Is it scary?
Yes, that's terrible.
The arrogance of the strong is always so incomprehensible.
Some people feel despair after seeing such a gap, while others are inspired to fight.
Karan is the latter type of person.
She silently thought about the sage she had just seen, and also about the Flame Demon Queen who descended from the sky with a rain of fire, and gradually clenched her fists.
The strong.
The desire to become a truly powerful person who can determine his own destiny has never been clearer than at this moment.
"One day, I will have all of this."
I will eventually become king.
One day!
But before that, there are still many things that need to be addressed.
Looking back at the passage behind him, he realized that the succubus recorder Lily had already run away, and now he was truly all alone.
At the entrance to the Third Hell, apart from himself and the lifeless cocoon behind him, there was no other life.
"call……"
With his tense mind relaxing, Kalan slowly exhaled as he looked at the mess scattered across the Third Hellfire.
Despite many unexpected events along the way, the mission was eventually completed.
The timing of the Flame Demon Queen's issuance of this mission was too unusual, leaving Karan no time to prepare.
Given the initial situation of being isolated and helpless, Karan doesn't believe that no one was behind it all.
"You guys did a great job...really great!"
With a wide grin revealing sharp teeth, Kalan exuded an aura of brutality.
Such a unified control over one's subordinates shows how united one's brothers and sisters truly are.
A fierce glint flashed in Karan's eyes; she hadn't forgotten what some people had done.
She was cautious and timid in the presence of wise men, but she was never the type to remain silent and submissive even when she was being beaten.
"So... who is behind this? There aren't many people with brains who are willing to do this kind of thing."
Who could it be?
Which brother is it?
Demons are generally not good at such schemes; even high-level demons, who are not unintelligent, prefer to kill directly.
If you think about it this way, then the search scope is greatly narrowed down...
Buzz.
Behind Kalan, the passage leading from the outside into the Third Hell of Fire lit up with a purple light at just the right moment.
Just as criminals enjoy admiring their masterpieces at the crime scene, before Karan could even list all the possibilities, someone else couldn't wait to jump out and show off.
"Kalan! Are you still alive?"
A grating, gruff voice rang out, and a tall figure appeared at the entrance to the passage, seemingly asking casually:
"I heard you were in danger, I'm here to help you!"
A burly minotaur demon, his bare upper body painted with red and white patterns and carrying a huge battle axe on his back, appeared in the Third Hellfire.
"You still... um?"
He looked at the unharmed Kalan in surprise, blinked and looked around in confusion, only to find that the surroundings were quiet and there was no trace of the slave riot.
There wasn't even a trace of blood!
"Oh? Looks like I'm too early. The rioting slaves haven't stormed this place yet?"
Sakala looked at the situation before him and felt something was strange, with a subtle premonition in his heart.
He remembered that he had clearly ordered his men to injure all the guards. How could your computer's slaves be so useless?
They haven't even managed to break through?
"Sakala, what are you doing here?"
With a cold voice, Karan did not launch an attack immediately, and tacitly accepted the other party's guess.
She needs to extract more information from this self-proclaimed intelligent idiot.
Sakarala, a fourth-tier minotaur demon, is one of the offspring of the Firelord Queen and also a brother of Kalan.
Yes, a former "friend".
Unlike his robust, honest appearance, which resembles that of a shaman warrior, this minotaur demon is quite different from his kind, being extremely treacherous and cunning.
He prefers to use "wisdom" to solve problems rather than brute force.
If Karan hadn't suffered a few minor losses at his hands before, he would never have imagined that Sakarara, this minotaur, would resort to such scheming.
However, in Karan's view, his methods were all underhanded and could only be considered petty cleverness.
"Me? Didn't I already say I'm here to help you? Hahaha!"
Let's get going!
The minotaur clenched his fists together, seemingly eager for the battle to begin.
But Karan wasn't buying it. He squinted at Sakala during the performance and said coldly:
"You know that Mother's mission cannot be helped by others. If you really want to help, I don't mind, but you will die."
"However, don't tell such idiotic lies. Your pretense is meaningless to me. I've already seen through your true colors."
Stop pretending, let's just cut ties.
The憨厚 smile on his face vanished, and Sakala looked at Karan, whose expression was no longer concealed, and said in a deep voice:
"...You already knew?"
He revealed a mocking smile, looking at the minotaur with sarcasm, and said sneer:
"Otherwise what? Your acting skills are not even one percent as good as the succubus in the Lava Tavern who tries to seduce people into bed."
You think you can fool people with that image? Forget it.
The difference is too great.
Karan's output continued, she said:
"If you really want to continue, if you can one day break through to the legendary level, I suggest you try to advance to a succubus then. What if you succeed?"
"You minotaur, perhaps you can find the female within yourself."
Although the intention was to extract more information, the other party's appearance at this moment meant that all pretense had been broken, and there was no need for further pretense.
The devil doesn't play those games.
As Sakala spoke, his expression darkened, and anger flared in his large eyes as he glared fiercely at her.
After glaring at Kalan for a long time, the minotaur demon seemed to remember something and suddenly burst into laughter:
"You... no, hahahahaha!"
He reached behind him, took down what had been hanging on the giant axe, and burst into laughter:
"I'm actually here to deliver something for you."
He lifted Lily, who was covered in blood and unconscious, out as if he were pinching a chick.
!
With his eyes narrowed, Karan stared intently at Lily's chest and noticed a slight rise and fall.
Sakala was pleased with Karan's silence. He shook Lily twice and taunted Karan:
"How could you fire your recorder?"
Kalan squinted at the succubus whose wings were clearly broken, and the mastermind behind the almost-fatal attack.
But just before Karan could speak again, she heard a peculiar voice.
Card!
That was the sound of the shell being torn apart from the inside...
From the blood-red cocoon on her back!
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