"Crack! Bang!" The sound of the collision of gold and iron resounded in the mountains deep in the northern border of the Demon Realm.
At this time, tens of thousands of demon soldiers in the woods of the mountains are being divided into two parties, and the two sides are constantly attacking each other.
"The Apostle said that the team that loses today will have their physical training doubled tomorrow, and the team that wins will have their physical training halved tomorrow!" A shout from above the army soon spread to the entire battlefield.
"boom!"
"Go ahead"
"Come on! We must not lose to the opponent today." The whole army seemed to be on fire. The two sides fought more fiercely, and magic flames kept exploding in the mountains.
Standing on the border wall was a knight-like man nearly three meters tall, wearing shining armor and carrying a giant sword on his back.
The man looked at the fierce battle between the two armies behind him, with a smile on his face. After watching for a while, he turned around and looked far away at the sky outside the barrier.
"I haven't been out for a long time..." the man said to himself.
"Huh!" A black flame hovered in front of the man. The man waved his palm lightly, and the flame extinguished and turned into a letter falling into the man's palm.
"Oh? Is it a letter from Mr. Alyon? Is it true that we haven't contacted him for a long time? I wonder what's going on?" The man looked at the letter in his hand and was confused.
The man thought and unfolded the letter: "The Demon King has awakened and summoned War Apostle Berkeley to come to the Demon King's Palace as soon as possible. Do not tell others about this." As soon as the man read the content, the letter in his hand turned into a "whoop".
A puddle of ashes.
It turns out that this man is Harry Berkeley, the War Apostle, one of the Five Apostles of the Demon Realm.
"Hahahahaha! Okay! Okay!" Berkeley's huge laughter kept echoing in the sky.
The soldiers who were practicing stopped fighting and looked at their apostle in confusion. They saw that their apostle had turned into a black light and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Another ball of flame is also flying at full speed towards the highest mountain in the middle of the Demon World Continent──Mountain Noah.
It was clearly noon outside, but Noah's Peak was shrouded in darkness, and everything around him was unusually quiet.
A skinny young man, over 1.70 meters tall, was lying on the bell tower of the castle on the top of the mountain, admiring the starry sky that he couldn't get enough of.
The young man stretched out his hand as if to touch the sky, and said to himself: "This is the closest place to you, right? How long can I protect this place?"
"Hoo" a ball of flames cut through the dark starry sky, illuminating the young man's face. This person is Roy Hurt, the apostle of the night who is famous for his ruthlessness in the devil world. Although he is nearly three hundred years old, he is still a young man.
The appearance of a sub-teenager.
"Oh? What happened to Mr. Alyon?" Hurt thought to himself as he casually opened the letter turned into a fireball.
"The Lord Demon King wakes up and summons Hurt, the apostle of the night, to come to the Demon King's Palace quickly. Do not tell others about this." The letter turned into a puddle of ashes as soon as Hurt read the contents.
"Are you finally back?" Hutt stood up and looked to the northeast and muttered quietly, then spread out the huge wings behind him and turned into a black light and flew towards the northeast.
The darkness covering the mountain peaks disappeared in an instant, the sun rushed to shine on this land, and the north wind began to howl like an undisciplined child rolling up the white snow on the ground.
"Boom" The largest volcano in the eastern part of the demon world, Keda Volcano, erupted again. This is the third eruption this month.
"That's not right. Logically speaking, it should be successful this time." I saw an old man standing on the edge of the rock wall inside the volcano, whose face had been blown into a black mess, saying to himself.
The old man not only took out a furnace from somewhere, but also waved his hands towards the magma inside the volcano, and a wisp of magma flew into the furnace obediently.
"Add to it my black thunder flames, some plastic fossils, magic grass, black dragon scales..." The old man muttered as he kept throwing various materials into the furnace.
After a while, the old man stopped what he was doing, clasped his hands and recited a spell at the furnace. A huge magic circle lit up underneath the furnace, and the entire furnace began to become active, with bubbles constantly popping up.
After a while, the furnace finally calmed down, and with a "click", the furnace shattered and rolled out several spherical objects.
The moment the furnace shattered, the old man was already ready to escape. After all, his body could hardly hold up after being bombed a few more times. He was a little stunned when he saw that there was no explosion.
"It's done? Hahaha, old man, I am really a genius. I am worthy of being the apostle of fire in this demon world. Hahaha, I don't know who in this continent can withstand these earth-shattering shots from me." The old man picked up a few balls on the ground and was happy.
The ground laughed.
"Hoo" Just when Bakar was immersed in joy, a black flame stopped in front of him.
"Huh? Is it Aerion's black flame? There is still no progress, this flame still has so many impurities..." Before Bakar finished commenting, the flame disappeared and turned into a letter.
"This old boy is still so stingy that no one can judge him anymore." Bakar said and unfolded the letter.
"The Demon King has awakened. Summon Bakar, the envoy of flame, to come to the Demon King's Palace quickly. Do not tell others about this."
"Huh? Lord Demon King is back? I'm worried that I have no place to test my power of shattering the sky and the earth. OK, OK!" After saying this, Bakar flew out of the volcano and turned into a red light and flew towards the Demon King's Palace.
At this time, huge urban agglomerations can be seen everywhere on the Telda Plain, the largest plain in the southwest of the Demon Realm. This is also the most prosperous place in the Demon Realm at present. Large areas of farmland are planned outside the cities. Ordinary people of the Demon Clan are regularly visiting
Production is going on in the farmland.
This plain is currently controlled by the Apostle of Charm──Jenny Anna.
At this time, Anna was walking back and forth in the hall of her palace. The hall echoed with the sound of "click, click, click" high heels hitting the floor. Anna's figure was bulging forward and backward. She was wrapped in a white long skirt and a pair of shoes on her back.
The black wings are particularly conspicuous.
"Did you pay taxes on time today? If you don't have money, I will be very sad~" Anna said coquettishly as she scanned the demon city's nobles in the hall with her big, watery eyes.
"Yes, yes, our Lecar family has paid an additional ten percent under the tax conditions set by the Apostle. We are willing to dedicate everything we have to you, the Apostle!"
"Our Bell family is willing to pay 20% more, oh no, 30% more."
"Fifty percent of our Kyle family."
The nobles were wary and eager to give everything they had.
Just as they were arguing, Hei Yan also arrived at Anna. Anna looked at the envelope in her hand and her expression became serious.
"Okay, you all go down first. There is nothing to do without you today." Anna waved her hand to drive away these noisy nobles.
The nobles exited the hall one by one with disappointment on their faces.
"The Demon King has awakened. Anna, the summoner, comes to the Demon King's Palace immediately. Do not tell others about this." As the letter turned into a puddle of ashes, a smile appeared on Anna's face.
"The dead ghost finally woke up~" Anna muttered in a low voice, happily walked out of the palace and flew towards the north.
There is a huge castle standing in the southeast of the Demonic Continent. The outside of the castle is surrounded by rose fields, and bats fly out from time to time above the castle.
"What exactly is time? When flowers bloom, they have nothing and then wither. What is right and what is wrong?" I saw a little girl with twin ponytails sitting on the throne of the castle. She held a
Holding a withered rose, she kept moaning in her mouth.
The subordinates standing in the hall seemed to be familiar with this scene. They stood respectfully and did not dare to make a sound, because they knew that this owner of the little girl was actually the blood of the devil who had lived for nearly a thousand years.
The apostle Carol Alice, killing them is just a matter of moving her fingers.
"Hoo" the black flames came from nowhere and flew in front of Alice. The subordinates were startled when they saw the flames and instinctively rushed to protect Alice.
"It's okay, you all can go down." Alice extinguished the flames and took out the letter and said to her familiar subordinates.
"Yes! Lord Apostle." The subordinates bowed deeply and exited the palace one by one with great relief.
"The Demon King has awakened, and summoned the blood apostle Alice to come to the Demon King's Palace immediately. Do not tell others about this." Alice looked at the letter that had turned into ashes without any other expression.
"Is something interesting finally going to happen in this boring world?" Alice muttered, walked out of the castle, went to the rose field, picked the most beautiful rose, and flew quickly towards the Demon King's Palace.