As a powerful demon and the leader of a powerful demon mercenary army, Insrahis's combat prowess is unquestionable.
Jumping down from the Skeleton Throne, he was ready for battle.
The darkness quickly dissipated.
A masked male drow sat on Inthraxis's basalt desk, his legs slightly touching the floor and swaying back and forth.
The shadows surrounding the lithe figure of the drow waxed and waned, and the drow himself loomed in the shadows. A short sword and a dagger hung from his belt, and they were vaguely exposed under the well-made high-collared cloak.
A corner of leather armor.
Long white hair with red luster surrounded a thin face with clear lines and full of vengeance. An arrogant and evil smile hung on his thin lips.
"The Masked King!?" Inthrachis was annoyed by the irrepressible awe in his voice, and he didn't even dare to call out his name.
Yes! The god of conspiracy of the Masked King Drow, a weak god, and Velen, the only son of Lolth.
Inthraxis immediately realized that he was in serious trouble, and his heart beat faster and faster, like the bellows that a dwarf craftsman was pulling when he was working on a grain furnace.
There is no point in trying to stay calm. Such a rapid heartbeat cannot be hidden from the perception of a true god.
He noticed that the left hand of the drow god had been severed at the wrist. There was no blood, and there were only countless tiny spiders squirming in the wound, causing Velen endless pain.
Inthraxis heard the story a few days ago. Velen betrayed his teammates, so that the kingdom of the god Silventam, Rose's most trusted god, was destroyed by Tempus and demoted to a saint. Obviously,
This is the punishment given to Velen by the Spider Queen.
Looking at the spiders on his wrists that were transformed from Rose's magical power, Velen said with great disgust: "It's miserable, isn't it? I ran all the way here, but found that I still can't get rid of the shadow of the spiders."
Because Slashis didn't dare to reply, offending an angry god would do no good to a small Sanctuary-level demon like him. Although countless possibilities slipped through his mind, he didn't dare to go there at all.
Ask for proof.
"I need your services, Yugoroth." Velen said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
Insrahis' whole body stiffened.
It's not a favor. It's not a request, it's a service.
The person in superior position demands the services of the person in inferior position in a condescending and natural manner!
Speaking well is a service, speaking poorly is an obligation.
This was worse than he feared. He stretched out his long forked tongue and licked his lips, trying to find a suitable vague response.
Darkness swallowed Velen, and at the next heartbeat, the saint was already standing behind Inthraxis, his hot breath spitting on the upper left ear of Yugoroth.
"Do you want to deal with me casually? Or do you want to reject me?" Velen asked softly, his gentle words full of threats and a hint of murderous intent.
"I can't refuse you, Masked King." Insrahis replied, mercenaries always habitually refuse deals that are too easy to lose their heads. If this was a deal that could be refused casually, he would have done so long ago.
Already.
Although the Yugoros demons are all mercenaries, they have their own bottom line even with regular customers. Inthraxis does not want to get involved in any conflict between the two gods Velen and his mother.
.
But, does he have a choice?
The next moment, Velen no longer stayed behind him, but crossed the space and sat on the throne of Inthraxis. Near the god, the bones and blood that made up the throne seemed to tremble. They began to shrink automatically.
It made the entire throne seem smaller.
Insrahis wanted to know what kind of terrifying image Velen looked like in the perceptions of his corpses. It was certain that he was not the male drow he is now.
Sitting on the throne of Insrahis. Velen put his right hand to his right ear and made a listening gesture. Velen raised his head and his eyes became cold. "Did you hear that voice?"
Outside, the howling wind was rising and falling, bringing the news of Rose's chosen one.
"Enough!" Velen patted Inthraxis's throne with one hand.
The entire Skeleton Throne and even the entire Corpse Palace trembled because of Velen's shot.
Insrahis was so scared that his head shrank into his chest.
"Once is enough! I don't want to hear that damn name a second time!" Velen's gloomy voice made Inslashes afraid to speak at all: "The meaning of this word is, among those damn chosen ones,
The one...is the last piece of the puzzle in the Spider-Woman's promotion game."
Without any warning, Velen's figure stood behind Insrahis again.
"Do you know what I want you to do?"
"I really don't know. Lord Velen..." Even though he already knew roughly what Velen was thinking. Unfortunately, because he hated that answer so much, Insrahis decided to play dumb.
In the next moment, he paid the price for his stupidity and inner resistance.
One of his arms suddenly separated from his body and shot up into the sky. The smelly black blood sprayed all over the floor. Although the corpses that formed the floor greedily tried to absorb their master's blood, they did not dare to do so...
Velen's intact right hand suddenly transformed into an illusory state, reaching into Insrahis's back and grabbing one of the three hearts of this powerful demon.
"Poof!" Inslasis's heart was crushed by Velen, like a rotten tomato.
Insrahis staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Wrong answer!" Viren's voice sounded coldly.
"You want to destroy Rose's conspiracy, right?" Inthraxis shouted, because he felt Velen's cold hand grasping his second heart across space.
In the blink of an eye, Viren was already standing in front of him, his teeth clenching, and his originally mean face was twisted and hideous with anger.
"What does it mean to destroy a conspiracy? If you can destroy one, my mother can weave a thousand new ones! What do I want?! What I want is for my mother to die! Really die! Fall! Destruction of the soul! Ashes.
Not even one is left. Even if her body is made into a corpse, I will feel sick! Even if there is even one spider left in the world, I will vomit!"
Velen waved his hands in front of Inthrasis with striding movements, including the incomplete wrist: "I also want to dig out Silventam's flattering brain from his filthy head.
Let me make his empty skull into a urinal! I will also turn my sister Eilistraee into a bitch to serve the filthiest demon in the abyss! Yes! By the way, I will also turn that bitch Qiyawensari into a urinal.
Burn it for me!"
Inthraxis shrank nervously. While feeling the anger of this god, he made his body smaller to make it less eye-catching.
He didn't even dare to fart. Inslash just lowered his head like a grandson and stood stiffly holding his breath. His eyes were full of timidity.
"Huhuhu" Velen breathed heavily, obviously trying to calm himself down, and then he gave Insrahis a false smile.
"Of course, you have to prioritize things. The most important thing comes first, Yugoroth Mointhraxis." Velen raised his hand gently and touched Inthraxis' forehead, and a sharp stinging pain penetrated Inthraxis.
Rashis' brain.
With the tearing pain, images of four drow women appeared in his mind. Each vision corresponded to their names: Kundna Henet, Helis Moran,
Yasrina Diel and Danifeyantil.
It was a very painful process, because these four images were directly imprinted on Insrahis's soul by Velen with divine power.
Velen said: "The origins of these four whores are all interesting, and they represent different forces. Maybe some hope to become the chosen ones of the Spider Whore, and some want to kill her."
"Then..." Originally, Inslash wanted to say, wouldn't it be better if someone helped you?
"No, I hate surprises! I hate probabilities! Who knows if the spider bitch is expecting a twice-betrayed bitch to be her chosen one?" Velen's roar shook the entire castle again, and he
He half-squinted his small eyes and said: "Kill all four candidates. I repeat, I hate accidents."
"I understand!" Insrahis lowered his head like the most honest courtier.
"Very good! Very good... you will get the most precious thing in the world... that is my gratitude." After saying that, Velen smiled evilly, and his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared.
For a long time, Insrahis still held his breath and stood stiffly, as if he was afraid that Viren would turn around.
How long has it been? One minute? Or five minutes.
Finding that he had finally come back from a hair's breadth away from death, Insrahis finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then, he suddenly discovered that there was another being sitting on his throne.
An extremely handsome, six-fingered incarnation of the demon soul.
Because Slashis had the intention of committing suicide, what day was it today, and two powerful beings came to the door inexplicably in a row?
He knelt down tremblingly, as if the person who came was the real owner of the throne.
"Don't hurt me, I will obey you...the great Lord of Darkness." The big demon said with a squirming mouth.
"Hurt you? Why hurt you? I don't need to make low-level threats like that unweaned child. Just because I am Graz'zt, that's enough." On the throne, Graz'zt
He smiled. His handsome face had a charming smile recognized across races.
Yes! Just 'I am Graz'zt', that's enough!
How domineering this is!
What confidence this is!
His reputation is proof! His name is power!
Compared with a guy like Velen who only benefits from his mother's protection, this demon lord is more terrifying!
Inthraxis's body was as if he had been fished out of the River Styx, all wet.
"I will reject him."
"Refuse? Why refuse? Do you think I would like to help that female spider achieve great power? I just think your power is not enough. I am willing to provide some powerful mercenaries for free to help you."
Graz'zt left, leaving behind a list of names.
Unfortunately, Insrahis's shock was not over yet.
Because when he turned around, he suddenly found that there was another being standing behind him.
That is the incarnation of Ravenfield, the god of death and shadow.
"Don't worry, I'll just take a look!"
Raven took the piece of paper from the big demon's hand, glanced at it, and smiled: "It's not enough, I think you need this." After that, he added something more to Insrahis.
