It was Panda's idea to capture the defeated puppet alive.

In fact, he really didn't think about anything else, he just felt that these people were a little pitiful. If it can be saved, it is better to try to save it.

If it is a normal battle, this kind of approach is naturally a Virgin Mary who sacrifices himself and saves others. However, a battle with all traversers on one side cannot be regarded as a "normal battle" - in fact, the traversers don't care how many times they die, on the contrary, they may be able to capture a few legendary subordinates and make them very excited, whether it is Those who fought and arrested were still busy with sealing, and no one complained, on the contrary, they were all full of energy.

Amid the chaos, Alice walked to the front line of the battlefield.

"Go back quickly, it's dangerous here!" Yuneruo noticed her and persuaded her loudly, "I think your doll is not cheap, it's a pity to break it!"

Alice smiled: "Don't worry, no problem."

As she continued to move forward, she walked through the fierce battlefield lightly. But strangely, she didn't take a single move, as if all the attacks had avoided her.

Then, she easily passed through the front line and walked towards the back line of the pollution puppets.

Panda and others frowned, worried that she would be set on fire. But they immediately discovered that the monsters had no intention of attacking Alice at all-they seemed to think that Alice did not exist at all, and even Alice walked leisurely no more than five meters away from them, and they did not respond.

"How is this going?"

"Are those pollution puppets all interstellar players, the kind that the enemy can't see even close at hand?"

"Is this doll with passive invisibility?"

During the discussion, Tuhao Wang suddenly said thoughtfully, "I remember... Alice's rank seems to be very high, right?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they understood what he meant.

In the devil's world, "rank" is an insurmountable moat. Although Alice is not strong, her rank is ridiculously high - she is one of the commanders of **** demons and the holder of the "Ghost King" Beelzebub. It is the top, and it can't be higher.

If she can really use the power of her rank freely, even if it is only a little bit, she can suppress the pollution puppets made by these devils to death, of course, there is no need to worry about being attacked.

Thinking of this, Panda couldn't help but say on the chat channel, "Alice, can you subdue these guys?"

"I can just kill them, do I need to?" Alice replied.

"Forget it!" Before Panda could answer, someone rushed to speak, "Is it okay to catch it alive?"

"Sorry, this is like cutting shredded tofu for me, it's too difficult, the key is that I haven't practiced it specifically - if you don't mind these guys being killed by me, I can practice it on the spot, maybe two or three. After ten, you can have a success rate of about 50%."

"...That's fine, you can do it yourself."

After some conversation, Alice had passed by the pollution puppets who were constantly shooting arrows or casting spells, and disappeared at the other end of the hall.

After passing through this wide hall, the next road is winding, but there is only one road, and there are no longer any forks. Only as the spiral-shaped passage came to an end, she saw a few more forks.

Taking advantage of the blood-colored light on the stone walls on both sides, she looked up and saw the house number in Devil's Language.

"Warehouses, bedrooms, research institutes... Why does Norman Speak have to write a house number in his own home? And he also uses demonic language... Where is he from OCD? Or does the painting style become homesick A wanderer?"

Alice sarcastically walked to the "bedroom" first.

Walking through a passage, she saw a bedroom full of hellish style - the boiling magma pool was constantly steaming with sulfur steam, the disk of flesh and blood should be the bed, and among the sharp stalagmites, several plants were opening their mouths The drooling demon plants don't seem to have much spirit, probably because they are not suitable for the human environment.

I don't know how much Norman Speak spent to build such a hell-like house in the world.

Alice watched for a while, shook her head, and turned away.

"Poor! There's nothing rare in this house!" she said to herself.

Then, she went to the warehouse again.

This time, she was even more dissatisfied. There were actually quite a lot of things in the warehouse, but almost all of them were used by "Magicians".

"Isn't this poor guy going to use up all the special materials he can get?" She frowned, looking at the dazzling treasures in front of her, thinking of the humble "hell bedroom" just now, "I want to make it in the world. So a room is really not easy... Damn it! If you wait for the version of heaven and **** to open, those **** resources can be easily obtained, and doing this kind of thing now is a complete waste!"

Alice, who already sees Norman Speak's wealth as her trophy, is dissatisfied.

After complaining, she walked towards the institute.

This time, she saw the person she was looking for.

A figure wearing a heavy robe was standing beside the blood pool. In the tumbling bubbles in the blood pool, the body of a young man who didn't even wear underwear was heavy and he looked like it was cooked meat.

"You really make me look good!" Alice didn't mean to play "covert operations" and said directly, "Norman Speak, the sin of wasting my time is very serious!"

Speke was concentrating on controlling the blood pool and carefully adjusting Brave Sellers' transformation program when he suddenly heard the voice of the little girl who had just talked to him through the eyes of nothingness. At the same time, each hand released a spell, a dark green magic arrow and a dozen purple light **** whizzed away, directly catching Alice.

In the face of the aggressive attack, Alice didn't even bother to dodge, and a sulphurous breath rose from her body, and she saw a circle of magic shields emerge, blocking all these attacks.

Speke was startled, and hurriedly chanted a spell, the wind swirled around him, and the power of magic was continuously condensed in the runes raised by his hands, and it was about to turn into an extremely powerful spell.

"Norman Speak! Your stupidity is beyond the sky!" Alice spoke again, her voice full of anger, "How long do you want to waste my time?"

Only then did Speak come back to his senses - there is only one enemy, and it doesn't look that strong, but the breath is a bit strange, not like a legendary mage in the world, but like... a kind of hell.

He paused the spell, stood up vigilantly, and dropped his robe, revealing the disguise of an old scholar, and asked tentatively, "You... also come from hell?"

Alice sighed, showing helplessness: "Isn't there anything in your eyes, nose, and ears that works just as well?"

As she spoke, a strange symbol appeared on her forehead.

It was a serrated sword wrapped in twin snakes.

Seeing this symbol, Norman Speak was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and wiped his eyes - he was a little doubtful that he had lived in an unsuitable environment for too long and damaged his eyesight.

However, the shadow at Alice's feet then slowly stood up, turning into a tall, strange human figure with a crown on its head and two pairs of transparent wings on its back.

Norman Speak's body froze, not daring to move.

The human figure transformed from the shadow also did not move, but the symbol of double snakes wrapped around a serrated sword gradually appeared on the chest.

As the symbol was finally clear, its head suddenly lit up, and two bright red and strange compound eyes appeared, which together took up about half of the face.

"Norman Speak." The deep voice came from nowhere, "You are so arrogant! You dared to pretend not to recognize me just now..."

The devil woke up suddenly, screamed, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground.