Custom Made Demon King

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After the plague storm cleared, Silas traveled a further distance, but before he could go far, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him.

The ground was shaking, as if something huge was chasing from behind, and the heavy footsteps sounded like a tank running over the ground.

Silas realized that it was not good, so he ran straight forward, and while running forward, he looked back and forth, only to see a huge hellhound chasing from behind, blocking the road along the way. All of the obstacles were hit by this huge hellhound, and the smoke was filled for a while.

The opponent's speed was very fast, and Silas realized that he might not be able to run this big dog, so he immediately spread the wings of flame and flew into the sky.

As soon as he flew into the sky, a black shadow pounced from under his feet. The huge hellhound jumped up on all fours and bit towards Silas’s feet in mid-air. Silas almost a little bit. He was bitten, and when he looked down from above, he saw only three large mouths of blood passing under his feet.

"Okay... so dangerous!" Silas was startled in a cold sweat, just in case, he raised it a little bit again.

"Stupid bug!" After the Hellhound King below landed, the three dog heads looked at Silas viciously and uttered a low roar: "Did you kill the devil here?"

Silas' eyes widened. "You can talk?"

Of course he would be surprised. When he saw this Hellhound, Silas thought of Fat Tiger for the first time. Fat Tiger is much larger than this Hellhound, but Fat Tiger cannot speak. Silas got along with Fat Tiger day and night, which caused him to always think that demon like Hellhound couldn't speak, so when he heard the other person's opening, he felt a little weird.

"Nonsense! I am the king of hellhounds, the devil who inherited the name of Cerberus!" The king of hellhounds roared, but then he asked in confusion: "Who are you again!? I am from you. Smell the breath of a half-devil, but you are not the blood of Spartan, you don't have the damn smell of Spartan blood... Wait!"

The three heads of the Hellhound King raised up, and they kept sniffing towards Silas's body in the air, seeming to be sure of something.

"What's the matter?" Silas was also a little confused as he watched the big dog's movements, and couldn't help but stretch out his arm to smell himself.

"Half devil kid!" The king of hellhounds suddenly changed his name, and asked Silas questioningly: "Why do I smell other hellhounds from you, and the smell... My people have been in contact for a long time?"

"Why should I tell you?" Silas said guardedly.

This huge hellhound seemed to emerge suddenly. Silas didn’t know how it appeared, but considering that he had just used his foster father’s power to instigate a plague storm and wipe out a large number of demons, so Silas felt that this hellhound might have come specifically for himself.

The three-headed hell dogs in the abyss world are considered a race of demons, but most of the three-headed hell dogs are only at the level of the middle demon. They use certain elemental powers, but most of the time, they still rely on them to be tyrannical. The physical strength of the elders to fight, the three-headed dog of hell, a demon race, rarely can break through the upper demon level.

Silas certainly heard that Bainia had popularized the common sense of these abyssal worlds to him, but at the moment his common sense was invalid on the hellhound in front of him. The hellhound king in front of him was not only a real high-ranking demon, but also Still at the level of an elite high-ranking demon, Silas could feel the powerful aura of the opponent's body, feeling stronger than the high-ranking demon he had caught before.

Can't beat it, Silas knows that even if he enters the demonized state, he can't beat this hellhound...

Fortunately, this hellhound doesn’t seem to fly. It doesn’t have wings like a fat tiger. If Silas wants to run,

However, what Silas didn't understand was why the Hellhound would ask about Fat Tiger, and subconsciously wanted to refuse to answer.

The king of hellhounds is about four meters tall and more than ten meters long. Although it is only half the size of a fat tiger, his size is also quite amazing. After being rejected by Silas, the king of hellhounds seems A little irritable, it bounced twice on the ground, and its limbs, which were stronger than elephant legs, stamped the ground with a bang.

"Don't make me angry, half-devil kid!" Hellhound King's left head uttered. The mouth of this head ignited a thick flame like magma, and the head in the middle also had the right head. They are frost and lightning. At this moment, the elemental power on it has a boiling trend. It roars to Silas: "Answer my question! Otherwise I will kill you mercilessly, say! Have you been in contact with other people of my tribe!?"

"What about it?" Silas quietly clenched the Spear of Calamity behind his waist, ready to shoot the big dog directly when the situation was wrong, and then ran away quickly.

After hearing Silas' answer, the Hellhound King grinned and bluffed, and continued to ask: "Then what is he like? Isn't he very powerful!?"

Silas nodded and said, "Of course, you are only half his size, and Brother Fat Tiger has Demon Wings, he can fly!"

"Nonsense! Our Hellhound clan has never had Devil Wings!" After a froze, the Hellhound King said angrily: "You are not lying to me!?"

"Why did I lie to you?" Silas said, "Are you really the King of Hellhounds? With your size, you are a lie?"

"Roar!!" The Hellhound King was irritated by Silas's words. With a mouth on his left head, a huge pillar of flames spurted out, directly attacking Silas in the air.

Silas was taken aback, and hurriedly dodged. This pillar of fire flew into the distance against his chest, hitting a dilapidated human building, directly burning the building into lava and collapsed softly.

"Speak carefully, half-devil kid!" The Hellhound King didn't go on attacking, but roared: "I, Cerberus, is the king of the Hellhound clan! Only I am the most powerful hell. Dog! Tell me, where is the hellhound you said? If you say it, I can spare you not to die!"

"Huh!?" Silas finally understood the intentions of the king of hellhounds, and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, "Do you want to fight with Brother Fat Tiger?"

"Yes! There can only be one true King of Hellhounds!" Cerberus said, "That's me!"

"This...may not be possible..." Silas scratched his head, "Because he is not here!"

"Then where is he!?" Cerberos asked.

"He is in the Abyss World!" Silas spread his hands, "Unless you go back to the Abyss World, or wait for my foster father to come to this world, he might bring Brother Fat Tiger..."

After hearing the word'Abyss World' suddenly from Silas, Cerberuston was stunned for a moment, and then said in a low tone: "Abyss World? I haven't been back in a long time..."

"How long have you been back to the Abyssal World?" Silas asked curiously.

"Two thousand years!" Cerberus gritted his teeth: "It's all to blame for the traitor Sparta! If he hadn't sealed the passage and severed the connection between the Demon World and the Abyss, the demons of our Demon World would not be trapped here. The world is so long."

Yes, the devil’s hatred of Sparta is actually not only because of his betrayal of his compatriots, but also because he broke the connection between the demon world and the abyss. After two thousand years, the demon of the demon world cannot return. The devil of the abyss can't come, this is tantamount to a prison in disguise, trapping the demons here.

"But, the seal is loose now!" Silas said: "Some demons have returned to the abyss world, and I also came here from the abyss through the rift..."

"You!? A half-devil came here from the abyss world?" Cerberus said in disbelief: "Has the abyss world changed so much after two thousand years? Did the half-devil stay in the abyss?? "

"Uh..." Silas didn't know how to answer this question, so he could only change the subject: "Don't talk about this, if you want to return to the abyssal world, you should be able to do it now?"

"Impossible!" Cerberus's three heads shook together: "My demon contract is in the hands of Mundus. As long as the contract is still there, I can't go back..."

Silas spread his hands and said, "Then I can't help it."

Cerberus walked around on the ground irritably, perhaps because of emotional anxiety, the elemental power on his body overflowed, causing the surrounding ground to change, a piece of ground turned into magma, and a piece of ground turned into After the frost, and occasionally thunder and lightning ran across the ground, Silas was secretly speechless.

This Hellhound and Fat Tiger are indeed different. Fat Tiger’s three heads are Fire Frost and Toxin. However, as the body grows larger, Fat Tiger does not use elemental power very much in the later stages. Physical power bullies people, so from the perspective of elemental power, Cerberus might be better than Fat Tiger.

"Half devil kid!" After walking a few laps, Cerberus suddenly stopped and said to Silas: "Since you have been in contact with that hellhound for a long time, you should be able to summon him! wrong?"

"No! Do you have to be so persistent?" Silas asked in surprise: "And, what on earth did you come for? Shouldn't it be Yuri who sent to destroy the invaders?"

"Yurizeng... he is not my master!" Cerberus lowered his voice and said, "My master is Mundus!"