"Do you want to live?" Muria gasped and looked at the Hell Fiend lying on the ground. As he said, this devil who had evolved to the highest level was really seriously injured and lost most of his strength.
play.
"I want to." The hell fiend's eyes flickered when he saw the eight storm giants around him holding weapons pointing at him, but after hearing Muria's words, he spoke his answer without hesitation.
"Then, sign your devil's favorite contract with me!" Muria looked at this mighty-looking abyss demon with a smile. It feels comfortable to have a devil of the highest level as his slave.
"What contract do you want to sign?" When the Hell Fiend heard the word contract, his eyes lit up and he looked at the young Titan who led a group of giants to beat him down in a group fight.
"Of course it's a slave contract."
"Impossible." When he heard the slave contract, the refining demon subconsciously refused. He had gone through so many hardships to evolve from a lowly lemure to a high-ranking hell refining demon. In the end, he actually had a gold-level titan.
Ask him to be a slave.
"Oh!" When Muria heard the Pit Fiend's refusal, she turned around and walked a few steps, picking up a spear from the ground. This spear belonged to the storm giant who was seriously injured in the battle with the Pit Fiend.
"What did you just say?" Muria held the spear and stared at the head of the Hell Demon with the cold tip of the spear, "Please say it again, I didn't hear it clearly."
"Honorable Titan." The Hell Fiend felt the piercing chill between his brows and was instantly frightened. His tone was extremely humble, "I am willing to sign a contract with you. It is my honor to become your slave."
"Hurry up and draw up a contract and stop talking nonsense."
"Yes." The Hell Fiend struggled to get up, and then, under the gaze of Muria and eight storm giants, he took out a huge piece of parchment. On the dark yellow paper, there were line after line of devilish writing with an unknown aura.
Appeared one after another.
"Haha, what do you think I am?" Looking at the contract handed over by the Hell Fiend, Muria glanced at it without reading the content. She shook the spear in her hand and stabbed it directly into his chest. Golden Thunder
It poured into his body along the spear, causing the Hell Fiend to roar in pain again and again.
"Your Highness, is there anything wrong with this contract?" Terrence, whose body was still bleeding, looked at Muria curiously.
"Terrence, if you have the opportunity to deal with the devil in the future, remember this. If the contract paper the devil gives you has some nice-looking lace, don't think about anything else and just cut it."
Muria sneered and looked at the contract handed to him by the Abyss Demon Refiner. On this leather scroll, there were some gorgeous-looking black patterns on the edges: "This pattern is actually a kind of text. This is the devil's
A commonly used method. Once you sign this kind of contract, it's basically over."
"Be honest with me. Don't try any more tricks on me. My patience has its limits." Muria pulled out the spear that pierced the body of the demon, skillfully flicked the spear and put the blade on it.
All the dirty blood was shaken off.
"I'll re-draw it right now." The Hell Fiend grunted, covering the translucent penetrating wound on his chest, smiling ingratiatingly to Muria, quickly re-drafting the contract, and then gave it to Muria for review.
"Are you kidding me? The witness of the contract is actually Asmodeus." Muria glanced at the contract, without hesitation, stabbed out the spear in his hand again, "Pfft!" The body of the refining demon was just removed.
Healing muzzle piercing.
Let the most powerful devil witness the unequal contract between a devil and a Titan. Is this contempt for his intelligence?
"Change it to the Styx Contract." Muria scolded, "This is your last chance. If you dare to play your devil's usual tricks again, I will kill you."
"Okay, okay, I'll change." The Hell Fiend's body twitched in pain. Although this kind of penetrating wound was only a minor injury to it and could be recovered in seconds, it was very painful.
"Simple, clear, don't talk nonsense." Muria pulled out the blood-stained spear and pressed it against the neck of the refining demon. "If you dare to play word games, I will kill you anyway."
"I don't dare anymore." The hell fiend looked at the hot black and red demon blood dripping from the gun blade onto him, and he was a little suspicious of the devil.
He had just had a fight with a Balor Balor a while ago, turning himself into a half cripple. He had just felt a call for sacrifice from the material world. He thought it was a devil believer calling him to go to the material world to cause trouble.
So, he responded to the call very obediently, thinking of fishing for a wave of delicious human souls in the material world and recovering from his injuries, but he never expected that a young Titan and a group of giants were summoning him, without saying a word.
After a sentence, he was beaten.
Moreover, this young Titan threatened him with his life and signed a slave contract. He originally wanted to tamper with the contract, but he didn't expect that this young Titan actually knew so many tricks about the devil's contract. He didn't say anything after seeing through it, but he still forced himself to do it.
stabbed himself twice.
"Please take a look." Under the pressure of death, the hell fiend re-wrote a Styx contract with a grimace. This time he did not dare to do anything.
"It's too simple. Just become my slave and you're done? Add a time limit."
"How long?" The Hell Fiend looked at Muria hopefully. Many devils often sign contracts with humans and voluntarily become their slaves at the cost of their souls. This kind of contract usually lasts as humans age.
It ends with death. Spending decades to exchange for a human soul is a good deal in the eyes of many low-level devils.
But what the hell, the person who wants to sign a slave contract with him now is a Titan, which is a famous immortal species. The Abyss Refiner feels that if he really fights for his lifespan, he will definitely die first.
"What beautiful dream are you thinking about?" Muria looked at the hell fiend who was still dreaming about something in surprise: "Of course you can be my slave as long as you can live, until you
At the end of life.”
"Isn't this too long?" The Abyss Refining Demon said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, looking at Muria with a pleading look on his face.
"Don't want to?"
"Yes!" The hell fiend nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, because the eight storm giants next to him had already raised their weapons. If they didn't agree, they would be killed on the spot.
"This is ridiculous." Muria looked at the devil's contract drawn up for the third time in his hand. The hell fiend had already signed his real name on it. "Your name is too long. For convenience, I will call you Mai from now on."
Come on!"
In an unquestionable tone, Muria chose one part of the hell fiend's real name as his future name, and then Muria signed his real name on the contract.
Then, the contract was established! The parchment turned into tiny particles of light and merged into an unknown place.
At this moment, Muria sensed a vast black river that ran through the endless lower planes, but in just an instant, this feeling disappeared. However, the endless power contained in that black river made Muria
Feel shocked.
"Master!" The moment the contract was established, Miles, the hell demon, felt that his soul was shackles. Life, death and freedom were no longer decided by him, so he respectfully held another hand in his hand.
Kneeling and prostrate in the presence of one end of the shackles.
"Yeah!" Muria looked at the Hell Fiend kneeling on the ground, and a huge sense of satisfaction surged into his heart.
"Let all the giants outside come in and treat these seriously injured warriors." Muria ordered. In order to subdue this hell fiend, seven of the fifteen soul-level storm giants were seriously injured, and the remaining eight were also injured.
Everyone was injured, only Muria was better, she just lost her strength.
When the giants and demons outside the martial arts arena re-entered, they looked at the martial arts arena with shocked faces as the entire ground looked like it had been plowed. What shocked them even more was that the figure crawling under Muria's feet gave off an unknown...
The superior devil of breath.
"Is this what you call evil?" Muria stepped on the head of the Hell Demon Miles and asked the two storm giants who had warned him before with a smile.
The two storm giants looked at the pit demon with shocked expressions. Even if Muria stepped on his head, the hell fiend remained motionless. All kinds of feelings came to his heart. In the end, he knelt down without saying a word. The fact said everything.
.
…
On the high throne, Muria looked down at a group of succubi who turned their hooves into long thighs, dancing a dance that made the blood of male creatures gushing.
"Not bad, Miles, I didn't expect you to know how to dance." Muria looked at a very handsome human young man with black hair and black eyes next to the throne.
"I have been served by a pleasure-loving mage before, so I know a little bit about dance, music, etc." According to Muria's request, the great devil Miles transformed into a human form and wore a butler uniform.
He held his chest and said with great respect.
"Well, I asked you to summon a group of lust demons and teach them how to dance. How did it go?"
"One hundred lust demons have been summoned, my master. They are currently training. Soon, they will be able to present you with a visual feast." Miles reported to Muria with a bright smile.
His current master, Muria, likes visual and auditory enjoyment so much. But this is just right. Devils are best at using various sensory temptations and enjoyment, and they are experts in this area.
…
In the crystal castle, the girl-like Golden Dragon Lady sat on a metal throne made of a mixture of legendary metals, frowning and looking at the screen wall in front of her, her face full of displeasure.
The picture on the screen wall is the scene of Muria drinking and having fun, listening to the music of the succubus, and watching the dancing succubus.
"Little Muria, do you really think you are invincible at the same level? There are many monsters in Erathia." Atrice let out a sigh full of disappointment.
"Anse Aur, we need to discipline our little Muria well. He has reached the third level of gold now, and it's time to let him pass." The beautiful blond girl raised her head and looked at the black hair and golden eyes beside her.
A heroic young man. "Let Muria get to know the little guys in your tribe."
"Yeah!" Taitan, who had turned into a human form, frowned and looked at the picture on the screen wall, and responded in a low voice.
"Tear!" The space was torn apart by Ansior like a piece of tissue paper. He stepped into the crack in the space, "I'm going to make arrangements now!"
"Hmph!" Golden Dragon Lady Atrice looked at the healed space crack, and then at Muria who was having fun in the shadow wall, and murmured: "Little Muria, now is not the time to indulge.
You are about to meet your future playmate. I am looking forward to your performance. I hope you will not disappoint me too much. Compared with those guys, your bloodline is not weak."