Chapter 557 Fate is always on his side
In the hearts of the devils in the second level of hell, the clerk always keeps his emotions to himself. He is kinder than ordinary devils, but only because he does not like to use torture. He prefers quick and clean executions.
No one dared to be disrespectful in front of the clerk. Once, a guard of the Iron Fortress yawned in front of him, and his head was thrown into the hellhound kennel that day, and his body was chopped up and fed to the dogs.
But now this lustful demon swept away all the documents on the table, and the blood from the wound even stained a large area of the table.
"Paruliel, if you want revenge, go ahead and do it yourself. I'm working for Grand Duke Dispater and don't have time to dwell on the past of the mortal age. Salvador? If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten the name."
Parulil looked into the eyes of the clerk and said disdainfully: "Do you think you are a true god because you have obtained the power of hell? That is just a piece of bone given to you by Dispater. Do you naively think that this power belongs to you? You can't even block my mind detection..."
Parulil moved closer, her hot breath spraying on the clerk's face.
"I sense that you are afraid. Even though you knew that person was right in front of you and that he was inviting us to seek revenge, you still didn't dare. It seems that you really lost miserably at the beginning."
Two streaks of blood flew out from the clerk's eyes and turned into sharp blades that slashed towards Paruliel, but this blow that was powerful enough to tear apart space was easily dodged by this lustful beauty.
"Hehe, you're getting anxious. But I can even sneak into the Iron Fortress, so will your boring sneak attack be useful? Your divine power is borrowed, but mine is not, right?"
Parulil's words were like a knife piercing the secretary's heart, but He had no way of denying it. He didn't even dare to get too excited. Instead, He tried to calm down and prevent his brain from producing too many emotions.
Because the clerk knew very well that the lustful demon in front of him relied on other people's emotions for strength.
The more excited you are, the more excited this woman will be.
This is a complete lunatic, and perhaps he should not have had anything to do with her from the beginning.
Parulil also noticed the change in the secretary, and immediately said with disdain: "It's boring, you are such a boring man. Have you really given up completely? Obviously, you are the god, and he is just a mortal until now."
The secretary had completely regained his composure and said calmly, "Yes, in that case, why bother with a mortal? It would be ridiculous for a billionaire to remember every day that someone stole a coin when he was a child. Parulil, the reason you came to me is because you don't have the confidence to complete your revenge alone, right?"
Paruliel frowned. These words also pierced his heart deeply, making him very uncomfortable.
The clerk did not continue to mock him, but simply said: "You and I are no longer mortals, Paruliel, do something that is in line with your status. Besides, the goddess of fate has always been on his side, and you should know this better than me."
"hehe."
Paruliel sneered, and a soul coin appeared when she flipped her palm.
"You said the goddess of fate is on his side, so let fate guide me. If the tail is facing upwards, I will give up everything and become his servant, crawling at his feet forever. If the front is facing upwards, I will use up my life to take revenge on him until one of us is completely destroyed."
The soul coin spun flexibly between Parulil's fingers, and the outline of the wailing soul on it was particularly clear under the firelight. Parulil played with the soul coin in her hand and asked the clerk, "Salvatore, do you want to gamble too?"
The clerk said coldly: "The front and back are all under your control, is this a gamble? Besides, it's either slavery or mortal enemy, I'm not as extreme as you."
With Paruliel's dexterity, let alone one soul coin, even if she threw out a hundred soul coins at the same time, whichever side she wanted would be facing up would be facing up. It had nothing to do with fate, she was just making up an excuse.
Parulil gave a playful smile and said, "You are right, but why should I take the initiative to control the positive and negative?"
Paruliel flicked her thumb and the Soul Coin spun and flew to the ceiling.
After a crisp collision sound, the soul coin was bounced back to the wall next to it, and it bounced back with a jingling sound for more than ten times. Finally, when it was on the verge of breaking, the soul coin finally flew back into Paruliel's hands.
Parulil held the soul coin and said to the clerk again, "Well, it's not too late to place a bet now."
The clerk shook his head firmly and said, "Don't bother me. I have already let go of the grudges of mortals. This is your own obsession. Why drag me into it?"
Parulil said with a look of regret: "What a pity. I wanted to let you know the result of the bet. Those who dare not bet are not qualified to see the final result."
Paruliel exerted a little force with her palm and crushed the soul coin. After a shrill wail, dozens of broken soul fragments flew out and finally dissipated into nothingness.
Paruliel's figure slowly merged into the darkness and eventually disappeared completely.
The clerk looked at the place where the shadow disappeared, and couldn't help but feel a little curious. Although this bet was not important to him, if the tail side really faced up, would this crazy woman really be willing to be a slave to that person? The moment she grabbed the soul coin again, the woman felt the pattern on it, and she should have known the answer long ago. The reason why she didn't show it was because she wanted to default on her debt?
It is actually possible. After all, the goddess of fate always stands behind that guy.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The clerk was silent for a long time, then said to the shadow: "Paluril, I wish you good luck."
After saying this, the clerk waved his hand, and the scattered documents flew back to their original places. Even the bloodstains left by Parulil disappeared, as if the woman had never appeared.
The shadow left the Iron Fortress along the same path it came from, and this time it did not trigger any alarms.
After leaving this magnificent fortress, Paruliel reappeared, and this time He was intact, and the wound on His shoulder that was deep enough to see the bone had disappeared.
This is the power of the gods. It is difficult for ordinary power to cause fatal injuries to the gods. The same is true for the quasi-divine power of the Grand Duke of Hell.
Parulil took out a delicate makeup mirror from her bosom and gently opened it with her finger. The magic mirror interface immediately appeared on the screen. This was a magic mirror made by Parulil herself. It looked very delicate, but its functions were no different.
Paruliel slid her finger across the magic mirror and discovered that in addition to the functions of storing and withdrawing soul coins and spending money to cast spells, there were several other special icons.
"A new function? This is a 3D map. You can earn soul coins by completing the map? What is this? Paying for information? And novels?"
Paruliel studied the new functions of the magic mirror and became fascinated by it. She almost paid for a novel on it.
Closing the magic mirror and storing it in another dimension, Paruriel couldn't help but sigh: "Arthas, you are always so interesting. Why did you have to go against me in the first place? Now you are still a mortal, and I am already a god. Will fate still be on your side this time?"
(End of this chapter)