Devil two hundred and five

White Crow is even more arrogant than I imagined.As soon as the crow and I walked to the foot of the Temple of Demons, Lord Sharp Moon greeted us. She looked at us with complicated eyes and saluted me: "Your Majesty, please come with me."

Stepping on the winding steps, the wind and rain became more and more severe.Compared with the palace of Bauhinia, the Palace of Demons has a bit more resentment. The ghosts of the ages gather here, sleep forever, and finally, every inch of soil here is condensed into powdered flesh, love and hatred.

The white crow had obviously been waiting for me in the main hall for a long time. He tied up his white hair, and compared to the embarrassment he met for the first time, he looked more heroic.He sits on the throne of the Demon King, holding my sickle in his hand.

I was about to laugh at him, he didn't look like a devil with a sickle, at this moment, I suddenly felt my feet slip, and the shadow behind me turned into substance, wrapped around my ankles, waist, arms, and neck, pulling me into a cross shape, hanging in mid-air.

The devil's sickle has its own skills.

Shadow bondage.

I raised my eyebrows. The demon kings in the past used this trick to tease the princess, but it was the first time it was used on me, so it was somewhat new.

But if you only have this level and dare to challenge me, it would be too disappointing.

I was about to break free when the crow suddenly took a few steps forward, stood in front of the white crow, and scolded him righteously: "Bai Crow, you traitor, how could you do such a thing!"

His words made me temporarily extinguish the idea of ​​personally smashing the white crow into scum.

"Pfft." White Crow sneered, "You are the ones who are ignorant. I am walking on the right path. You have been blinded by tens of thousands of years of tradition. Pray for things that others will give you on the ground... I want to be the Lord of Darkness, the King of Demons, so I want to snatch all of these with my own hands."

"Brother..." Crow uttered a few words with difficulty, "You are so arrogant."

"Whether I am arrogant or not, this kind of thing is not something you can decide, but history. The loser is naturally arrogant, while the winner is overbearing." The white crow raised the sickle in his hand and pointed it at the crow, " Come on, you are here to stop me. Raise your weapon, don't be so cowardly and incompetent as a child."

Having said that, the white crow paused for a moment, and sarcastically said: "Show me your persistent path, winners and losers, the truth of the world is as simple as that."

Having finished speaking, the white crow directly raised the sickle and slashed down at the crow—rumbling, the strong wind from the scythe created long cracks, and the ground instantly sank.At that time, I only felt that my heart was bleeding-do you know how difficult it is to make such a large piece of black crystal as a floor!At least tens of thousands of gold coins are gone after this knife.

...But, is my sickle really that powerful?

I thought about it seriously, the sickle is in the hands of the devil kings, it has been used as an undressing prop, a kitchen knife for cooking pots, a clothes hanger, and a bottle opener, but it seems that it is really useless to use it to fight. A few times, after all, many of its skills are duplicated with those of the Demon King. In real fights, the long-range ones just throw a few magic spells over and the battle ends.

——After all, isn’t it a special prop for pretense?

I was quite surprised in my heart. It seems that the arrogance of the white crow has some truth.At the very least, he didn't rely purely on the contract between the Black Feather family and the Demon King. His own efforts were definitely not in the minority, plus the increase in the Demon King's sickle... Tsk tsk, no matter how you look at it, crows are a bit dangerous.

In fact, the crows have indeed lost ground.Even a person who doesn't know how to fight can see how disadvantaged he is.The crow's weapon is a pair of snake-shaped daggers. Although it is narrower and longer than the thief's dagger, it is a short-range weapon after all. It is very disadvantageous against the white crow's mid-range scythe.There was no poison on his dagger, but when he hit the sickle, the power of darkness would attack him.

The reason why the crow was able to persevere like this was that apart from his own tenacious will, the dark blood he had already adapted to had also given him a lot of help—a paladin with similar strength would probably have knelt down long ago.

I can't bear to see it anymore, the strength that has been promoted, and the strength that has been improved step by step, really cannot be compared.The white crow is also really boring, like a cat playing with a mouse, controlling the rhythm of the entire battle in his hands, and constantly hitting the crow's psychological defense.

"Do you think you can compete with me by picking up the things I don't want?"

"...It's still so weak."

"How about crying? How about kneeling on the ground and begging like you did when you were a child? For you, this is really the most useful weapon... As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will spare your life."

"You trash who forgot your promise, what face do you have to live in this world?"

After the White Crow finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, as if very tired.Then, as if he was tired of playing the game of cat and mouse, he raised the tip of the knife and pointed it at the crow's chest: "It's all over, goodbye."

"This sentence should be said by me." I lazily pointed my fingertips at the blade of the white crow, the pupils of the white crow contracted suddenly, and the muscles exerted force, unexpectedly planning to chop it down with a single blow.

If he changes any weapon, such a move can be accomplished smoothly, but only the devil's sickle can't, it is my exclusive weapon, even if it is a bottle opener in my hand, even if its handle is It cannot betray me.

I smiled and called out in my heart.Immediately, the sickle let out a long cry, and the white crow was violently thrown away, and the sickle bounced into my hand, like a child acting coquettishly.

"Your Majesty..." Crow grabbed the hem of my clothes with difficulty, "The traitor of the Black Feather family should be approved by the Black Feather, and cannot... dirty His Majesty's hands."

I glanced at him lightly, even though his loyalty had no intentions, but I was still tolerant and tolerant—to be honest, throughout the ages, there are still a few people who sincerely surrendered to the devil king, if I care about it one by one, usually No need to eat or sleep.

So, I gave him a relieved smile and said, "You're doing well, you can rest."

The crow showed a frightened expression, how strange, do I look so scary?But the crow has fallen into a deep sleep, and as a beneficiary of the contract, my words have absolute control over him.

White Crow looked at me with an ugly expression on his face.Anyone who has planned so hard for such a long time, but was so easily dismantled by the enemy, can probably understand the shock in the white crow's mind - I resisted opening the pupil of the devil to see how many horses he had in his mind. The whistling * of the grass mud horse looked down at him condescendingly: "Aren't you going to run away?"

The white crow looked up at me: "Is it useful? Even if I die, I won't look like a lost dog."

How did the Black Feather family, which has always been known for their insidiousness and despicableness, give birth to this offspring of a paladin who smells as hard as a man in a latrine... I was a little amazed for a while, and with a bad attitude, I said: " You probably haven't forgotten, the agreement you made with the crow..."

"'One day, I will stand on top of this world. I give you permission to stand behind me.'"

"'Okay, I'll always stand behind my brother.'"

I vividly imitated the conversation between the two people back then, and the white crow's face suddenly turned ugly. In his opinion, this was the crow's silent betrayal... He actually told me, the devil king, about this matter.It's a pity that the crow didn't say this, but I saw it from the crow's memory.

This is what the Demon King likes most.

The brave man in the past told his trustworthy friend important things, but then he learned about it from the mouth of the Demon King.Angry at his friend's depravity and betrayal, the brave finally turned their swords against each other.In the end, he defeated the Demon King, but he could no longer trust anyone.

Such a thing, when I think of it, I am so happy that I can eat three bowls of rice.

"...Don't think too much, White Crow, how could the crow betray you, he loves you so deeply." I said slowly, "In order to let you be free and realize your dreams, he decided to replace you. You become the executor of the contract; in order to keep you alive, you have to beat you desperately. Because if he beats you, you can still live, but in my hands, you can only die."

What a stupid human emotion.

The younger brother who lived in the elder brother's shadow since he was a child, not only did not feel jealousy and hatred, but worshiped each other as a belief.That kind of feeling like a martyr... probably something this guy who was born with arrogance and rebellious mood couldn't understand.

I glanced at the white crow again, and couldn't help sighing, what a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.The reason why he can be so proud and say things that defy history so lightly is not because of how much effort he has put in behind the scenes, but...he is loved and tolerated.

The white crow showed a slight astonishment in his eyes, and then he returned to the ancient well without waves—it's a pity, I planned to laugh at it, but his appearance is really boring.

I raised my scythe, ready to end this life.

"Report to His Highness the White Crow...Yong, the brave Minato is coming up, and he wants to save Francis...Huh?"

Jianyue rushed into the hall, seeing a scene completely different from what she expected, she couldn't help but pause.

The whole hall was silent.

"..."

"..."

I shoved the sickle into the white crow's arms: "Hang me up quickly, and make it look as miserable as possible... Well, I really want to be saved by the hero Minato."

The white crow turned his face silently, with that expression, it was almost written "I lost to this idiot" on his face.