Chapter 393 I am indeed a plaything, but not yours
Pretending to be confident, Descartes opened his mouth wide, spit out the blood in his mouth and said with a smile:
"Bah! Ahem... You didn't kill me directly. That's what you thought too, right?"
"Because, I still have value."
Legendary demons are not that fragile creatures, and regeneration of severed limbs is not a very difficult matter as long as there is time.
In other words, although Descartes looks extremely miserable now, as long as Karan is willing to let him go, and after a period of rest, he can return to his peak state.
If he really wanted to kill Descartes, what Karan had to do was to do it cleanly, instead of not killing him directly like he did now, and choosing to chat with him.
Karan smiled strangely and said with a smile:
"Oh? Have you discovered all this?"
Descartes's guess was not wrong. Karan really didn't rush to kill him directly at the beginning.
Haha, that’s indeed the case!
Callan's reaction gave Descartes more confidence, and he was now convinced that there was nothing wrong with his idea.
Karan just wants to conquer himself, and even turn himself into an object of slavery.
"Yes! You understand, you simply can't sit in that position with your current strength."
Although Karan's strength at the moment is higher than her own in terms of level, but without a long period of training and familiarity, her real combat ability does not match her strength.
The battle just now ended in an instant because of the monster's sudden intervention after the two of them fought fiercely for a long time.
That monster...
Goo.
Even though he was a legend, Descartes didn't put up any decent resistance and was seriously injured after a few encounters.
"It is indeed very strong, not much worse than some lords on other levels, but can you let him step onto the stage?"
"Is this your trump card? You won't let it show up easily, right? That way you will lose your biggest trump card."
Every demon lord will have his or her own trump card. Never underestimate those demon lords who have ruled an entire abyssal plane for a long time.
If they are really pushed to the limit, then they will definitely show many terrifying secrets.
Compared to those lords, Karan's accumulated knowledge is really too weak.
"But I'm different. I'm the Demon Archduke on the surface. They won't be too wary of me, including other archdukes."
"If they know that I support you, they will change their minds."
Exaggerating his own role as much as possible, Descartes felt that he had already said enough, so he struck a chord while Karan frowned in thought:
"Karan! I am willing to cooperate with your plan, I am willing to loyally recognize your status and surrender to you!"
However, a sigh silenced all Descartes' emotions.
well……
"Sure enough, we still can't have too many expectations for the demons."
"What a boring and ugly struggle!"
Descartes:???
"You said one thing wrong."
After shaking his head and sighing, Karan smiled helplessly:
"Although your association seems very logical, I asked it to save your life specifically, not to give you a chance to surrender."
No matter how good the logic is, as long as it is wrong from the beginning, it is basically impossible to draw a correct conclusion later.
"I just want to ask you something."
Lifting the sword stuck on the ground, Karan asked with a smile:
"Are you saying... I'm very similar to her? I won't refuse your request?"
"Ah? Who?"
Descartes blinked in confusion. He didn't know why the situation suddenly became like this, but his survival instinct still made him think hard.
Where is it?
Something went wrong?
"You mean you and His Majesty?"
"Yeah, me and that woman."
Karan is a usurper who killed his mother and ascended the throne. How can such a person still respect his mother?
"I... no, that was just what I said casually. Your Majesty would not agree to it."
Karan shrugged without surprise and said with emotion:
"I think so. She doesn't like guys like you."
That one is violent and crazy, but also powerful and beautiful... How could he like this kind of trash?
"Also, I need to remind you that I am [Your Majesty] now."
Suddenly, he pierced Descartes' right eye with the tip of his sword. Karan said calmly without changing his expression:
"But it's not your Majesty."
I don't need a minister like you.
Am I some kind of waste?
How could she fall in love with a piece of trash like you that she doesn't like?
The eyeball of his right eye was pulled directly out of the socket. Descartes ignored the pain and glared angrily at the crazy queen with one eye.
"Wait a minute! I've said so much, don't you understand your situation!? Do you really understand what you are doing!? I am an archduke who is willing to support you...ahhh!"
Karan's response to Descartes' question was equally simple. She used her tail to pierce his remaining left eye and pull it out.
He popped out of his eyes.
He raised his tail and brought the same ugly eyeball to his eyes for a closer look. Karan flicked his tail hard with disgust on his face.
Snapped!
Descartes' left eye smashed against the wall like a rotten tomato and rotted into a piece.
Pitiful.
"Of course, if I kill you, the other princes' expressions will be very wonderful when they find out, and they will naturally surrender."
"you!!?"
Just for this reason?
"Don't you know that other demon lords have been paying attention to this place!?"
"I know, they are just a bunch of idiots with evil intentions but no courage."
!!?
madman.
This woman is even crazier and arrogant than her mother!
His eyes lost light, and Descartes also noticed the other party's malice that was no longer suppressed, and gave up his struggle completely.
He started a curse!
"You ***, you will definitely fail."
"The demon lords who know this news will definitely come, and you will definitely become their plaything!"
Descartes understood something and madly cursed the cold witch who was laughing at him.
"It's a toy...well, I can probably consider it as something like this now."
……What?
Looking at Descartes, who was stunned and stunned for a moment with a crazy expression, Karan laughed with satisfaction.
She raised the beheading sword high and added with a smile:
"Similarly, it's not yours either."
What?
Looking at Karan, who seemed to have a resentful expression and didn't know what he was thinking, Descartes was completely confused.
What on earth is she talking about?
plaything?
She said...
brush!
The decapitating sword was like a red light, passing through the dungeon like a moon wheel, and directly cut off Descartes' ugly head!