Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1977 Stupidity that is not contagious is also scary
Although it is believed that Gracia's IQ is more likely to be inherited from another generation...it comes from Bissozea's father, the former King of Hell, who was both killed by the Iron-headed One and the King of the Abyss.

But after all, she is also her biological daughter.

Asmodeus actually understood to some extent why Gracia was nothing like him...the newly born angel was originally nothing.

Except for the top qualifications, everything else relies on acquired learning.

But Bissozea is not. She is a pure devil creature, so Gracia must be more like this hell princess, and at most her qualifications are much better than the hell royal family.

Asmodeus didn't understand this at first, but Bissozeya gave him confidence.

Although that excessive arrogance is a bit troublesome, Asmodeus feels that he can support this arrogance.

However, what he didn't expect was that genetics was so incredible... Gracia could actually focus on all the shortcomings of the previous hell royal family.

Even more reckless than her daring grandfather.

The reason Asmodeus didn't care about Gracia and Mammon being mixed together was because he didn't care about any heirs.

As the King of Battle Angels, he is quite confident that his existence will last forever.

Such things as heirs are just for the devils to see, and are not really that important.

Otherwise, his battle angels would not always ignore the existence of Gracia and Bissozea.

There is no existence that Asmodeus dares or cannot use, and Gracia is not without her uses.

Unfortunately, everything comes down to comparison.

Forget it if he didn't see it, but it happened right under his nose.

The most important thing is that the occasional laughter from those two lights made Asmodeus very clear... Lansander and Selune were very happy to watch the show.

Even the Lord of Hell, who had always been calm and rarely stirred, could not help but feel a little strange sadness at this moment.

He even almost gave up his plan to resurrect Bissozea and then persuade her to have a child... Gracia's character and performance really couldn't make the traitors in hell put down their face and support her as king.

If those stinky fish and shrimps lurking under the water don't come out to do bad things, then he, the Lord of Hell, who has publicly promised that he will not attack "honest" devils casually, will not be able to take the initiative to kill them.

Anyone who can remain undetected under Fongo's close surveillance is pretty good at hiding himself.

Asmodeus didn't like to be passive, so he was sincere and willing to provide those guys with a very satisfactory excuse.

Of course, this is also a double-edged sword.

If that child is indeed very capable...even more ruthless and scheming than Asmodeus, then his fate will inevitably be death.

However, if he lives for so many more years, his scheming ability will still be lost to a new born heir whose blood is not pure enough and will not even take the initiative to accept the consciousness of hell, then Asmodeus... ha~
How can it be?

Asmodeus, who had no intention of cursing himself, simply cut off his thoughts.

He simply gave an order to Fongo in his mind, asking him to find a way to get that embarrassing black ball out from Hill's feet... That kid is really capable and has really good calculation skills.

When the black tower fell, Gracia bounced back to Hill's feet.

Get Gracia away as soon as possible while she is dizzy and unable to speak!
Asmodeus, who knew Lansander and Selûne fairly well, knew very well...the two must be laughing and recording at the same time.
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Fongo felt that their master was making things difficult for his useless subordinate.

If he had the ability to make irresponsible remarks in front of this person, he would have grabbed Gracia and flown away!

Although that person looked leisurely, but... I don't know how many artifacts he had on him were staring at him with murderous intent!

The Hell Prosecutor didn't even dare to look at His Highness Hill, for fear of letting the other party think that this little loser wanted to do something he shouldn't have done, so he just killed the demon.

Although Fongo's place in Hell seems important, he is the one who can be killed.

He will never forget this.

The reason why he dared to speak so naturally just now was of course because at that time Gracia had only violated His Highness Hill's ear taboo, and it was not to the point where the other party wanted to kill her.

But now, even though it was clear that His Highness Hill was the blood descendant of Corellon, Gracia showed disrespect to the father of the elf in person... Of course, what made the other party even more angry was naturally... Ge Lesia's face looked like she was obsessed with lust.

Although the other party has promised Asmodeus to let Gracia go, there is obviously still room for discretion as to how and when to let her go.

His Highness Hill doesn't seem to like others pondering his face.

Ok?
Fongo suddenly thought of something.It seems that some news in Toril has mentioned similar incidents... His Highness Hill is willing to admit the existence of Corellon, but he hates the Elf King of Trasil who brought this bloodline to him.

He sighed softly. Fortunately, Gracia didn't know anything.

For the first time, Fongo felt grateful from the bottom of his heart that Gracia was heartless. Otherwise, she would definitely have made the other party fight her to death with just one sentence.

Now, he actually still has a little room for improvement... At this point, the expansion plan of the Tower of Theia has been completely failed, and the Tower of Black Mystery has lost its value.

Anyway, when Lansander and Selune arrive, Lute, who is definitely in cahoots with the Defense Tower in the Tower of Black Mystery, will inevitably leave publicly.

After all, Thea's Tower is the Devil's Tower!
Even if he knew it in the past, no one knew he knew it.

tsk~
"Mr. Hill, you see... Rather than forcing Princess Gracia to force Mr. Rommel to go back to hell with her, why not let him decide his own destiny?
Feng Ge considered his words and asked carefully, "Also, the current Black Mystery Tower is probably not willing to stay within the sphere of influence of our devils... If Archmage Lute and the others want to leave, or, What do you want to do...

You see, we would never do anything inappropriate to influence their decision. "

Hill couldn't help laughing: "Can you stop me?

Asmodeus will probably never come to this world again, right?

Although Archmage Lute's ability is not enough to suppress you devil dukes, Gilbert is no problem!

With him standing behind the Tower of Black Mystery, you can't stop him even if you want to. "

Hill simply exposed the existence of Styx Messenger Gilbert.

Although he didn't care what those acquaintances in the Tower of Darkness thought of him, he didn't want those people to think he was a murderer.

After all, although there were more intrigues during this period of time together, it was generally quite pleasant.

More importantly, Hill would not let Fongo, who was so indifferent to him, treat Gilbert's existence as a secret to secretly threaten him.

Maybe Fongo was not threatening, but just indicating that he would keep it secret for Hill's sake... But what did it mean?

Hill has already completed his agreement with Styx, and as for the rest...he doesn't have to worry about that much.

That's all Gilbert's business.

All he needs to take care of in this world is Russell, and the accompanying Carpenter.

Feng Ge breathed out softly... It seems that there is only a temporary cooperation between His Highness Hill and Styx, and no agreement has been reached.

That's it.

Once it was determined that Gilbert was impersonating His Highness, such a long time was enough for the Hell Prosecutor to connect the cause and effect...especially the black robe who was unscathed by the attack of the Heinalson magic crossbow.

But once it became clear that the Styx messenger was Gilbert, and that His Highness had no abnormal soul detection, Feng Ge immediately became confused about the other party's position.

It's just because their hells tried to attack Trasil that they entered this world to cause trouble for their devils, and formed a formal alliance with the World Tree God System and Styx, but there is a big difference!

Although he would definitely be punished for not finding anything when he went back this time, at least he brought back some serious news that Asmodeus definitely wanted to know.

Fongo couldn't help but glance at the elegant Hill... This man could speak so lightly, it was obvious that he did not plead with Styx to hide his existence.

The reason why there is no problem with his soul mark is because Styx took the initiative to help.

That's Styx, who doesn't care about anything, even having his own tributary cut off for tens of thousands of years before he even reacted at all!
Ah... Although it may be because the relationship between World Tree and Styx is relatively harmonious, His Highness must be good enough to let Styx know who he is!

Their...Fongo stared at Gracia, who was sitting there in a daze, and couldn't help but look at Hill's face infatuatedly. He didn't realize that Fongo was using her sweetheart to bring up the deal with Gracia. , took a deep breath again.

It's okay, anyway, their Majesty Asmodeus will definitely be the only king of hell forever and ever, and there is no need to consider the issue of successors at all.

Fengo, who encouraged himself again, brought up the topic just now with a firm tone: "But haven't you promised my lord not to worry about Princess Gracia anymore?
Then, everyone can get together and relax, so why bother?

Princess Gracia and I will leave this world immediately and never come back again within a hundred years..."

Gracia, who finally recovered, only heard the last sentence. She immediately shouted: "That won't work, unless Rommel goes with me."

Hill jumped up lightly and retreated a thousand meters away... Although he knew that stupidity was not contagious, he was still a little worried.

(End of this chapter)