Ash opened his eyes and saw Death Maniac falling with him.

In the dark deep sea, her ruby ​​eyes were still bright, but Ash could still recognize some differences: compared with Sonia, the eyes of the Death Maniac were deeper, like an abyss, with no clear depth.

She is actually a beauty, but this is nonsense, Sonia is a beautiful girl, and she is also crazy about beauty. But it was difficult for Ash to notice her beauty before, because she was too unique and spoke coldly, which kept people away. Ash didn't dare to look at her for too long.

Only in the quiet deep sea did Ash realize that she was too dazzling to be ignored. Unlike Sonia's flamboyant beauty, Death Maniac was full of an independent temperament. It was not that her beauty was restrained, but that she did not care about other people's opinions. Whether it was clothing, smoking, or tone, she only pursued what she wanted, just like a rose on a cliff. Whether there was anyone appreciating it or not, she would still bloom proudly, and no one was qualified to judge her.

She looked at Ash quietly without saying a word.

Ash didn't like her attitude. He couldn't understand what this woman was thinking. Was she the one who created this situation? Just saying "yes" or "no" would be fine. What does "whatever you think" mean? If he didn't have time to beat her or couldn't beat her, Ash would have wanted to beat her up and teach her a lesson.

If she did it on purpose, then she wanted to force me to sell my heart through this situation, but why did she remind me how to fight? Shouldn't the more she hurt me, the higher her performance would be?

If she didn't mean it, why did she do this to me and make me sell my heart to save my life? At least let me see a little shame, why do you still have an arrogant expression of "thunder and rain are all grace from the king"?

It's so annoying. Ash closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart that Sonia would not become a crazy woman in the future.

He was hit so hard tonight: the Final Five's desire for Aurora's Sorcerer's Manual, the garbage-picking environment of Hell, the Forgotten, memory loss, the trade of minds... just trying to sort out his thoughts would burn his brain, and Vichy, Visser, and Igula were not around, so he could only make his own judgment... but he couldn't even tell whether the only person he could rely on was a friend or an enemy.

After opening your eyes, will the person who appears before you be an evil spirit that you should kill with a sharp sword, or a friend that you can greet with a smile and a hug?

Ash opened his eyes and stared at Death Maniac silently while falling. He then noticed that Death Maniac still had a cigarette in her mouth... Even the sea water could not extinguish her craving for cigarettes.

Death Mad noticed Ash's gaze, she thought for a moment, picked up the half-burned cigarette with her fingers and handed it to Ash.

Ash was slightly stunned, and when he took the cigarette, he was surprised why he did this.

He took a sip and the sea water did not rush into his mouth, but he could not help coughing repeatedly.

It’s too spicy, no wonder the smoke is so pungent... I really don’t get along with this woman.

Ash handed the cigarette back and opened the Aurora's Sorcerer's Manual - "Operator Search". As expected, a search event "Demon King's Advent" appeared on the search interface.

"Search for the 'Devil King' Anniversary Event"

"The probability of obtaining Operator 'Death Mad Sword Princess', limited Operators 'Black and White Witch', 'Eternal Night Silver Lantern', and 'Devil Maid' has been increased↑↑"

"The probability of obtaining limited resources 'Hell's Sky', 'River of Gold', and 'Soul Stone Mound' ↑↑"

"The probability of obtaining the limited-edition costumes 'Maid, the Lord of All Life', 'Silver Lamp, the Ruins of Knowledge', 'Witch, the Multiplayer Game', and 'Sword Princess, the Bride'↑↑"

"Ends at 00:00 on ? month ? day"

Ash ignored the search content and only consumed 3 source crystals for one search. Because he knew that he only needed one time to draw what he wanted... From then on, his search was no longer random, only the operator's shady dealings.

As the blue light lit up on the interface, Ash's ears seemed to ring with the shrill cries of countless wronged souls. The turbid and deep black fog polluted the entire interface, and a strong sense of suffocation tightly gripped his throat. He vaguely guessed what he had drawn. This feeling of oppression... he had experienced it half a year ago.

The dim light gradually spread, blending with the turbid darkness to form a gorgeous elf girl. She was almost naked, except for her underwear, and only wrapped her body with a few purple ribbons. Her snow-white skin formed a strong contrast with the darkness, like a charming white lotus born in the deep darkness.

"Mysterious Demon King"

"Alien: Do you want to devote 25% of your mind to synchronize with the alien?"

The ghost stared at Ash through the interface, her sight penetrated Ash's mind without hindrance, and controlled Ash's actions. When Ash reacted, he had already pressed the option of "different type and same tune".

At the same time, the physical demigod closest to Ash had already rushed over.

Sharp claws, swords, spears, and powerful fists, they blocked all of Ash's escape space, just like sharks encircling a dolphin, biting Ash!

Boom!

All of their attacks hit, severely damaging Ash's body, piercing his flesh and tearing his tendons. A thick blood mist burst out of Ash's body and slowly faded away in the sea water.

However, in the silent deep sea, a sound almost like a groan was heard:

"pain……"

"it hurts……"

“It hurts so much…”

"But it doesn't hurt," the figure wrapped in mist laughed wildly, "How can it be painful?!"

The soul screaming sound waves exploded in all directions along with his laughter, instantly exploding all the sea water within a hundred meters around him. Even though the physical demigods retreated very quickly, they were all shocked by the screaming sound waves and vomited blood and fainted, and some even had their heads exploded!

“Ah, ah…” The man in the mist touched his own body almost narcissistically, not letting go of any inch of skin, and even touching the sensitive parts a few more times, “This is a living body, this is the feeling of being alive… It’s so great, so great hahahahaha!”

"Calm down, there's not much time left to enjoy yourself. I need to make a plan and finish the most important thing first." The man from the mist was so excited that his breathing became shallow and rapid. He held his red face in his hands. "The first thing I need to do is... go back and have some fun at Vichy!"

A gust of snow blew through the ocean, and the returning seawater froze instantly, plunging the entire sea into a cold and desolate area. But the next second, the ice broke completely, and the man of the mist came out, rubbing the souls of several demigods who had just died in his hands.

When the soul was condensed to the size of a light bulb, the man in the mist threw it upwards, and it became a faint blue light source, illuminating the space around the man in the mist and casually creating a dry environment in the sea water.

"It would be a waste if I didn't take a closer look at such a beautiful body." The Man in the Mist stroked his hands in fascination, but when he looked up at the demigods surrounding him, there was only cold contempt on his face.

"Do I have to kill you all," he sighed helplessly, "before I can go back to playing with women?"