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Act Two: Blooming like a majestic flower Chapter 159: You are dead

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    (Out of consideration for the recent trend of harmony, I will not write about the killing scenes. In short, a group of demons rushed into the core of the caravan like wolves and tigers. The resistance of the caravan guards was destined to be in vain. The sword blades  Under the influence of the psychic flames, they directly turned into molten iron and burned themselves to death. The demons laughed wildly and killed everything they could kill. Finally, they gathered together to kill all the remaining humans, and finally impaled them on spears.  Make works of art. Abuse babies, kill prisoners, eat people, destroy corpses, use flesh and blood to sacrifice totems, and finally burn them all to celebrate the destruction with singing and dancing. Because they are demons, they can do any cruel behavior.  So I won¡¯t describe it much, I just wrote it here. I guess you can just think about it in your mind. But I don¡¯t want to be harmonious at this point. I¡¯m sorry.)

    This may be a scene that can only appear in some black sitcoms.

    An old gentleman dressed strictly and wearing a single lens walked on a dry land with a black nanmu cane.  The old gentleman's wrinkled face was full of disgust and pain, and he looked at the ruins around him with a sad expression.  Looking at the charcoal-black corpses piled up, the wrinkles on the old gentleman's face became even deeper.

    "I said that the eating appearance of you Balrogs is really ugly. Can't you use more elegant means to carry out your mission?"

    Looking at the black-gray land in front of him, which looked like the end of the world, and the dark red gun barrels standing like tombstones, Mephistopheles pinched his nose in disgust and waved his hand, trying to get rid of the dark red gun barrels that had been lingering on the tip of his nose.  The lingering weird smell.

    The burnt smell of meat and wood is enough to make you sick.  But those damned Balrogs seemed to think it was not enough, and insisted on filling it with supplies and dry food from the caravan.  The dozen sacks of spices sent by this small caravan carrying spice raw materials were mixed with the bacon and brown bread, and burned together with the pieces of their owner's meat.  The unique taste was so bright and eye-catching that it really reminded Mephistopheles of a very disgusting devil he had seen.

    "And don't you know how to clean the battlefield? What if someone gets caught? Psychic energy can cover up our aura, but these bones and remains can't." The old gentleman frowned and walked to a black and gray man.  In front of the pile, I used my cane to dig inside, and soon I dug out a thigh bone that still smelled like meat.

    Even without detecting magic, anyone can tell how much torture the owner of the thigh bone has suffered before.  The teeth marks on the bones were not yet singed, which clearly indicated that the attack was unusual.

    Damn it, what should I do if my teammates don¡¯t have any brains?  Don't we have to finish them off one by one?

    Although he cursed those Balrogs who only knew how to fight but not the aftermath, Mephistopheles could only use the flames to burn the conspicuous thigh bone.  Impossible fragments to recover.  And he used his cane to draw a simple magic circle on the ground, completely turning the ashes and remains into a mass of spreading etheric matter.

    ¡°Because in this world full of magic and miracles, if the destruction of corpses and traces is not done completely, the associated disasters will drag people into the whirlpool and they will not be able to escape.  Mephistopheles didn't want to be torn to pieces by his master who was so annoyed by his mistakes one day.

    "Mephisto, you can't blame us for this. You just said that we should kill all those people, but you didn't say that the aftermath should also be dealt with. You can't blame us for these definitional problems." The devil with the face of magma sketched  His expression looked extremely bad, and even his rumbling voice seemed to be gloating over his misfortune.  "This is what you ordered, you are the leader."

    "Yes, I ordered it. I once thought that my great master was nothing more than this. Use your brain to judge, even I will make a mistake, Balrog. If you don't want to die, you'd better come and help me, otherwise  We will both be killed by our master."

    Mephisto glared angrily at the powerful Balrog over there, and knocked on the magic circle under him with a sinister expression.

    Looking at the simple lines, the face of the red flame demon magma suddenly showed a troubled look.  He didn't even know when Mephistopheles burned the echo magic circle under his feet.  If this is thrown out as evidence, it is not difficult to imagine what that adult who values ??law and practical significance will do.

    "Okay, you win, Mephistopheles." Balrog shrugged happily.

    "I will help you, and I will always help you until our great master fails. Does the King of Lies and Trickery live up to his reputation? I admit my failure, butIt's you who have to protect my interests, and that's enough.  "

    "It is impossible for our master to fail. Balrog. And I think it's a bit beyond my expectation that you admit your failure so readily." "Because I am a demon. As a demon, if I can't see the situation clearly, death will come.  Very quickly. And no one can escape death, I think you know" "If it is the master, then it is possible."

    Mephisto never thought that his master would fail.

    What a joke, if his terrifying master were a little less conscience, his followers could even directly kill the centers of major organizations in the world and turn those human beings who have no idea what they are thinking into a ball of scum.

    Even if he is not that powerful, Mephistopheles will force himself to believe that he is.  Because not having too much awe brings a kind of arrogance.  Mephistopheles still wants to live for a few more years, and showing arrogance in front of his superiors is really asking for death.  Especially when the boss's beast-like intuition is still very reliable.

    ¡®Mephisto, if you hear anything, tell me something.  ¡¯ Just as Mephistopheles was brainwashing himself in his mind, the solemn voice coming from the soul connection suddenly frightened the demon king with such a psychological shadow.

    ¡®Your will, Master.  Do you have any instructions?  ¡¯

    Crazyly telling himself to calm down, Mephistopheles subconsciously put a perfect smile on his face.  Although it was impossible for the adult opposite to see his manners, Mephistopheles still arranged his clothes, tried hard to look like a particularly hard-working employee, and said to the psychic network in his head in a respectful voice.  .

    But the next words over there shattered all Mephisto's elegance and calmness.

    ¡®I have someone here, you are dead.  Mephistopheles.  ¡¯

    PS: Second update~ The growth rate of favorites and recommendations is worrying, which even makes me wonder if I am on the list.  Just let me be a willful author orz
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