The magic cards I made are no problem

And Durkan was stepping on the tombstone of the devil, laughing like he was surfing on a skateboard.

Not to mention how happy the smile was.

It seems that he has been holding back for a long time, and finally he can stop acting.

The demon king's aura on the little succubus is gone, what's left is only the crazy aura from the beginning!

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## Author's Note:

The moon does not sleep and I do not sleep!It is bound to be coded and updated!After this week, I can take a week off!

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Volume 271 Endless Purgatory: [-] Durkan has started to study the opponent in the next volume

Karst stared angrily at Durkan indulging himself in the Demon King's Cemetery where there was no longer a tombstone.

Even without asking anything.

Karst also understood.

He has been scammed.

This little succubus has not been taken away at all!

Everything before was just her acting skills!

and.

Durkan did not tell a single outright lie.

All information and instructions are implying Karlster.

Let Karst make up his mind.

Therefore, Durkan did not violate this layer of restrictions on not being able to lie, which aroused Karst's suspicion.

"Why, why..."

Karlster's lips and teeth trembled, he was more confused than unwilling.

He didn't understand.

Why is this little succubus able to gain the approval of the Demon King!

It was as if a demon king had imprinted his soul on her body!

And this demon king was not obtained by the little succubus in the demon king's cemetery.

It existed in the little succubus from the very beginning!

She is definitely not the devil in this cemetery.

Her coat of arms is different from any other demon king!

But it is indeed a real demon king!

Karst's face turned pale instantly.

If he had already completely fallen into the trap of the little succubus.

Then this time.

The tombstones of the Demon King were cut off.

And the little succubus is the only demon king with a will in the demon king's cemetery.

Presumably, he has successfully seized the authority to control the demon king's magic power.

"Ha ha."

With Durkan's chuckle, she gently raised her palm, and the looming mark of the demon king appeared in the air like a coat of arms. Immediately, the magic power of the entire eighth floor of the demon king seemed to have been transformed into Durkan's possession.

Dekan and Master Craftsman are already the masters of this layer.

Under Durkan's control, the demon king's magic power, which had previously sealed his companions like a frenzy, climbed up Karst's body in an instant, ready to seal him.

Karst didn't struggle.

Because he knew he was no longer Durkan's opponent.

That's how it works sometimes.

He did his best to do what he had to do.

If you try your best and can't do it, you can only follow Buddhism.

Even with his strength, he can resist for a while.

But what is the use but to suffer?

He admitted it.

Just when Carster was about to be sealed, Durkan stopped suddenly.

He watched Carlster's reaction with great interest, and then waved away the demon king's magic power.

"?"

Karst looked at Durkan suspiciously.

"Karster, do you want to be a sensible ghost or a foolish ghost?"

Durkan looked at Karster jokingly and asked.

He is like a tyrannical monarch ruthlessly announcing the death penalty of his subjects.

However, he was willing to give Karlster a chance before he died.

After all, the dying demon might also agree to pay the price for an answer.

Especially Karlster's heartless character.

He didn't feel much resentment towards the enemy at all.

It is likely that Karlster will not reject this deal out of anger or pride.

"I want to know what the hell you are."

Karst replied as Durkan expected.

"The value of this answer is not low, right? You have to answer my question honestly, and I will let you hear the answer before you die."

Durkan's seductive voice lingered in Karst's ears like the whispers of an ancient god.

"What do you want to know from me?"

After a short thought struggle, Carster finally chose to compromise.

For Karst.

His death was doomed.

Because from the moment he and the devil started fighting, it was impossible to survive again.

He also doesn't pay enough to buy a job from Durkan.

It's a death anyway, so it's better to understand before you die, and earn blood.

Durkan: "Do you have any information about the warden?"

Carster: "No, I stay here all year round, and it is almost isolated from the other floors."

Durkan nodded.

The wardens in the three exile areas on the second, fifth and eighth floors have no information, which is normal.

Karst didn't panic because he couldn't answer the question.

Because he was not disappointed seeing Durkan's expression.

It seems that the information that Durkan intends to ask is originally something else.

Soon, Durkan's expression became much more serious.

Even cut off the live broadcast.

He stared at Karst closely.

Seems like it's time to start asking the really critical stuff.

This made Carster couldn't help but get nervous.

Is there any information on me that can make even the devil attach so much importance to it?

Could it be the secret history of the demon world related to the demon king?Or the key intelligence capable of turning this jihad around?

Carster couldn't help thinking.

But the next second.

I saw Durkan took out a small notebook bought from the third floor mission, and began to write on it with his head down and asked:

"Please introduce yourself."

Durkan gave an instruction that Karster found extremely absurd.

"what?"

Karst suspected that he had heard wrong.

Durkan explained:

"Tell me the key experiences in your life that impressed you, all the magic you mastered, your personality traits, your hobbies, etc..."

Carster; "???"

Are you here to take a statement or introduce someone to me?

Karlster couldn't be dealt with by Durkan.

"Don't want to say? Then I'll send you on your way now."

Durkan put down his pen impatiently and asked.

"Are you sure it's enough for me to provide this information?"

Karst is still skeptical.

"Well, tell me this, and I'll tell you the answer and give you a good time."

"I am Karlster, the warden who has guarded the tomb for 200 years. I like..."

Karst already felt indifferent, and it didn't make any difference to ask anything.

Next.

Durkan asked him to add some information, and he answered truthfully.

The entire cross-examination process lasted for tens of minutes, and Durkan finally figured out all the information about Karst.

"very good."

Durkan put away his notebook with satisfaction.

If you want to say what is the biggest achievement he has gained in this movie world.

That must be the information.

Because Durkan found out.

The demons in this shadow world seem to have a corresponding person in this world.

Whether it is character, ability or characteristics, they have a certain degree of similarity.

Even their experiences will have a fate-like closeness.

Just like Fahim, the corrupt bishop, and Fahiril the taboo, the warden of the sixth floor.

Whether it is their ability, style, or the ending of "being cheated by Durkan, being singled out, being cheated by teammates, being beaten violently, and the remaining blood was taken away by Durkan and Croix", they all seem to overlap.

After the previous confrontation, Durkan can be sure that the person in the world corresponding to the eighth floor warden, the illusory Karlster, must be the illusory bishop Carlos.