All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Damn human being, in the name of the Demon King, one day I will kill you with my own hands!"

Roars full of anger, resentment, unwillingness and other emotions echoed in the empty room for a long time. Duriel's eyes were bloodshot and he vented his emotions toward the ground.

In a short period of time, the ground was in a mess, and sloping mud blocks the size of a house could be seen everywhere. After venting his inner dissatisfaction, Duriel stopped in pain.

Shame, huge shame.

It was nothing to be beaten away by that damn human for the first time. After all, there is a Titan who claims to be immortal while standing on the earth. Don't call yourself a demon king, even a demon god would have a headache. But what about the second time? The carefully prepared battlefield and carefully prepared plans actually achieved obvious results.

The mysterious shelter without the earth is an excellent battlefield. Without mud, the Titan was as expected, with a high recovery power, but not invincible either.

Sixty thousand demon lives completed the last piece of the puzzle in the plan. Relying on nearly endless demonic energy, the Titan, who has lost the protection of the earth, is vulnerable... Well, okay, he can barely fight. Facts have proved that there is no problem with my plan.

He killed the Titan himself and crushed two humble undead creatures to death. Plan to achieve your goals flawlessly. But at the last moment, he was beaten into a dog's head by that damn human being.

Duriel was shaking with rage. The majestic magic filled the surroundings silently. Feeling its own majestic magic power, it was heartbroken and bleeding. Damn it, my magic power has been reduced by 40%.

A full 40% of the magic power.

Duriel wanted to cry. This is 40% of the magic power of a demon king. If given to any demon, a demon lord can be forcibly born. As a result, 40% of the magic power was lost in the hands of a mere human.

Damn Tyrael, damn humanity!

Thinking back on the 40% of the magic power he had lost, the temperature around Duriel suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. This is its freezing property. It's just that it has no effect when facing that Titan, and it actually has no effect when facing that damn human. For the first time, it wondered whether it had seriously degraded, causing its strength to be greatly weakened.

This is not a good sign.

The essence of hell is chaos. The chaotic hell has no favors, let alone allies. Some are just intrigues and stabbings in the back. If news spread that he had lost 40% of his magic power, his subordinates might one day rebel and seize the throne of the King of Pain.

Duriel gradually calmed down. After regaining its composure, it regained the domineering aura that a demon king should have. Archangel Tyrael, ignore it. Ignore that Titan. That damn human...the source is here.

"What is the origin of that human being?" Duriel was puzzled. Being able to have Archangel Tyrael take the initiative to sacrifice a clone is an unusual and strange thing in itself.

Angels and demons, as representatives of heaven and hell, represent light and darkness respectively. The human world is the center connecting heaven and hell. This place is affected by the World Stone and has unique laws. Whether you are an angel or a demon, you can only follow the laws of this world when you enter this world. The excess magic power can only be created to bear on the clone. Losing any clone means completely losing this part of the power. This result is enough to make angels and demons feel so sad that their balls ache.

It couldn't understand Tyrael's intention to sacrifice a clone. How can a tiny human being be more important than a clone that bears excess power?

"What is Tyrael planning?" Turael waved his claws irritably. The mud block more than three meters high and two meters thick was torn into pieces. It was familiar with angels, but had no clue about Tyrael's strange behavior.

"Rogg Camp? Kurast Seaport?" Duriel muttered to himself, his blood-red eyes flashing rapidly. The names of the two human strongholds flashed back and forth in its mind like a revolving door.

In a short time, it decisively abandoned the seaport of Kurast. That is the territory of the demon god Mephisto. He is just a demon king and has no reason to tease a demon god. Rogge camp was finally fixed in its mind.

"It's time to meet Andariel." Duriel's blood-red eyes suddenly returned to their previous blackness. It raised its chelicerae and scratched the void in front of it, then walked in.

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"I hate it here." Duriel muttered, looking around.

This is the catacombs of the monastery, the domain of Andariel, the king of torture and agony among the four demon kings. The damp walls around him exuded a sinister and decaying atmosphere. Torches on the walls dispersed the darkness.

"Humans are humans, always so disgusting." Duriel muttered, walking towards the passage with the most blood stains on the wall. It is a pure evil and hates the unique gloomy and rotten atmosphere of this undead creature.

Undead creatures are considered a major force in hell. But not all demons like the undead. Both the Demon God and the Demon King regard undead creatures as the best cannon fodder. Except for Andariel, who was transformed from a human.

Walking along the passage to a door, Duriel took a deep breath to calm down the restless emotions in his heart, and tried to put on a "kind" face. Just as he was about to open the door and go in, a lazy female voice suddenly floated out from behind the door.

"Duriel? I really hope I'm mistaken."

"Andariel, it's me." Duriel was so angry that he wanted to swallow the owner of this voice, but he had to swallow this breath. After all, this time I came here to seek help, not to start a movie.

When you push the door open and enter, you will see the scenery of a human church. The surrounding walls were covered with torches, and together with a dozen tall candlesticks, the place was illuminated like daylight. On the front of the gate is an incredible statue of an angel. A woman dressed as a nun is kneeling in prayer before a statue of an angel.

"Andariel, don't forget that you are the Demon King." Duriel was so angry that he almost dropped the other half of his mouthpart. It's so hateful that a good devil actually worships an angel. Where does this place hell?

"Sorry, this is a habit." Andariel stood up, without even looking at Duriel, walked to the side and sat down on a long, decayed wooden chair, and then asked calmly without raising his head: "I remember you never liked coming to my place."

"I want to know what big names have appeared in Rogge's camp recently." Du Ruier didn't bother to answer and explained the purpose of his visit straightforwardly. It was unhappy with Andariel and had no intention of finding a place to sit down.

"Rogg's camp?" Andalil looked back at Durrell and asked indifferently: "Why don't you stay in Lugaoin and complete the tasks assigned by the demon god? Why are you asking about Rogg's camp?"

"Nothing, just curious." Du Ruier replied in a nonchalant manner. How can it be willing to make a scandal about itself? Andalil was unhappy to begin with. If this guy knew that he had been disgraced by a human, it would be better to kill him.

"Everything is normal." Andalil answered more simply, then turned back.

"It's normal." Du Ruier cursed in his mind. If everything was normal, how could such a damn human being appear? There's no way that damn guy came out of Kurast Harbor. That is the territory of the demon god Mephisto.

He secretly cursed, but on the surface Duriel was completely indifferent, and asked insidiously: "Andariel, I know you were once a human. But you have to know that if you delay the plan of the demon god, the consequences will not be yours. It’s bearable.”

"What do you mean?" Andalil's tone became cold, but he still didn't look back.

"It's not interesting. I'm just giving you a reminder." A flash of sarcasm flashed in Duriel's eyes, and he smiled casually: "Both Lord Diavolo and Lord Mephisto, they both attach great importance to the tasks you are responsible for. I I just hope you won’t be punished by the two adults. After all, we are all demon kings.”

"Are you threatening me?" Andalil still didn't look back, but his tone became colder, as if he could freeze his soul.

"Lord Diavolo thinks highly of you. I dare not threaten you." Duriel smiled strangely and shook his head repeatedly.

"Tell me why you're here. I don't have time to chat with you." Andalil's tone softened slightly, but was still cold.

Du Riel also accepted the request and directly revealed his real purpose: "I found a weird human down there. It is very likely that he came from Rogge's camp. So I came here to ask."

Andariel stood up and turned around, staring at Duriel with a pair of bloody eyes: "Why not your Lugoin, or Lord Mephisto's Kurast Seaport?"

"Lu Gaoyin can't escape my eyes." Duriel said with a strange smile: "Master Mephisto has been paying attention to those weak insects ever since he was sealed once by humans with the soul stone. If one appears, Weird guy, he will call us to kill him as soon as possible. Since Lord Mephisto has not moved, it can only be your Rogge camp."

After a pause, its tone suddenly increased, and it uttered a sentence in a conspiratorial tone: "Is he the person that Lord Diablo wants you to find?"

"This is none of your business." Andalil was indifferent and turned around again.

Du Ruier didn't care and said with a sinister smile: "I just want to help you catch him."

Andalil asked without looking back: "What can we do?"

"The human order is on the verge of collapse." Duriel said meaningfully, his bright eyes flashing a few times: "But they are still very united, especially when they are resisting us."

"You want me to help you attack Lu Gaoyin?" Andariel suddenly turned around, staring directly at Duriel with his blood-red eyes.

"I can come by myself, Lu Gaoyin. The ultimate goal is just to help you." Du Ruier turned and walked towards the door: "In a month, I will lead an army to besiege Lu Gaoyin."

With a bang, the door closed again. Andalil looked at the closed door and didn't look back for a long time. After a long time, it suddenly twitched the corners of its mouth, and a cruel look flashed in its blood-colored eyes.

"A month...I understand."