The scorched land and the yellow sand all over it seemed calm but full of invisible murderous intent. Om is like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey, as if it will attack in the next moment.

There is no daylight in the Demon Realm, and the strange blood moon hanging on the gloomy sky is particularly ominous. The black gravel that was rising with the wind hit his face with fiery pain.

In the harsh environment, a group of demons with horns looked unkind and somewhat greedily at the two people who were walking towards them.

"It's a human race!" "Living human beings"

There will never exist creatures other than the Dark Race in the Demon Realm. As for the fragile human race, it is even more impossible.

But now, there was a vivid breath from there, and a lot of light elements that they hated. Although I don't know how the two human races came to the devil world where only the dark races survived, this did not prevent them from having a meal.

The two were tall and short, one with silver hair and gold eyes was taller, and the other with blond hair and gold eyes was shorter. The demons looked at the rare human race in front of them, wondering where to speak.

They discussed directly without restraint--

"I want that human leg." "I think the heart is good." "The brain is mine!"

The silver-haired man looked indifferent, and when he didn't see any movement, the demons before him turned into sand sculptures, which were taken away by the breeze.

"Clarence, are you okay?" Orlando hugged his lover and asked concerned.

There was a slight smell of rust in the air, and Miao Anjun frowned and his face was pale. Since entering the demon realm, he felt uncomfortable. The pervasive demonic energy crazily wanted to corrode his body and make him degenerate.

Orlando arranged a barrier around him, but even if the barrier resisted the erosion of the devilish energy, it still made Miao Anjun feel very uncomfortable. It feels like an extreme hypoxia in the brain, very uncomfortable. Standing on the continent of the Demon Realm, both physical strength and magical power were being consumed more quickly than usual.

"It's okay." Miao Anjun took a few deep breaths, and shook his head at Orlando. It's just that I'm not used to it, there is no big problem.

"Going forward should be the holy city of the demons." Orlando knew that the lover was unwell at the moment, but he didn't break it. If it weren't for the teleportation formation in the devil world, how could he take his lover on foot?

However, he has a way to speed up. om Since the black armored monitor lizard can already be seen here, it should not be far away from the holy city of the demons.

"Clarence, hold on to me." Orlando said, changing back to the original. He grabbed Miao Anjun's back collar and threw him on his back. Spreading its wings and advancing at an incredible speed, it caused a hurricane.

Miao Anyun hugged her lover's neck tightly to prevent herself from being blown off by the wind, and the rough gravel was isolated from the protective cover.

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The man with black hair and purple eyes crossed his legs and was sitting lazily on the throne. His evil and handsome face was slightly interested. He was holding a glass of wine and watching the demons dancing below.

Those dancers dressed revealingly, with charming eyes and enchanting dancing posture, all made people feel that there was an evil fire burning in the lower abdomen.

Ignatius enjoyed it. As the demon king of the demons, he had no action after giving the order to attack the mainland. He stayed peacefully in the Demon Palace, singing and dancing every day.

No matter how wonderful the dance is, it will be boring to watch for a long time. Ignaz looked away boredly, somehow, suddenly remembered about Ella.

Before he happened to see a little beauty of the elven race full of twisted darkness in his heart, so he hooked up on a whim. As a result, the beauty clearly did not reject the darkness at all, but refused him time and time again.

Such a contradictory soul, if it is completely blackened, it will be beautiful, right?

Probably it was the evil taste of the devil. After being rejected repeatedly by the little beauty, Ignaz didn't give up. On the contrary, he felt that this little beauty was not the same as all the beauties he had seen before, and Ignaz, who was aroused by interest, bewildered the little beauty quite patiently.

I thought I had to spend more time, but the little beauty suddenly agreed. Ignaz, who was in a good mood, directly lent his power to the little beauty, which was just a reward for pleasing him. After all, it was an enviable thing to be able to sign a contract with the Demon King. It's a pity that I met a difficult guy.

A while ago, the elf was caught by that guy. Even after two worlds, Ignaz could feel the oppression that man brought. Ignaz has always been very knowledgeable about current affairs. He didn't need to offend a strong man for that little elf. This level is no less than him.

He has never done anything thankless.

It's just a pity, that little beauty of the elves. It's rare to find such a pleasant toy in a long time. Ignaz felt a little regretful, and drank all the wine in the glass.

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Speaking of it, the guarded knight seems to be quite good, and is his favorite type. It's just that there is that man, he will never succeed in robbing someone. Ignaz can only give up.

Looking at the dancing skirts of the dancers and thinking about it, Ignaz, who only felt tired the more he listened to the tune, waved his hand and motioned them to retreat.

"You go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Demon Dancer boldly cast a wink at Ignaz. Seeing Ignaz's lack of interest, she retreated obediently.

Sitting on the throne of bones with his head propped on his hands, Ignaz was worried about what he would use to pass the time next, and could not help but sigh.

Where should he go to have fun next?

"Boom!!" There was a loud noise not far away.

Ignaz looked up and saw that a big hole was punched in his dark palace. A silver-white dragon flew in, carrying a person he knew very well.

As soon as Yinlong landed, Miao Anjun jumped off him. Subsequently, Yinlong turned into a human form.

"Devil Ignaz." The man's cold voice echoed in the empty palace.

Hearing his voice, Ignaz shivered subconsciously for some reason. I always feel that someone called him that way a long time ago.

Miao Anjun looked up at the man sitting on the Skeleton Throne. The man had a handsome face with a frivolous smile. Those enchanting purple eyes seemed to be watching them extremely tenderly.

Orlando narrowed his eyes, and it really was this guy. Without saying much, he drew out the rapier hanging from his waist and pierced towards the throne.

"It's really rude, why do you want to fight and kill?" The dark demon behind Ignaz spread out, his hands ringed his chest, looking helpless. He easily avoided Orlando's attack, the silence stabbed by the rapier was just the throne. Under this sword, the pale throne was torn apart without any pause. The next moment, it was automatically repaired because of the engraved repair spell.

Ignaz fell back to the throne lightly, with Erlang's legs tilted, as if not paying attention to Orlando's attack at all.

After probing for a while, Orlando started to move for real. The powerful force spread and Ignaz changed his face. Miao Anjun on the side was a nanny who was completely reduced to paddling water and soy sauce.

Ignaz felt a familiar breath in this bottomless torrent of power like the sea. That, frightening breath.

Ignaz, who was sitting on the throne, sprang up like burning eyebrows.

"Wait!" His voice was sharp, no longer the breeze before. As if seeing something terrifying, his pupils suddenly enlarged.

Orlando seemed to have not heard his voice, and gently swung down the sword in his hand. Ignaz hid away as if he had expected it, but the sharp sword aura still pierced his dark black clothing.

"You are the Dragon God!" He evaded the attack in embarrassment, a long and thin blood stain appeared on his face, still bleeding. Ignaz didn't care at all. He stared at Orlando, for fear of missing his reaction.

There was no wave on Orlando's face, and the sword in his hand was chopped down over and over again, but it seemed like it was intentional. Every time I was slow to take that shot, Ignaz barely avoided the attack.

Miao Anjun frowned when she heard this strange title. It seemed that Orlando seemed to be hiding something from him. However, the most important thing now is to push to the devil. Miao Anjun took back the doubts in his heart.

Ignaz could not even have the idea of ​​resisting. The fear of these gods about the word Dragon God is too deep-rooted.

He barely dodges Orlando's offensive and caught a gap. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly released his own pressure. The coercion belonging to the gods cannot be resisted except for the gods who also have the godhead.

Orlando's attack speed slowed down.

"You are not fused with Godhead!" Ignaz suddenly felt wrong, and he called out loudly.

If it were a dragon **** in a complete state, he would definitely not even dare to have a temptation mind. But now a dragon **** who has not yet integrated his godhead, he has the ability to fight against it. Although I don't know why the Dragon God didn't integrate the godhead, this is an excellent opportunity for him!

As long as he can take the opportunity to kill the dragon **** and seize his godhead, then he will become the only master in this world!

The ambitious Ignaz suddenly froze, and he touched his neck in horror. Purple-gold blood burst out, and the darkness plunged in front of him.