the world? No wonder, I can't answer these questions about you. Don't look at me like this. What I said is that I can't answer, not that I don't want to answer."

Beizeb said, "I cannot say information about that person, otherwise I will not even be this shabby devil.

In short, the one who sets the rules, we can only act according to these rules, for example, we cannot live in hell, we can only live in small spaces attached to hell, and this is the rule."

"This regulation should be to suppress your strength. If you return to Hell, you will soon be able to restore the strength of the Father God."

Andrew thought for a while and said, "You were actually God of Heaven at the beginning, and you were disenfranchised from the power of the man and drove him out of hell, right?"

Beizeb did not answer, but answered 'yes' with his eyes. Then, He continued: "We demon kings are equivalent to chess pieces, and can only act according to the commands of chess players.

I really want the human soul, but I can only do this through spokespersons. Moreover, not everyone can become my spokesperson. It took me decades of hard work to cultivate a witch queen.

Unfortunately, the Queen of Witch is too useless. She was chopped off by that guy named Calder. Do you know what is even more depressed? The Queen of Witch is not dead. If she doesn’t die, I can’t develop a second spokesperson.

This has led to my failure to develop a new spokesperson for the past eight hundred years. Why is my territory so desolate and why there are only such a few demons? It has a direct relationship with this.

In fact, most of the Demon King's situation is similar to mine, only the traitor's situation is better, but it is only better.

He uses his appearance and figure every day to sign contracts with humans. Haha, the devil king actually relies on his appearance to attract customers. What is the difference between this and the special workers in the world?”

Andrew knew who Besieb was talking about, and he asked, "What if it were you?"

"That's all right? I must have become a beauty..."

Beizeb reacted and smiled awkwardly. He was dissatisfied with the beauty in red, not largely because of her betrayal, but because she had privileges.

Among all the demon kings, the beauty in red is the best one to do, and the most souls they get.

What, can other demon kings be the same as her? No, the beauty in red is the only demon king who can sign a contract with humans with wishes. Other demon kings can only develop spokespersons or use special means to harvest souls. This is the privilege that the powerful existence gives the beauty in red.

This privilege has allowed the beauty in red to steadily increase in strength over the past few thousand years. Now, it has far surpassed other demon kings. There is no way, the speed of other demon kings collecting souls is completely incomparable to her.

Andrew asked with a smile: "I didn't expect Bezebu, you actually have a hobby for women's clothing?"

"It's okay to get a soul, let alone women's clothing, it's okay to be neither men nor women's clothing."

Bezebub went out and said, "The soul is everything. Only enough souls can make my territory prosper gradually, unlike now, like a bandit's nest.

I'm not afraid to tell you that the purpose of our devil kings is to get more souls and human souls."

After a pause, Bethibu sighed: "So, I fooled the Witch Queen before and asked her to find a way to destroy the world. In this way, I can obtain a large amount of souls. Unfortunately, the Witch Queen is too useless and is directly killed by Calder.

Hey, what's going on with this memory? Why does it feel a little wrong? It seems that the Queen of Witch was not killed by Calder?"

Beizeb became confused. This was a conflict between the memory of reality and the memories of the past - most people could not perceive the changes in the past, but the devil could detect one or two, and the empress of the witch was Beizeb's man.

Andrew said: "What's the use of killing humans in the world? That person might be able to directly modify the rules."

"It shouldn't be, that one, very polite, that's why He sets so many rules for us."

Bezebu was stunned and shook his head, obviously not caring about it. Andrew didn't say much. Those rules were set for the devils, not for Himself.

Andrew asked, "What information do you have to provide about that one?"

"Not available, but you can ask the traitor that she has much higher authority than us, and she must know more."

Bezebu encouraged him, it was obvious that He wanted to cause trouble for the beauty in red.

Andrew said: "If you have the chance, how many demon kings are there in hell besides you? Do you know their spatial coordinates?"

"There are dozens of demon kings in hell. I don't know the spatial coordinates of the traitor and the spatial coordinates of others, nor do they know mine. There is no way, we can't believe each other."

Bezebu shook his head and said, "As for that traitor, her space coordinates are open, and no one dares to cause trouble for her. On the one hand, she is very strong now, and on the other hand, she can call on part of that person's power."

Andrew asked, “That is, she is half the Lord of Hell?”

"Bad, she is at most a supervisor."

Beizeb cursed that he was obviously very unhappy with the beauty in red. After all, the beauty in red is a traitor, and more importantly, he was much better off than Him.

Andrew thought for a while and looked straight at Bezebu. As soon as Bezebu touched his gaze, his consciousness couldn't help but sink. The whole world was left with Andrew's eyes flashing.

The next second, Andrew's consciousness forcibly entered Beetheb's consciousness and wanted to check His memories, but found that some of His memories were blocked by mysterious energy. Once they were forcibly read, they would be counterattacked immediately, and at the same time, they would be known by the hands behind the scenes.

"It seems that even illusion is not good."

Andrew shook his head and woke Bezebu. Bezebu opened his eyes and looked confused. What had just happened? Then, He reacted and glared at Andrew: "You actually secretly check my memory?"

"Correction is not a secret, but a straightforward view. If I secretly view, you will not notice anything unusual at all."

Andrew said: "Also, pay attention to your attitude towards speaking. This time, I can leave it alone, but next time, that's not necessarily the case."

Beizebu felt cold in his heart, and his anger quickly dissipated, and he was more depressed. He looked at His memories openly, so what could He do? He could not beat him at all.

In hell, the survival of the weak is the truth. Since you are not the opponent of the other party, you can only endure it and hold it in.

"I'm a little disappointed not getting the information I want."

Andrew said, "Beiseb, give you a task and you can complete it well."

Bethibu was silent for a moment and asked, "What mission?"

"Next, a group of people will use the group of black wizards to contact you, and you will follow the normal routine, give them strength, communicate with them and cooperate with them."

Andrew said: "Don't have any flaws in this, just do whatever you should do, but tell me all the specific process, and when I need it, you must follow my orders as soon as possible."

"You want me to be an undercover agent?"

Bezebu was stunned. Is there something wrong? How could the boss be the one who ended up being an undercover agent? He couldn't help asking: "With your strength, you don't need such trouble, right? Apart from that person, who else will be your opponent in this world?"

Andrew said: "Of course I have my reasons. You just need to answer, would you like?"

"Do I have any choice? I didn't respond to the mark before, so I was beaten up, but I also became someone else's servant."

Bezebu smiled bitterly in his heart, and He asked, "King of superpowers, since you can trust me, I am willing to be an undercover agent for you."

"Of course I can't believe you."

Andrew said naturally, "It's no surprise to Bezebu, trust a demon king? Are you sure you haven't been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"I just made some trouble in your soul, Bezebub, if you betray me, you will surely go to destruction."
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