The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"Aren't you going to take a rest? It's still early."

"No, I didn't do anything, did I? And don't you want to see how happy they are when they receive their gifts?"

As he spoke, Amir finished the food in one bite, moved forward, and looked at him with excitement in his eyes.

"Besides, Ayi, are you not capable of that?"

Nan Zhiyi was drinking coffee and almost spit it out. She swallowed it whole and then stirred the remaining coffee elegantly.

She raised her eyebrows, crossed her legs, looked at him playfully, and smiled with her lips curled.

"Isn't this because there have been a lot of fights recently? I'll let you have a good rest. When this is over, you can play however you want, any exciting thing is fine."

"You...you are a pervert!"

Amir suddenly remembered that crazy day in the misty forest and blushed.

Just because you said flowers are better than people, how can you put flowers in that kind of place? And...

His face suddenly turned red, and he could not even look at Nan Zhiyi. He ate a few big mouthfuls of food quickly and ran out in a hurry.

Nan Zhiyi followed behind him slowly and walked towards the carriage. Although the official documents had come down, the two of them had not been assigned any work, so they were both in a state of being unemployed.

However, the atmosphere in the meeting hall at this time was unusually depressing.

The group of guys who were used as cannon fodder for gossiping yesterday were kneeling trembling in the hall, their faces were red and swollen, their speech was unclear, and they looked at King Erlis on the throne with tearful eyes.

No more, no less, just those people were unlucky, some were stung by bees, some were allergic, some were poisoned, etc.

The reasons were varied, but the effects were similar. Anyone who was not a fool knew that they were being maliciously targeted, but no one could produce any evidence.

King Erlis looked at the group of people kneeling and crying below, frowned, felt a little headache, and became more and more irritated.

I had to promise them that I would find out the truth and give them a fair answer.

As soon as the meeting ended, he returned to his bedroom alone, dismissed everyone, and went into the basement by himself by turning the mechanism at the head of the bed.

The basement was dark. A row of fiery red candles slowly lit up at the sound. The innermost circular room was filled with magic patterns and murals painted with an unknown dark red liquid.

The angels high above looked up at the sky, bathing in glory and receiving baptism from God; the demons on the ground stood in the chaotic hell, being granted the devil fruit; only the mortals knelt on one knee, looking at it devoutly, without receiving any gifts.

Mortals have a short lifespan and weak power, and it is extremely difficult for them to gain power equal to that of the other two races, even though their reproduction rate is countless times that of the other two races.

He was unwilling to accept the fact that the other two races were born eternal and powerful, while they could not surpass them despite their best efforts.

They are the ones who should be the masters of the world, not those ruthless gods high above or demons hiding in the shadows.

"You are here, King Erlis?"

Following the sound, I discovered that there was a demon chained to a cross in the middle of the dark room.

The demon had two pointed horns, red hair, and an evil and wild face. Even though he was tied up with chains and his face was stained with dark red blood, his arrogant aura remained unchanged.

He was a royal family among demons, and even though he had fallen to such a state, his pride would not allow him to lower his head. His eyes were sharp, and he looked down at the gloomy King Erlis.

King Erlis didn't care about his attitude, or perhaps he was used to it. He just stood outside the formation and looked at him sincerely.

"Asifa, you are right. He is the newly chosen child of the gods. Even though he is injured, he is still as powerful as the strongest angels. I need your strength."

"We shouldn't count on the gods for mercy, we should fight for what we want."

"You have finally figured it out, King Erlis. Then quickly untie me, my little slave."

When Asifa heard what was said, he laughed wildly, the devil's vertical pupils carrying the power to bewitch people.

King Erlis frowned unhappily, and thrust the heavy sword in his hand, which symbolized royal power, into the core of the formation.

The power surged, and the chains that bound Asifa tightened. The magic patterns on the chains surged, flashing scarlet light, and more power was transmitted into his body through the formation.

It is true that the demons are difficult to train, and they are not as well-behaved and sensible as Wuya at all.

"Asifa, you are wrong. I am your master. Your life and death are in my hands."

Asifa struggled in pain, trying to reprimand the man for his wishful thinking.

But the iron chain cut into his flesh, taking away not only his strength but also his vitality. He was unable to break free and could only curse unwillingly in his heart.

You damned bastard, you will get your comeuppance!

How could the gods create such a disgusting person like you...

King Erlis looked at his unwilling, twisted and angry expression and guessed what he was thinking. After all, this guy had cursed him a lot when he still had the energy to do so.

He thought happily and increased his strength output until the opponent fainted again. Only then did he take out the heavy sword with satisfaction and leave.

Xia knelt respectfully in the hall, with the ten-winged angel standing behind him.

King Erlis stroked his fragile neck with disgust, forcing him to raise his head.

Seeing the other person groaning, showing a happy expression, his face was abnormally red, and the disgust in his eyes became more obvious.

If this child was not chosen by the gods, he would have killed him long ago. But it doesn't matter. Since he can destroy this one, that one should be no problem.

"Xia, your mission has failed. He has come to the royal city by himself."

"King, I don't know what you are talking about. That person is clearly still in that remote place. No matter how fast he is, he can't have reached the royal city now."

"You betrayed me."

"I have no king."

Earlis said firmly, staring at him with cold eyes, and without listening to his explanation, he suddenly tightened his fingers. Seeing his face flush instantly, he let go until he was about to suffocate to death.

"But it's okay, Xia, go kill him for me, Wuya will help you."

Xia collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, holding his chest. He instinctively resisted his orders, but something eroded his consciousness. His eyes became dull and numb, and he instinctively answered "OK".

Let me see the two kids you chose kill each other, who will you help?

King Erlis thought about this and looked up at the sky outside the glass-colored window.