Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Marshmallow keeps the little devil company.

Watching him fight step by step, evolving in blood and fire.That demon body is really ugly, it doesn't look like it used to be at all.

He becomes a lemur, further a quassai, then a flaming demon, and finally a powerful Balrog lord.

Climb up little by little, from a humble worm to an abyss master in charge of life and death.

This is the one thousand and twentieth floor of the abyss, which they call the Purgatory of Mad Battle.

The demon lord who rose from purgatory has a very strange elven name "Arkbold", which means "the ultimate avenger".

His power quickly expanded from a single territory to a demon tribe, and then he commanded more tribes, becoming the master of the entire Berserk Purgatory.

Later, he devoured a black dragon and evolved into a higher-level demon king.

When he reached the total level of 50, the talent in his soul awakened him, and he could feel countless voices calling him in the dark.He adjusted the goal of his next battle to the Kingdom of God that tortured the girl, because he felt that there was a piece of godhead there.

A fragment of the godhead of a fallen god of death.

Where Akbold's sword pointed, thousands of demon armies overwhelming the sky and overwhelming the earth, overcoming obstacles for him and shaking the sinful kingdom of God for him.

It is said that the tormentor girl was seriously injured after offending a powerful lich, and was revived still weak.

Akbold's army took the opportunity to capture his territory, and then captured the death god's godhead fragment.

However, Akbold has no interest in Godhead, he just gets some specious things from it.

"Murphy..." He said the name awkwardly.

His magic pet told him: "That is your lover in the previous life, he is now a lich. Have you heard of Lich Yaori?"

The demon monarch seemed to understand, and sent his messenger to send a lot of gifts to the great Lich Yaori.

Then, his next goal was to torture the girl. He said, "I don't want to enshrine the gods, I just want to pull those gods from their seats."

No one knew why he had such ambitions, nor did he himself.

But he succeeded.

Torturing the girl is not a god who is good at frontal combat, and he was finally overwhelmed by the countless demon army.

Akbold locked him in a cage, and then looked at his weapon——

It was a severed bone whip, and the fine bones were continuous, exuding a shimmer of divine power.This is a powerful artifact.

Marshmallow already yelled, "Kill him! Kill him!"

The tormenting girl held the cage with both hands, her palms were scorched by the flames above, and she let out a shrill cry: "You can't kill me! I am the descendant of Frantes, the fallen god king, and I flow the blood of the night. I am this The destined master of this abyss!"

"But you are very noisy." Akbold put down the bone whip, took out his saber, and chopped off the hands that tortured the girl non-stop.

The tormenting girl finally shut up, and she realized that she might really die at the hands of the demon king.

How many years ago, the gods would scoff at such things.

But now, the times are completely different, and the number of gods killed by mortals is about to reach three digits... A weak existence like him is nothing after breaking away from the shelter.

The tormented girl trembled with fear, and he began to try to beg for mercy, saying, "There are still many treasures in my treasury, which I have accumulated over the years. As long as you release me back to the dark realm, I can serve you everything. "

Akbold thought for a while, and said, "I don't want those, anyway, I gave them to Yaori."

He raised his blade.

The tortured girl shouted in a panic: "I can serve you! I can be your slave! You can do anything to me, as long as you let me live!"

Akbold hesitated a little.

But at this time his magic pet had calmed down, and said in a very happy tone: "Baby, kill him."

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Well, you have the final say."

With the hand raised and the knife dropped, the tormented girl's head rolled and fell into the cage.

His vitality is of course very strong, and he will not die until his divine power is exhausted.A pair of eyes inherited from Frantes are still rolling, but no sound can come out of the mouth that was opened in vain.

Marshmallow said again: "Honey, leave it to me. The flames can completely burn his body to death, and there will be no mistakes."

Akbold nodded, wiped his knife on the tortured girl's body, and then turned indifferently.

In the cage, a blue flame was burning fiercely.

The tortured girl screamed for more than 300 nights, and finally fell forever in pain.

His godhead was smashed to pieces by Akbold's familiar.

It seems that it will take another tens of millions of years in the abyss to re-condense a brand new tormenting godhead, and then the corresponding god will appear again.

Akbold trusted his magic pet almost more than he trusted himself.

Every demon knows this, but they still don't know what kind of creature that familiar is.

But one day, the marshmallows disappeared very suddenly.

And that day, the demon king, who never dreamed, suddenly had a realistic and bizarre dream, and he dreamed of many things.

When he woke up again, he called out habitually: "Elanka! Where are you?"

No one responded to him, and the marshmallow seemed to evaporate in this time and space.

Ackbold sat silently for a while, looking down at his hands.

The fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints, stained with a lot of dirty blood...

He put his hand gently on his chest and bowed slightly, as if he had suffered a sudden painful blow.

But soon, he stood up again and said: "Come here, prepare a mission. Will... pass on the news of Lich Yaori."

……

The marshmallow was spit out from the turbulent flow of time and space.

In a white light, he was gradually elongated, and then recovered his figure.

Murphy touched his body, it was hot.

He looked up and saw that the white light was slowly dissolving.

The enveloping magic power has also subsided, and time is gradually returning to normal from the freeze.

And in the center of the white light, the real familiar was motionless, its body shattered like a petal.

It's dead.

Elanka's lifespan came to an end, and it walked quietly, perhaps because it had completed its mission.

Murphy had already forgotten what he was doing on this plane before.

He took two steps along the street, feeling that every look was strange.Then he went back to his room instinctively and opened the door.

He saw Enoch sitting on the sofa, wearing a pair of glasses, studying a manual with his head down.

Sensing Murphy's return, Enoch raised his head, took off his glasses, and said, "Why are you back?"

Murphy sniffed, his eyes were red.

It can be seen that Enuo panicked instantly, stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Murphy walked over, hugged him, and made sniffling noises without speaking.

Enoch hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly at a loss, and said, "Is someone bullying you outside? I'll go out and kill him."

Murphy remembered that the Enoch in front of him, Enoch Friedrich, had been waiting for him for 200 years.

"Baby," Murphy said, "You have been waiting for me for a long time, do you feel that you hate me?"

Enuo was very helpless and didn't know how to comfort this suddenly acting like a spoiled Murphy.After thinking for a long time, he said, "No, I just feel that I love you so much."

After he finished speaking, Murphy let out a "wow" and burst into tears.

Enoch was about to be tortured madly by him, completely at a loss what to do, and in the end he simply hugged Murphy and kissed him.

He directly starved Murphy to his brain, and then he was stunned.

Enuo said: "What's the matter? Tell me, and I will solve it for you."

Murphy took a final sniff, and his expression slowly changed.

From a pitiful little girl with red eyes to a murderous villain.Those eyes reflected an extremely cold murderous intent, as if they were flames in purgatory.

"I'm going to kill someone." Murphy said word by word, "Honey, I'm going to smash him into pieces, let my golems run over that face one by one, and use his bones to kill him." Make it into a pen holder in my study, grind it into a ball with His godhood, and use it to illuminate my bathroom."

Enoch didn't say anything, and said, "Okay, I'll help you."

The three views of the couple are also very villainous...

Murphy quickly returned to the astral world from the plane, his own mage tower.

In the end, this piece of godhead was lying in the palm of his hand, and this was the tenth.With the addition of the two pieces collected by Yilanka, the Death Godhead can already be pieced together very completely—the rest is likely to be in the hands of the demon king Akbold.

Murphy hid these fragments with his phylactery.

The phylactery of the liches is what they keep their souls immortal.

At that time, Murphy had no choice but to use a magic ring in his hand.Later, he became so strong that he no longer wanted to change.

Having done this, he drew out his staff.

Summoning the seven tower spirits at the same time, he asked: "It's been a long time since I fought a war. Tell me how many war golems have been built in my plane now?"

Taling No. 200 opened his mouth to report: "Master, our manufacturing work has not stopped. Up to now, there are 300 million adamantine-level golems, 120 million mithril-level golems, and a total of 40 tribes of elemental servants. About [-] individuals, monster servants..."

Amidst his report, Murphy walked to the top of the mage tower.

The seven tower cities rose from their respective demiplanes, and entered the astral realm with the vibration of time and space—they would soon break the wall of the plane and bombard the territory of the sixth floor of Abyss No.60.

That would be a devastating blow from a comet hitting the earth.

Murphy's magic troops have been raised for many years, and he thinks it's time to consume some of them.

No matter the cost!He's going to kill the bloody son of a bitch, the fallen God King Frantes! !