Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

Belegia didn't seem to have doubted her goal.

I really envy her.

Although I really don't know what her goal is...

Thinking of this, I turned over and almost fell off the table.

Chapter 181. The Ticking Raindrops (Lipatia)

My arms were propped on the edge of the table, and I sat up subconsciously because I almost fell, and I even broke out in cold sweat in an instant.

After closing my eyes and exhaling, I slowly moved my body, let my legs swing, and leaned to one side of the body to let the toe of one foot touch the ground first, and then I propped myself up and down from the table to the ground.With such a simple action, many people may jump off by turning around casually, but my current strength or the feeling of being affected by my mood is unable to support my body to make any large-scale movements. The action, just standing still makes me dizzy.

Having said that, I also know that I can't simply waste my time on it, it's not uncommon for things like this to happen, because of thinking too much, maybe the real situation isn't that bad, but the divergent awareness breaks people down The line of defense in one's own heart, things that could have been easily accomplished in the end were chosen to give up. This is probably the so-called scaring oneself.

After standing still, I looked around again, I don't know what I was looking for, but it was quiet and there was no sound, which felt just right, and the dark sky outside the window could calm my restless heart gradually. The consciousness no longer churned up any howling waves, and with the spread of physical exhaustion, the consciousness did not have much strength to think so much.

There is only sunny weather in heaven, and there has never been any cloudy sky. But at this moment, I gradually changed from loathing the gloomy sky to enjoying it.

I should be thankful that no one saw my appearance just now.

After wandering around the library for a while, I finally sat down at the desk and began to draw up an outline for puppetizing Envi.

There was a neat stack of parchment in front of me. Holding the quill in my hand, I stared at the dark yellow parchment for a long time without writing a single word.

It's a bit ironic, such a scene, although the truth is that way, but an angel sitting in the devil's library, instead of the devil, drafted the outline of puppeting the territories of other demon families, no matter how you look at it, it is full of a strong sense of disobedience .

Time goes by like this bit by bit, but in hell, I have a lot of time to waste, there is a "tick-tick" sound in my ears, it is raining, and the falling raindrops are constantly beating The skylight makes my thoughts wander in reality, looking for peace.

I know, I know what to write, but I won’t admit it, it’s not hypocrisy, it’s my insistence on my faithful belief, the dissipated time is used to appease my panicked soul and conscience, even though I know that I have no absolute responsibility for any demons, whether it’s the Lucifer family or the Leviathan family, in my eyes it’s a dog-eat-dog gesture, and I will never say who is superior to the other. doubt.

But such doubts are finally over.

I put down my pen, patted my cheek, and looked up at the huge round skylight above. The pouring raindrops seemed to swarm here like fallen souls, and the sound of knocking on the window was their wailing .

I took the pitch-black quill and began to draw papers in the angel's name on the parchment.

My thoughts are very firm, I know what to do, puppetizing Enwei is by no means empty words, puppetization, how to puppet?That's the problem.

Could it be that as long as we have a descendant of the Leviathan family, and then announce to the outside world that the descendant of the Leviathan family, that is, the child I rescued, will officially succeed the lord, people will be silent?Will she obey our regime obediently, and will Dipalona give up fighting us? This is obviously a dream, and even the most childish fairy tales dare not write it.

This child undoubtedly has the blood of the Leviathan family, but despite this, he is a child that shouldn't exist. If we don't use power, then no one will care who he is. Envi's demons need a peaceful environment , needs a stable environment, I believe they are also waiting for a "savior" to appear, but it is difficult for this nameless child to convince people that he is the "savior".

For this reason, the most important point should be "military action". If we cannot prove our strength to the demons of Enwei's common people militarily, it will be impossible to establish a puppet regime with a substantial nature. Not only will the demons not obey, but they will not believe it. Its nature is as ridiculous as a person casually saying "I want to be king" in a tavern, and will only be regarded as a dream.

But the question now is... how to conduct military operations.

Generally speaking, this is nothing more than the emergence of the demon king's forces, with the demon king's army as the core, to begin to wipe out the independent forces in Enwei, and eliminate the puppet regimes including the non-devil king forces that other demon families are eager to establish.

But the biggest question now is whether the Demon King's Army, the Demon King's forces can directly come forward and directly declare to replace the Leviathan family to eliminate "heretics".

Although the forces of the Demon King and other family territories are already at war, especially with Rust, even if someone rushes in and tells me that we are going to war with Ruster, I will not be surprised at all.Even so, we mustn't fight Ruster right now.

As for this point, it’s not all about military strength. Although Goloy’s current army is not large, it’s not without it at all, and if a war really breaks out, a local war will soon turn into a full-scale war. By then It's not just the war between Goloi and Dipalona, ​​this is caused by the trend of great unification, and no one will stand idly by for all the big sin demon families.

In this way, if Goloy shows the hegemony of the Demon King too much, it will leave other families with talk, and it will be quite unfavorable to Goloy in terms of public opinion. No one will support Goloy's unified policy and Satan's decree.

Soon, these simple basic ideas or uncertain thoughts filled more than one page of parchment. I casually pushed the full parchment aside, and continued to write my thoughts on the next piece of paper.

"Public opinion... yes, we need support, we need... a... legitimacy, we must show to Enwei, to the whole hell, that we are not aggressors, and we must show the legitimacy of our assistance in establishing Enwei's new regime and the legitimacy of assisting this new regime in eliminating other heretical forces..."

Although it sounds ugly, we really need to find an excuse. I don't support the demon king's blatant intervention in the new "civil war" that may be about to break out in Enwei.However, the intervention of the demon king's forces is inevitable. At that time, we need to have an excuse to the outside world to show that we are helping the Leviathan family and that the interests of the Leviathan family are consistent with the unified policy pursued by the demon king's forces.

As pages after pages of parchment were filled with cold words, my thoughts began to clear up.

Chapter 182. I Don't Have This Talent (Lipatia)

This is like a piece of music, but also like a thick book.

There are always two extremes in music. A perfect piece of music is either always disliked by people, but once loved, it will be listened to repeatedly. People will wonder why they didn't like this piece of music. Or you may sigh why there is no other music like this one, but when you encounter the next one, you will unconsciously repeat this cycle.

The same may be true for a book. No matter how good-looking a book is, it is often the hardest to read at the beginning, but once you are immersed in that world, you cannot extricate yourself. Even after reading it, you will not be in the mood to read other books for a long time, as if you have been brainwashed.

These words are by no means philosophical. Many people just like to say something that is purely general experience in a seemingly mysterious way, and derive a lot of unnecessary truths from it, just like a person pretending to tell others that "people will be full after eating enough food, how miraculous!", stupid.

Just a personal experience with a bit of a joking twist, nothing more.

Not only do I have to lament how "evil" I am, just like music and books, but when I start to write down my own concepts with a little bit of despicable worldly interests on parchment, I am immersed in that world, and all I think about is the confrontation between "our" interests and "their" interests.

I am a little surprised at my talent, but what kind of talent is this?A talent for being a devil?Could it be that I was born with such a pure character in line with hell?

I naturally want to firmly deny this, but the fact is, as a low-level angel, I seem to have some kind of talent in this area, but who taught me this, I don't know.No, it must be Lucifer's fault, it must be this sinful talent that I was forced to possess with Lucifer's blood.

I warned myself like this, but I couldn't help but think about how the former archangel Lucifer possessed such a talent.

Is the phrase in the last bar over? No, I don’t think so. It’s just that a movement of a grand piece of music, a chapter of a book has temporarily come to an end, and it’s still too early to end.

No matter how excited my spirit was, I couldn't stop the emptiness brought about by physical exhaustion. Before I finished writing the last sentence, I had exhausted my energy and started to breathe.

It may also be seen from the handwriting.

After clicking on the punctuation marks that marked the end of a sentence, I immediately dropped Bi, raised my arms and became a lazy waist, couldn't help making a "woo-woo" sound, stretched my body vigorously, and let out a "ha..." sigh after putting down my arms.

Although I personally should not care too much about these things, my feminine personality was developed in hell after all. I am very clear about this, so my feminine posture or personality will inevitably be branded with the brand of hell.

What is the beauty of women, a slim and tall figure?Slender legs?Fair skin and full breasts?Even when I did stretching or something just now, I felt a little bit ashamed, worried that someone would lose my composure if someone saw my appearance, but why was it like this?All I can say is that my feminine posture is unavoidably marked by hell.

The stack of parchment on the table is different from the beginning. Most of it is filled with words. My handwriting is rather scribbled and not pretty. The writing is also not good-looking, so even after writing such a whole pile of sheepskins, I don’t feel any satisfaction at all. On the contrary, I am a little worried that other people will laugh at me when they see these scribbled me.

I raised my head and looked out the window again. When I was obsessed with writing the outline, my consciousness was already used to the sound of raindrops beating on the window. I thought the rain had stopped, but when I came back to my senses, I realized that the heavy rain still did not stop, and it was still falling and beating on the skylight.

I turned around and glanced at the clock on the wall over there. Is it already this time? I thought it hadn’t been long. It should be slower than I imagined...

That's what I originally thought.

I stood up on the table and stretched again, but this time I didn't put my arms down in a hurry, but lowered my head and looked at my body. Speaking of which, I was told by Goloy before, that the way I stretched was obscene or something... But I have no idea how he came to this conclusion.

Is it because the clothes are stretched tightly against the body?

I don’t really care about this kind of thing, although I also know shyness, but as long as I don’t point it out to me deliberately, such as telling me that my posture is obscene or something... I don’t care, even if I am naked in front of the devil, so what, if the devil is not interested in my body and can’t arouse their desire, then I don’t care even if I stand in front of the devil without a trace.

I tidied up the parchments on the table, folded them neatly, and left the library with my arms in my arms. The moment I stepped out the door, I heard the sound of thunder like the roar of a beast.

It's almost dinner time now, I'm not very hungry, and now I just want to go back to the bedroom and get a good night's sleep. I was tortured to death by Belegia last night, and today I wrote another day. I'm exhausted both physically and mentally. I just want to quickly fall on the bed and have a good sleep.

"Ah, my lord Angel."

When walking towards the bedroom, I happened to bump into Yin.

His outfit today is as beautiful as ever. If I were really a succubus, I'm afraid I couldn't restrain my desire for him long ago.

Obviously not a succubus, why does he still have such a beautiful appearance? If a demon who is not a succubus can have a lovely appearance that even a succubus can be attracted to, then what is the meaning of a demon?

"Are you going to eat now?"

"No, I want to go back to the bedroom and rest for a while, what's the matter?"

"Let's go back to the bedroom now, it looks like you're very tired." Yin smiled at me obediently, speaking in a very gentle tone, and with his image of a weak and beautiful boy, I don't think this is a devil at all.

Chapter 183. I don't want to be alone with such a woman (Lipatia)

I didn’t answer him, just scratched my head casually, I might look a bit cold, but I think Yin’s impression of me is probably the same, whether I am strict or enthusiastic towards him, it will not change my image in his heart too much. This kind of demons who have already occupied a place in the field of knowledge are the most abominable.

But his Lin family should be the representative of this kind of demons, so it doesn't sound like what an angel should say, a bit arrogant, but I don't have a good impression of him, but he is different from Belegia , My aversion to him is entirely due to the personality constructed for him by his social status.

Yin was not angry because of my silence, nor did she use the same silence to protest me, she still kept a gentle smile on her face, staring at me intently.

"Anyway, Lord Angel, you'd better eat something."

"I'm not interested in eating in hell."

"I can understand this. Don't talk about the difference between heaven and hell, it's hell itself. People in different territories are also accustomed to the taste of food in their own land."

"So, I'll go back first." As I spoke, I shook my hand and started to leave.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Angel." Yin called me without any serious feeling, probably because there was nothing important to tell me, so I slowly stopped and turned around lazily.

"Is there anything else?" I closed one eye, bent my right knee slightly, and asked him with my head held high.

"Sure enough, you should go with me."

"Where?"

"The restaurant."

"Didn't I say I'm not hungry?"

Being entangled like this all the time, even if the other party has a good attitude, I will feel annoyed.

"It's not like that, it's... how should I put it, I'm a little hungry."

"Then you go to eat, who stopped you."

Yin spread her hands, tilted her head and smiled wryly: "You know, Your Majesty doesn't like me very much, she is more... suspicious of me, anyway, such feelings, in short, I am similar. It's not that I don't like Your Majesty, it's just that I feel pressure when I'm with a woman like her."

I noticed that Yin specifically mentioned "such a woman", which made me a little confused. Could it be that for Yin, gender is also a decisive factor?

Yin seemed to read the confusion on my face, he also stared at his eyebrows, and continued to explain to me: "If your majesty is a man, maybe it's okay to say, I can only understand this as a male's self-esteem. It is a sense of violence brought about by an out-and-out desire to conquer, but... once a woman has this courage, the feeling will be completely different, just like the oppression that a queen can bring The feeling is often greater than that of a male king."

I have some feelings about this. Although I haven't thought about these things too carefully, perhaps because I am a woman, I don't have a very strong experience of this difference, but I still have thoughts about it.

"Anyway, there are various factors. If you want me to stay with His Majesty, I will be very uncomfortable."

"Aren't there still servants, Lasevier and Beda...ah, they're not here today, are they?"

"So I can only ask you."

I shifted my steps again and turned my body completely frontal to him.

"It's not my turn to say this, but I have also had contact with Zekui. Zekui seems to be the kind of woman you mentioned. Could it be that when you are with Zekui... aren't you nervous?"

I'm looking forward to Yin's answer. I'd like to see how this loyal dog will defend his late master.

Yin didn't rush to answer. The long silence made me almost think that he didn't hear my question, but the expression on his face was obviously thinking about the appropriate answer. This responsibility may only appear when the question involves Zekui.

"nervous."

After a long time, he said to me like this.

"Of course I get nervous too."

"But you can stay with Zekui?"

"Yes, because she doesn't hate me, she knows that I, a demon nobleman, is willing to be her slave."

What an honest answer, Yin did not intend to hide this dirty relationship and some despicable feelings at all, he put this answer in front of my eyes too honestly, on the contrary it made me jump.

I finally agreed to accompany him to the restaurant. I don’t know if Yin noticed the pile of parchment I was holding, maybe he glanced at it when I was not paying attention, I don’t know, after all, I didn’t stare at him all the time.It may be that some thoughts are too confused, I always deliberately avoid focusing on Yin, for fear of being misunderstood by someone as my desire for this beautiful boy.

"Speak up." This time, I became more talkative. "If Beregia believes in you, or if you can feel Beregia's trust, are you willing to be Beregia's servant?"

"I dare not say it to death, but I think it is possible."

"Why, because both Zekui and Belegia are tough women with looks comparable to a succubus?"

"You think me vulgar, and your Majesty and Zekui think vulgarly... However, you can't completely deny the role of appearance here. I dare not say that everyone in the world is like this. At least many people, including me, are not willing to be slaves, but willing to be beautiful. This kind of beauty is not only a kind of conscious enjoyment, but also a kind of physical enjoyment. What an honor it is to kneel in front of a beautiful queen."

"I really can't understand your thoughts. No one in this world is willing to be a slave." I shook my head and said with a sigh.

"Yes, no one really wants to be a slave. Some people who seem to want to be slaves actually want to be masters of other people, but they are afraid that once the environment that forces people to be slaves disappears, They can't be masters anymore."

I turned my head away, and Yin also looked over after noticing my gaze, and smiled at me.Between the lines of his words, he was waving to me and showing off the banner of arrogance in his bones. I couldn't help being jealous, thinking that such a person had too much knowledge, which might not be a good thing.

Obviously what he said is right, but it always makes me very uncomfortable. I think it has nothing to do with the words, but has something to do with the person speaking.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Belegia hadn't come yet, and I haven't visited the entire territory of hell. I dare not say that all demon palaces look like this...

There is no problem at all in such a huge palace, it can hold thousands of people, this restaurant alone can accommodate many people, but now this gorgeous and empty restaurant is only for a few people to eat, there are dozens of chairs on both sides of the huge rectangular dining table, when was the last time this place was full of people.

The spacious floor-to-ceiling windows like a city gate open up the scenery we can see. The intention of the construction is probably to allow people to enjoy the outside scenery while eating... But this is hell, what scenery is worth admiring? Haven’t you suffered enough of all these sufferings on weekdays?

In the gloomy and empty restaurant, you can hear a needle drop on the ground, it feels a little lonely and cold, I would rather experience the helpless lively feeling in a small crowded place.

The food was ready and served because I was here, and if I was not there, no one would have dared to bring the food if I was not here, which gave me a sense of pride, a sense of ownership. The feeling of "power", I know, I know, this is the enjoyment of power that is as bad as a demon, but its production is real, which means that people know that even the devil will give me three points, And I was originally just a captured lower-rank angel.

Demons are always extravagant and wasteful. Today, Lasevier and Beda are not here. The only people eating are me, Yin, and Belegia... Oh, and maybe the child from the Leviathan family, but how much food can only be eaten by such a few people.