A pitch-black sword burning with pitch-black flames suddenly appeared from the void, with a clanking sound piercing the air. It was like a thrown boomerang, spinning at high speed and cutting off the giant snake-like mouth of the Gluttonous Demon King.

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In the mist, there was the sound of tiny footsteps, very light and light, as if it was just a small animal passing by, but every step it took was like stepping on the heart, making it difficult to breathe, and being oppressed by an indescribable pressure.

With.

Immediately, a white and slender arm stretched out from the mist, caught the giant sword that had spun back, and took another step forward. The sound of footsteps and the owner of the giant sword finally walked out of the fog.

Wearing a dark sleeved cloak, he only received a cute and cool look in someone's eyes. At this moment, he exuded a murderous aura, making the air dry and restless. The blood in his body, and even his soul, seemed to be all gone.

It was evaporating, and even Belial, who was watching the sudden arrival of the girl in black cloak, subconsciously licked his lips that had lost their moisture.

The original black and shiny eyes were burning with cyan flames, and the rendered pupils also turned cyan. Just by being glanced by the flaming eyes, the soul seemed to have encountered a nemesis and turned into ashes in the cyan.

An ordinary devil wouldn't even be able to resist her glance.

Biansha... no, it's Azmodan. The slender girl caught the pitch-black giant sword that was taller than her. The sleeved cloak on her body was blowing in the wind. She lowered her head slightly, with black swaying bangs and eyes.

The cyan flames intertwined together, forming a unique, gorgeous... murderous aura!

"Xiao A, it turns out it's you." Beryl spoke first, raising his little hand high and swinging it wildly as if nothing had happened, greeting his sister very enthusiastically.

Azmodan, carrying his sword and walking forward with his head lowered, passed directly by Belial, who was waving enthusiastically, like a child in trouble, ignoring his sister.

Belial had already expected this, and smiled as he watched Azmodan walk towards Galen, who was lying in a pool of blood, showing an innocent expression.

"Xiao A, you can't blame me. It's him who wants to die. I'm just fulfilling his wish. Besides, isn't the law of the jungle the law of the jungle? Isn't it the law of our hell to be inferior to others? He was defeated by my little pet.

It’s a matter of finding a solution, right? He can’t come to trouble me, so I can’t fight back, right?”

Belial followed diligently, like a good sister trying her best to comfort and please her aggrieved sister.

Azmodan stepped on the blood lake and came to Gallon, who was floating quietly in the pool of blood, like a dry and rotten branch, with a distorted face and no longer human.

She put the black sword on her back, bent down, stretched out her hands, dipped into the pool of blood, and picked up Gallon. It was light, too light. Now Gallon's body was completely broken, and one of his bones was hollow.

The dry wood makes no difference.

From behind, Belial's innocent voice came: "He used a forbidden move, and all the injuries on his body were caused by the backlash of the forbidden move. They have nothing to do with me at all."

"Of course." Belial tapped the side of his forehead and stuck out his pink tongue, acting cute: "The forbidden moves he used were taught by me, hehe."

Holding the empty Gallon, Azmodan's hands trembled slightly, his head lowered, and the green flames burning from his pupils swayed more fiercely.

"Xiao A, I advise you to give up. With such an injury, he used this forbidden move, and he developed it to the extreme. The backlash is even greater, and even I can't save him."

As if he didn't see Azmodan's violent reaction, Belial continued to stimulate his sister with a nonchalant, innocent tone.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Azmodan turned her head sharply and raised her eyes. The blue flames swayed violently and scattered crystal light spots. She shouted at Belial.

"Xiao..." Looking at his stubborn sister, Beryl sighed slightly.

"I'm doing this for your own good. Don't get more and more immersed in the game of lurking inside the enemy."

"It's up to you, idiot Belial, to burn your dreams! Social Security can save you!" Venting his inner grievances and anger, Azmodan shouted even louder. By the way, he learned the last sentence from his senior brother. What does it mean?

I don’t know, it seems like he is cursing someone.

"Um...uh..."

Even Belial was a little confused for a moment when he heard such incomprehensible curse words coming from the mouth of the idiot Demon King.

Just then, the Gluttony Demon King moved.

As the incarnation of the ten sins, it will never allow anyone to snatch the food from its mouth. This is not only a character factor, but also involves a profound issue of principle. If others are allowed to snatch the food from the tiger's mouth, then even if the ten sins are homogenized,

Even if it has no power, it will eventually be abandoned by the Ten Sins due to disqualification.

Even its owner, Belial, couldn't do this.

However, that petite figure exuded an aura that made it feel afraid. Every time it had the idea of ​​attacking, the power of the Ten Sins in its body could not help but violently turbulent, as if it was afraid.

Yes, the power of the Ten Sins is afraid of that girl.

Because of this, the Gluttonous Demon King has not taken action for a long time. Now, it saw the guy who seemed to be snatching food from the tiger's mouth, and had a dispute with his master.

The time has come.

If the conditions are right, you may be able to see a sharp light flashing from the corner of the Gluttony Demon King's eyes.

It's like a wise man with pearls of wisdom, seeing the enemy's flaw, shouted "Aunt!"

If you dare to steal food from my [Gluttony] and provoke your master, not even God can save you. My master and I join forces, we are strong and invincible!

As a result, the Gluttonous Demon King finally summoned up the courage to wave hundreds of giant-mouthed snakes and bite the girl who looked like an ant in his eyes.

Facing the Gluttonous Demon King, Azmodan didn't even turn his head, but his expression changed.

From the aggrieved anger towards his family, to the cold and murderous attitude towards his enemies, the air that was dry just a moment ago froze in an instant.

The burning green flames in her pupils condensed for an instant, her face was expressionless, she took out an arm from the gallon she was holding in her hands, pulled out the black sword from behind, and slashed sideways without looking at the enemy.

Wherever the sword tip crossed, a neat and perfect arc-shaped black line appeared. This black line extended outward and passed across the body of the Gluttonous Demon King.

Then, all its movements, the hundreds of giant snake mouths that were dancing ferociously in mid-air, swooping and biting towards Azmodan, stopped again, yes, stopped again.

If the Gluttony Demon could speak, he would definitely curse like this, you masters really know how to play.

Its body, divided by thin black lines, was like a soft cake. When it was cut by the laser sword, it was cut in half without any hindrance in an instant.

However, it is immortal. Gallon has killed it thousands of times, and it is still alive and kicking here, let alone being cut in half.

However, it is already dead.

The body that was cut in half burned with black flames. By the time the Gluttonous Demon King noticed it, it was too late.

A thing called pain bites it. Even if it is crushed by gallons thousands of times in a closed and twisted space, the Gluttonous Demon King still does not let out a single cry of pain. This is the first time in a thousand years that he has let out his cry.

I once thought it didn't belong to me.

Screams.

It was horrified to discover that the power of the Ten Sins and the Power of Gluttony that formed it were constantly retreating and decomposing under the burning of the dark flames, just like ants struggling to escape in the flames.

Its body is collapsing, and it, the Gluttonous Demon King, is being abandoned by the power of the Ten Sins under the threat of flames.

Pain, fear, mixed together, finally gave rise to another brand-new emotion.

A feeling called despair.

The Gluttonous Demon King finally realized why he was afraid of the aura emanating from the tiny ant-like girl in front of him.

She possesses strength that far exceeds her own, and more importantly, she possesses the ability to completely defeat herself.

That kind of powerful force that can restrain the power of the Ten Sins, let alone the one who has just completed the homogenization and can only use a small part of the power of Gluttony, even the first generation of the Ten Sins may not be able to resist it.

Its soul, which was not very bright, as if there was only a puddle of mud left in its brain, finally had a bright idea, and suddenly realized why its owner didn't homogenize the power of his own ten sins, which was so powerful and intoxicating.

the power of.

By the way, master, master, it must have a way to save itself.

From half of the body of the Gluttonous Demon King that was burning with dark flames, a ball of mud that was only one-tenth the size was separated. It squirmed towards Belial with a slight trembling. After taking a few steps, this ball of mud was also covered in darkness.

Devoured by the flames, another ball of mud that was only half the size separated from it and continued to squirm towards Belial.

They kept being separated like this, and finally, the Gluttony Demon finally came to its owner, Belial. At this time, it was only the size of a fist, squirming under Belial's feet, wailing and screaming, and the dark flames were like tarsal bones.

Gangrene, no matter how many times it is separated, remains firmly attached to it.

Only the fist-sized Demon King of Gluttony was left, and it let out a final scream of despair and pain like a buzzing fly. A long snake with a giant mouth the size of a toothpick stretched out from its body, reaching up to Belial, wailing for help.

Immediately, the sound stopped in astonishment, and the Gluttonous Demon King, who had been domineering for thousands of years, burned and dissolved under the feet of his master, and finally became silent and turned into an object similar to Rexiang.

The Demon King of Gluttony, who was most likely to become the Ninth Demon King, fell like this, with an almost farce-like ending.

As if he was just dusting off the dust on his shoulders, Azmodan sheathed his sword, held Galen again with both hands, bit his lip, and glared at Belial stubbornly.

It seems to be asking, are you going to stop me too?

"Oops, ouch." From the beginning to the end, Belial never lowered his head to look at his feet, even when his little pet let out the last and most piercing cry of despair and stretched out his hand to her for help.

Her expression was a little melancholy. On the same day, she lost the toy she had kept for thousands of years and the pet she had cultivated for thousands of years. Together, these two sorrows made even Beryl burst into tears.

With a dripping appearance, a pair of butterfly wings drooped feebly, like frost hitting an eggplant.

But soon, she cheered up, showed her innocent and bright smile again, and touched Azmodan's head.

"I can't help it. Who told you to be my sister, Beryl? Go ahead."

"Yeah." Azmodan, who was biting his lip, finally let go and nodded. As if he was afraid that Belial would regret it, he quickly left with Gallon in his arms.

"Xiao A, it's best to leave it to that kitten." Belial warned behind Azmodan who was leaving in a hurry. Azmodan paused, nodded imperceptibly, and left quickly.

At the edge of the fog, the two tails turned anxiously. From time to time, it would use the cane in its hand to hit its head in annoyance.

How could I be so stupid that I couldn't control my legs, so I had to follow him secretly? How could I be so mean, even though I told him not to follow me anymore, I still had to come here to die.

Hurry up and run away before those adults notice you, it may still be too late!

It was thinking this in its mind, but the cat's legs were still spinning in place.
To be continued...