As if seeing rod's doubts, Hella took the initiative to introduce:

"The Apocalypse temple is made by greedy kings. The altars in the temple can directly connect with the souls of ancient demons. With the disappearance of the greedy king, the lusty king takes over here. Besides us, other demons can't get in and out at will. "

As Hella spoke, rod seemed to be aware of something, and his face looked surprised.

Not long ago, rod had learned the name of the greedy king in the book of silence of the thieves guild, which was maxika, who had sought refuge from him.

There seems to be some secret in this prophet. She is far more mysterious than rod thought. Even when rod came to the depths of hell, she could still find her traces.

"You mentioned the kings. Can you tell me something about them?" Rod asked voluntarily.

Hella glared at rod: "in your capacity, you are not qualified to talk about those kings. When you mention the names of kings, you must have worship and awe in your heart!"

Rod shrugged and didn't answer. If Hella knew that he had seen more than two hell kings with his own eyes, and even planned to harm one of them, he would have no idea what he would think.

"Besides being stronger than us, is there anything to be praised about those kings?" Asked rod, spreading out his hand.

"Of course. Kings have taken the source of sin from the hands of the incarnation of God. That's proof of their immortal glory. We can't do it anyway. You should have respect for kings. "

With that, HeLa took rod to the hall in the center of the temple.

"This is the altar of prayer. The powerful demons who used to be left their traces here." Said Hella.

Rhode looked around. There were countless statues in the hall, among which seven were the most prominent.

The seven statues are different in shape, but they are all extremely dignified. All the demons watching the seven statues are willing to worship.

Even rod, who came here, couldn't help looking at the seven statues.

Rod's eyes stopped on one of the statues. It was a statue of a woman. Looking at her face, rod felt familiar.

"That's the statue of the greedy king." Seeing rod's eyes, staring straight at the statue, Hella volunteered.

Rod nodded. Under the influence of the field of the dead, rod had seen the human form of maxika. It was an old woman, and the statue in front of him showed the young maxika with the same appearance as anyone rod had ever seen.

Maxika held a heavy book in her hand, raised her other hand slightly, separated her fingers, as if she was casting some magic, with a confident smile on her lips and a burning gaze in front of her.

Even just looking at the statue, rod could imagine what maxika had looked like, but he didn't know why she became the skeleton.

Hella seemed to have found something and asked, "have you ever heard of a greedy king? Generally speaking, the demons who come here will stare at the statues of lust kings. In terms of appearance, lust kings are the best in the world, and greedy kings can't compare with them. "

Rod was stunned and thought his identity had been discovered. He scanned the rest of the statues and finally stopped on one of them.

It was a woman of human appearance. She had a perfect body. Her eyebrows were similar to those of many women Rhode knew, but there were obvious differences. For example, she chose the most perfect part from these women and then combined them together.

She smile, which has a charm ability, just a glance, it is difficult to look away, the spirit unconsciously indulged in.

When he found something unusual, rod quickly calmed down. From this statue, rod felt a special ability, like a kind of mental magic, to control other creatures unconsciously.

Before that, rod had experienced the unique mental magic in Hella. Looking at the statue in front of him, rod had an answer to the source of this power.

Seeing rod's attention and attracted by the statue of the erotic king, Hella said with satisfaction:

"Although the kings have stopped praying, you still have to choose the king you are loyal to. Now it seems that you have made your own choice... Wait, where are you looking?"

Just as Hella spoke these words, rod's vision had not stopped on the statue of the erotic king.

At this time, rod looked solemnly at the dark statue of the devil in the center of the Prayer Altar.

It's said that it's a devil, but the owner of the statue has a look of pity on his face. Among all the evil statues, only this one looks holy.

Six dark wings spread behind him. On top of his head, there were slightly curled goat horns. His face was beautiful. Under the closed eyelids, there seemed to be a tear mark.

"Who is he?" Rod seemed to have found something, he asked in a deep voice.

"He is the master of hell, the proud king." Hella explained.

"Do you want to be loyal to an arrogant king? It's not a good choice. There are more demons under his command than you think. With your identity and strength, you can't meet him until you are put into the monster furnace again, let alone get the attention of the arrogant king. "

Seeing that rod's eyes were fixed on the statue of the arrogant king, which showed that he paid far more attention to the statue of the lustful king, HeLa quickly advised him:

"But the king of lust is different. No matter what your identity is, as long as you show enough ability in some aspects, you can get her attention, and even get her favor..."

"You seem to want me to be loyal to the king of lust." Looking at HeLa beside him, rod said.

"As a servant of the king of lust, that's what I should do." HeLa thought about it and said, "I can give you some rewards if you agree..."

"Reward? For example? " Rod looked interested.

"For example, I can tie you up and whip you again..." HeLa said softly.

"What's the reward?" Rod disdained to say, "I want strength. Can you give me strength?"

"Power?" Hella looked at rod in disbelief. "Why do you like this boring thing?"

"I don't think that's boring." Rod said in a deep voice, "power is everything. It's something worth living for. If you can give me strong strength, I can be loyal to anyone until I find what I lost... "