Want to run!? The little devil punched him, trying to blast the opponent.
Ange's left hand flashed with black light, holding the little devil's fist, and his other hand struck at the projected thought.
However, Ange's attack did not seem to cause any harm to the opponent. The thought successfully retracted with the remaining strength and disappeared without a trace.
The little devil looked at Ange's fist in shock, and then at his own fist. It was a bit unbelievable that Ange actually blocked his angry attack?
As a powerful warrior among the ancient god hunters, the Little Demon King is very confident in his own strength, even the big devil's combat power is not as high as his.
But now the angry punch was actually blocked by Ange? He always thought that these plane creatures relied on their weird skills to plot against him. Could it be that the opponent's combat power was higher than him?
But the little devil immediately realized something and said angrily: "Why did you stop me?"
Ange stopped him, and then punched the opponent himself. This was not the way to stand out, and it had no effect. He was suddenly escaped by the opponent.
Ange said: "Projection, blow it up, it's useless, find him."
Negris translated: "That's his projection. It's useless if you blow it up. It's more important to find his location."
The little devil said: "Why is it useless? I will blow up his projection, and then kill all the demons. Without the blood sacrifice, he will not get energy, right? Can you find him by punching him?"
s position?"
At first I thought Ange had blocked the hem of her pink skirt for no apparent reason. When I heard this, I was so frightened that my tail stood up in fear. Is this what the little devil did?
The look in Ange's eyes was different again, and he said excitedly: Sir, you saved the demons in three planes, I am willing to do anything for you...except math problems.
Ange nodded.
The little devil was stunned. What did he mean by nodding? Kill all the devils?
Nigris quickly translated: "Yes, yes, you can find him by punching him. Little Demon, your method is too simple and crude. Killing all the demons is fine, but what will it do to the guy pretending to be you?"
What about the harm? At worst, we can just raise it somewhere else, why are you still looking for it every day to kill it?"
"Isn't this too advantageous to the other party? He may have impersonated you and done many embarrassing things, such as standing on his hands in a skirt at the intersection, running naked in the downtown, or playing the two-stringed harp and singing love songs under the window of the tauren aunt.
, How embarrassing, can’t you just take advantage of him like this?”
The little devil was furious when he heard it, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard it at the end: "Aunt Tauren? I can do it, this is not embarrassing."
Nigris said angrily: "What if it's Brother Tauren?"
The little devil was furious.
After appeasing the little devil, Negris turned to Ange and asked: "Why did you punch him?"
"The Beautiful God Fist." Ange said.
…
The Purgatory Demon King was very panicked. He had been exposed. He had been hiding for hundreds of thousands of years. He used the name of the Purgatory Demon King and relied on the devil's blood sacrifices to continuously accumulate strength. He lived a free and comfortable life. He did not expect that he would be exposed, and he was doing so.
It hit the little devil's hand.
Originally, as long as the little devil didn't hit him, the chance of him being exposed was very slim.
Demonic blood sacrifice, dedicating power to the Demon King of Purgatory, is a good thing, right? Perhaps the reason why the Little Demon King did not receive it is because he is an ancient god and looks down on the power of these beliefs, so it dissipated?
Who would have thought that he, a middleman, would take up all the power.
Even if someone told him about the blood sacrifice in person, the little devil probably wouldn't be suspicious. He would just think that the blood sacrifice is useless and don't do it next time.
Even if the demons temporarily listen to the little devil's orders and stop blood sacrifices, in a few years or more, when the limelight has passed, if they pretend to be false and deceive them again, they will definitely start blood sacrifices again.
However, what he didn't expect was that such a trivial thing happened like this. He bumped into the little devil without any precautions. The reason was because a horse was scolding him?
"Zobada, whose horse is that horse? It has such a bad mouth. Don't let me catch it. I will stuff all the filthy things into its mouth." The fake Purgatory Demon King muttered.
Now that his existence has been exposed, the little devil will definitely not give up, but the other party can't find where he is, what will he do then?
"They should summon all the demons to help him find it." The fake Purgatory Demon King muttered, but he never thought that the little demon king's method was simpler and cruder: "Fortunately, I have always been a demon."
As he spoke, the fake Purgatory Demon King stood up from his throne, walked to the front platform, and looked into the void in the distance.
When you raise your view from this platform, you can see a magnificent palace. This palace has a towering main hall, and a circle of auxiliary halls surrounding the main hall. The main hall and auxiliary halls also have cloisters and other structures.
It is very complex and forms a very exquisite huge building.
If you see the pink skirt here, you can recognize that this is the largest of the three demon abyss - the Blood Pond Demon Palace of the Blood Abyss.
The other identity of the fake Demon King of Purgatory is none other than the bloodthirsty monarch Crete.
Looking at the dark void, thinking about various possible changes in his mind, Crete finally showed a smile: "Even if you really find out my identity, it's not a big deal, Ancient God Hunter? Hahaha, no.
I know if you can withstand a shot from my Blood Pond Demon Palace."
Having said this, Clete snapped his fingers, a spark exploded between his fingers, and some kind of information spread.
Not long after, a bunch of high-level demons and big demons rushed in: "Meet the monarch."
There are many lava demons among high-level demons and great demons, and some of them look almost exactly like Tulus.
Crete waved his hand: "I want to expand the scale of this blood sacrifice and offer more flesh and blood sacrifices to pray for the Lord Demon King's blessing. Do you have any opinions?"
The rest of the demons shook their heads in unison, and one of the big-headed demons asked: "Monarch, to what extent do you want to expand?"
Crete said: "All, all the elves and humans were sacrificed."
"Ah? All of them?" The demons instantly burst into an uproar, with voices of surprise rising one after another.
It's easy to understand if we just expand the scale. Every ten or several decades, when the number of slaves increases, we expand the scale. This is a common thing, but if they are all sacrificed? It will not happen in the future?
The big-headed demon hurriedly asked: "All of them? Then there will be no blood sacrifices after this time?"
"It doesn't matter, just catch them when the time comes. Those elves and humans are everywhere. Just catch more and bring them back to raise them." Clete said.
"But..." The big-headed devil wanted to say something else.
Crete crushed his big head with one claw, then turned to the other demons with a smile:
"I know that if things are kept for a long time, they may have feelings. I am reluctant to sacrifice some of them. I allow each of you to keep about twenty and donate the rest. I don't want you to go against me because of your feelings.
Will, do you understand?"
Looking at the headless corpse of the big-headed demon, the heads of all the demons clicked faster than a chicken pecking at rice.
…
In a city dozens of kilometers away from the Demon Palace, the pink skirt rolled up out of nowhere, and when the skirt fell down, a bunch of people and a horse appeared there.
The pink skirt sighed: "It's okay, it's okay, I almost couldn't hold my skirt anymore."
Negris complained: "I have ridden in teleportation arrays, space gates, world transfer stations, and world passages. I never thought that one day I would ride on someone else's skirt to travel through space."
The pink skirt gave Anthony a wink, but she didn't dare to say anything. The little devil was in a rage, so he had to do business first.
"This is the Bloody Abyss. I have sent back the order. The Pink Abyss has stopped blood sacrifices and is always paying attention to people who become beautiful quickly. I have also arranged the other Fallen Abyss. Only in the Bloody Abyss I cannot place eyeliner." Pink Dress
Said.
The little devil is still a little unbelievable: "You mean, the punch the adults give it will make it beautiful in a short time. As long as we find someone who becomes beautiful and beautiful in a short time, we can find the fake?"
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Nigris nodded one after another.
The little devil was still a little doubtful, but the pink skirt had already moved closer and asked Anthony in a low voice: "Is it really so magical? Can an adult give me a punch?"
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