Urban God-level Selection System

With a roar of his head, Zhang Wanlin's familiar feeling came again, scenes overlapped, and some scenes emerged.

Where is it now?

The Black Forest is the most dangerous place in the Alpha Continent, where trolls, dark elves, and evil goblins live.

More importantly, the legendary Demon King's Fort stands in the depths of the Black Forest.

There lived the enemy of the entire continent-the devil.

Legend has it that the demon king has a body as tall as a mountain, with long and sharp nails, sharper than the sharpest blade in the world, and the darkest magic.

Only the brave in this world has the ability to defeat the demon king.

For hundreds of years, successive demon kings have fought endlessly with the brave, but as the ancient relics were discovered by the brave one after another, the demon gradually became weak and difficult to be an enemy.

In recent decades, it can only be shrunk in the Demon King's Fort in the Black Forest, and it is difficult to come out.

But sooner or later, mankind will call on the brave to give the devil a final blow and restore the world to its former peace.

In the 193rd year of the Alpha continent, the eighteenth generation of demon kings.

Inside the Devil's Fort.

Zhang Wanlin couldn't believe that he actually crossed, and he also crossed to become a demon king.

He was a sophomore in his previous life. He accidentally stayed up the night because of playing games. He woke up the next day and went to this ghost place, becoming the monarch of what he had done—the devil! In memory, his name is Zhang Wanlin, and he is the eighteenth generation of Demon King.

When the demon king of the previous life was about to leave, he said: The future Demon King Fortress will be entrusted to you, and you must rejuvenate the entire demon clan and create greater glory.

revival! ?

Revive a ghost.

Who is interested in doing that stuff?

He just wants to go home.

Zhang Wanlin walked back and forth in the Demon King's palace, trying to find a way to travel back, but helplessly, there seemed to be no such ability in his memory.

Then you have to be the devil.

At any rate, he is a demon king, not a shrimp soldier, at least he can enjoy life in peace without worry.

Zhang Wanlin actually doesn't have any high demands on life, just eat, eat and then sleep, that's all.

If it is more refined, naturally better.

"Manager!"

Zhang Wanlin called out from the bedroom, and after a while, a black bat opened the door and flew in.

It is the director of the entire Demon King's Fort, and has served three generations of Demon Kings.

"Master Demon King, what do you command?"

"Summon all the demons in Demon King Fortress, I want to count them."

"Yes!"

Zhang Wanlin’s purpose in doing this is to understand the current Demon’s Fort’s combat power. In my memory, one generation of Demon’s Castle is not as good as one generation, but I don’t know what the specific span is. Lie flat life.

In the main hall of the Demon King's Fort, the faint ghost fire burned, shining a weird blue light, causing a group of monsters to cast dark and evil giant shadows, flashing endlessly.

Now in the main hall are all the combat forces of Demon King Fort, a total of fifty-one.

Zhang Wanlin stepped down from the throne, frowning and looking at these weird and bizarre demons.

What's the use of slimes?

The skeleton was too thin, osteoporotic, and the knight next to him didn't even have a head.

As a traverser, he also has the ability to see the opponent's attribute panel.

The average level of all monsters is only a mere 10, and the hp added together is not 1000. The current Demon King’s Fort is a veritable novice village, too weak! How can you survive in this situation where the size is generally 100 large?

Zhang Wanlin feels that the future of his lying flat life is worrying.

He checked his panel again.

Name: Zhang Wanlin-Yabian Age: 20 Status: Eighteenth Generation Demon King Level: 20Hp:.........Well, even being a Demon King is so weak that he has hope of rescue there is none left.

How can it be so weak?

It's better to find a place to stay well, and then level up.

But leveling is impossible to level up. Zhang Wanlin is so lazy that he can play games, and leveling is so dangerous and tiring to quit.

Zhang Wanlin instructed the manager: "Manager, you can register their names with your notebook."

The manager answered, flapping his wings, and taking out a booklet from unknown place for registration.

"What's your name?"

"Skull."

The manager noted it down and asked the next one.

"What's your name."

"Skull."

Among the fifty-odd demons, nearly half are skeletons.

Zhang Wanlin thought, what to do when registering like this?

It was embarrassing to say who the "skeleton" was, and more than twenty skeletons raised their hands together.

Forget it, he didn't bother to take care of it either.

He stepped on the stairs again to achieve the supreme Dark Throne on the stage of the main hall, and said: "Given the weak strength of our Demon Castle, you will not go out to get in trouble in the future, especially humans, the number one dangerous enemy. Go to provoke."

"In addition, the general manager, you send people to patrol around the clock. If you observe a brave man coming to crusade, you should pay the money first, and then give the land.

If it doesn't work, we just run away. "

The manager was taken aback for a moment, "Master Demon King, our Demon King army has always attacked humans, so why are we still afraid of them now?"

"Then can you fight!?"

Zhang Wanlin scolded angrily.

"I...can't beat..." The manager lowered his head.

"So, we can only take the best strategy. Since we can't fight, we will run away."

Zhang Wanlin said, "Do you all understand?"

The demons responded in unison, expressing their understanding.

"Ding! The host is detected and bind."

An electronic sound came from Zhang Wanlin's ear, "Congratulations to the host for binding the magic sign to the system."

"Now you can sign in every week, and every time you sign in, you can randomly get a powerful messenger."

"Do you sign in now?"

After Zhang Wanlin stayed, he obviously hadn't adapted to it yet. Sure enough, this was the treatment that the traverser should have.

Of course, we have to sign in. We are so weak now that we are in urgent need of strength.

"Sign in."

Zhang Wanlin said silently.

"Congratulations for signing in to the Hell Knight."

"The next check-in time is seven days."

Zhang Wanlin quickly checked the envoy information.

Name: Hell Knight Occupation: Warrior Level: 99 Information: xx...Goodbye, really strong.

With him, Zhang Wanlin's flat life finally got some protection.

At this moment, the main hall door was kicked open with a slam, and all the demons turned their gazes, Zhang Wanlin also moved their gazes over there.

Which demon killed him, I didn’t know if I opened the door lightly when I came in, I had to hit it like this?

Don’t you know that the maintenance cost of Devil’s Castle is very high now?

Seeing the figure in the middle of the gate, all the demons couldn't help taking a breath and backing away.

She is a human! It's not an ordinary human being.

But the famous princess of the Roland Empire! She stood slim and tall, her tall figure was exceptionally moving, and her delicate appearance was exceptionally beautiful.

Under the black hair, those bright eyes are like winter snow, with extreme coldness.

A long sword in her hand was shining, exuding a sharp cold light.