Zongman: The God in Question Comes from Arcadia

Gurefia frowned and asked uncertainly:

"Did you hear any sound?"

"Sound?" The female demon was stunned for a moment, then pricked up her ears and listened carefully, then lowered her head and said: "I'm sorry, I'm incompetent and didn't hear the sound you heard."

"Is that so?" Gurefia frowned and looked at the palace in front of her with fear.

After a moment of silence, she waved her hand and said:

"Send three teams of soldiers to explore the way, open the door of the palace in front, and set off one team every five minutes."

As soon as she said this, the demons immediately had a backbone. Under the influence of scolding and threats, three teams of low-level cannon fodder soldiers were driven out of the queue like sheep being driven, and were driven to the palace in front.

Gurefia frowned when she saw this scene, but did not speak.

From her point of view, sacrificing these cannon fodders is always more cost-effective than sacrificing powerful nobles. As the commander of a legion, she must make such a choice.

The cannon fodder soldiers were driven to the palace gate in fear of death.

Under the aiming of the magic bullets of the nobles in the back, they pushed open the palace gate with their dirty hands in fear.

With a creaking sound, the huge palace gate with many snake-shaped totems was slowly pushed open.

Not long after, the soldiers were driven into the magnificent and luxurious antechamber of the palace.

At this time, the sound of the demons' communication gradually sounded.

"The soldiers went in safely, and it seems that there is no danger?"

"There are no magic traps, no alchemical bombs, no magic seals that Ajeka is proud of, and there are no divine power fluctuations or magic fluctuations. I don't recommend entering such a place. The unknown is the most dangerous thing."

"But such a large palace is stuck next to the battlefield between us and the reformists. Who knows what the owner of the palace is going to do? If it is against the reformists, it is okay, but what if it is against us? Can you afford this responsibility?"

"Shit, what kind of responsibility is it? Demons need this kind of thing? You have all gone crazy by learning from humans, right? You demon traitor!!"

"Asshole, are you provoking the Baal family? !!"

"You are Baal? You are just a bastard. What's wrong with provoking you?"

The demons behind fought fiercely, and magic bullets were shot everywhere, but Gurefia still frowned and didn't speak.

Fighting has long been commonplace for demons. As long as it does not affect the overall situation and there are no casualties, fighting is basically tacitly allowed.

Gurefia sighed, and then said:

"Retreat. Retreat the frontline 10 kilometers."

"Lord Gurefia? How can this be done?!"

This time, the demons stopped fighting, and each of them had a happy look on their faces, but they forced themselves to restrain themselves, pretending to be loyal and said:

"If His Highness Li Lin and the other princes blame us, then we..."

Gurefia looked back at the group of demons and said coldly:

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"I will take the responsibility, and the other princes will also have my instructions."

"It's not suitable to take risks at this time. Let the reformists worry about this castle."

"Yes!"

As if they had been pardoned, the demons immediately ordered to adjust the ranks, with the rear army acting as the front army and the front army acting as the rear army, and retreat to the camp in an orderly manner.

At this time, the female demon standing next to Gurefia asked in a low voice:

"Lord Gurefia, is this really okay? If His Highness Li Lin blames me..."

The female demon had fear in her eyes.

If Li Lin, the son of the original ancestor Lucifer and Lilith, knew that Gurefia had withdrawn the front line 10 kilometers without authorization, with his crazy personality, he would probably kill Gurefia alive.

After all, he won't talk to you about strategy, preservation of voice power, and generations of loyal servants.

Gurefia was silent for a while, and then said:

"I feel uneasy. There may be something terrible in that palace."

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"In short, retreat first. The reformist Sarzex and Ajeka, two monsters that have surpassed the limits of the demon race, are watching covetously. The current Demon King faction can no longer sacrifice pure-blooded demons."

"...Yes!"

The female demon bowed her head and responded, looking at Gurefia with an inexplicable sadness.

Now the strongest female demon of the younger generation has chosen to preserve the power of the Demon King, but who will protect her next?

Those princes, don't care about your overall situation! !

The demons retreated in an orderly manner.

Gurefia looked at it, and after confirming that there was no movement in the other castle, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

However, at the moment she turned around.

Dong——!

The melodious bell rang.

Gurefia's eyes blurred, and after regaining her vision, she found herself in a magnificent palace.

And behind her, there were one after another idiots kneeling on the ground, with empty eyes, slightly open mouths, and saliva flowing.

Those idiots were the demon nobles behind her before.

A chill rushed into Gurefia's brain from the spine.

When?

What's going on?

Why are all the demons kneeling here like this?

Is this inside the castle? Or somewhere else?

What is going on? ! !

Just as Gurefia said this in horror, an indifferent voice came from above.

"Very good, you are the best among these bugs."

Gurefia's pupils shrank, and she looked up suddenly, and saw a person on the high jade throne above.

A woman with closed eyes and beautiful face.

(New Year's Day, many things to do, today may be three updates.) Shit.

Chapter 591: One sentence, the sky of the Demon King's faction collapsed (three updates) [Picture]

After seeing the figure on the jade throne, Gurefia's eyes changed and became obsessed.

She looked at the beautiful girl infatuatedly, looking at every inch of skin on her face, looking at her tightly closed eyes and slightly raised corners of her mouth, as if everything was not as important as the other's smile.

This scene seemed to last for a long time, until Gurefia's eyes regained a trace of clarity.

Puff!

Blood splattered.

That was the blood that splashed after Gurefia pierced her palm with her close-fitting broken arm.

Tick-tick, tick-tick, blood flowed on the jade bricks, staining the small jade bricks red.

Snap! Snap!

Applause rang out, and Algor on the jade throne closed his eyes and clapped his hands:

"Use pain to get rid of my charm? Good response."

Gurefia frowned and endured the pain. She did not go to "August 13" to mobilize strength to recover from her injuries, but let the wounds fight against the devil's automatic healing, keeping herself in pain all the time.

"Who are you?"

"The most beautiful woman in the box garden!"

In response to Gurefia's question, Algor raised his chin slightly and said proudly.

Gurefia was stunned for a moment, then frowned, but did not refute:

"I didn't feel any strange fluctuations, but my simple appearance made me lose the ability to think. You are indeed the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Although she didn't know what the box garden meant, Gurefia still directly admitted the fact that Algor was the most beautiful.

Demons are beautiful because of their strength, but among modern demons, the only one who possesses both beauty and strength, besides her, is the hostile reformist demon Seraful Sidi.

Gurefia, who has seen her, knows clearly that Seraful's beauty is not as good as Algor's. This is no longer a simple beauty, but a supernatural, abnormal level of beauty.

This is not a realm that demons can reach. The other party has surpassed the demon race just by beauty, and even makes people dare not even have the idea of ​​blasphemy.

Just at that moment, Gurefia even had a terrible idea that as long as the other party is willing, she would be willing to lick the other party's toes.

This kind of charm is simply the synonym of "demon nature", a real demon that disrupts all order.

"You are very insightful..."

Seeing Gurefia admit that she is the most beautiful, Algor's tone is obviously much happier:

"Although it doesn't look good, it can be considered a good quality to be able to return to normal under my one billionth of beauty."

One billionth... Gurefia's mouth twitched.

Although the other party is indeed a disaster to the country and the people, this level of narcissism is also a disaster to the country and the people.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Gurefia looked at Algor in a deep voice, and at the same time looked around at the demons like idiots and said:

"What did you do to them?"

On the throne, Algor shrugged and closed his eyes and said:

"It's just a simple environment for testing qualifications."

"By the way, you passed the test in 31 minutes and 25 seconds."

"And the highest record is 0.1 seconds achieved by Su Jin."

Su Jin? Who is that? Gurefia frowned, but if what the person in front of her said was true, it took her 31 minutes to pass the test, then what kind of existence is Su Jin who passed the test in 0.1 seconds?

Top ten strong men in the world? But there is no existence with this name among the top ten?

"As for the purpose you mentioned, it is naturally selection, and you little demons are all materials for my selection."

"Little demon?" Gurefia showed a surprised expression.

In this underworld, little devils refer to those young, weak, and infancy demons, especially those who are very young.

But Gurefia looked around and confirmed that there were normal adult demons around, and there were even many high-level demons. One or two were at the highest level of demons like Gurefia.

"Are you kidding?"

"Joke?" Algor sneered and said jokingly: "To me, you are not even good enough to be little devils."

Hearing this, Gurefia was silent for a moment and asked again:

"...Who are you?"

Calling this group of people little devils, is the existence in front of them also a demon?

But she has never seen a demon like the other party. Could it be those old monsters in ancient times? But those monsters are either sleeping or staying at the headquarters of the Demon Council.

"Who am I?"

Algor rolled his eyes and snorted coldly:

"I am your ancestor!"

How can you curse? Gurefia's expression changed, but she did not refute rashly.

"Kneel down, prostrate yourself!"

What are you talking about? Gurefia looked at Algor subtly.

Which normal demon would listen to such an order?