The Dean Has Arrived

This is the palace of the demons.

The pale green ghost worms floated around, constituting the only light source in this huge and wide space except for the soul fire.

Different from the rich and luxurious palaces of human beings, there is only one kind of decoration in this palace, that is, the stone statues of human girls in different poses. These statues have different heights and different appearances.The only similarity is that all stone statues have only one expression, deep pain and despair.

A man is standing in the center of the palace. He wears a round hat, and he wears a red aristocratic gown with a turn-up collar and black knee trousers like the 18th-century French male nobility. He wears a pair of pointed shoes on his feet. Nondescript, like a clown.

At this moment, the clown was holding a brush, humming a weird tone in front of a drawing board, and quickly smeared the blending paint on the canvas.

Not far behind him, on the throne in the deepest part of the palace, a man wearing a three-cornered hat, whose costume and temperament is far more than what he is chewing, does not mind the bright red liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. He got wet with his luxurious scarf made in Volenge.

At his feet, a young girl still showed a childish face twisted, with her hands on her face, ignoring that her nails had been embedded in her face, leaving scratches, as if she was suffering from unspeakable pain. I want to scream, but I can't even make a sound.

And her lower body has gradually begun to petrify.

In the girl's desperate eyes, the man sitting on the throne threw only half of the girl's heart in his hand into his mouth, and then bit down.

While enjoying the taste that I love, I can also enjoy the girl's desperate and painful expression.

And the girl’s distorted expression will eventually remain on the stone statue made of her body forever...

"Your hobby is still that bad, Bachin."

at this time.A man covered in a black cloak walked slowly into the hall from the darkness at the gate of the palace.

"Isn't this our brother who gave up his identity and devoted himself to the little vampire princess, Asacher?"

Sitting on the throne, the man called Bachin grinned open, showing shark-like sharp teeth: "It’s enough to be coquettish under that little girl’s leather skirt, so have you come back to us again? It’s no good, I I don't want to have business with a devil who smells like a vampire!"

After speaking, he laughed like he had told a funny joke.

"Ahem..."

Just after Baqin finished speaking, the man who was painting the oil coughed dryly.

"Oh. Sorry, the Duke of Sabah, my dear friend." Bachin put a smile away and apologized in an insincere voice: "You know, I'm not talking about you. It's just the guys who advocate and faction recently. ...Well. What is it called...Platinum Rose? Whatever...Those guys actually want to live in peace with humans, completely tarnishing their blood as the descendants of the Night Demon! Not only that, even the little girl's skin is actually too. The letter asked me to follow that set...what a joke! Are we still going to sign an equality treaty with bread!"

"You close that stinky mouth and just follow the instructions of the princess! If it were not for the princess, we are still wandering in the dark abyss, you should feel grateful, Baqin!"

Asacher raised his head slightly.The red eyes that seemed to be burning under the black hood lit up: "Or, do you think it's comfortable to live in the abyss, calling yourself one of the seven princes of hell, living in that stinky swamp?"

"If your purpose of coming here this time is to anger me, you have succeeded!"

Bachin stood up slowly.The surging magic power also gradually gushed out from the seven-foot-tall body, making the whole hall feel like a gust of wind.

Asacher did not hesitate to release his magic power, although the amount was small.It just bounced off the magic that had eroded, but in terms of quality, it was far stronger than Baqin.

"You should remember that decayed brain." Asacher's black cloak followed the gust of wind with his words.Wandering in the empty hall: "Whether it is the abyss plane or the main material plane, if you play with me, you have never won it once!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Asacher said was true, so even if Baqin gritted his teeth angrily, he didn't really make a move.

"I'm only here to warn you this time, don't ignore what the princess said, otherwise, be careful that I crush your limbs and screw off your head!"

Asachel left an ultimatum and turned around to leave.

At this time, the Duke-level vampire Sabah who had been serving as the background coughed twice and attracted their attention: "Dear Bachin, I already know what is happening in that area."

As he spoke, he turned his drawing board over so that the two of them could see the content painted with paint.

The picture shows a man and two women. The three of them are standing on a large pile of low-level demons, leading the civilians behind them in a confrontation posture.

After the Duke of Sabah agreed to provide the demon Grand Duke Bachin with human girls as food for enhancing his strength, he began to send his descendants to various villages and towns to select girls.

At first everything went well, but gradually, many areas refused to continue to provide girls, and his descendants lost contact one by one.

At first they thought it was just a simple human resistance, but after sending a demon army to suppress it and still no results, they knew that they seemed to have made a mistake.

With the filming beholder, the mage’s eye, and the teleportation crow, a series of investigation methods all failed for some reason. In the end, the Duke of Sabah could only use blood magic to lose some power, and use his blood as a material to blend a special paint (the vampire itself) They don't have much blood, their blood volume is closely related to their own strength), with the magic of prophecy, they successfully painted this painting that can tell them the answer.

Asacher saw the man in the costume of the troubadour on the screen, he couldn't help but was taken aback, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he commanded Baqin in the messy tone he had before. "That man is a guest of the princess, you can't be rude, you know!"

After speaking, he turned and left the hall with a very contemptuous attitude.

Sabah, the Duke of Vampire, seemed to notice something and frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

But Baqin looked at the other person's figure disappearing into the darkness again, with a grin on his face: "You said you wouldn't touch it, what a joke, why should I listen to that stinky girl who is less than half my age? Even if I can't beat you, but the Seven Duke of Hell are more than me and you!" (to be continued)

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