Chapter 26 Chapter 26 "Showing yourself in public will sooner or later lead to dislike...

The handsome man leaned lazily on the leather chair, his eyebrows slightly raised. Although there was a hint of threat in his words, he was afraid in his heart.

The sharp long armor accidentally brushed against the silver chain around the waist, and then quickly left.

In order to match his formal attire with the human girl's dress, he used a concealing spell to hide the chains, but the cold, hard, and firm feeling of restraint did not disappear.

As he himself said, he is a civilized devil.

Errol couldn't transform the chains into weapons like his brothers did when his talent was activated, so he could only endure the chains' restriction on his magic power. This also restricted his actions.

Besides, she was in Cecilia's hands.

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago.

As soon as Errol opened the door to the conference room, he realized that he had entered Beelzebub's spatial domain.

He raised his eyes, and his red eyes glanced at Beelzebub, who was still wrapped in a black robe, and Mammon, who was wearing a mask.

"When did you become such a coward?"

Errol sneered, "Beelzebub is fine, but how come you've become like this... a rat hiding its head and tail?"

He looked at Mammon's black and white mask with disdain, the meaning was self-evident.

The sturdy demon crossed his legs and took off his mask, revealing a handsome face with clear contours.

If Lin Miao were present, she would be surprised that this face was exactly the same as the goat-horned demon she had captured in the illusion, even the position of the scar on the left cheek was exactly the same.

Mammon closed his ears to Errol's bad comments, and raised his thin lips into a wicked smile, "My face is not for everyone to see..."

"If you show yourself to the public, you will be despised sooner or later." He glanced at Errol's charming face critically and returned his disdain.

"Whether I am disliked or not is not your turn to judge." Errol's eyelids tightened slightly, the corners of his lips straightened, and he turned to Beelzebub.

"First courtesy, then force. You went to all the trouble to invite me here, so it must be more than just 'discussing' something, right?"

"We have always had only one goal," Beelzebub said, his voice as soft and hoarse as his person. "You know it very well."

"So, they've found some crooked way." Errol said, as if realizing something. "I'm the guinea pig."

"Cerberus's role is irreplaceable." Beelzebub had no expression on his face, and the light in his eyes was even brighter.

Errol: "Then why don't you go after Reese? Is it because you can't beat him, or do you think I'm kind?"

"Of course, it's because you're more suitable." Mammon interrupted, revealing their intentions. "Beelzebub has found a way to unlock the memory core. We need to enter your soul sea."

As he spoke, a conical black instrument appeared in his hand, the tip of which was inlaid with solidified dark purple demonic flames.

"This object is called 'Traceback Point'. It was found at the ruins of the original palace. With the help of magic, it can find all forgotten things."

"It can only be used once... specially prepared for you."

Prepare for him, enter his soul, unlock his memory, and look for clues left by that "possible" person.

It's just a possibility.

"Let's not talk about the fact that my soul sea was damaged by that war. Even if it was intact, do you think a demon would allow others to enter and exit his soul sea at will?" Errol asked back.

The Soul Sea is the sea of ​​souls, the residence of the souls of demons and angels, which contains souls and memory cores of various sizes.

More important than life.

After the battle a hundred years ago, the soul sea of ​​the three heads of the hellhound was destroyed and little was left, and the memory before the battle was completely forgotten.

Errol knew that his memory core might be blocked, but firstly, there was no spell to repair the soul sea and unlock the memory core. Secondly, there was always a force in the dark that urged the three brothers to resist recovering their past memories. Therefore, neither he nor the other two heads tried to unseal it.

Beelzebub blinked slowly, his indifferent and calm gray eyes rippled, and a sickly red appeared on his pale cheeks.

“It’s the only way we can get to Him.”

"Erol——Cerberus, are you going to betray Him?!"

"Betrayal?" Errol chewed on the word and suddenly laughed out loud, "Ha, it was clearly Him who chose to abandon..."

"He didn't!" Mammon, who usually looked like a shrewd and money-hungry businessman, now had veins bulging out and his facial muscles twitching. "He won't abandon us!"

"Soul Sea, give way or not." Beelzebub's brows were gloomy, and his five fingers clenched the staff.

The demonic aura of the three high-level demons filled the air, and the pressure of Mammon and Beelzebub crushed towards Errol, bending his spine inch by inch.

The lustful leader, who is worldly-wise and understands human nature, is the one who acts on impulse and rarely puts himself in a difficult position. No one can make him do something he doesn't want to do - for example, now, he doesn't want them to enter the Soul Sea, and the best thing to do is to take action immediately and teleport to the entrance of the Styx during the break in the battle - after all, the Styx is his home ground.

But Lin Miao is in Cecilia's hands.

He didn't know where Cecilia took her, so naturally he couldn't guarantee that he would bring her back safely.

Errol finally realized how stupid his compromise was. He simply thought that if they didn't want to fight to the death with him, they would not touch Lin Miao. But even so, the human girl was still placed in danger and became the best bargaining chip to restrain him, and could be hurt at any time.

And this may be just because of his "no".

He implicated her.

Errol had to admit that he had made a mistake - or rather, he regretted it.

He regretted that he had come to this Hongmen Banquet with his weakness without knowing anything about his colleague's plans.

It's strange to say that the three-headed hellhound, which has three souls in one body and shares the same emotions, was the one who tasted the taste of "regret" for the first time, and it was Errol, who was the most difficult to perceive the seven emotions and six desires.

So he could only hide his burning regret under his indifferent appearance, silently confronting the pressure and oppression from the domain, his shoulder blades twitching slightly, and sweat flowing from his temples into his collar.

Beelzebub and Mammon were not as sure of victory as he thought, especially when he couldn't contact Cecilia.

Although they are demons of the same level as Errol, the influence of the Lustful Lord's talent is greatly reduced on them, and they will not be easily incited to desire - but for some people who have thoughts, ideas, and desires for specific objects in their hearts, the function of "amplifying" desire still steadily performs its duties.

Their bodies have shown abnormalities, and these abnormalities have become more and more obvious as time goes by, affecting the gathering and flow of magic power in the body and greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

They didn't want to confront Errol head-on unless it was absolutely necessary.

Just when the meeting room reached a deadlock, a projection screen suddenly appeared in front of the round table.

The three demons looked at the light curtain at the same time, each with a different expression.

It was Cecilia's image.

The beautiful pink-haired devil was reclining on the sofa, with the background being a nightclub stage with bizarre lights.

She smiled, her charming voice drowning out the faint melody of music: "Erol, guess where this is?"

The demon's bloodshot eyes, having resisted the pressure for so long, were now misty. But even if he couldn't concentrate, he could still guess the location based on the singing and dancing: "...Music Palace?"

The largest entertainment venue in hell, a veritable den of money.

"You took her to the Le Palace?!"

Errol's eyes widened as he reacted. His sharp nails pierced through the round table, which was reinforced with several layers of magic. His knuckles turned white. "How dare you!!"

Take his humans to that place where filthy desires converge...!!

"Why not?" Cecilia picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip slowly. "I treated Miaomiao to the best performance in the Palace of Music. She said she loved it."

The best show at the Palace...

Of course he knew what it was! It was immoral! It was lewd! It was a performance that would make a dog scorn it!

Errol gritted his teeth and was about to speak when she interrupted him: "Afterwards, Miaomiao said that the new little courtesan was good. As a generous and kind palace master like me, I naturally want to give my guests the best experience, right?"

"So I asked the little courtesan to serve her and make her happy... Tell me, was I right?"

Yes... that's right! !

Errol's blood surged, and his throat tasted fishy and sweet.

He almost forgot what kind of situation he was in. There were two demons beside him, waiting to invade his soul sea. Whether he could escape unscathed was a question. All his thoughts and plans gave way to the thought that ran through his mind - his human was going to be "served" by others.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Cecilia continued to talk to herself: "That courtesan is beautiful, sweet-mouthed, and good at that kind of thing. She will definitely make Miaomiao happy."

"Look, Errol," the pink-haired demon narrowed his eyes and spoke each word with clarity, "your humans have to give others desires and then have their desires satisfied by others."

"Her charity never requires you."

Errol stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word.

Will his human, with his beautiful, clear eyes, also look at others with conviction?

Will her soft, sweet lips also kiss someone else's face or lips?

Will she hug others? Will she impose her emotions/desires on others as she does on herself...?

No, you can't.

Just thinking about it makes the whole dog collapse completely. It feels like my heart veins are being bitten by dense thorns. Pain... pain...

He was almost losing consciousness due to the pain, but he had no feeling to begin with. He was just a monster who could only manipulate others.

Desire, joy, anger, bitterness, regret, all were given by her.

She was his human, and only his. Reese couldn't take her away, and neither could anyone else—

He is the only one.

It has to be him!!

The excessive emotional fluctuations eventually caused his damaged soul sea to tremble again, and the cracks became bigger and bigger.

Receiving Cecilia's eye signal, Mammon and Beelzebub looked at each other for a moment and stretched out their hands at the same time.

Two magic bands of different colors extended around each other, drawing a complex magic pattern in the air, forcefully breaking through Errol's defenses and embedding into his body.

"Well……!!"