>... This war has always been seen by the two devil kings. (AihonGwenxuom, Rainbow Literature Network)

The earth-shattering battle, for these two, is probably just the same level as the fight of the children, but it is obvious that one of the devil has a lot of resentment for this fight.

"Sister Bellier!"

The real queen of the Roger Prairie, Andalil, the demon who manipulated countless monsters, increased his tone and complained to a butterfly Loli beside him.

"Is there something?" This butterfly loli made the whole **** frightened, and the big devil Bailier whose prestige is far above Andalil, at this time, she blinked watery innocent eyes, her face Pretend to be silly.

"What the **** is going on?" Andalil asked, taking a deep breath and pressing down his grumpy temper.

After a long period of contemplation, Belial looked at the distance and lamented: "Life is wonderful because of change."

These words, this muzzle, this look, pretends to be like a third-rate advertising line, and Andariel naturally cannot agree.

"Sister Bellier, please be serious, we are facing an increasingly mature enemy." She tried to persuade the elder sister to make her realize the seriousness of the matter.

"I have always been serious."

"Liar less, listen to me at the beginning. Adding some offensive force will not be the end now." Andalil pointed to the broken battlefield in front of him.

"But in that way, the Angels will not sit idly by. I'm trying very hard to control this limit." Bellir shook his little cute finger, said.

For example, if the strength of **** is 10. Then angel clan will also send 10 troops. Once **** strength is increased to 20, angel clan will also be reinforced to 20, so how to control the force at the critical point of 19 is a very deep knowledge, because only the four demon kings The strength has not been able to shake the entire angel family.

Be able to master the psychology and bottom line of the Angel family, and can control the force at 19.29, 39, etc. every time. Bailier, who caused the most pressure on the Roger camp, can’t say that she didn’t do it seriously. live.

"Although you can't deny your calculations, why did the result turn out to be like this?" Andalil asked, relieved.

"Xiao An'er, I am not a panacea, nor can I anticipate this situation. Unexpectedly, our enemy will act in such a crazy way that other people are dead, and fortunately, they have made progress and improved. Strength, this is God’s preference and protection for him. I can’t blame me.” Belial looked at his sister a little aggrieved.

"I don't think you have any intention to deal with him, my sister, and your doppelganger last time." Andalil didn't believe it. This talented and elder sister, who once teased the three demon gods in her palm, , Will repeatedly make mistakes in the hands of a little human.

"Protest, Xiao An'er, I'm going to protest!" After hearing this, Bellil swelled in disbelief.

"Don't I have to spend a lot of time on the last avatar to come to power? This time, in order to avoid the enemies comprehending more power, I also let your little toys go crazy, and if I am lucky, I might kill the enemy. No matter how bad it is, it can cause some damage to the league. How can Xiao An'er say that I didn't care? I didn't expect you to treat me like this. It really hurts my sister."

With that, his face was still covered by something serious, and he sat down on the ground. Two tears of grievances squeezed out from the corner of his eyes. The white, tender little hand wiped it away.

"I know, I'm bad, misunderstood you, Sister Bellier."

Seeing this pair of Bellil, Andalil was also helpless. On eloquence, she had a hundred mouths on her body, but she couldn't beat Bellil.

"That's right." Belial immediately stood up and smiled brightly.

"However, I still don’t understand that the disobedient waste, even if it’s a waste, is still a devil. There is still some value in use. Why does the sister give up easily? If so, why did you have to work hard at the beginning? Make it." Andalil asked curiously.

It was not so easy to create this monster-level waste skeleton, even if it was Bailier, it took a lot of effort, and recalled that it was a lot of trouble to do some extra things.

Andalil recalled a certain experience ten thousand years ago.

At that time, the **** family unexpectedly captured a large area of ​​the dark continent. Of course, the main thing is the territory of humans and some weak races. The rest is like the elves. Multi-line combat is still a bit difficult. As for the mermaids in the deep sea, don’t leave It is the strength of the king of the mermaids that can be easily extinguished by the strength of the mermaid.

I chose humans because this race was notorious in the dark continent at that time. For example, the elves and dwarves did not provide assistance. They had to say that this was a good move.

Under the leadership of the three demon gods and the seven demon kings, the key attack achieved great results. Although humans were decadent at the time, there were still many good hands. For example, this skull was the head of the human papal during his lifetime. One, the strength is quite good. At that time, he used tactics of the sea of ​​people, and besieged for a few days and nights. The corpses of his men all piled up into hills before they were tired.

Then, her elder sister, Bellir, did a few things that made her quite puzzled.

The first is to imprison his soul, and then extract the bones of the other party.

That’s right, it’s tough, peeling off the skin of the other party. While continuing the other party’s life and retaining the sense of pain, the whole bone was taken out in blood, and the cruelty even Andalier was shocking. Bellier, who did this kind of thing with a pure smile, reminded her so far. Still a cool whizz.

It’s enough to stop here. You can use this kind of torture as a punishment for slaughtering the other party. But then, Bailier did a few puzzling things.

She used another bone to fill the flesh and blood that had lost support. The captain's soul was imprisoned inside, and her daughter, a ghost, was sealed under the cathedral.

And the bones of the soul that have been extracted and lost have been made into this waste skeleton.

If you just want to make a strong man, wouldn’t it be more convenient to use the body of the regimental leader and refining it together with the soul? Excellent flesh and blood, excellent soul. Coupled with the excellent bones extracted, if you keep all of this and pay the same amount of effort, you can create an undead monster with the same skills, wisdom, and strength as you did during your lifetime. It may even fill the vacancies of the other three demon kings who died.

At first, it was the seven demon kings, not the four demon kings now.

Why do you want to turn around and do extravagant things that are not thankful? Andalil feels that Bellil must have his deep meaning and calculations. I didn't even think about it, but now I can't help asking if she sees her let the skeleton explode so simply.

"Actually, his bones were extracted by me, and his soul was sealed in the cathedral. This bone should have no residual soul and consciousness, right, Xiao An'er?"

With his little hands on his back, Belial gently flapped the beautiful butterfly wings, with a naive smile, and answered the questions he asked.

"Of course, why should I ask such a question?" Andalil looked at each other puzzled.

"But, don't you think it's weird?" Bellir seemed excited, saying she was waiting for her.

"Don't you feel weird about the behavior of our little toys? If there is really no soul and consciousness left in the living body, why would he wait and wait, and then let the other party come over on the battlefield?"

"This..." Andalil opened his mouth.

"So, this is a good experimental result, that is-some things, even if the soul is lost, will be imprinted in the bone, Xiao An'er, what do you think?"

Andalier heard this, his pupils slammed and stared at each other: "Sister Bellil, are you deliberately making me angry?"

"Oh, oh, of course not, just a coincidence. Coincidentally, although I used to do this layout, but there were too many variables, I did not expect that the script as I wished really happened. Ten thousand years passed, and I almost forgot. This is the case."

Seeing that the grumpy sister was irritated, Belil quickly smiled to please and beg for mercy, and then turned his gaze back to the battlefield, revealing an intoxicated look.

"Whether it is the daughter who sang the 10,000-year hymn in order to redeem his father underground, or the father who etched his feelings for the daughter and the promise in his heart, it is so touching. This is the best in recent years. Material."

"Just for such useless material, did you waste your energy, or even plan to wait for tens of thousands of years?" Andalier could not help but roar angrily.

"Of course it's worth it." Looking at the furious Andalil, Bellil smiled indifferently, his eyes slightly a little deep.

"Xiao An'er, you are still young and don't understand the loneliness brought about by time. For me, a good script, a true feeling that touches your heart, is far more important than conquering this world."

As if to embrace the entire dark continent, Bellil opened a pair of small hands, his eyes intoxicated and crazy.

"I want to turn this place into my stage, get the materials I want here, perform the script I made, my power, unreal and real interpretation, it was born for this purpose, I want more More feelings, to make up for the emptiness of the years, humans, this kind of emotional rich creatures, are the best raw materials."

"The elder sister has always only had tragic feelings." Andalier gave him a deep look.

"That's because tragedies tend to be more profound and more touching than comedies, with a long aftertaste, tragedies produce more feelings, sorrow, anger, hatred, fear, can make people fall, or self-improvement, thus producing more unpredictable script material, It’s even more enjoyable to me. Comedy words...too dull."

Belial smiled faintly, as if discussing how to put together the building blocks in front of him, without the slightest emotional fluctuations deep in his eyes.

"I can’t understand my sister’s thoughts. I don’t plan to understand. I have my goal, which is to occupy the dark continent. Let human beings become slaves of our hell, if the sister doesn’t plan to help, I won’t force it. I will Act according to your own ideas."

There is no way to think of such an alternative sister, Andalier sighed and said seriously.

"Also, Xiao An'er hates humanity very much." Belial pursed his lips and smiled softly.

"Relax, actually our goals don't conflict, do we?"

"But I can't plan for a small matter like my sister for thousands of years. I'm in a hurry." Andalil shook his head.

"Really, the soup will be simmered for a long time, the taste will be full."

Belial recently made a goulash soup from the projection crystal of a fool devil, and he was not tired of it. Even the analogy used the word soup.

"I don't like soup." Thinking of this, Andalil rolled his eyes angrily. It was all the fool Azmodan's fault.

"No way, since Xiao An'er is so anxious, let me go through the drama a little bit, my next plan..."

With that, Bellil fluttered butterfly wings. Sitting on Andalil's shoulder, the attached ear whispered to her.

"Really?" After hearing it, Andalil's eyes lit up.

"Why, doubt my plan?"

"Of course not. When did Sister Beller fail to do something? If so, I will wait and see."

I didn't know what the plan was, so Andalil suddenly became cloudy and smiled.

"It's not too late, I'll prepare now."

With that said, she couldn't even wait for Belial to speak, and then turned away, her huge body disappearing into the void.

"It's really anxious, the plan is not now, and some more time is needed." Looking at such a sister, Beller shook his head.

Soup, but it takes a long time to stew, and it is not the time to open the lid.

She chuckled lightly and said to herself.

A person's script is really boring, and there are more assistants. Isn't there a saying for human beings? A good guy and three gangs, although vulgar, are quite appropriate.

but……

I originally thought that this time the material of the script containing coincidences, even miracles, was enough to rejoice, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect to find something more interesting.

Bellier's clear eyes cast into the distance, passing through a space, and the scenery reflected in those pupils was constantly changing.

Finally, it was fixed on the top of the mage tower of the Mage Guild in Camp Roger.

A girl's face clearly occupied the center of her pupils.

For a long time, she murmured lightly.

Turns out, you are here...

Another "me".

"Who?!" It seemed like a terrible nightmare~ lightnovelpub.net~ I woke up and jumped out of bed.

Then, lying down again in an embarrassed posture where the evil dog poops feces.

Pain pain pain pain pain! ! !

This is not the first time I have experienced this kind of body-breaking pain. This is a sequelae of complete rage, and I am very lucky to wake up.

My wide-eyed eyes recalled what happened before. Now, all my body is sore except for the eyes. I don't want to move anywhere.

"Brother Wu, are you awake?" Lin Ya, who was soft in her face, bounced me and lay down on her body, re-covering the quilt.

"Don't move for a while, Grandma said. Aftermath of complete violentness, even Brother Wu, it will take a few more days to get up."

"Sorry, Linya, worry about you."

Looking at the traces on the edge of the bed, I know that during this comatose time, Linya has been waiting to take care of herself...to be continued) RQ