Shadow of the Beautiful World

Satana Hellstorm is not a qualified hell princess.

Although she inherited Marduk's demon blood, she did not inherit her father's stubbornness and pursuit of power.

In her more than 60 years of life, she has indulged in pleasure, and her life style is definitely worthy of her hell blood.

The rebellious sister who was favored by her brother once thought that she would spend her whole life like this, but it was not until she joined the Son of Hell that the female half-devil was truly reformed.

But compared to her brother Damon joining the Sons of Hell, it was for the purpose of doing something big.

A large part of the reason Satana joined this organization was to follow her brother blindly.

The other half of the reason is because she can't afford to mess with Merlin...

In short, this half-demon girl, just like Merlin said, she is not an ambitious person.

But now, when faced with a very difficult matter, she rarely took the initiative to stand up.

Satana wears a red hood and walks in the molten palace of Marduk Hell.

This is a huge black building, and the whole looks like a demon head nestled under the mountains of hell.

It has black steel horns pointing obliquely to the sky, and it looks extremely majestic against the ever-burning magma around it.

Escorted by a group of demons, Satana came to the front of the palace. Looking at the palace surrounded by burning flames, she pursed her lips.

Brother, your dream... let me guard it this time.

The daughter of hell touched the bracelet on her wrist, and her eyes became firmer.

In Marduk's palace, no one dared to stop Satana.

Maharaja Marduk's love for his two sons and daughters has spread throughout the hell dimension.

Marduk never really punished Satana and Daemon, even if they had teamed up to cheat his old father.

But behind this feeling that is close to doting, what is hidden is the inevitable miserable life of the brothers and sisters of Hellstorm in the future.

The two of them knew from birth that one day their father would need their strength...

Freedom is an illusion that never existed.

A vile lie.

A bitch who flaunts her head but never gets to touch her.

At least for Satana and Damon.

Ah, my daughter came to see me.

On the highest terrace of the palace, Marduk, the lord of hell, is standing on the edge of the terrace with his hands behind his back. This tall devil is looking at the hell world ruled by him.

His black and huge wings hung like a cape behind him.

He appears in human form, wearing a white robe.

But the slightly ferocious claws and the swaying phantom of hell still represent its noble status in hell.

Father.

Satana took off her hood, and she walked towards her old father, her eyes were calm, even with a little hatred, and just the right amount of disgust.

woman...

No matter how unrestrained a woman is, she is definitely a born actress.

Why did you remember to visit me?

Marduk looked down at his daughter. He was 3 meters tall in human form, and Satana stood beside him like a doll.

There was a disgusting look of loving kindness on his face.

He said to Satana:

Aren't you supposed to 'enjoy' life in the world?

I should have continued enjoying it.

Satana closed her eyes, she said impatiently:

But I heard the news that the Battle of the King of Hell has started, so I rushed back...

Okay, father, let's stop acting this kind of show of fatherly kindness and filial piety.

The rebellious daughter leaned her hands on the black railing of the balcony in front of her. She didn't even look at her father. She said in a very reckless tone:

Both Daemon and I know that you are interested in the throne of Satan, and we also guessed that our time is running out. Before you old guys start fighting for power, we juniors will definitely have to fight.

I won't talk nonsense.

Satana gritted her teeth and said:

I am willing to take the initiative to accept your call and become the devil king of hell under your command, but I have one condition!

Hehe, let me guess.

Marduk doesn't seem surprised by his daughter's decision.

He scratched his chin with his paw, and said playfully:

Your request is that I let your brother go? Right?

Satana stood there expressionless, seemingly disdainful of answering this question, but Marduk said with a sigh:

Oh, my poor silly girl.

Because of your mother's teachings, your brother has almost never come back to see me for so many years. He has already made up his mind to part ways with me. Only you still stay by my side occasionally.

Although you don't care about anything, but Satana, my daughter, I know you better than anyone else.

In your half-demon body, there still beats a heart that is gentler than your brother's.

The Lord of Hell pouted:

A heart so gentle that it shouldn't belong to the devil, I've already guessed that you will make this choice.

Without further ado.

Satana snorted, she looked at her father without respect, and she said:

You just say yes or no?

certainly!

Marduk laughed, and the lord of hell stretched out his hand to stroke his daughter's long white hair, and said softly:

How can I bear to reject my lovely daughter?

You go to rest first. The Bloodline Recovery Ceremony needs time to prepare. Before that, I have to do one more thing, my daughter.

The Lord of Hell narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the sky, and said:

If you and I are lucky enough, you don't need to fight other hell princes and princesses. You will inherit my glory and become the most honorable princess in this hell dimension.

That would be the best gift I could give my daughter.

Satana's eyes blinked at this moment.

hehe.

Her father's plan was perfect.

Unfortunately, he chose an unreliable executor.

Satana looked at her confident old father, a hint of hidden hatred and pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Her risk is worth it.

This arrogant and vicious old guy who imprisoned her and her brother for the first half of their lives didn't know that he was being targeted by ravens looking for food.

he...

Already a dead man!

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The expressionless night jackal hovers above the hot lava of Popocatepetl volcano.

Beside her, Nekolodamus, a black wizard who always claimed to be wise and safe, stood on a stone in the volcanic magma, leaning on a cane and hunched over.

The scorching wind blows the long hair of the scarred and wrinkled dark wizard, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But he didn't want to miss the scene in front of him.

There was a greedy light in his eyes.

He has reached a contract with the Lord of Hell, as long as he breaks the truce agreement for Marduk and assassinates the archangel representing heaven, his mission will be completed.

He will have the promised eternal life, and hell will no longer accept his soul.

Both death and old age will leave him. With enough time, and with the dark divine book in his hand, a broad road to immortality is close at hand.

Marduk will command his legions of Hell to destroy the world, but they won't stay here forever.

After the demons recede, this world will usher in a new era, and Necrodamus, the legend who ended the old world...

It will also have its own era!

He will be a legend!

A big man known in all worlds, maybe heaven will not let him go, but that's okay.

As long as the book of darkness is in his hands, this omniscient treasure will allow him to escape safely every time.

To do big things, how can there be no risk?

How can it be possible to achieve a career without sacrifice?

Necrodamus is a poor spellcaster, a dark wizard of the lowest order, but he also understands this truth.

In fact, this guy is not worthless.

His ambition, his courage, his ability to execute, and his luck are all far superior to 99% of the people in this world.

kuang

The sound of forging hammers beating metal came from the center of the magma lake.

The dwarf from Nidavel was swinging the forging hammer, putting the finishing touches on the weapon Nekorodamus had longed for.

kuang

Another low sound of forging hammer sounded in the volcanic lava, together with the cries of satisfaction from the dwarves.

Regardless of their temperament, the dwarves of Nidaville are the most famous blacksmiths among the stars.

They will put their energy into their own works. When a well-crafted and perfect weapon is made, it is definitely the most important and most enjoyable moment in the lives of these dwarves.

Much happier than drinking the sweetest wine.

Although Regner was deviant, pursued evil forging skills, and was exiled by his compatriots, he was still a dwarf who loved forging.

finished!

The huge dwarf threw the heavy forging hammer into the lava. He took a few steps back, admiring the work placed on the iron felt.

The black wizard also released a transfiguration spell, and under the guard of the night jackal, he appeared next to the huge iron felt.

In front of the three of them, on the iron felt that was still exuding high temperature and special magic power, there was a weird thing placed there.

this thing...

how to say?

It is a bit different from weapons such as swords, axes, and war hammers generally forged by blacksmiths.

It has a streamlined cylindrical shape as a whole.

About the thickness of three adult arms.

The whole body is silvery white, shining a frost-like light in the halo of magma.

Its tail has four tail fins that are forged in one piece, which are used to stabilize the ballistic trajectory during high-speed flight.

At the tail of this thing, there are several injectors, which are filled with high-energy propellant produced in Nidaville, which is far beyond this world.

Yes.

This thing is a rocket.

At least it looks like that.

Under the cover of shadowy white high-temperature smoke, the black wizard caressed the forged weapon with joy on his face.

This is exactly what he personally designed, which can complete a fatal assassination in a far away place.

Before this guy became a dark wizard, he was an international arms dealer.

He has his own unique understanding of weapons.

Well, this thing is a bit different from the weapons I usually forge.

The dwarf scratched his smooth scalp, and he explained to the strange-eyed Ms. Ye Jackal:

The Asgardians will also use this kind of weapon. How can I put it? Although it is far from a knife or a sword, I have to admit that the lethality of this thing is indeed much stronger than a dagger. .”

You're just a blacksmith, you know shit weapons!

Necromancer Rodamus slid his finger on the silver-white rocket, and he said with a look of disdain:

Swords have long been eliminated. This weapon with both elegance and destructive power is what I really want.

Archangel Slayer!

The black wizard laughed, and said:

This is its name, and it will be engraved in history with me!

All right.

Dwarf Regner shrugged, and said:

You are the boss, you have the final say, and you have paid the deposit, as you wish.

He glanced at the sky, grabbed the wine glass he had thrown aside, and while gulping down the hot wine that was roasted in the magma, he said carelessly:

The work is done, give me the remaining money and materials!

dwarf said:

This place will soon be turned into a scorched earth because of your audacity. I have to take the nearest ship to leave Earth.

Give it to him.

The black wizard got his favorite weapon, and he didn't want to stay in this ghost place any longer.

He put his Archangel Slayer into the prepared magic container, then gave his servant Ye Jackal an order, and left this ghostly place with a transfer spell.

kuang

A heavy box was thrown out by the night jackal and fell at the dwarf's feet.

Regner rubbed his hands together, and opened the box.

It is filled with all kinds of precious stones and rare forging materials produced by the earth, and on top of those materials, there are some ready-made US dollars.

It must be useless for the dwarf to ask for money from the earth, he is going to leave here.

The money was used for him to buy boat tickets in .b's Xinggang black market.

Very well, the transaction is completed.

The dwarf's eyes were dazzled by the materials and gems.

He picked up a ruby ​​the size of a human fist, put it in front of his eyes, and said:

That idiot made a lot of money. If he wasn't too crazy, I would like to make more deals with him.

Behind the dwarf, the night jackal Razan moved his shoulders, and silently held his black ritual battle axe.

The power from Hades entwined on the strange blade of the battle axe.

Night jackal said in a low voice:

You think he's crazy too, don't you?

certainly!

The tall dwarf snorted, and said:

Who would believe the devil's promise to destroy his own world? That guy is a lunatic and selfish. Even if he manages to do this, hell won't spare his life.

Yeah, I think so too.

The night jackal said to the dwarf as if chatting:

Speaking of which, I have a little suggestion about where you want to take refuge...

puff

The black battle ax pierced the heart of the unprepared dwarf from behind like a poisonous snake looking for food.

Blood spilled into the magma, splashing foul-smelling gas.

The dwarves howled and wanted to fight back, but the night jackals prepared to summon dark forces, like furtive tentacles extending from beneath the lava.

Those tumbling darkness and bones bound Greiner tightly in place.

Don't look at me like that, and don't hate me, it's not a personal grudge.

In front of the dwarves, Ye Jackal raised the blood-stained battle axe, and she said expressionlessly:

One of my elders appreciates your dark forging skills, and he is willing to provide you with an eternal job.

Go to hell, Regner.

The raven is welcome!