The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Having finished speaking to himself, not only showing off but also drawing a conclusion about the matter, Ning Feng happily chose to leave the room.

Showing off and then running away, that's so exciting!

happy!

The black cat sat on his shoulder and smiled ambiguously:

"You're taking such good care of her, do you have a crush on her?"

"No, not at all. A woman who gets emotional so easily doesn't really interest me..."

Ning Feng turned his head slightly, looked at the room he had left in, and smiled strangely.

"Besides, I'm not the one who's interested in her!"

You mean...him?

Ning Feng nodded immediately, without the slightest hesitation, and said decisively:

"It's definitely true, no doubt about it!"

“We’ve been eavesdropping for ages, haven’t you noticed yet? It’s not a very clever method, but Andrew is concerned about her.”

Stroking his chin and chuckling to himself, Ning Feng added with deep emotion:

"It looks like... spring is coming."

Speaking of which, you should have the same worries as her, right?

Eberon's ability was acquired later in life, while Ning Feng had possessed this ability from the very beginning.

Ning Feng paused for a moment, remained silent for a second, and then continued walking.

"Yes, logically speaking, I should also have that kind of trouble."

He turned his head and looked at the gray sky outside the window of the base corridor, his gaze becoming somewhat distant.

Gazing at the sky, he whispered to himself:

“I share all the pain she experiences, but for me, it’s nothing.”

"This ability, for me..."

Countless faces flashed before him, finally settling on the face of a kind-looking old man.

"This will allow me to remember all of them, and their past, their original, beautiful self."

He prefers to remember the original appearance rather than forget it.

Ning Feng chuckled and shook his head, then withdrew his gaze and continued walking.

"Isn't this a blessing?"

Chapter 392 The Queen's Grace

“This is a blessing.”

The decapitation sword was held against the Demon Duke's neck, and Kalan pressed his foot into the Duke's chest, pinning him firmly into the deep pit in the ground.

"Be happy, this is the Queen herself coming to execute you."

Amidst the strange, clattering background noises, a one-sided massacre was taking place in the dark dungeon.

The flame-encircled heel, like a red-hot branding iron, inch by inch sank deeper into the Demon Grand Duke's flesh.

The intense heat burned away flesh and blood, leaving a dark indentation in Archduke Descartes' chest cavity.

The stench of burning food filled the air. Karan stopped in his tracks, frowned, and waved his hand in disgust in front of his nose to dispel the nauseating smell.

"Is even your flesh and blood rotten? That's disgusting."

After carefully examining Descartes' ugly appearance, Karan sighed sincerely:

"I really don't know where you get your confidence from."

"Looking like you, you actually dared to dream of me being your seventieth... seventieth-something partner? Forget it, it's not really important."

It's something that's simply impossible, so there's no need to worry about it anymore.

There's absolutely no chance.

Kacha kacha...

"Aaaaaaah!"

! ”

As Karan shook her head and sighed, the demon she was trampling underfoot continued to roar incessantly.

"Why!?"

Why?!

? ”

The demon roared in agony, glaring at the new queen and shouting questions at her relentlessly.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I am the Grand Duke! Don't you know what this means? If you kill me, you'll be even less likely to stay in your position!"

Although the demon dukes are often a major threat to the demon lords, the dukes are indeed nominally subjects of the lords.

Unless there is a complete breakdown in relations, the demon dukes will obey orders and fight for the demon lord when necessary.

And now, the new Flame Demon Queen, a young woman who is even more insane and cruel than her mother, is actually going to kill her own Grand Duke with her own hands!

Is it merely a self-inflicted wound to establish authority?

madman.

"Aaaaaah!"

! ”

Descartes roared in impotent rage, receiving no response, but his struggle was so futile.

They couldn't even grab the enemy's calves with their hands to put up a fight.

It wasn't that Archduke Descartes didn't want to, nor that he had more important things to do, but rather that he simply couldn't do it at that moment.

Because his hands were the source of that strange clicking sound echoing in the dungeon.

He's just a stick figure right now...

Hmm, the Devil's Staff.

The once-renowned and legendary demon, renowned throughout the abyss, was now reduced to a mangled, broken body and head, as if gnawed by a giant beast.

It wasn't even an injury caused by a sharp instrument; judging from the marks on his arms and thighs, his hands and legs were torn off directly from the root!

It was torn apart in the most brutal way.

The blood flowing from the severed limbs gushed out rhythmically with each heartbeat, splashing onto the ground and corroding the dungeon floor.

If someone collects this blood in a special container, it can even fetch an extremely high price on a black market run privately by some awakened individuals!

cough cough...

Coughing up black blood, Descartes calmed down and said in a deep voice:

"Do you really think that just because of a... monster, you can make the others acknowledge your status!?"

Kachakacha.

Not far from them, the Death Hunter, now in its true form, was stuffing the right hand that had been torn from Archduke Descartes' body into its gaping maw and chewing it incessantly.

Even by demonic standards, Descartes could not accept the Death Hunter's grotesque and twisted appearance.

Descartes didn't understand what the other party was.

Although the other party's appearance seems to be that of a legendary aberrant demon... it doesn't quite resemble it; the other party's behavior is far too rational.

Completely obeying Karan's commands, his composure was even greater than that of most demons!

Turning his head to glance at the Death Hunter, who was quietly enjoying the fruits of his victory, Karan looked at Descartes with a sneer and asked:

"You mean it? Heh, what do you think?"

During this time, the Death Hunter learned some new knowledge from Karan.

If Karan doesn't sense anything wrong, its learning ability is getting stronger every day.

For example, instead of stuffing all the food into its mouth as before, it chose to eat it one piece at a time.

The Death Hunter noticed their gazes, but continued chewing as if nothing had happened.

Because Kalan once said that eating too much at once is not good for digestion, and eating in smaller portions will improve efficiency and allow him to better complete his lord's mission.

Therefore, after swallowing the prey's two legs, the Death Hunter, finding that the swallowing speed was not fast enough, did not stuff all the arms into its mouth at once, but digested them one by one.

It had a backup plan.

During this time, Kalan told him a lot of things. Although the Death Hunter couldn't understand most of it, it tried its best to remember them.

If I can learn more, I will surely be able to serve my Lord better in the future!

Praise be to our Lord!

Praise be to our Lord!

Praise be to our Lord!

!

Withdrawing his gaze from the Death Hunter, Descartes decisively stated:

"It's definitely not enough! If you pin your hopes on it, you'll definitely regret it! You can't be that naive, can you?"

Raising an eyebrow, Kalan moved the decapitation sword slightly away from Descartes' neck.

Looking down at Descartes, Kalan, who had originally intended to execute him outright, became somewhat interested.

It's not that I really intend to believe their nonsense.

Karan was curious to hear what this still-unyielding guy had to say.