Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Crossing the barrier, not afraid of the fire...

The rune merged into Errol's body, and the gorgeous flower between the demon's eyebrows lit up with molten golden light, and the passage between the soul sea and the outside world was completely pried open.

The three demons had clearly divided the work when they planned, and Beelzebub alone could only enter the Soul Sea and retrieve the memories. Mammon handed him the Spire of the Whirlpool and stepped back, watching him forcibly separate half of his soul and use the magic power to invade Errol's Soul Sea.

The pain that separating the soul brings to a high-level demon is no less than having the heart torn out by bare hands, and entering the soul sea of ​​another high-level demon and destroying his memory lock is even more risky, with the risk of severe damage to one's own soul, or even permanent damage that cannot be repaired.

Beelzebub's pale cheeks were filled with a bluish-gray coldness, as if all the blood had been drained out, and even the color of his lips had faded to a transparent color.

His body was shaking with pain, but there was no reluctance in his light grey pupils, which sparkled like candlelight.

Half of the soul turned into a stream of light and disappeared from Mammon's sight along with the whirlpool. He stared at the two unconscious people leaning on the seats, but the words he spoke were directed to the woman with her arms crossed on the light screen.

"I didn't expect you to use this to provoke him."

"As long as it's useful, that's all." Cecilia's fox eyes curved, and her index finger lightly touched her lips.

The success of her plan brought her some pleasure. The demon offered a rare explanation: "Threatening her life will only inflame his wrath against us, ultimately resulting in a mutually destructive situation."

"After all, anger is not enough to be the key to the Soul Sea Gate."

"What is that 'key'? Jealousy? Resentment?" Mammon raised his eyebrows and guessed, thinking of how Cecilia deliberately told him about the human girl's 'infidelity' in order to sow discord between them.

He quickly shook his head in self-denial, "I forgot. If we're talking about jealousy... it's probably An Wei's nature."

"You have to understand, Mammon." Cecilia smiled slyly. "No matter how incompatible Reis, Errol, and Anwei are, they are still one. The fulcrum to pry open the soul sea must be the emotional anchor shared by the three of them."

"So Errol's weakness is still tied to that human." The goat-horned demon didn't ask what the so-called anchor point was, and his voice was rough.

"He was unfaithful to Him," he concluded.

The pink-haired woman on the screen swirled her wine glass and didn't respond.

After a long while, she said, "Beelzebub is not that fast. Why don't you come to the Palace of Joy and have some fun?"

"I'm not interested." Mammon curled his lips.

The intact right half of his face was buried in the shadow, giving people a sense of loneliness.

*

The devil boy's "service" was not as restrictive as Lin Miao's. Most of the time, Ling Yan was telling her about the interesting customs and demons in hell, and occasionally poured her tea and water. The most outrageous thing was just feeding her a few bites of fruit. He knew how to act in moderation very well.

Lin Miao felt sorry for his lustful look and chatted with Ling Yan in a casual manner, occasionally asking some harmless questions, and the blue-haired boy told him everything he knew.

However, as Cecilia's absence lasted longer and longer, Lin Miao inevitably became anxious, and his eyes kept glancing at the box door.

In a three-on-one situation, Errol is bound to suffer a loss. What if... She can't fail in the middle of her mission!

Ling Yan could naturally see that the human lady was distracted. He touched his face, which had won praise from the owner of the Le Palace, and said half jokingly and half depressedly: "Miss Lin, is my appearance really that unattractive?"

Lin Miao was startled and quickly waved his hand: "Sorry, I was just wondering when Lady Cecilia would be back."

"Lady Cecilia's style of action is very erratic. She often acts on impulse, and her moves are completely unpredictable." Facing the human girl who made him feel strangely close, Ling Yan unconsciously expressed his inner thoughts. After coming to his senses, he hurriedly added, "Of course, Lady Cecilia is very powerful and treats her subordinates very well. She is a lord worth following."

"Ling Yan," Lin Miao called out, "I want to know more about Lady Cecilia. Would you be willing to tell me?"

When the human lady solemnly pronounced his name, Ling Yan felt a sense of mission to help her.

He straightened his back, quite proudly: "Of course!"

"Since I arrived at the Palace of Music thirty years ago, besides performing, I've been working alongside Lady Cecilia. Lady Cecilia is proficient in illusion and hypnosis, possesses powerful magical abilities, and is extremely hardworking. She spends most of her time at the Palace practicing or training her subordinates, only finding relief through song, dance, and entertainment when she's exhausted. Every year, she lets us temporarily manage the Palace, leaving her alone for a week or two."

"Although Lady Cecilia appears aggressive and often speaks harshly, she is actually a very tolerant lord. When she's in a bad mood, she'll just lose her temper, but she won't actually harm innocent subordinates, nor will she force unwilling demons to have sex with her."

The devilish boy said seriously, his handsome face flushed slightly, as if to prove something: "She has never touched me."

"I'm...clean."

...Although it is commendable to keep oneself clean, it is meaningless to her whether other people are virgins except the three-headed dog.

She can't use it.

Lin Miao coughed, pretending not to understand the implication: "What about the other three high-level demons, do you know anything about them?"

"I know very little." Ling Yan pursed his lips in disappointment, but quickly recovered. "Lord Beelzebub is a loner who rarely manages his demons. He lives alone in a canyon south of Hell's highest peak. A shielding formation protects him, so no one can detect what's going on inside."

"Lord Mammon, who has a good relationship with Lady Cecilia, controls most of Hell's industries. He travels around collecting bribes year-round, and his whereabouts are cryptic. When Lady Cecilia meets with him, she can only communicate through the Voice Mirror and will not bring anyone else with her."

"As for the three-headed dog Lord Cerberus... I heard he's been guarding the Styx since the war a hundred years ago and hasn't returned to Hell, so I'm even less clear on that."

"So what about the Demon King?" Lin Miao's dark eyes met his gaze steadily, her tone perfectly gentle. She spoke with a simple air of worry and curiosity. "Lady Cecilia just now refused my question... Did it bring up something sad for her?"

Ling Yan opened his mouth and looked at her soft expression which showed she was truly ignorant. He could have refused with just a few words, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the four words "I don't know".

"...She's a taboo for Lady Cecilia. She gets angry whenever she's mentioned," Ling Yan said, sighing. "We privately speculate that perhaps the loss of relevant memories has unsettled the master, who's used to control, or perhaps..."

Perhaps something really happened back then, so that even though Lady Cecilia has lost her memory, she is still subconsciously unwilling to touch upon her former master.

Just as the devil boy was halfway through his words, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open and a pink-haired woman strode in.

Cecilia's white evening gown had been replaced by a tight combat suit covered with armor. Her pretty face was no longer calm, but rather solemn and slightly flustered.

She ignored Ling Yan who was asking her to greet him, and directly grabbed Lin Miao's wrist and pulled her into her arms.

"Listen, Errol had some sort of accident... I think you're the only one who can stabilize him right now."

Lin Miao's breathing became slightly choked, and she immediately forgot about the conversation just now. She hugged Cecilia's shoulders tightly, and her heart was filled with desire to see the object of her mission as soon as possible.

You can try again to gather information, but you only have one chance to survive!

When Lin Miao was taken to the woods outside the castle by Cecilia and saw Errol's current appearance, only one thought remained in her shaky brain -

If her strategy failed, she would definitely drag the three of them to the rooftop and die together in despair.

The demon's body was suspended in the air, surrounded by a black mist as thick as tar. It looked like tentacles wrapped around his limbs, and strands of it penetrated into his brows. His long black and red hair fluttered in all directions, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was full of unbearable pain, bloody lines burst out on his cheeks, and his facial features were distorted.

However, the fierce and blazing hellfire continued to surge out from his body, sweeping indiscriminately in all directions.

In front of him on the right was a man in a black robe half-kneeling, barely supporting himself with the help of a staff, and seemed to be breathing out more than breathing in; while on the left was a white-haired demon holding a sickle, forming a seal with one hand, and his magic power was also pouring out, forming an invisible barrier to resist the raging flames.

The barrier was already cracked, and no matter how much power was poured into it, the cracks only grew larger. A few sparks flew out, instantly burning a large area of ​​grass.

Lin Miao was sure that once Mammon could no longer hold on and Errol's power would overflow, the hellfire, without a nemesis, would inevitably burn down the entire forest, affecting Cecilia's castle and even the entire hell.

And after that...

"Erol will die from the backlash of the hellfire and the depletion of his magic core."

Cecilia said coldly, raised her hand, and a pink beam of light melted into Mammon's barrier and began to repair the cracks.

Exploded to death... Lin Miao bought a house when he was 25 years old.

Her defense was broken.

She didn't even have the energy to ask what they had done. She just asked in a very calm tone: "What can I do?"

"Beelzebub misjudged the strength of the seal on Errol's memory. The magical weapon collided with his already shattered soul sea, unexpectedly triggering the demon's defense mechanism. The magic core within his body maddened his consciousness, taking over his dominant power." Cecilia's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. She spoke rapidly, "You must first approach him, then awaken his sanity."

“Or, simply let his consciousness fall into hibernation.

Dormant? Lin Miao's eyes lit up.

She knew what to do.

"I'll help you..." approaching him.

Before Cecilia could finish her words, the human lady ran straight towards Errol, crossed the barrier, and without fear of the raging fire, she embraced the mad dog in the thick fog of red flames, gold and darkness.

Activate skill - "All things stop fighting"

The three-headed dog, scorched by the high temperature, touched the girl's cool body. The sweet breath that penetrated into his bones made his chaotic brain clear for a moment.

——It’s his human.

The flames that were still splattering everywhere seemed to have gained some consciousness, and they avoided Lin Miao obediently and continued to fiercely aim at Mammon's barrier;

Errol buried his head in the crook of her neck gently, rubbing it carefully again and again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Activate skill - "Entering the Dream and Knowing the Mind"