Doomsday Game.

While Chu Yan was taking a break from his busy schedule and indulging himself in the warmth and softness of the jade, the Assyrian Kingdom's demon high-ranking officials had a hard time that night.

After Chu Yan and his team killed five demon kings and left Gotham City, the news spread in less than an hour, and was known by other high-ranking officials, and even directly reached the Demon King.

The five demon kings failed to encircle the Joker, but were killed instead, and none of them survived. Such news not only shocked the entire country's high-ranking officials, but even the Assyrian Demon King could no longer maintain a calm and high-profile attitude.

Originally, he was still enjoying the service of a group of human girls in his bedroom. After hearing this news, the brilliant and ambiguous lights in the bedroom suddenly went out.

After a while, the door opened, blowing out a nauseating and strong smell of blood.

The devil walked out of the palace with a sullen face, took the silk scarf handed by the waiter at the door, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and ordered coldly:

"Notify all governors and heads of departments to rush to Gotham City immediately and tell them that the king is waiting for them there."

"Yes."

"Also, clean up the palace and find another batch."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

...

About an hour later, the Assyrian devil, surrounded by a group of fourth-level devils, came to the crime scene that had become a ruin.

"Were those trash killed here?"

The Assyrian devil looked at the charcoal ruins in front of him and asked calmly.

One of the devils behind him who didn't dare to breathe immediately stepped forward to answer:

"Reply...Reply Your Majesty! It should be here!"

The top leaders sent to hunt down the Joker were all gone, and the others didn't know much about this place. Anyway, that's what the people below reported.

"Should?"

However, the Demon King looked back at him, still without any expression, but the Demon Lord who answered the question suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and a sense of crisis rushed to his brain.

He quickly knelt on the ground, and wanted to change his words and report again: "Your Majesty! It's..."

"Swish!"

The Demon King waved his arm casually, and his terrified words came to an abrupt end.

Then the body kneeling on the ground fell to the ground weakly, and the head had disappeared completely, but strangely not a drop of blood flowed out.

The next second, the headless corpse also quickly became shriveled, and finally turned into a pool of black ash.

The strangest thing is that he is obviously a fourth-level Demon Lord, but he did not automatically activate the monarch's ceremony to avoid death once and resurrect again.

Seeing this, the other Demon Lords were so scared that they all knelt on the ground immediately, but no one found it strange.

The Assyrian Demon King looked at them coldly and asked casually:

"Now that things have turned out like this, what do you think the king should do?"

The demon kings trembled and secretly glanced at their colleagues around them. After a brief exchange, they immediately shouted in unison:

"Your Majesty! This proves that the clown has become a force to be reckoned with. We must not let him continue to grow!"

"Yes! Even if we use the power of the whole country, we must destroy him and strangle the idea of ​​human resistance once again!"

"Your Majesty, please take action yourself! Execute the clown for the kingdom! Kill this villain!"

"We are willing to follow your majesty's footsteps and follow you to death!"

"Your Majesty! Even if you want me to be the bait, I will do it! As long as I can get rid of the clown, I am willing to sacrifice everything and bring peace to the kingdom!"

"Your Majesty! Please do it!"

...

The anger in the heart of the Assyrian Demon King has not been vented much, but he can't really kill all these fourth-level subordinates to vent his anger, although he has already felt that it is better to eat these trash to improve his strength.

He was in no mood to pay attention to their hypocritical requests. The matter of taking action personally was already a foregone conclusion.

He turned around and walked into the ruins. Some black scales appeared on his body. It seemed that he was entering the form of a demon, but he didn't enter completely. He just maintained a semi-open state with a hint of characteristics.

But even so, the invisible power of rules also permeated from his body, and a strange gray-black color enveloped the entire ruins.

He felt it carefully and suddenly frowned:

"Strange, there is not even a trace of residual soul essence left? Is it the clown's special ability?"

He originally wanted to collect the soul fragments of the victims left on the battlefield to trace back and see if he could see through the clown's true strength and the specific means of killing the demons. This is a soul-related method he possesses.

However, the result after using the ability was that there was no residual soul breath left at the scene, which can only mean that the clown's ability can absorb and utilize even this lowest level of residual soul matter, which is not something that ordinary apostles can do.

WantAt this point, the Assyrian Demon King narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth:

"Well, maybe your ability can make me go further, then even for myself, I will never let you go!"

"I will play with you personally, clown!"

...

After a night of madness, the sky was slightly bright.

Chu Yan glanced at the morning light outside the window, patted his butt to wake up the policewoman in his arms.

"Hate~ Stop it, let me sleep a little longer~"

"Get up, little lazy cat, do you want your companions to see us like this now?"

Zhou Xiaoqi woke up from her dazed state. When she thought of her bold behavior last night and that she was still fooling around in the living room, she was a little embarrassed. She quickly jumped out of Chu Yan's arms, hurriedly found her bathrobe and wrapped it around herself, turned around and ran on tiptoe, like a little cat stealing fish.

Chu Yan smiled, thinking that it was quite exciting in the living room. Then, before dawn, he got up and started to dress, and quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

Soon, all traces were cleaned up, leaving only a pool of blood on his pants. He wanted to remove it, but he felt that it was a bit memorable, so he decisively found a clean pair of overalls in the building and put them on. He put the old pants into a storage bag made of demon leather.

To be honest, in the world view of this copy, a beauty of the level of Miss Police, at this age, still retains her virginity, which shows her self-respect and uniqueness. Isn't this worth Chu Yan's cherishment?

After cleaning up the battlefield and ensuring that no one could find any clues, Chu Yan waited until all the team members got up, and then held a simple meeting to inform them of the plan set last night.

Although the team members had different attitudes, they also knew that this was the best way at the moment, and naturally no one raised any objections.

After that, Chu Yan summoned five magic puppets and led everyone to set off again in the same way as last night, rushing to the destination without stopping.

Although he would not settle in the City of Sin, it did not mean that he could not go there. He would also go to meet up with his teammates frequently when he had time in the future.

It would be safer and faster for him to send them there personally. He could let them settle down earlier so that he could find a place to retreat and break through earlier.