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

Pedeo seemed to have something to say, and the tail drooped behind him. It seemed that it was not something that could make people happy.Although the expression can be deceiving, the tail is not. When it is happy, it wags vigorously, and when it is sad, it hangs down.

"That... I hope you can understand me, I'm not a demon who likes to speak ill of others..."

"Well, I know this, so, who do you want to talk about?"

She rubbed her hands, and her legs that were slightly apart just now were also brought together because of nervousness. She lowered her head and looked at the stack of books on the other side of the bookcase, hesitating for a while.

"It's... Kamsha..."

"Oh."

"Your Majesty! I don't mean anything else, it's just... It's really hard for me to get used to working with that guy, it's too unbearable..."

"yes."

I nodded and didn't say anything. I wanted to let Pedeo understand that I understood her from my eyes, but I couldn't say it directly.Pedeo tried his best to make me understand her difficulties, but I felt a little sorry for her, because I also knew exactly what kind of person Kumsha was. If it hadn’t happened suddenly, I didn’t want her to be with Pedeo. I also expected that Pedeo would be dissatisfied with Kumxia.

"So, you are so happy these two days because you got rid of Kumsha?"

Pedeo blushed, and raised his thin shoulders. That shy look made people's hearts flutter.

"Hmm...Your Majesty, are you...very angry?"

"No, no, no, don't be angry." I waved my hand, bringing a burst of cool air. "Compared to her, you are an angel. That guy is a real devil who is insidious to the bone. You can't be her match."

"You have no idea what she did to those prisoners! She!"

"It's the same as Agadina, right? I hate those succubi so much that I will never leave them alive after being caught. Not only that, but there are also various ways of execution, right?"

Pedeo was slightly taken aback.

"You all... know."

"You think, you know, that guy used to be the city of Belial... oh, it should be called the city of Gabriel now, and he was the consul there. It happened that Lipatia came to Hell not long ago. Maybe it was because the life in Belie was too depressing. Some succubi there had some faith in Lipatia, thinking that she was sent by God to redeem them... Do you know what Kumsha, who was the consul, did at that time?"

Pedro shook his head.

"Citywide hunting." I tapped the arm of my chair like a bard telling a story. "Without receiving my order, Kamxia ordered a large-scale arrest and hunting of those people with 'pagan' beliefs within the entire city. Most of them are succubus, or... as long as you are a succubus, you basically cannot escape death."

Pedeo's eyes widened. Although she had been in contact with Kumxia, she still couldn't believe what she heard.

"Why would she do that?!"

"Why? I don't know. Maybe she just can't understand those succubi. Lipatia was furious at the time, but she couldn't kill Kamsha because of the situation... Although I know that she is a lunatic, she is a capable lunatic."

Hearing this, Pedeo lowered her head in disappointment, and she probably understood that I was hinting at her that although Kumxia is very annoying, it's better not to provoke her. "

Chapter 208. The Movement of the Succubus Legion (Goloi)

I propped myself up from the spacious seat, lightly flicked the thick goose down cloak behind me, walked with heavy steps to the table by the wall with my numb legs, picked up the crystal glass bottle, uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses of wine.

"Okay, don't think so much."

I took two wine glasses and walked up to Pedeolo, and handed one of them to her.

After taking the wine glass, she still looked sullen. Pedeo's personality has always been quite peaceful and cheerful, and it is rare to see her have any negative emotions; once the smile on her face is gone, the gloomy melancholy occupies her soul, which shows that the hardship she feels is much harsher than most people imagine.

I drank the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, and the strong burning sensation flowed down my throat and into my stomach, which also made my dull head sober a little.

I patted Pedeolo on the shoulder, and said to her: "You and Kumxia are only temporary, everything is temporary now, and the power of the devil king is currently in an unprecedented state of chaos, but you know why I Are you in no hurry?"

Pedeo was also puzzled. She slowly raised her head and looked at me silently. She was sad but still wanted to know the answer to solve her inner confusion.

I smiled and continued: "That's because only by smashing the old things before can we build new things. Since everything is going to be destroyed, then don't stop it, let it be destroyed, let it rot, it doesn't matter, as long as it can cope with the current situation... I know you are unhappy, but to put it bluntly, you and I and anyone else's feelings can only be put aside now, we have more important things to do."

"Yes, I understand Your Majesty..."

There was something in Pedeo's words, but she didn't go on.

She is not an ignorant child. I believe she is no more confused than I am when I say it. It is a bit too ostentatious for her to talk about these things. I think what Pedeo wants is more specific things.

"Don't worry, you and Kumxia won't have more opportunities to work together in the future. When the things at hand are over now, you will never see her again."

Pedeo pursed his lips slightly, looked at the wine glass in his hand, and said nothing.

I gently stroked her head and the pair of soft wolf ears on top of her head, then turned away.

"Speaking of which, what's the reason you came to see me? I saw you flustered before."

"Ah! Yes, Your Majesty, I just received a letter from Grotney. I happened to meet a messenger on the way, so I brought it directly."

"A letter from Grotney? Was it written by Yazenoran and Agadina?"

It’s been a long time since I’ve had any information about Grotney, and time seems to have stopped there. Before Rust invaded Grottney, I discussed with Yazenoran and Agadina to join forces against Dipalona, ​​and put all the last elite troops in Grottney.

In this way, it can not only prevent Rust from going south, thus forming a siege to me, but also prevent Yazenoran from plotting against the law. Although it is impossible for that army to occupy the entire territory of Grotney, it is still very easy for Yazenoran to immediately attack the capital of Grotney and capture him alive if he wants to play any tricks.

In the eyes of outsiders, Lasevier is still a traitor now, and the entire corps stationed in Grotheny has betrayed me, and I am now a poor commander. Of course, Dipalona is not a fool, but there is no evidence , she can only suffer from being dumb.

Even so, the situation on Grotny's side still worries me. On the one hand, Dipalona is cunning and insidious. She will not let Grotny off, and secondly, Yazenoran and Agadina...Although they don't hate me as much as they hate Dipalona, ​​they don't treat me as their own family either.

Yazenoran didn't want to succumb to anyone, he was waiting for the right time, while Agadina felt that I was deceived by Lipatia and wanted to "rescue" me. It is estimated that the child has not given up his dream of being a demon king until now.

Although I will know the contents of the letter right away, I still couldn't help but guess the contents of the letter when I opened it, and what news would come from Grotney.

When I opened the envelope and saw the words on the letter, my wrist twitched violently, and the glass in my hand fell to the ground, ending its mission with a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty! Are you okay?" Pedeo behind me asked anxiously upon seeing this.

I took a deep breath, squinted the letter in my hand tremblingly with my eyes wide open.

"Dipalona...you bastard..." I gritted my teeth and said in a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty, what did the letter... say..."

I glanced at Pedeolo, who was staring at me worriedly, but I ignored her, and quickly walked to the map by the wall in three steps.

"What do you want... Dipalona... what do you want to do..."

Pedeo also followed me, standing beside me and looking at the huge and exquisite map on the wall like me, but she didn't know where to put her gaze.

"Your Majesty... is it..."

"That bastard Dipalona is starting to mobilize troops."

"Deploy troops? Could it be that she wants to besiege Grotney?"

"No, on the contrary, that guy also transferred all the legions stationed near Grotney, leaving only a small number of border guards near the border."

"Transfer... Where can Dipalona transfer the legion to at this time? Enwei, if this is the case, the situation will be bad. We don't have many troops in Enwei. If Dipalona transfers a large number of troops to Enwei at this time, we have no way to resist."

What Pedeolo said is correct, although the distance between Rust and Envi is very far, it will take a lot of time and money to mobilize such a large force, but it is not impossible, if Dipalona is determined to win Enwei, even if she doesn't let me accomplish my goal, it's not absolutely impossible for her to do such a thing.

But I doubt whether Dipalona will really do this, and is it necessary for her to transfer a large number of troops to Enwei at this time.

As Pedeo said, I don’t have many troops on hand now. It’s not that I can’t recruit people, but I don’t have money to recruit new troops. I originally wanted to wait for Sister Mammon to help me , but for some reason, Sister Mammon has not moved until now. I suspect that this place has something to do with Dipalona.

But more importantly, Dipalona doesn't want to go to war like this. Her strength in Envi is enough to rival my sphere of influence in Envi. Besides, unlike me, Rust is now extremely rich.

Then, she can definitely recruit troops locally in Enwei instead of transferring all the local legions to Enwei in the southeast.

If we look at the relative position of the Demon King's territory, Rust is in the northwest of the Demon King's territory, and Enwei is in the southeast of the Demon King's territory. With such a long distance, I believe Dipalona would not spend such a large amount of money to mobilize troops unless it is an urgent situation.

unless……

"Dipalona... is she really planning to send troops to Enwei?"

Chapter 209. The Betrayed Bloodline (Agadina)

Do demons pray.

The answer is affirmative. Only respectable people and gods who do not pray in the world will do so. The former does not place hope on ethereal power, and the latter is that ethereal power.

But demons are not fearless existences. They are regarded by people as the embodiment of evil and pain. It seems that demons only have rampant sins, and their dark souls are so dirty that they can no longer be stained by anything.

Yes, the devil is like this, who can deny it, but if this is the case, why can I hear so many wailing in hell.The wailing of weak demons, the wailing of sinner souls, the wailing of resistance, the wailing of helplessness, wrong, all wrong, demons are timid, at least most demons are like this.

No one can resist, the demons are all nailed to the cross of fate, and no one can escape from the sin. The distorted portrait tells the scene of the demons hunting the weak souls of human beings, but who ever thought that the demons would not become hunted beasts.

My kneeling was not absolutely pious, but it was driven by a vague fear. The oppressive force was like a chain that bound my legs, and the heavy responsibility was like a shackle on my shoulders, forcing me to show myself in front of the noble spirit in a surrendered posture.

"Forgive me...Great Lucifer, I know I'm guilty, but it's definitely not the sin of being a devil, but the sin of being your descendant. I have blasphemed your sacred blood. I am a heinous traitor. I will not forgive you. Please forgive my body, only please don't abandon my soul... let me become a helpless ghost."

I knelt in front of the table, and there was a portrait of Lucifer on the table. In the painting, Lucifer sat on a throne made of skeletons. His black wings covered the sky that shone with thunder. He wore a crown woven of withered thorns on his head and held a scepter of the inverted cross in his hand.

There is no place for me to live in the ghost palace soaked in the blood of the disease, but my proud bloodline has to be hidden here, allowing those inferior bastards to dominate my head, and the most inferior creatures dominate the life of the noble. This is simply the biggest joke.

After praying, I slowly stood up from the ground, looking at the majestic Lucifer in the painting, but I felt a melancholy that was hard to dissipate in my heart.

I left the room with my tired body. I wanted to find a place to rest quietly, but I heard hurried footsteps behind me before I walked far.

I stood in the empty corridor with a deep red carpet under my feet, and the light footsteps got closer and closer to me, and didn't stop until I was less than half a meter away.

I turned around and looked at the owner of the footsteps behind me. The petite boy was startled the moment he saw my face, was startled, and then took half a step back because of the fantasy in his eyes.

"Ah...Agadina..."

Yazenoran is always taken aback, and I don't mean me, but anything can startle this little lord with the blood of great crime.Anything, his appearance is simply the truest portrayal of his soul, cowardly and vulnerable, he is submissive about everything, and dare not have his own opinion.

I have been in Grotney for so long, and I don’t hate Yazenoran that much anymore, because he is too weak, he just wants to please others blindly, and he doesn’t know how to use the most dirty means to defend all his rights.

Such a devil can't be hated, but it's also hard to show love. The only thing he can get is pity.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Yazenoran in a low voice, without any other meaning, but my mental weakness has already made me burnt out.

He sneaked a glance at me, but still didn't dare to meet my gaze, so he just lowered his head, stared at his shoes and said, "I just came to see you... how are you?"

"As you can see, I'm still alive."

"No, I didn't mean that, I meant..."

The moment I put my hand on top of his head, he was afraid again, thinking that I was going to hit him.This reminds me of myself just now, didn't I also have to pray to my ancestors who are no longer there because of timidity and self-doubt.

Thinking of this, I laughed at myself, and then gently stroked the top of his head.

He opened his eyes cautiously, looking at me with upturned eyes.

"Are you really okay? I'm so worried about you... If you have any unhappy things, you can tell me. Although... I'm not a powerful demon, but I'm still... I'm also a lord. Although I can't make everyone happy... But if I can make Agadina happy..."

"No." I interrupted him. "You can't make me happy."

This cold assertion made his mood sink again, compared to the endless disappointment, it spread and flowed in every one of his blood vessels like cold stagnant water.

"It's not your fault, Yazenoran Beelzebub, it's all my fault, and it's also my incompetence. You can't make me happy just because I hate my own weakness. I've lost all face of the Lucifer family. Not just you, no one else can make me happy after losing this honor."

"But it's clearly not Agadina's fault! Agadina also...has no choice..."

"I have a choice, but my choice can only be to surrender. The only difference is who to surrender to... I don't want to surrender to the succubus or the angel, but what can I do? My brother abandoned me, and my mother also abandoned me..."

The only thing that didn't abandon me was the hot blood. That blood was the only bond connecting my brother and me, and the only thing I could feel was alive, not just the survival of the body, but also the survival of the soul.

On the night of death in the dead of night, no matter how the sound of the trial organ echoes in my ears, or the sound of the holy blood flowing, it can make me shed warm tears, knowing that I am still alive.

"I understand you a little bit, you don't want to succumb to the succubus, right? But... what choice do we have, we can only choose to sell our souls to the succubus or to the angel, if we insist on choosing I would rather be destroyed in the hands of bastards than beg for mercy from those sanctimonious white bastards."

"No, no... no, Agadina!" Yazenoran looked like he was about to cry, he yelled at me at the top of his lungs. "You're different from me, different! I'm a waste, I'm an incompetent lord...I don't have the right to reverse all this, but you do! You haven't lost yet, so don't give up!"

Yes, I know it, Yazenoran, I know it, I haven't lost yet, the flag on my shoulders hasn't broken yet.However, no matter what kind of glory I can achieve in the future, I can't deny that there is a trace of chaos in this glory, which is a stain. People will always remember that I once surrendered to the succubus, threw my dignity aside, knelt in front of the succubus queen, and let her manipulate me.

For the glory of the family, for the ones I love, the blood flowing in my body makes me unable to give up so easily, and I have to continue to fight.I must take back my domain, take back my lordship, take back my people, take back the palace where I live, take back my everything.

For this reason, I made a deal with the succubus and sold it, the only thing I had.

The glory of blood.

Chapter 210. The Emancipation of Conscience (Jaurist)

Moral blame no longer tortures my soul as it used to. In the final analysis, it is a kind of moral reason. Only after I am freed from it can I recognize the true face of this "disease". The knot in the heart, the body will no longer suffer any great suffering.

From this point of view, perhaps everything has been like this from the very beginning, the pain is not real, it is just an illusion, caused by many fantasies, as long as you recognize this face, then you can be free from suffering.According to their words, I am still very ignorant. After all, I am very clear. From my age, I am not qualified to talk about such things. Although the demons in hell always make people shudder, and the word demon can often represent a general meaning, there are still some demons who are very different.

There is morality in success, and morality in failure. The destination of the soul seems to have nothing to do with the body, but completely depends on the existence of abstract things like morality. But does this mean that even if a person kills and sets fire, and does all kinds of bad things in the body, his "conscience" still abides by the "morality" of the world, so he can go to heaven?

I don't know, but I guess God probably wouldn't be that unfair.

Thanks to my betrothed Lulcimer, ah, please allow me to call that lithe and beautiful maiden, because only in this way can my tense heart feel a little cool in the fire without driving myself completely crazy.