Chapter 926: Chapter 210: Cholera Hell_2
The Devil gently caressed the surface of the clay pot with his fingers, as if stroking a lover. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, noticing a bizarre emblem in the corner.
“Wait, this is… Piere’s emblem?”
Instantly, Yulier’s expression changed dramatically, showing terror as he carefully recalled the previous events.
Sothing’s wrong. How could he have been so irrational? He easily killed his most loyal and reliable subordinate and touched a mysterious artifact without any precaution?
It’s a spell! He was bewitched by a spell, becoming as greedy and shortsighted as a gambler!
He wanted to put down the clay pot but found his body bound by an invisible, formidable strength, leaving him unable to move.
Yulier could no longer remain calm. He suddenly turned his head, his face filled with extre anger and ferocity: “Damn little Devil, you deceived !
No, it’s not just you…”
The Devil felt darkness descending before him, as a huge shadow enveloped him.
Yulier stiffly turned his head and saw a towering Giant with muscular knots, covered entirely with Dragon Scales, looking down at him, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
A fist larger than a casserole ca crashing through the air, shattering the many evil protective magics on the Devil’s body.
“Boom!”
…
“You lowly maggots, Piere’s lackeys… Quickly let go! I am the Controller of Modin Casino! When my subordinates co for you, you’ll wish for death!”
“He’s all tied up yet still so arrogant, beat him!”
“Boom!”
“Aren’t you afraid of Lord Zarriel’s patrol coming? Once they arrive, you’re dood!”
“Heh heh, we have a Hell Demonic Barrier granted by Piere himself, you can scream all you want, no one will save you!”
“Boom! Boom!”
“Dear guests from afar, we can beco friends and collaborators. Do you not desire endless wealth and powerful strength? Let go, and we can have a good discussion…”
“Damn it, a captive still wants to stand on equal footing with us, babbling away, truly ignorant of how good life is! Continue beating him! Let have the pleasure of torturing him!”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
“Master, master, it was my mistake, I shouldn’t have greedily coveted your treasures! Please spare , I… I, and even all of Modin Casino, are willing to cooperate fully.”
“So, you were tough monts ago, and now you surrender so quickly, there’s sothing fishy going on, beat him hard! Let him taste ecstasy!”
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
“By the way, what about this thing…”
“Wait, you… What do you want to do? I’ll cooperate, won’t that suffice? Master, please, don’t give —ah!”
The sound of flesh being seared echoed along with the Devil’s screams.
The Swashbuckler grinned nacingly, branding Piere’s mark on the Devil’s chest with a red-hot iron, a fla sparkling from that brand.
“Damn, how disgusting…”
The Europe King watching nearby saw the Swashbuckler passionately torturing, felt a chill run down his spine, and silently vowed to keep his distance from this person in the future.
Even the Wolf of the Dark Night, a direct disciple and loyal subordinate of the Swashbuckler, took a few steps back, widening the distance from him.
“These guys are definitely the most perverse and ruthless Devils in disguise! Absolutely should not provoke them!”
While caged, Dick, though pleased to see Yulier being beaten, shivered uncontrollably at his miserable state, filled with dread.
Yet, the Devil’s craving for violence and bloodshed made him sneak a peek, feeling enlightened.
“Ma-Master…”
“I was wrong, I’m willing to submit to you and assist Lord Baal in returning…”
At this mont, Yulier was covered in wounds, extraordinarily disheveled, showing no trace of the aura of Modin Casino’s master.
Under the Swashbuckler’s sinister hobby, sothing was even placed inside his body, making his expression look euphoric…
The Swashbuckler wielded a bloodstained thick stick, face showing satisfaction: “Heh heh, my interrogation skills have improved quite a bit! Practice indeed makes perfect.
Uh, why are you all looking at with that expression?”
Seeing his companions’ ghost-like expressions, the Swashbuckler was not ashad but proudly puffed out his chest: “As the forr chief of the Empire’s ‘Nocturne’ unit, is it strange for to have such skills?”
The Swashbuckler waved the big stick, pointing at the Devil tied on the ground.
Seeing his actions, Yulier trembled all over, kneeling and begging for rcy: “Master, Master, I yield…”
“Look, this Devil has been tad by , completely obedient, not a flaw to be found,” the Swashbuckler bragged.
“…”
The Natural War Maniac was silent for a mont, then stepped forward to pat the Swashbuckler on the shoulder, earnestly persuading: “Swashbuckler, ah, don’t take the opportunity to satisfy your own desires.
I know you have a psychological shadow once, but you can’t vent it on this! Playing gas, we must maintain a good mindset…”
“Who the hell has a psychological shadow?”
The Swashbuckler’s face turned red from the Natural War Maniac’s “comfort,” then he suddenly turned around, glaring at the shivering Devil, raised his big stick, and sternly questioned: “What thod do you have—to help us smuggle into the Inner Circle?”
“Yes, yes, Master.” Yulier, as if clutching a lifeline, hurriedly said, “There is a secret passage in my casino, specifically used for smuggling goods for an Important Figure in the Inner Circle, which leads directly to the Fourth Tier.”
“What’s the na of that Important Figure?”
“Valerius Edwards, he is General Alex’s confidant, the Legion Commander of the 13th Legion, a extrely powerful Deep Prison Demon Refiner!”
“Quick, look! The task seems to have this na! It’s a b-level side quest, assassinate Valerius!”
“Damn, the reward is 32,000 gold coins, 300,000 faction contribution?”
Instantly, the eyes of the four players lit up, their faces full of excitent and eagerness.
Yulier initially thought the famous na “Valerius” would intimidate these folks, but seeing their predator-like reaction, his vision went black.
“Where is that secret passage?”
The Swashbuckler squatted down, gazing chillingly at the Devil, saying word by word: “Where is the secret passage you ntioned? What’s the internal situation? We need you as a guide—to lead us there personally.”
Yulier tentatively asked: “Master, as long as I lead you into the Inner Circle, can I leave?”
The Swashbuckler showed a kind smile: “Of course you can, we nocturne people, what matters most to us is being honest and doing business with integrity.”
“…Okay.”
“Of course, you have to sign this contract first. After all, without the security of the contract, no one can trust a Devil.” The Swashbuckler smiled and said.
Only then did Yulier breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly said: “Okay, Master, I will imdiately draft a contract for you, ensuring not a single detail is missing, letting you…”
“No need.”
The Swashbuckler took out an old parchnt contract and handed it over: “This is a contract personally crafted by Lord Baal, should be binding enough.
Here, quickly sign here, once you sign the contract, we’ll be in the sa boat, only then can I trust you.
We imdiately set off for the Bronze Fortress’s Inner Circle.”
“…”
Looking at that densely written, tiny-lettered contract full of unknown traps, Yulier, who always liked to trick mortals into falling, fell into deep silence.
This self-satisfied fellow before him, though from the Material Plane, was even more suited to be a Devil than he was.
Simultaneously, players appeared throughout the Bronze Fortress, where Devils often found adventurers from the Material Plane without souls breaking in, causing chaos.
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