Night Raven Master

Chapter 159 Purgatory Opera Flo
Butler Flo, or the devil warlock Flo, with his hands behind his back, calmly walked through the streets filled with killing and screaming.

"Lord Baron, look, this beautiful color—" He held up his hands, "Don't you think this is the greatest art?"

On the pure white snow, patches of scarlet stained with blood, like flower petals, were covered with fanaticism: "The drama of killing is the most beautiful art."

"A hermit who was forced to become a demon warlock, who didn't like destruction and chaos, and hid everywhere, accidentally found an abandoned castle and hid in it, but he didn't expect to be attacked by the Holy See and the lord immediately."

There was a smile on his face: "Incredibly wonderful turning point, innocent demon warlock~what an irony~"

"Whether he kills or not, he's evil—pretty perfect theater, isn't it?"

"And our drama today is—" This elegant old man, his face became younger every time he took a step, and when he turned his head, his face had changed into that of a man in his 30s Mature youth.

"The Drama of Mercy."

He looked at the baron with a dazed and dull face, and smiled even more:
"The two benevolent and virtuous lords of our Susa leader exchanged their kindness for the resentment of the subjects, and the benevolent decrees were resented by the greedy subjects."

Flo raised his voice: "Come on, let's see what the citizens think of Viscount Susa—"

He raised his hand, and the surging ice-blue mental power entered the ring, and ghostly blue souls rushed out of the ring——

"I'm so poor, why don't you give me food and let me starve to death." This is a tall, healthy man.

"Why is only a wizard able to be a lord? He is so weak, why can't I! I am so strong! Just because he is the son of a wizard!?" , trying to resist and become the lord, but finally failed and was killed.

It was really difficult to collect this guy's soul, and he was almost discovered by Viscount Susha.The corners of Flo's mouth curled up slightly.

"The first one is laziness, and the second one is jealousy, shouldn't it be considered ignorance? How could you think that becoming a wizard is lucky?" He sneered. What about the qualifications as a lord?

The jealousy of the incompetent.

He glanced at Baron Susha: "Then, next, the third person—"

A fat, bloated fleshy ball of soul:

"I need more. More is all mine"

greedy?

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Why am I the only one so miserable! You all have to become like me!"

anger?
Baron Susha's face didn't change much, but Flo couldn't stand it any longer: "It doesn't feel right"

He touched his chin: "The quality is not pure enough. It needs pure anger without other reasons. If it is mixed with jealousy, it is not pure."

"What a pity, there are other Sons of Sorrow coming here, and it's the worst Eye of Doom." Flo scratched his head. "Doom, doom, this kind of thing is really annoying."

"I just said why the lakeside elf who was sealed in Susha Lake died suddenly a few days ago. It's a pity, it's a pity, it could be used for a year." He ignored the Baron Susha behind him, and put his hands behind his back. In the back of the head, "If you can sacrifice to Fran in the future, you should be able to get some power from him, and you can break through to the apocalypse."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that idiot Fran, actually came into direct contact with the Eye of Evil." Flo shook his head, "But we can probably estimate his strength. If Fran can be severely injured, one blow should have a third-level spell." Intensity, although it only has the power of one blow, try not to meet him head-on until the third level."

"You can't get close to him, or you will be affected by bad luck."

He bit his fingernails: "Unfortunately, it would be great if we could take the opportunity to eliminate this guy. This guy might be the most troublesome one. Fran doesn't want to come over. That guy Ouma is also a coward. As long as there is danger, he will kill him." Refusing to show up, he deserves to be a third-level devil after so long."

He stopped and wiped the soles of his shoes on the dead body on the ground:

"Damn. Why did this guy come to me? The laboratory in the cemetery was also destroyed, and those idiots were also killed. We can only end the drama early."

"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I really hate it!" Flo scratched his head irritably, "Obviously he can still play for several years! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Why does nothing good happen every time I meet him?"

When he passed through the Dilude Plain, An Suxi, who should have been killed by him more than 20 years ago, suddenly appeared again. He planned that time for a long time, but he didn't die.

Just show up, it's not a loss to eliminate a child of sorrow, but who knows.
But in the end, none of the three were eliminated.

This is very bad.

"Eye of Evil Night. You bastard"

The more I think about Flo, the angrier I get. I have been planning for so long, but I just don't want to do anything to the other children of sorrow. Now it seems that only the son of sorrow can kill the son of sorrow.

He bit his finger hard, and the blood flowed out:

"Sure enough, we should improve our strength as soon as possible. Is it useless to rely on other things?"

"Ah" He looked at the guards who were under his control and started massacring the townspeople.

"Although it's a bit hasty, but..."

He opened his hands, and the undulating voice of music spread throughout the town:

"Come on! Come on! My beautiful carnage opera! Cry! Cry! And die!"

"No, this is too crazy, it's better to be more elegant, ahem—"

He adjusted his posture and looked much more elegant, bowed and bowed:
"Please go to hell, everyone."

boom! ! !
The entire town of Susha was covered in dark blue.

Suddenly, the incantation written in purgatory language emerged.

A cold aura seemed to fill the whole world.

Everyone in the small town of Susha was shocked by this sudden change.

From the entrance of the town to the location of the castle, streaks of blue spiritual light began to spread at an extremely fast speed, just like the paint was rendered on the canvas, the original white was dyed dark blue.

The panicked crowds running around stopped when they discovered the light curtain that dyed everything dark red.

In the violently shaking, clear and evil dark blue, the corners of Flo's mouth also curled up:
Because, in his vision, the phantom of a tall devil appeared.

"Huh? Isn't this our 'Purgatory Opera' Flo? You bastard again!? Another town sacrificed? What do you want?"

A gigantic phantom of a devil like a mountain, covered with dark blue armor-like scales, a whip-like tail, huge wings behind it, and a drop of frost dripping from the sharp teeth of the bloody mouth can even Directly freeze to death the Apocalypse who just entered the apocalypse.

This is a deep cold refining demon.

"Murder, of course." The corners of Flo's mouth curled up, with a smile on his face, "If Fran can't do it, you should. You're a fourth-level devil."

"Fran can't do it?" The huge devil rubbed his chin, "Could it be the Marquis, let's talk about it first, we don't plan to mess around in this period."

"It's okay, it's just a guy who hasn't reached the apocalypse. I can't beat him now, but I can't find other devils, so I can only find you, Pacatus." Flo had a smile on his face.

"Really?" The hell fiend named Pacatus said with some doubts, grabbed two townspeople and swallowed them, "Although you are a human being, you are more like a devil than a devil." , and there is no sign of depravity at all, I always feel that there is nothing good about the guy you are targeting."

"You think too much." Flo shrugged, tsk, it's not easy to lie.

The deep cold demons are also extremely powerful in the plane of hell. They are the undisputed overlords among most devils, and they follow behind the devil princes to serve them.

On the battlefield, this group of deep-cold refining demons are fearless. They will choose the most powerful enemy to fight alone, domineering and arrogant.

However, that doesn't mean they're dumb.

They can be promoted from the lowest level of devils to the fourth level of the apocalypse. They will not lack combat effectiveness, and at the same time, their brains will not be too bad.

He raised the corner of his mouth, and grabbed a few citizens and mercenaries again: "I always feel that you have a conspiracy, this time I won't make a contract with you, you go and lie to those low-level devils! Hahahaha! !!"

After speaking, the other party disappeared immediately, and the aura of terror that came with it also disappeared.

However, people did not recover from the panic.

"Tsk, it's a pity that your intuition is so accurate?" Flo scratched his head. The more powerful the creature, the stronger the sense of crisis, especially the prophecy system. Although the deep cold demon does not have the blood and spells of the prophecy system, but.
Forget it, self-defeating would be bad.

In case Packast got upset and attacked him, although he had the means to escape, the loss would be too great.

This powerful devil is a general in the Frost Hell, leading the hell legion into the battlefield.

With strong, class superiority and huge power, the deep cold and deep hell fiends have become domineering and controlling tyrants.

Although it looks easy to talk, it is always planning how to get rid of the things that prevent it from satisfying its desires.

Dealing with this kind of devil is very dangerous, even if he is not careful, he will overturn the car.

"Forget it, summon a group of low-level devils to act as scapegoats to attract attention."

Flo waved his fingers, swiped them quickly in the air, and wrote spells in purgatory language one after another.

(End of this chapter)