The devil began to clean up his city.

The guests were coming soon, but because of a small accident, there were now burnt and no aesthetic voids everywhere - the city belonging to him was like a work of art corroded by acid, which was really unbearable.

The goblins and the little demon were driven into a circle, and even the wailing banshee, gargoyles and others had to join the cleaning queue.

The monsters who were seriously injured and had no time to escape were quickly cleaned up and became the enjoyment of other demons.

Wailings and roars came one after another, but soon they were like the lake after a sudden rain, with no trace of quiet left.

A guy who will die in this level of accident is not worthy of sympathy.

No one in the City of Joy would care about such details.

Anyway, a brief accident will soon be concealed by new laughter.

It's like a city-destroying place that grows quickly, brand new and clean, as if nothing has happened.

The banshees who once suffered from the lack of chance discovered that the location around the city lord was empty again at some point.

While ecstatic, the competitors had several battles with the heart and magic core in the blood pool. The winners were qualified and happily gathered at the foot of the city lord, gaining the opportunity to be fascinated by him.

Everything is as usual.

Compared with the pioneers who have turned into blood and rotten flesh, the winner who has just taken the lead thinks that he is more enchanting.

The banshee with sheep horns looked soft and soft. With the demon's acquiesce, she climbed up to his knees: "Sir--You have let us watch the territory war for so long..."

Before she could finish her most lingering tail sound, a leopard girl pushed her away, rubbed the demon's thigh, and directly asked the question that most demons in the city of Happy are most concerned about: "Sir, what happened just now? Is it a new show?"

The demon who had been looking outside and was ecstatic, retracted his gaze and showed a smile: "Yes - it was just a little foreplay just now."

"Great," the banshees and the demons showed joy, "We're almost tired of seeing."

"Didn't you know it long ago?"

The demon named Mephisto waved his hand and signaled the banshees to get off him.

Although his expression was not at all angry, the banshees retreated to both sides as quickly as possible, and at the warning of the demon, they pulled up the curtain at the gate so that the hot wind could pour in.

The hall originally used as the dance floor was full of tilted people, drunk as the mud, and felt the wind blowing in, it was just moving, without any big signs.

"It's time to prepare here," the devil spoke with a very gentle voice. "I heard that our guests attach great importance to 'order' and I don't want to upset her."

His voice wasn't too loud.

But as soon as the words were finished, the high-level demons turned over immediately as if they were splashed by cold water.

"Very good," the devil smiled satisfied. "Please lay the carpet up quickly, pour all the containers with fine wine, and prepare for the song."

"The fragmented platters will soon be put together. The new Lord of the Abyss is coming, and she will bring us a new game and a new stage."

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you feel it? - Her breath is close to you."

The devil said as he closed his eyes halfway and licked his lips.

...

The winner of the Territory War stood under a smooth cliff and crushed the key to open as promised.

The crack appeared from the rock wall in front of her, cleaving the entire cliff into two halves, like a door that opened with a bang.

The mountain walls are like desserts cut into pieces, revealing the scorching endoplasm and surging lava during the period.

The golden, hot flow escaped from the shackles of the shell and gushed out directly, rushing towards them.

She stopped her guard who was surprised to pull her away, and did not move, allowing the magma that seemed to burn all living things under her head-

The moment they were about to touch them, the lava stopped in front of them, separated from the middle directly to the sides, like the sea water under the overwhelming force, paving a golden corridor for them.

She pulled the corners of her lips and walked in directly.

The moment he stepped in, the lava under his feet came back to life and led them against the current and quickly climbed up the mountain wall.

The higher the magma flows, the slower it will flow, and when it reaches its highest point, the magma stops flowing.

The originally golden-red lava slowly fell to both sides.

All senses are activated in an instant.

The scorching air surging against their skin, soaked in the breath of lava and blood, so thick that it seemed as if you could taste it by opening your mouth.

They stood in the middle of the largest blood pool in the city of joy, with vast and boundless lakes in front, back, left and right.

The cooled lava piled up and meandered at their feet, turning from the golden corridor to the deep rose carpet, paving a straight and clear path for them in the blood pool, pointing directly to the black and white palace at the end - it was built on the volcano and was built directly with the accompanying obsidian and Yuemian stone ore veins, rising and falling, like a natural organ tube.

When you walk closer, you will find that each "long tube" itself is a towering building. Whether it is inlaid or carved, it is quite good. It is not the rough style commonly found in the abyss, but it is from the work of an elf. The only difference is that there is no "door" in any room or hall, and only the overlapping veils interweave a charming and decadent meaning.

The tall and handsome monster and the graceful banshee shuttled behind the veil.

There could be faintly heard of laughter in the palace. There were also some deliberate and depressing comments that seemed to be pleasing: "Is it that lich?"

"No, I heard it was a living person."

"Is it that cute boy-ah, he looks so fresh."

"I prefer the one behind him. I like his eyes, if I can..."

"You are so stupid, sir, the new Lord of the Abyss is a lady—"

"Oh, she is such a petite girl..."

"Yes, yes, young, weak, without any disguise, a sweet breath--"

Almost all the high-level monsters in the palace felt some kind of movement, but no one dared to go against that person's intention, so he could only speak in a low voice, hoping that the new guest would take the initiative to take a look.

But what disappointed them was that no matter the one they paid the most or the guards she accompanied, they were the most unconfused and ignored their hints at all.

The lava carpet had disappeared long ago at the palace entrance.

The original scent of sulfur and blood became much lighter here, replaced by the spices extracted from animals and the smell of fine wine - the first line of wine is particularly clear, even if you close your eyes, you will never lose the direction of the invitation.

They followed the fragrance and walked through the rooms, gardens, pavilions, courtyards, and finally came to the depths of the palace.

The suffocatingly handsome black-haired demon stood with his hands hanging down on the edge of the crystal throne. He wore a luxurious dress - from a glossy coat to a straight breeches to a shirt with a complex neckline, with fair skin and a healthy figure, and looked like a legendary figure.

"You are finally here," he greeted him lightly, his movements like dancing steps.

The girl stood still, didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly, with obvious curiosity and gaze in her eyes, looking gentle and well-behaved.

"Please allow me to introduce myself," said the Devil. "I am the acting lord of Mephisto, here. You can call me Murphy--"

"Mulala." She said.

The devil was stunned for a moment, then curled his eyes and smiled: "You really love to joke - you may not know very well. I used to be a poet. For inspiration, I even lived in the lake where fishmen often appear for a while."

The girl nodded, her face unchanged, as if she had never done anything rude, and she was still obedient: "It should be a matter of translation - well, you can call me Lin, just like everyone else."

Mephisto smiled: "It's a great honor."

As he said this, he bent down and reached out and sent the girl to the highest throne, while not forgetting to add a pile of extremely soft cushions to her, filling the gaps in the throne - making sure it is comfortable enough.

Other guards sat on the ground not far away

Then, he brought the clear blue wine with his own hands, and the wine showed an extremely gentle and charming color in the white jade cup: "This is the first wine made in Angelia after the arrival of winter. It has the breath of frost and is very clear."

She took the cup and took a sip: "It turns out that what I smelled just now - you are such a meticulous person... Oh, are you a human?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Mephisto smiled and looked at the guard brought by the girl.

They each sat on the ground, eating and drinking, as if they didn't notice it at all and were too lazy to pay attention to the appearance here.

"Because I don't feel like this here is like an abyss," she said. "The abyss is not as particular as you - are you human too?"

"Once," Mephisto smiled, "Are you..."

"Yes," she answered very simply, "Since you were a human being, then let's talk about human beings--speak, what's the matter with you looking for me?"
Chapter completed!