This is the palace of the demons.

Light green ghostworms float around, forming the only source of light in this huge and wide space besides the soul fire.

Unlike the rich and luxurious palaces of humans, there is only one kind of decoration inside this palace, that is, stone statues of human girls in different positions. These stone statues are of different heights and different clothes. The only similarity is that all stone statues have only one expression, deep pain and despair.

A man stood in the middle of the palace, wearing a round rolled hat, wearing a big red noble robe and black knee pants like the 18th-century French male nobleman, and a pair of pointed shoes on his feet, looking inconsistent, like a clown.

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

Not far behind him, on the throne at the deepest part of the palace, a man wearing a triangular hat, far exceeding his temperament, was chewing something, and he didn't mind that bright red liquid flowed out of the corners of his mouth, wetting his luxurious scarf from Folenge.

At his feet, a girl's face was still showing a hint of childishness, and she grabbed her face with her hands, completely ignoring that her fingernails had been embedded in her face, leaving scratches, as if she was suffering from unspeakable pain and wanted to scream, but she couldn'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 the girl's only half of the heart in his hand into his mouth, and then bit it hard.

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

And the girl's twisted expression will eventually remain on the stone statue transformed by her body forever...

"Your hobby is still so bad, Bachin."

At this time, a man covered in a black cloak slowly walked into the hall from the darkness at the entrance of the palace.

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

Sitting on the throne, the man known as Bachin grinned and showed his shark-like sharp teeth: "It's enough to act coquettishly under that little girl's skirt, so is it back to us? This is not possible. I don't want to do business with the devil who has a vampire smell!"

After saying that, he burst into laughter as if he had told a funny joke.

"Ahem..."

As soon as Bachin finished speaking, the man who was painting the oil painting coughed twice.

"Oh. Sorry, Duke of Sabah, my dear friend." Baqin put away his smile and apologized in an insincere voice: "You know, I'm not talking about you. It's just that those guys from the Lords... Well. What's the name of... Platinum Rose? Anyway... those guys actually want to live in peace with humans, which completely defiled their bloodline as descendants of the Night Demon! Not only that, even the little girl actually wrote to me to do that... What a joke! Do we still have to sign an equal treaty with bread!"

"You just shut up your mouth and do as the words of His Highness the Great Princess! If it weren't for His Highness the Great Princess, we were still wandering in that dark abyss. You should feel grateful, Bachin!"

Asashael raised his head slightly. The red eyes that seemed to be burning under the black hood lit up: "Or, do you feel comfortable living in the abyss calling yourself one of the seven great masters of hell in the abyss and staying in that smelly swamp?"

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

Baqin stood up slowly. The surging magic gradually gushed out from the seven-foot-high body, making the entire hall feel like a gust of wind.

Asashael did not hesitate at all and released his magic power. Although it was not large in quantity, he only bounced off the eroded magic power, but the light was far stronger than Bachin in terms of quality.

"Your brain that is about to rot, should still remember it." Asashare's black cloak floated in the empty hall with his words: "Whether it is the abyss plane or the main material plane, if you fight with me, you have never won!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Asashare said was indeed true, so even though Baqin was so angry that he bit his teeth and made a loud noise, he didn't really take action.

"I'm here this time just to warn you not to ignore His Highness's words, otherwise I'll be careful that I will crush your limbs and twist your head off!"

Asashare left an ultimatum and turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, the duke-level vampire Saba, who had always been in the background, coughed twice, and turned their attention to it: "Dear Lord Baqin, I already know what happened in that area."

As he said that, he turned his drawing board over so that the two of them could see the content painted on it.

The picture shows a man and two women, three of them standing on the corpses of low-level demons, leading the civilians behind them to fight.

After the Duke of Sabah agreed to provide the demon grand duke Baqin with human girls as a way to improve his strength, he began to send his descendants to various villages and towns to select girls.

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

At first they thought this was just a simple resistance of humans, but after sending a demon army to suppress it, they knew they seemed to have made something wrong.

With the Eye Demon, Eye of the Mage, and the Crow, all of which were all ineffective for some reason. In the end, the Duke of Sabah could only use blood magic to lose some power, using his blood as material to mix his blood into special pigments (the vampires themselves don’t have much blood, and their blood volume is closely related to their own strength), and successfully draw this painting that can tell them the answer with prophetic magic.

Asashare saw the man in the minstrel costume on the picture, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he ordered Bachen in the previous tone: "That man is the guest of His Highness the Great Princess. You can't be rude, do you know!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the hall with a very contemptuous attitude.

The vampire Duke Saba seemed to notice something and frowned slightly, but still said nothing.
Chapter completed!