V4.Chapter 33

The principality of Rosad, the royal city.

As the night approached, everything in the palace fell silent. Since the Duchess of Red Dragon took control of this place, many former nobles have been deprived of their positions and returned to their hometowns to farm. Now the ruling factions in the entire principality are her cronies. Although there are many people who are secretly dissatisfied with her, due to her powerful strength, no one dares to stand up against her openly. Especially in the period before the catastrophe of the saints began, even the church was reluctant to interfere too much with the world. After all, the Duchess of Red Dragon did not do anything to anger people.

on the contrary!

Under her rule, the power of the Principality of Rosad skyrocketed, suppressing other nearby kingdoms faintly.

The Duchess of the Red Dragon is well-loved in the military, either for her amazing charm or for her great personal strength.

certainly.

If she hadn't been severely wounded under Sauron, it is estimated that her prestige in the army would be even higher.

Since taking power, the Duchess of Red Dragon has won three consecutive victories. Unfortunately, these three consecutive victories were ended by Sauron at the Battle of Nusha Island, and the navy of the Duchy of Rosad was almost wiped out.

now.

In the quiet side hall, all the palace guards have retired, and only the Duchess of Red Dragon is alone in the empty hall.

"Giggle!"

A strange and frivolous laughter sounded, and then a hazy figure appeared, and finally turned into a charming and seductive woman.

From the looks of it, she is almost an alluring appearance, with a temptation that is almost like a high-level succubus.

But if you look carefully!

It can be found that she is not a succubus, but a devil from the hell of Baator.

A high-level pleasure demon!

They are the advanced form of Desire, possess the blood of fallen angels, and are the backbone of the Hell of Baator.

These pleasure demons are obsessed with seducing mortals into depravity, which is equivalent to the simplicity and rudeness of succubus. Devils pay more attention to the depravity of the soul, they will brew for a long time, and then reap the fruit at the last moment.

"My dear Karina!"

A charming smile appeared on Demon Joy's face, and her full red lips opened lightly: "It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time! I really miss you a little bit!"

Speaking of this, she stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth lightly, as if giving out a silent temptation.

The Duchess of Red Dragon's face was not very good-looking. She glanced coldly at the Demon of Pleasure in front of her, and said solemnly, "Enough! I have provided you with enough souls. Don't try to draw my attention, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Giggle!" A frivolous laughter sounded, and Joyous Demon approached with elegant cat steps, put her blushing lips close to Duchess Red Dragon's ear, and said slowly, "Don't be so heartless! I still miss being with you very much. Those happy times spent!  …”

"You were happy too! weren't you?"

The full chest of the Red Dragon Duchess undulated, her face slightly flushed. But his expression was still cold, and he said solemnly, "Tell me! What do you want?"

Pleasure Demon stuck out his tongue playfully, and suddenly licked on the crystal earlobe of Duchess Red Dragon, then giggled and ducked, and said softly, "Don't be so cold!"

"I heard that you've been in a little trouble recently. I'm here to help you."

The Duchess of Red Dragon turned around suspiciously, trembling all over her body as the Pleasure Demon licked her earlobe, but she quickly calmed down. Condensed: "Help me? What do you want?"

There is no free lunch in the world.

What the devil wants to give you, will naturally take from you.

"Um."

The Pleasure Demon tilted his head and stared at the Duchess of the Red Dragon with sparkling eyes. As the most seductive devil in Barto Hell, her charm is not immune to even women, only to see her chuckle: "Better soul."

"Although you have provided a lot, they are all lowly males. The males in your family have long been dazzled by **. Although they have good talents, it is a pity that they are too fragile. Flowers in a greenhouse."

"This is **'s family."

"That depraved bastard even marvels at the devil! Do all the warlock families in the mortal world play like this?"

The Duchess of Red Dragon's face was ashen, and she scolded angrily: "You are enough!"

hum.

An invisible wave of air raged, and blood-red dragon wings appeared behind her.

"oops!"

Pleasure Demon had a surprised and scared expression on his face, but he approached with light steps, as if he was not afraid at all, and exhaled like a land: "My dear Karena. Don't be so angry!"

"Didn't I help you control this family?"

"You can do whatever you want! Can't you? Those guys' blood tastes good, right? What a bunch of stupid mortals! They want to breed excellent offspring by relying on the blood of their close relatives, but they don't understand that only the weak can breed real ones. Strong!"

"OK OK!"

"Don't be angry anymore. I came here with a present for you, maybe you will like it!"

"As for the reward."

"I think we can wait a bit, but would you mind talking to me tonight?"

The Pleasure Demon stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and a strange smile appeared on his charming face. The Duchess of Red Dragon trembled a bit, turned around and stared at her with cold eyes.

The devil loves to play with the mind.

They will never be as simple and rude as the devil. The demon of pleasure turned around and came behind the Red Dragon Duchess. He leaned his full breasts on her back and rubbed it gently. The Duchess's wizard robe was stretched in, and Duchess Red Dragon's delicate body trembled in an instant, a strange blushing flushed on her face, and her eyes seemed a little hollow for a moment.

Pleasure Demon's voice was like a **** from hell, his delicate body twisted slightly, stuck out his tongue to hold Duchess Red Dragon's earlobe, and whispered in a voice that seemed to have strange magic power: "The mouth said No, your body is very honest!"

"My dear Karina."

"Remember the good time we had?"

"Giggle!"

………………

Treasure Island.

Sauron stared coldly at the indigenous tribe in front of him. To worship the gods with blood sacrifices was to drink poison to quench their thirst. The further the gods went, the greater the desire of the gods. Once a year became once a month, and eventually the entire tribe was dragged into the quagmire. The gods transformed in such a form are basically evil pseudo-gods, their madness is like an abyss demon, and blood food completely destroys their sanity.

"attack!"

Under the awareness of the divine spirit, the moment the sacrifice reached the highest point, Sauron ordered in a deep voice: "All warriors must not leave their mouths alive!"

The slaves he needs are not warriors.

Soldiers are hard to control, so killing them is the easiest and rude way!

Following Sauron's order, one after another silhouettes attacked forward, and he himself disappeared into the dark night.

thump.

The dull sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another.

Sauron's figure appeared one after another like a ghost. Each time it appeared, it took away the lives of several indigenous warriors. The arrow tower was quickly emptied, and the guards had no resistance at all.

Squeak!

The door was opened by the wanderers, and the elite pirates outside rushed over quickly.

The frantic shouts came from the front, and the fanatical sacrifices completely covered all this, and this group of indigenous people were all indulged in a certain emotion.

but.

The evil god they sacrificed seemed to feel something, and a faint wave shrouded it in an instant.

Induction between the gods.

The moment Sauron made his move, the other party also noticed his traces, but as the evil god born from the spirit, he was more restricted than Sauron in many respects.

"Shadow Jump!"

"Higher Acceleration Technique!"

Sauron's figure dashed forward at an astonishing speed, instantly activating the Lich Ring +5, and then appeared directly near the altar, stabbed at the indigenous shaman who presided over the sacrifice.

puff!

With a gushing out of blood, the old indigenous shaman was stiff, and his eyes looked blankly at the blade that penetrated from the heart.

at this time.

The sound of fighting and fighting came from outside, and the indigenous people who were addicted to sacrifices woke up like a dream!

………………(To be continued.)