In the pink world on the other side of the Gate of Love, several heart-shaped tails were swaying constantly, highlighting the entranced succubi who were fighting for each other. Even the ones over there
Fisher led Jasmine and the others almost to their side without even realizing it.
They were either crawling, scrambling to pounce on the weak and struggling figure surrounded by them, as if they were eager to eat.
When Fisher arrived, he saw bird carcasses scattered everywhere on the ground. It seemed that the dead birds had just experienced a battle, but they were too fragile to protect the animals that drove them.
Owner.
"Hey, please stop for a moment."
Unlike the previous little devils who felt the aura of Fisher's mythical rank and ran away, at this time, even if Fisher spoke directly to them, they seemed to be completely unable to hear them and still surrounded the Death Lord.
There's something sucking and demanding from his side.
Instead, the Death King who was surrounded by them heard Fisher's voice clearly, and he quickly stretched out his pale palm from the cage surrounded by the succubi's bodies, and spoke to Fisher's voice.
He kept grabbing at the direction he came from, as if he was asking for help.
"Uh! Uh!"
Even the outstretched legs began to tremble spasmodically, as if they were enduring some kind of torture, which was beyond Fisher's knowledge.
But this did not prevent him from helping. Seeing that the group of succubus completely ignored his existence, he silently raised his hand. The soul in his hand kept twisting, as if it had a suction force like a black hole. In an instant,
, the magic circuits of all the succubi in front of them lit up, and an extremely weak feeling came to their hearts, and they realized that they were being attacked.
"Ho! Who is it?"
One of the purple-haired succubi who was directly above the body of the Death King raised his body ferociously, turned to look at Fisher next to him, and thought he was those little devils who didn't know how to live or die, but what caught his eyes was...
He is a handsome man with an expressionless face.
Her ferocious expression like a beast instantly turned pink and delicate, and she was about to reach out to seduce him with a smile on her face, but she finally realized the terrifying level of the existence in front of her.
"Oh, it's you! That's not right."
She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her legs suddenly became weak and she fell to the side. However, the sisters beside her ignored her and actually got out of the way and pushed her out of the succubi.
The surrounding area. Then, the other succubi who had just been waiting nearby eagerly rushed forward, trying to replace the purple-haired succubus's central position just now.
The purple-haired succubus who woke up saw that her sisters had not yet woken up, and continued to move forward as if no one was around. She was so frightened that she quickly flapped her bat wings and went forward to grab those lying on the side of the Death Lord.
The succubus on his body was roughly pushed away by them.
And it seemed that the purple-haired succubus who had just finished eating didn't have much strength on his body, so he was easily pushed to the ground. He looked at Fisher with a panicked expression, as if he was hesitating whether he should escape or not.
"This gentleman doesn't care about us"
Fisher stretched out his hand again, and when the magic circuit lit up, the soul in his fingers became more and more twisted. Then, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and all the succubi lying on the Death King began to wail, and then
He started throwing things to the side uncontrollably.
The magic circuits on their bodies were like firewood, igniting raging flames and providing Fisher with pure power. This caused them great pain, rolling on the ground and wailing, and the skin on their bodies began to suffocate.
A strange cyan color appears, and this is a sign that the blood turns blue.
Their souls are leaving their bodies and dying.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The sight of so many succubi suddenly scattered and lying on the ground, twisting and wailing, made the area around Fisher feel more like hell than the Demon Dynasty, frightening the purple-haired succubus to stay where he was.
But the intoxicating feeling of gaining soul power made it difficult for Fisher to stop. It seemed that at this moment, the ever-increasing pure power allowed him to see a shortcut to defeat Barbatos and Agares. Just these few moments
The power of a succubus can make him feel this way. If the quantity and quality of the souls extracted are increased, the power obtained will be beyond the imagination of Fisher.
"Teacher Fisher, why don't you stop first?"
But at this moment, Jasmine beside her suddenly stretched out her hand and held Fisher's arm. The power to extract the soul subconsciously spread towards Jasmine. This dangerous move was like a loud bell that struck her.
The sound on Fisher's head suddenly made him wake up, and he quickly stopped the process of extracting souls.
"Buzz!"
"It's not enough to go to the spiritual world. The soul power is not enough."
At that moment, there was an explosive tinnitus in Fisher's ears, and the murmur mixed in it came from a certain transferred person, the Soul Lord, whom Fisher had met before.
He took a deep breath, quickly turned to look at the startled Jasmine, and asked,
"Are you okay, Jasmine?"
Jasmine stared blankly at Fisher in front of her, then shook her head and said worriedly,
"I'm fine, but Mr. Fisher, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"I'm in trouble!"
Emhard screamed and flew back to Fisher's shoulder from the sky, hit him on the cheek, and said,
"What the hell did you use just now? You didn't notice me at all, and I was almost swallowed by that thing! I thought no one could notice you, but why did you wake up as soon as Jasmine touched you?
?!"
Yes, Fisher had forgotten that there was Emhart on his shoulder just now, causing him to have to fly high into the sky to avoid Fisher's soul devouring.
Fisher reluctantly touched the body of his book and apologized to him. He was indeed a little unskilled in using the power of chaos, and he had been aware of the dangers a long time ago.
When Eliog was released, he felt out of control after releasing a lot of soul power. He tried his best to control it, and he didn't have an attack until he had skin contact with Jasmine. He thought that after the soul power was filled up, he would be able to control it.
He will never feel like this again. Now it seems that even if his soul is filled, he still has a hunger for other souls.
This is a disease that he suffered from after he started reading the Soul Replenishment Manual, and it has not been alleviated at all now.
He shook his head and could only focus on the current business.
"Woo"
In the middle of the succubus wailing all over the ground, I saw the death figure lying on the ground in the shape of a "big character" looking up helplessly. His original thick coat and lining were torn apart, roughly exposed
Among them were bodies as pale as corpses and as thin as skin and bones.
But even so, his face, neck, and chest were still full of lip marks that had been sucked hard by red lips, and there were also red scars like needles all over them. These were probably succubi.
They use their tails to extract the fallen nature left behind.
He looked up like a sage. At this moment, in his ragged and disheveled embarrassment, Fisher had already taken in all of this.
After a long, long time, he closed his eyes and sighed, a drop of clear tears slowly fell from the corner of his eyes, and he said,
"I really want to die."
These words, which seemed to be his mantra, became particularly sincere at this moment, and there was also a very interesting bit of resentment.
This simple sentence made both Fisher and Jasmine laugh. He ignored the succubi around him who finally woke up and were trembling with fear from his mythical aura. They came to the side of the Death Lord and asked him,
"How did you get caught up in all this?"
"I want to come to you, but I don't know where you are, so I'm going to let my birds go out to look for you. I put some birds on both sides, but the birds sent in the direction you came from didn't find you.
, the ones sent over there attracted these female goblins."
While arranging his inappropriate clothes, Lord Death explained to Fisher what he had just encountered without much energy.
Unlike Fisher who had scrolls and connections, he didn't know anything about this place, and he didn't know which side was which, so he could only look here blindly, not knowing that that side was actually the category of the Eros Gate.
As a result, he was attacked by a succubus.
Fisher was a bit dumbfounded, and at the same time he looked at the group of succubi who were huddled together. Just when he was about to say something, the purple-haired succubus who was first picked out knelt down and used his sweet hand.
Begging for mercy,
"Sir, please spare our lives, we didn't mean it!"
Listening to the obviously seductive voice, Jasmine glanced at their pitiful sobbing faces again, and a long sword suddenly appeared in her hand, and the shining silver light immediately made the charming woman who spoke softly...
The devil instantly returned to normal and completed the last sentence with a serious and holy voice like a saint.
"It's not intentional? But this friend of mine is almost driven to suicide by you. Are you interested in his skin and want to take him home?"
"us"
The purple-haired succubus swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then whispered,
"We're just hungry. It's been too long since we've eaten our fallen self, so we couldn't hold it back."
"Wait a minute, are you the demon attendants?"
Fisher took a look at the group of demons in front of him who had clear consciousness and were very different from the group of little demons, but not as powerful as the demon gods, and said so.
As mentioned before, although the name Demon Race generally refers to the demi-human race from the Demon Dynasty, in fact, the real Demon Race only has seventy-two demon gods. They are powerful mythical races, but now
Sealed under the magma by the Mother Goddess.
But there are two categories under the demon gods. One is the weakest, mindless little demons like wild beasts. In human legends, the children born to the demon gods are little demons, but later they learned about the reproduction of mythical species.
Fisher knows that demons cannot reproduce, so the fact that the little demon is their child is just a fabrication.
Perhaps the ancient demons used little devils to lure other races to contribute their corrupted nature, or they cursed each other and turned their offspring into little devils, thus spreading this rumor.
I still remember that when she first met Eliog, she adopted this statement and asked Fisher if he wanted to get her pregnant with a little devil.
This sentence was a pun, but now Fisher probably realized that Eliog was just teasing him at the time.
In addition to the little devils, there is also a more advanced type of devil attendants. There are many types of this type, and they have different shapes. Just like their superior devils, they are simply not a species, and the succubus is one of them.
.
But Fisher mentioned this because the demon attendants are not like sealed demon gods. They can walk freely in this world. How can they not absorb their fallen nature for a long time?
"Ah, according to human classification, we are indeed demon servants. To be more precise, we used to be Lord Sidi and the familiars of Lord [Selios], but that was a long, long time ago. I
My name is Mitra, and she is Lord Sidi’s familiar.”
"No, I mean, since you haven't been sealed, how come you haven't absorbed your fallen nature for so long?"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Mitra and the shivering sisters kneeling beside her became even more unspeakable. This attracted Fisher's attention, causing him to raise his hand and ask again,
"Don't tell me?"
"Say! Let's talk!"
Mitra saw him raising his hand again, fearing that he would use the previous method to absorb their souls, so he immediately raised his hand to beg for mercy, and explained to Fisher with some hesitation,
"Actually, we went out before, but we were driven back later and were not allowed to go out again."
"Come back? Who drove you back and why?"
Mitra glanced at Fisher carefully, seeing that he looked human, and couldn't help but say,
"This gentleman knows that we demons, whether we are demon gods, familiars or little demons, actually live on our fallen nature, but our fallen nature is not like food to us, but more
Like some kind of irrepressible [nature].
"We will not die if we do not absorb our fallen nature for a long time, but it will bring us pain that is unimaginable for any other race. It is like living with the pain of suffocation without breathing; it is like not drinking water.
, with an extreme desire to live forever. The stronger this imagination is, the more obvious it becomes as the years go by.
"As familiars of the Eros Gate, we are born to be passionate about lust and this matter. We must obtain 'food' from this matter, and we cannot obtain it in any other way. And I and the sisters around me are all
It is a familiar that has lived for thousands of years. It is already relatively old, so the nature in the body is becoming more and more difficult to suppress.
"So, no longer as patient as those young familiars, we accidentally overdid it without control in the human city, so we were kicked back by the adults and were not allowed to go out again. Until today,
It’s been three years”
She glanced at Fisher cautiously, thought of something, and said angrily,
"Those demon gods, relying on their own strength, can do whatever they want to satisfy their own nature to the greatest extent. As for us who are weak, we have to obey their orders, even to satisfy our own nature.
You need to exercise restraint, and you also have to worry about exposing yourself to humans and ruining the Demon God's affairs.
"Ha, we have been staying in this dark, desolate place for three years now. We have been tortured by our nature day and night. Some brothers and sisters have died because of madness. We just want men, even if they are just a little bit.
Just give us a little.”
As she spoke, she didn't know if something came to her mind, but her face began to turn red again, as if since Fisher came, the Death King who didn't have much oil and water in the first place had been completely squeezed out.
He has become less attractive, not to mention that he is not as handsome as the powerful adult in front of him.
Mitra's right hand, which was kneeling on the ground, unconsciously groped downwards. The expressions of dissatisfaction or hunger showed that they were suffering from the torture of their nature, and what they had just asked for from the Death Lord was only poison to quench their thirst, which could not be satisfied at all.
they
The Lord of Death is a half-dead living dead. His obsession with death has basically overtaken all other desires. What's more, he originally had someone he was interested in. He has been dead for a long time, and he doesn't seem to be a forgetful person.
Of course it is impossible to squeeze out a sufficient amount of the fallen nature.
But for an adult of this mythical level, oh, if I could taste the taste of his fallen nature, it would be worth dying for.
But just when Mitra was thinking this, a green mark suddenly appeared in her unsatisfactory eyes, and it was engraved on the chest of the man in front of her.
That strong demonic aura, that conspicuous crown symbol
That is
"Lord Baimeng! Are you the patron of Lord Baimeng?!"
Mitra's face turned pale, and she was even more frightened than before when she saw Fisher, as if the mention of that name would completely destroy her soul.
In the astonished gazes of Fisher and the others, they suddenly discovered that the succubus in front of them suddenly became incontinent. She was so frightened that she could not even maintain her human form, and the flames on her tail became weaker and weaker.
"Sir Baimeng, we didn't mean it. Don't test and torture us anymore."
"When we were in Nali, we really couldn't bear it anymore, so we didn't mean to ruin your affairs. Please let us go."
Fisher frowned and watched as Mitra's head suddenly hit the ground and kowtowed to himself, as if she was begging for mercy, or begging for mercy from the existence in her mouth.
But his thoughts were completely caught by the information in Mitra's words, and he frowned and asked quickly,
"Bai Meng, wait a minute, what did you say? Where were you sent by Bai Meng earlier?"
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