The Palace of Villier has long been firmly blocked by the real "immune guards".

These guards with horrifying murderous aura all over their bodies could scare ordinary human servants to death on the spot with just one look.

This terrifying and oppressive feeling of storm is coming, making the people here dare not understand it.

There is no light in the palace hall.

It doesn't matter to races that have [Dark Vision] or can see things without vision.

The demons live on their souls and also have soul vision.

On the throne of the emperor made of gold, the so-called Emperor Villier has shown his true face. His old face was torn off, and two things on his neck were made of shadows, similar to heads, which seemed to be shaking like smoke.

The two shadowy heads talked to each other:

"Damn it! All humans deserve to die!"

"It's useless to lose your temper. What should I do?"

"Kill them all! Kill them all!"

"How to kill? I can sense it. The [Holy Relic] that I restrained us was already above our heads."

[Holy Relics] Simply put, it is the relics of the saint. In the void world, holy relics often have very powerful effects. They are comparable to artifacts in some fields.

What is more well known to the upper class of the demon clan is that some holy relics can also trigger [Divine Descendation]!

How many gods still protect humans now is unknown. But in the last Millennium War, humans played a few divine submissions here.

The genuine god descends to earth and possesses himself to the saints, saints, and saints. Even if he can only exert part of the power of the gods for a short time, it is enough to kill ordinary demigods in seconds.

It is no exaggeration to say that this thing is the sword of Damocles that lies above the head of the Shadow Demon King. He slashed it down with one sword at any time, and maybe he would happily shoot out the gg, the Finished Bird.

The Shadow Demon is now very square.

"Do you want to go back?"

"What a joke, our lair has collapsed!"

"Will you fight to the death?"

"We can beat it?"

In the Q&A of the two personalities of Fioras, time passes.

At this time, Princess Olica slowly entered the palace guarded by countless two-headed demons.

"Have you discussed it? The two great devils. If you haven't discussed it yet, please continue. Maybe the next moment, the powder keg of the Villier Imperial City will be detonated. We will blow us to pieces together." Olica said contemptuously.

"Shut up!"

"What advice do you have?"

The first reactions of the two wills were very different, and the Shadow Demon quickly reached an agreement.

The two voices said in unison: "Tell me!"

Olica tweaked the tip of her hair with her little finger, and her eyes fluttered: "We have too many flaws and can't practice anymore. So let's just have a big show of 'Warriors' killing of demons'."

"warrior……"

"Slay the Demon!?"

On the two shadowy heads, four eyes that emitted red light kept flashing.

Olika lightly opened his red lips: "Yes, abandon all the demons who have taken on important positions and let them be killed. You must also leave a powerful demigod-level shadow clone to kill them for the agent I am charming. A big drama of chaos will be staged. This will at least ensure that the new Emperor Villier will obey our command. As long as the emperor is still under our control, we still have hope of turning the tables."

The two voices together: "Oh? Then we hide and wait for your arrangement?"

"Humans are still strong, the three empires are not damaged, and King Sardin has not controlled Torus yet. There is also a Void Kingdom with a surge in strength outside. When fighting head-on, not to mention our troops, even if we suppress the entire holy clan, we may not have a chance of winning. Moreover, our actions did not inform the other demon kings and the great lords of their own arbitrary decisions. They will not send troops to save us."

Olica's analysis is very clear, and the final summary is to avoid his sharpness!

Who knows...

"It's right! Your analysis is thorough and accurate."

"The only problem is that our brothers must hand over all their destiny to you."

"If you are a loyal minister, I will be moved to cry."

"It's a pity that there will never be absolute loyalty in this world..."

Hearing this, Olica frowned and her face changed slightly: "Wait, what do you mean by your Majesty? Suppose I am a betrayer? Don't joke, I have been under the eyes of both of you, and haven't the spell of the demon transformed by the demon changed several times? I don't know the spell behind it at all."

"Isn't the answer very obvious? Except for us, only you know the list of all the demons."

"Only a guy at the level of a great lord have the ability to forcefully break the spell. It just so happened that the other party was attacking a woman. And the female great lord... the only one is you, Olivia——"

The seemingly flawless rigorous reasoning is completely nonsense. Olica knows best that he has been doing his best without any thoughts of betrayal.

When she wanted to argue, she suddenly discovered a group of powerful demons she had never seen before, walking out of the shadow of the ground step by step, as if stepping on an invisible ladder.

The next words of the Shadow Demon completely shattered the last trace of luck in Olica's heart.

"Bitch, don't think I don't know who you are."

"Demon? That's what humans call my children. Then you should be called human demons."

"You are either a kind of person. You are just a bitch who has been in trouble."

"A traitor like you should be stolen from every piece of flesh by the poisonous whip, and then the soul will suffer eternal torture under my throne."

What the Shadow Demon King said on both heads became the most terrifying curse, and suddenly slammed her neck.

[Blasphemy]: a language spell that only the most powerful demon king can use. Every word and every sentence of his is equivalent to the most powerful demigod-level spell, producing the same effect as the situation he mentioned.

The black whip that appeared on her neck easily disintegrated the passive protective magic on her body, leaving a long black spot on her slender and perfect neck, like a centipede that kept twisting.

It is the double suffocation and strangulation from the physical respiratory system to the soul level.

Not only his neck, but also large grid-like shadows everywhere in Olika's body, quickly depriving Olika of the remaining resistance.

"It's over, traitor!"

"You will get the punishment you deserve."

The two shadow heads declared so. They were angry, but at least they were like winners at this moment.

But the next moment, Olica, who had clearly had her whole body arched backwards, her eyes began to become congested, and even her thinking began to stagnate, suddenly burst out with a faint orchid light from her body, and then disappeared from the spot.

The Demon King left only a shadow and two astonished faces.

...

"Ahem!" To tear apart a demon's space shackles, Olica used his biggest trump card.
Chapter completed!