...This battle has always been watched by the two demon kings.

The earth-shattering battle, to these two, was probably no more than a child's fight, but it was obvious that one of the demon kings had a lot of resentment towards this child's fight.

"Sister Belial!"

The real queen of Rogge Grassland, the great demon king Andariel who controls countless monsters, emphasized his tone and complained dissatisfiedly to a butterfly loli next to him.

"Is something wrong?" This butterfly loli has made the whole hell fearful. The great demon Belial, whose reputation is far higher than Andariel, at this time, she blinked her watery innocent eyes, her face full of tears.

Playing dumb.

"What on earth is going on?" Andalil took a deep breath and asked, suppressing his violent temper.

Belial pondered for a long time, then looked into the distance with vicissitudes of life, and sighed: "Life is wonderful because of its changes."

These words, this tone, and this expression were as artificial as a third-rate advertising line, and Andalil naturally couldn't agree with it.

"Sister Belial, please be serious, we are facing an increasingly mature enemy." She tried to persuade her eldest sister sincerely to make her realize the seriousness of the matter.

"I've always been serious."

"Stop lying. Listen to me. If you add more offensive power, we won't be where we are now." Andalil pointed at the dilapidated battlefield in front of him.

"But in that case, the Angel Clan will not just sit idly by and ignore it. I am working very hard to control this limit." Belial said, wagging his cute little finger.

For example, if the strength of Hell is 10, then the Angels will also send 10 troops. Once the strength of Hell increases to 20, the Angels will also reinforce to 20, so how to control the strength at the critical point of 19 is a problem.

Very profound knowledge, because only the strength of the four demon kings cannot shake the entire angel clan.

Being able to firmly grasp the psychology and bottom line of the Angel clan, and being able to control the troop strength at 19.29, 39, etc., every time, Belial put the greatest pressure on Rogge's camp. It really cannot be said that she did not work seriously.

"Although I cannot deny your plan, sister, why did the result still turn out like this?" Andalil asked unable to let go.

"Xiao An'er, I'm not omnipotent, and I couldn't have predicted this situation. I didn't expect that our great enemy would act in such a crazy way that others would die. Fortunately, we have made progress again and improved.

Strength, this is God's preference and protection for him. You can't blame me." Belial looked at his sister with a little aggrieved.

"I think sister, you have no intention of dealing with him at all, and the same goes for your clone last time." Andalil didn't believe it. This talented and intelligent eldest sister once played tricks on the three demon gods in the palm of her hand.

, mistakes will be made repeatedly in the hands of a little human being.

"Protest, little An'er, I want to protest!" Upon hearing this, Belial raised his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Didn't I go through a lot of trouble to bring down the power last time? This time, in order to prevent the enemy from realizing more power, I also made your little toy go crazy and explode. If you're lucky, you might be able to kill the enemy.

, no matter how bad it is, it can cause certain damage to the alliance. How can Xiao An'er say that I have no intentions? I didn't expect that you would treat me like this. It really makes me sad, sister."

As he said that, he covered his face and sat down on the ground in a serious manner, squeezing out two tears of grievance from the corners of his eyes, and wiped them away with his white, pink little hand.

"I understand. It's my fault. I misunderstood you, Sister Beryl."

Seeing Belial like this, Andariel was helpless. In terms of eloquence, even if she had a hundred mouths, she couldn't beat Belial.

"This is right." Belial immediately stood up and said with a bright and bright smile.

"However, I still don't understand a little bit. Although that disobedient piece of trash is a bit useless, it is still a demon king after all, and it still has value. Why would my sister give up so easily? If that's the case, why did she have to work so hard in the first place?

Make it." Andalil asked curiously.

It was not that easy to create this demon king-level waste skeleton. Even if it was Belial, it took a lot of effort, and in retrospect, it took a lot of trouble to do some unnecessary things.

Andariel recalled a certain experience ten thousand years ago.

At that time, the Hell Clan unexpectedly captured a large area of ​​the Dark Continent. Of course, the most important ones were the territories of humans and some weak races. For the rest, such as the Elf Clan, it was still a bit difficult to fight on multiple fronts. As for the Mermaid Clan in the deep sea, let’s not talk about it for now.

To say that the home court is disadvantageous, even the strength of the Mermaid King can easily extinguish the ambition of the strength of hell.

Humans were chosen because this race had a bad reputation in the Dark Continent at that time. For example, the elves and dwarves did not come to help. I have to say that this was a good move.

Under the leadership of the three demon gods and the seven demon kings, the focused attack achieved great results. Although humans at that time were decadent, there were still many good players. For example, this skeleton was a member of the Holy See of Humanity during his lifetime.

One of the legion commanders was quite powerful. He used the human sea tactic and laid siege for several days and nights. The corpses of his men were piled up into a hill before he was exhausted.

Then, her eldest sister, Beryl, did a few things that left her quite confused.

First, he imprisoned his soul, and then forcibly extracted the opponent's bones.

Yes, it was forceful, peeling off the opponent's skin and flesh, and while prolonging the opponent's life and retaining the sense of pain, the entire skeleton was taken out with blood dripping. The level of cruelty was shocking even to Andariel. At that time

Belial, who did such a thing with a pure smile, still made her recall it with a chill.

That's all. This kind of torture can be regarded as punishment for the other party's massacre of many men. But then, Belial did several more inexplicable things.

She used another set of bones to replace the flesh and blood that had lost its support. She imprisoned the soul of the legion commander inside, and sealed her daughter who had turned into a ghost under the cathedral.

The extracted bones that had lost their souls were used to create this useless skeleton.

If you just want to create a powerful subordinate, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly use the body of the legion commander and refine it together with the soul? Excellent flesh and blood, excellent soul. Coupled with the excellent bones extracted, if

If you keep all these and put in the same effort, you can create an undead monster with the same skills and wisdom as before, but also with superior strength. Over time, it may even be able to fill the vacancies of the other three demon kings who died.

They were seven demon kings back then, not the four demon kings they are now.

Why do you have to be so roundabout and do unnecessary and thankless things? Andalil felt that Belial must have some deep meaning and calculation. He didn't think much about it. Now that he saw her letting the skeleton explode so simply, he couldn't bear it.

I have to ask.

"Logically speaking, I extracted his bones and sealed his soul in the cathedral. This skeleton should not have any residual soul or consciousness, right, Xiao An'er?"

Belial held his little hands behind his back and gently flapped his beautiful butterfly wings. With an innocent and childish smile on his face, he asked a question that was not what he asked.

"Of course, why do you ask such a question?" Andalil looked at the other party in confusion.

"But, don't you think it's strange?" Beryl seemed to be waiting for her words, and he said excitedly as he perked up.

"Don't you think the behavior of our little toy is strange? If there really is no soul or consciousness of any living person left inside, why would he wait and watch, and then let the opponent come over on the battlefield?"

"This..." Andalil opened his mouth.

"So, this is a good experimental result, that is - some things, even if the soul is lost, will be engraved in the bones, Xiao An'er, what do you think?"

When Andalil heard these words, his pupils suddenly condensed and he stared at the other party: "Sister Belial, are you deliberately making me angry?"

"Oops, of course not, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence. Although I planned it like this at the beginning, there were too many variables. I didn't expect that the script actually happened as I wanted. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I almost forgot

There is such a thing.”

Seeing that his grumpy sister was irritated, Belial quickly showed a smile that was begging for mercy, and then turned his gaze back to the battlefield, showing an intoxicated look.

"Whether it's the daughter who sang hymns for thousands of years in order to redeem her father under the church, or the father who engraved his daughter's feelings and commitment into his bones, they are all so touching. This is the best performance in recent years.

material.”

"Are you going to waste energy and even plan and wait for tens of thousands of years just for such useless materials?" Andalil couldn't help but roared angrily.

"Of course it's worth it." Looking at the furious Andariel, Belial smiled indifferently, his eyes a little deep.

"Xiao An'er, you are still young and don't understand the loneliness that time brings. For me, a good script and real feelings that touch my heart are far more important than conquering this world."

As if to embrace the entire Dark Continent, Belial opened his small hands, his eyes intoxicated and crazy.

"I want to turn this place into my stage, where I can get the materials I want and perform the scripts I made. My power, illusion and real interpretation, was born for this purpose. I want more.

More emotions can make up for the emptiness of the passage of time. Human beings, creatures with rich emotions, are the best raw materials."

"My sister has always created only tragic feelings." Andalil looked at the other party deeply.

"That's because tragedies are often more profound, more touching, and have a longer aftertaste than comedies. Tragedies produce more emotions, sadness, anger, hatred, fear, and can make people fall or become self-improving, thus producing more unpredictable script materials.

It makes me feel more entertained. Comedy... is too bland and boring."

Belial smiled faintly, as if he was discussing how to put the building blocks in front of him together, without any emotion in the depths of his eyes.

"I can't understand my sister's thoughts. I don't intend to understand. I have my goal, which is to occupy the Dark Continent and turn humans into slaves of our hell clan. If my sister doesn't plan to help, I won't force it. I will do it in the future

Act on your own ideas.”

There was nothing he could do to deal with his sister who had such different ideas. Andalil sighed and said seriously.

"That's right, little An'er hates humans very much." Beryl pursed her lips and smiled softly.

"Don't worry, our purposes actually don't conflict, right?"

"But I can't be like my sister, who plans for thousands of years for a small thing. I am impatient." Andalil shook his head.

"Really, the soup will have a richer flavor if it is simmered for a long time."

Belial recently made a stew with great enthusiasm from the projection crystal of a certain idiot demon king, and he enjoyed it so much that he even used the word soup in metaphors.

"I don't like soup." Thinking of this, Andariel rolled his eyes angrily. It was all that idiot Azmodan's fault.

"There is nothing I can do. Since Xiao An'er is so anxious, I will reveal a little bit about my next plan..."

As he spoke, Belial fluttered his butterfly wings, sat on Andariel's shoulder, and whispered to her in his ear.

"Really?" After hearing this, Andalil's eyes lit up.

"Why, do you doubt my plan?"

"Of course not. When has anything Sister Beryl wanted to do failed? If that's the case, I'll wait and see."

I don’t know what the plan was that made Andariel suddenly turn from cloudy to sunny and smile.

"Without further ado, I'm going to make preparations now."
To be continued...