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The Demon King's Palace can be called the No.13 domain of the Demon Realm. It is located in the center of the twelve domains and is an independent palace.

The palace is made of black rock, with a total of 66 floors. There are twelve gates on the bottom floor, and each gate leads to a domain.

The palace stores the books, weapons and magic crystals accumulated by the demon kings from the time of creation. The demon king can use these things at will, and can also formulate rules on each floor. There is also a throne on the top floor. Sitting on it, you can understand All things twelve domains.

I had the opportunity to live here 100 years ago, but the Demon King’s Palace is too spacious for a demon, far less comfortable than my castle. Besides, I just want to challenge the Demon King, not become the Demon King. It is even more dispensable to say.

Since only the devil king in the world of gods and demons knows the location of the devil vein, then I will be the devil king.

If it can be destroyed, it must be repaired well, otherwise, I am not even as good as that trash of Birmingner.

I saw Garcia on the plank road leading to the Demon King's Palace in the ninth domain. The laceration on his wing was more serious. It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the blow. His face was pale and so thin that it was about to become a piece of paper. piece.

Seeing me, his face regained some blood color, and the next second, the blood color faded again, biting the inner side of his lower lip, as if he felt that he had made a mistake, but he didn't want to admit it, his expression flickered, between anxiety and anxiety. Switching between reserved, thinking about how to face me.

When Garcia hesitated, I was also thinking about how to face him.

If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would still be entangled with Deville at the peak of Leciny; but he is Deville's clone, I should torture him or even kill him, even if I don't want to.

But at this point, my thoughts don't matter anymore.

All the demons in the Demon Realm are about to perish in hopelessness, tens of thousands of years of history are about to collapse in my hands, I shouldn't have any more thoughts.

From the moment I decided to walk in this direction, I was no longer the great demon Lanza, but the demon king Lanza.

Fortunately, those little devils were saved, otherwise I would have forgotten how to walk after it became difficult to fly.

The numbness in my body has never faded, and I walked very slowly. I stopped in front of Garcia, and after a while, I remembered to ask: "How did you know to come here to find me?"

Hearing that I spoke first, Garcia was visibly relieved, blood surged back in an instant, the entanglement was swept away, and he raised his hand to grab my shoulder, and the chain hanging under his left wrist made a crisp sound when it collided.

As I dodged sideways, I remembered—feathers, I gave him feathers.

"Here." I reached out to him calmly.

The moment I said it, I knew my choice.

Probably because my tone brought a sense of crisis, Garcia's briskness was reduced a bit, "What?"

I don’t need to ask him, I can easily find my aura on him, and when I hook my finger, a black feather flies out from between his wings and lands in my hand, the magic flame ignites, and it is burned to ashes in an instant Not left.

"Why did Deville let you come to me?"

"Lanza..." Garcia seemed to want to explain something.

"Does he not want to embarrass himself, or is he sure that I will not kill you?"

Garcia's face turned blue when he heard the word "myself", and immediately retorted: "I'm not him."

Looks like he already knows everything from Dwyer.

Garcia's fingers clenched tightly, and he began to torture his lips again. He endured it, showing embarrassment, "...I can ignore the matter between you and him, or I can pretend that I don't know that you came to me because of him," said At this point, he couldn't help frowning, "From now on, as long as you only have me in the future, that's fine."

Probably because he was afraid that I would break away, Garcia didn't hold my hand, but carefully hooked a finger of mine, which was cute and innocent.

There is a warm current flowing to the chest, but that's all.

He was Dwyer's eyes, and Dwyer was looking at me through him.

"Go back to your Lecinian peak, this is not the place for you to come," I won't be stupid enough to be tricked by Deville again, sweeping his hand away and saying, "If I see you again, I will put you cut off his head and wings and hung them on the banks of the Lycinius."

Garcia's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wearily I walked over to him and said, "Go away."