The devil doesn't want to seduce you

Regular tremors came from the bottom of the water, slowly filling the entire water area with dense ripples, which were then dispersed by the waterway.

Louis raised his hand and stared at his palm for a while.

It trembled violently, which was caused by the fear engraved in its instinct.The difference in strength made him know that he could not defeat the monster hidden under the water with his own strength, but if he escaped - the water maze with various restrictions here alone was enough to make him at a loss what to do.

The sudden fright might make Louis cry, but this fear from the depths of his genes forced him to calm down.

A sound of roar can make the human soul tremble. Louis' eyes are deep, and the magic power in his body automatically generates the most aggressive magic circle he can think of.

Such a powerful flow of magic power even caused some changes in his form. His horns grew and twisted step by step, and the complicated racial magic lines appeared on his forehead, making Louis at this time even look strange.

His pupils turned into sharp vertical pupils in an instant, and the purple eyes should not have light reflected in such deep waters, but because of the magic power filled in Louis' body, they reflected a glistening light.

The power of demons is beyond comprehension in this world.

The thing at the bottom of the water finally floated up slowly. It was a flat, black piece with no edge visible.Its size was terrifyingly large, and in contrast to such a colossus, it seemed absurd no matter how Luigi, who was like a glutinous rice dumpling, awakened his demon form.

Run away.

The blood in Louis's whole body was boiling, telling him how dangerous this creature is and how he needs to escape from here, but his hands and feet seemed to be frozen, and he could only tremble slightly to show his powerlessness.

He understood that this monster was invincible.

Why...such a monster would sink to the bottom of this water...?

"Your Majesty, I will bring you back as soon as possible."

This time the sound from the deep waters was much clearer, even a little too clear--it was deafening, as if a huge drum was beating in his ear, which made him unable to resist I want to cover my ears.

This voice... seems to come from the monster's body!

Louis froze and continued to stare at the monster.His head is full of doubts, is this a living thing?Or is it not a living thing at all, but a container?Or, is this behemoth a thing of this world?

"Plop", a sticky sound came from top to bottom.Louis looked up and saw that the owner of the pendant he had been obsessed with—Wen Yuan, was swimming towards him anxiously.The other party's white clothes and black hair were floating due to the buoyancy of the water, and the appearance of spreading in all directions did not look messy, but had a strange beauty.

Apparently, Wen Yuan even forgot to cast the hydrophobic spell on himself in his anxiety.He didn't think about it when he was about to get close to Louis, and calmly used the water-repelling spell until he felt a lot dry before carefully approaching Louis.

The water flow accelerated, and some strange passages seemed to be opened around the "monster" under its feet, causing the water flow in the water area to become small "black holes in the sea", as if it wanted to suck everything it encountered into it.

Wen Yuan frowned, glanced at Louis who was still standing there, gritted his teeth and reached out to hug him tightly, and was swallowed by the black hole the next moment.

Is this the monster's body, or is it another world?

Louis woke up slowly, opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a purple moon in the sky.

Demon world?

He trembled slightly, sat up, looked around, and caught sight of Wen Yuan lying beside him still frowning.

Louis ignored him, but stood up on his own, carefully looking around at his position.

On the ground, rows of groups of light spots flickered and surged. This kind of creature, Louis recognized, was some kind of small monster in his original world. It fed on magic power, had a gentle temperament and was not very harmful.

He lowered his head and watched the group of light spots flashing across his body.

Louis blinked, looked to the side somewhat incomprehensibly, and reached out to grab a clump of plants growing there.

His outstretched hand went straight through the small leaves with purple and gold patterns, leaving no trace.

fantasy.

Everything here is an illusion?

The towering palace Louis in the distance is too familiar.

That was the Demon Palace where he lived for thousands of years, where he was born and grew up.At this time, the Devil's Palace looked a little empty, wrapped in gray mist, but the countless demon people who should have existed around them disappeared, as if there was nothing here.

Louis fluttered his wings in confusion, and flew towards the location of the Devil's Palace.

The original smell of vitality disappeared, leaving only the decaying breath of death lingering on the tip of Louis's nose, luring him to investigate.

His palace should not be like this.

The closer he got, the clearer he could see.

Inside the palace, where the black fog is shrouded, these withered breaths are escaping.

"...Simon."

The fortune teller was still kneeling on the ground in a pitch-black robe, and the hood hadn't been removed, but Louis could see clearly that the opponent's hand had turned into a pale bone, and even the lower half of his face that was originally exposed outside the hood—— The nicely contoured jaw—has also become mottled, revealing small pieces of bone.

It's ugly.

Louis curled his lips and called out again: "Simon."

No one responded to him.

He's only been gone for a few months, look what his best fortune-teller has done!

This is the darkest forbidden technique of the entire Demon Race.

Even though he lived in a peaceful age, Louis was still a newborn devil who was familiar with all kinds of black magic.

This forbidden technique uses the flesh and soul of the living as sacrifices, and the power it requires is too powerful. Only the most vicious and resentful soul in the world can guide the opening of this forbidden technique.

Angrily, Louis tried to count the "dead people" around Simon who were continuously supplying him with magic power. Those dead people had already turned into walking corpses, lost their sense of autonomy, and stood there dumbfounded for Simon to ask for.

Apparently...his fortune teller, torn himself apart.

Only a faint trace of soul is left here to guard the original body, so his body will gradually rot.And the remaining souls—

Louis bowed his head and picked up his pendant.

The power in it is like a gentle little beast, caressing his palm.

Is this scene real or fake?

Louis was a little dazed.

Is this an illusion?Or did he inadvertently trigger something that would allow him to see visions of his native world across time and space?

If these sights are real—he's going to hammer Simon's dog's head off when he gets home!

Look, look!He just handed over the Demon Race to Simon to take care of it for a while, and the other party made so many moths.

It will take him a long time to restore the Demon Realm!

unacceptable!

The vicious little guy raised his hand and wanted to punch Simon on the head, but unfortunately this place was just an illusion. His fist went through Simon's hood, and punched the air "solidly".

Louis: "..."

Humph.

The most urgent task is to study how to leave this illusion.In other words, how to leave the water outside.

Wen Yuan in the distance seemed to have woken up, his eyes were a little dazed, and when he saw Louis who tilted his head to observe him, his whole body shivered, and he sat up straight: "I'm here to help you." "Huh?" Louis smiled, still maintaining the form of power awakening when he met the monster just now.Even if his features at this time looked a little scary, it didn't affect the sweetness and beauty of his expression: "Elder, why would you think of coming to help me?"

"I have not heard from you."

Wen Yuan was silent for a few seconds.

It was only after Louis disappeared that he suddenly realized that the source of Louis' power seemed to be different from his own internal force, and he could not help him outside the illusion.

But before he could react, his body had already stepped into the environment, forgetting the anxious shouts of He Lianxue and Shen Tujiu behind him.

Not allowing Louis to be in danger is what he cares most about at this time.

"Thank you for your hard work, elder." Louis continued to smile, he moved closer to Wen Yuan's cold body, and said softly: "Elder, the pendant last time—"

"Here." Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yuan quickly took out the pendant from his sleeve, and handed it over to Louis: "I don't remember where it came from, it seems... I've been carrying it since I was a child."

Difficult.

Louis took a difficult breath, and was about to ask something more, when he was startled by the overwhelming vengeful spirits and shut his mouth.

Those resentful spirits rolled and tangled, and they could almost see the shapeless flesh and bones surging among them, and they rushed straight to Simon, who was kneeling in the devil's palace.

"This……"

"It's part of..."

"……we agreed……"

"trade--"

The hoarse voice made by the mass of wraiths was almost speechless, and Louis struggled to recognize the language, and looked at Simon in surprise.

transaction?

"400 years..."

400 years?

"ka'zudepaus still, want to..."

"How long, how long...?"

Listening to the long list of languages ​​he didn't understand, Louie suddenly realized that it seemed to be Simon's name, spoken in another language he didn't know.

But he actually... understood?

Perhaps, what they speak is not the ancient demon language at all...

"Aren't you waiting too?"

Simon lowered his head, his ossified right hand raised violently, stabbed into his chest, and pulled out a wriggling piece of flesh from it——

Or the heart.

The wraith rushed forward like a wolf, screamed sharply, and released a small part of it as a sacrifice, turning into water vapor and dissipating around Simon, and Simon—he quickly tore off a small piece of flesh from his heart, Throw it to the resentful spirits who don't want to disperse in the air.

And those resentful spirits digested their flesh and blood in a turbulent manner.

Louis was a little stunned.

It's not black magic...

Even those wraiths he thought might not be "wraiths".

His fortune teller... what exactly?