The Lord of Hell

Chapter 2967 Intelligence
In this situation where the disparity between the enemy and us is huge, not to mention that Beelzebub himself is not a very motivated person, even if he is, he can only give up.

Andrew is really strong now. Even if he doesn't use other methods to become a temporary Father God, he is still despairingly strong. He is now not far from being the true king of superpowers.

"I don't drink tea, I only drink juice."

Beelzebub shouted that this was his last dignity and he would never surrender. He just wanted to drink juice. He, Beelzebub, was a nobleman.

"Then drink juice, freshly squeezed lemon juice."

Andrew smiled slightly and canceled gravity. Beelzebub flew uncontrollably. Then, the ground quickly returned to normal. At the same time, the tables and chairs in the palace flew out and were quickly put in place.

This was not the end yet. Andrew waved his hand and a large amount of lemon juice without sugar appeared out of thin air on the table. Then, he made a gesture of invitation.

“Lemon juice?”

Beelzebub looked disgusted, but he didn't dare to refuse Andrew, so he could only sit down on the chair. Then, he waved his hand to let all the demons leave, so that these guys wouldn't see his ugly appearance. Then he could only...

Well, he can't kill them. There are only hundreds of demons in total. If he kills them all, he will have no subordinates left - he has more than hundreds of demons under his command, but only these hundreds have relatively strong combat capabilities. The others are just ordinary demons.

“I am really miserable!”

Beelzebub sighed and asked unwillingly, "Who are you and why are you so powerful? Moreover, I have never heard of you before?"

"I am not from this world, I am from outside this world."

Andrew said very frankly: "So I want to know, what is the situation in your world? Why are you demon kings so miserable?"

"People outside the world? No wonder. I can't answer these questions of yours. Don't look at me like that. I said I can't answer, not that I don't want to answer."

Beelzebub said, “I cannot tell you anything about that person, otherwise I won’t even be able to be this humble demon king.

In short, that one has set the rules, and we can only act according to these rules. For example, we cannot live in hell, but can only live in a small space attached to hell. This is the rule. "

"This rule is probably meant to suppress your power. If you return to Hell, you will be able to regain the strength of Heavenly Father God very quickly."

Andrew thought for a moment and said, "You were actually the Heavenly Father God at the beginning, but you were later deprived of your power and driven out of hell by that person, right?"

Beelzebub did not answer, but replied "yes" with his eyes, and then, He continued: "We, the demon kings, are equivalent to chess pieces, and can only act according to the orders of the chess player.

I really want human souls, but I can only do this through a spokesperson. Moreover, not everyone can be my spokesperson. It took me decades of hard work to cultivate a witch queen.

Unfortunately, the Witch Queen was too useless and was killed by that guy named Calder. What's even more depressing is that the Witch Queen didn't die. If she didn't die, I couldn't develop a second spokesperson.

This has resulted in me not being able to develop a new spokesperson in the past eight hundred years. This is directly related to why my territory is so destitute and why there are only so few demons.

In fact, the situation of most demon kings is similar to mine. Only the traitor's situation is a little better, but only a little better.

He uses his looks and figure to sign contracts with humans every day. Haha, a demon king actually relies on his appearance to attract customers. What's the difference between him and the special workers in the human world?"

Andrew knew who Beelzebub was talking about, so he asked, "What if it was you?"

"Needless to say? She will definitely become a beauty..."

Beelzebub reacted and smiled awkwardly. The reason why He was unhappy with the beauty in red was not because of her betrayal, but because of her privileges.

Among all the demon kings, the beautiful woman in red is the one who has done the best and has obtained the most souls.

What, other demon kings can do the same as her? No, the beauty in red is the only demon king who can use wishes to sign a contract with humans. Other demon kings can only develop spokesmen or use special means to harvest souls. This is the privilege given to the beauty in red by that powerful being.

This privilege has allowed the red-dressed beauty's strength to steadily increase over the past few thousand years. Up to now, she has far surpassed other demon kings. There is no other way; the speed at which other demon kings collect souls is simply incomparable to hers.

Andrew asked with a half-smile, "I didn't expect that you, Beelzebub, actually have a hobby of wearing women's clothes?"

"As long as you can obtain souls, it's okay to dress like neither man nor woman, let alone women."

Beelzebub risked his life and said, "Souls are everything. Only with enough souls can my territory gradually become prosperous, unlike now, when it is like a den of bandits.

I am not afraid to tell you that the purpose of our existence as demon kings is to obtain more souls, human souls."

After a pause, Beelzebub sighed and said, “So, I tricked the Witch Queen into thinking of a way to destroy the world, so that I could obtain a large amount of souls. Unfortunately, the Witch Queen was too useless and was killed by Calder.

Hey, what's wrong with this memory? Why does it feel a little wrong? It seems that Calder didn't kill the witch queen? "

Beelzebub became puzzled. This was a conflict between the memory of the present and the memory of the past. Most people could not perceive changes in the past, but the Demon King could sense something. Moreover, the Witch Queen was Beelzebub's person.

Andrew said, "Even if you kill all the humans in the world, what's the point? That person might be able to change the rules directly."

"Probably not. That One is very disciplined. That's why He gave us so many rules."

Beelzebub was stunned, then shook his head, obviously not taking it seriously. Andrew did not say much. Those rules were set for the demon kings, not for himself.

Andrew asked, "What other information can you provide about that person?"

"I can't provide it. However, you can ask the traitor. Her authority is much higher than ours. She must know more."

Beelzebub instigated, and it was obvious that He wanted to cause trouble for the beautiful woman in red.

Andrew said, "Let's talk about it when we have a chance. Besides you, how many other demon kings are there in hell? Do you know their spatial coordinates?"

"There are dozens of demon kings in hell. Apart from the traitor's spatial coordinates, I don't know the spatial coordinates of others, and they don't know mine either. There's nothing we can do. We don't trust each other at all."

Beelzebub shook his head and said, "As for the traitor, her spatial coordinates are public, and no one dares to cause trouble for her. On the one hand, she is very strong now, and on the other hand, she can call upon some of that person's power."

Andrew asked: "In other words, she is half the Lord of Hell?"

"Bullshit, she's just an overseer at best."

Beelzebub cursed, obviously very unhappy with the beautiful woman in red. After all, the beautiful woman in red was a traitor, and more importantly, she was doing much better than him.

Andrew thought about it, his eyes looking straight at Beelzebub. As soon as Beelzebub met his gaze, his consciousness could not help but begin to sink. In the whole world, only Andrew's eyes were flickering.

The next second, Andrew's consciousness forced its way into Beelzebub's consciousness, wanting to check his memory, but he found that some of his memories were blocked by mysterious energy. Once he forcibly read them, he would be counterattacked immediately and at the same time, known by the person behind the scenes.

"It seems that even illusions don't work."

Andrew shook his head and woke Beelzebub up. Beelzebub opened his eyes and looked confused. What just happened? Then, he reacted and glared at Andrew: "You actually secretly checked my memory?"

"Let me correct you. I didn't check secretly. I checked openly. If I checked secretly, you wouldn't notice anything unusual."

Andrew said: "Also, pay attention to your attitude when you speak. This time, I can let it go, but next time, that may not be the case."

Beelzebub felt a chill in his heart, and his anger quickly dissipated, leaving him more depressed. The other party was openly checking his memory, so what could he do? He could not beat him at all.

In hell, the law of the jungle is the truth. Since you are no match for your opponent, you can only endure and hold it in.

"I was a little disappointed that I didn't get the information I wanted."

Andrew said: "Beelzebub, I'll give you a task, you must complete it well."

Beelzebub was silent for a moment, then asked, "What mission?"

"Next, a group of people will use the group of dark wizards to contact you. You will follow the normal routine, grant them power, and communicate and cooperate with them."

Andrew said, "During this process, you must not make any mistakes. Just do what you are supposed to do, but you must tell me the details. And, when I need you, you must follow my orders as soon as possible."

"You want me to be undercover?"

Beelzebub was stunned. Is there something wrong with this? How can the final boss be an undercover agent? He couldn't help but ask: "With your strength, you don't need to go through so much trouble, right? Apart from that person, who else in this world can be your opponent?"

Andrew said: "I naturally have my reasons, you just need to answer, are you willing?"

"Do I have a choice? If I had known, I would not have responded to the mark before. Not only did I get beaten, but I also became someone else's servant."

Beelzebub smiled bitterly in his heart and asked, "King of Superpowers, since you trust me, I am willing to be your undercover agent."

"Of course I don't trust you."

Andrew said as a matter of course, Beelzebub was not surprised, trusting a demon king? Are you sure you haven't been kicked in the head by a donkey?
"I have just done something to your soul, Beelzebub. If you betray me, you will be destroyed."

Andrew said, "But if you really help me, one day, I will let you return to hell and become a real demon king. You won't be a bandit leader like you are now. If the demon kings of other universes knew about this, they would probably burst out laughing."

(End of this chapter)