One of the four lords under the Demon King's command had 'defected', and there were only three left. Moreover, because the Lord Of The Deep had suddenly become the God of Darkness, the hearts of the demons had also wavered, and there were fewer available manpower. Under such circumstances, even a novice like Xu Jun who barely dabbled in management and politics knew that it was best for the other three lords to stay in the Dark Abyss and the Northern battlefield to ensure the stability of the rear.

He originally thought that the Ice Lord would immediately return to the demons' base camp, not only because he was the most stable and the most iron-blooded of the four lords, but also because … he had embarrassed himself in Randal, and was so angry that he did not go out for three days. In the end, he did not expect that the Ice Lord would take a different route and directly come to the West Coast, and even kill the old priest of Serpentis.

If this battle record were to spread back to Randal City, he might really be worshipped by the civilians as the 'God of Light'.

The Ice Lord Vize and he looked at each other, and the atmosphere could not help but become a little awkward.

Previously, Roschinke had told him that Vize was a person who looked cold and arrogant, but was actually a kind-hearted demon (?).

He and the other three lords were younger than Vize, and although they were born with the desires of all things in nature and the body of heaven and earth, they knew a lot of things from the moment they were born, but their temperament was not that good.

When they were young, they were all very naughty, and it was the Ice Lord Vize who painstakingly raised them, so Xu Jun did not have to be afraid of him.

Xu Jun suddenly remembered a popular saying: You were raised by a handful of shit and a handful of urine.

He almost fell off the bed laughing. That was the last night they stayed together after confirming that they were going to kill the God of Darkness.

Although the two of them didn't do anything inappropriate, Xu Jun laughed out loud and kicked the blanket to the ground. The pink floral blanket was now replaced with a light green floral blanket. Your Majesty The Demon King's strange aesthetic made him laugh for a long time.

The next morning, Xu Jun saw the Ice Lord, who was temporarily staying in their house, looking at him with an extremely cold and disgusted look. It was almost obvious that the Ice Lord was looking at him like an evil mother-in-law looking at an ugly daughter-in-law. Every tiny movement of the Ice Lord's body seemed to be protesting that he and Roschinke were "playing" too loudly at night.

"I hope you haven't forgotten just how harsh the duel Your Majesty The Demon King is about to be."

The Ice Lord spoke in a warning tone, but looking at his ferocious face, Xu Jun had a feeling that he was about to kill someone. _ (: 3) ∠) _

No, Ice Lord, please don't misunderstand. We really didn't do anything tonight!

Based on these past events, as well as the fact that he had once "killed" the Demon King, he realized that he was a little scared when he saw the Ice Lord. It was as if he had met the dean after making a mistake.

But now, they were in the enemy's camp, and in the midst of a thrilling battle, the Ice Lord looked at Xu Jun with a conflicted expression. He, who had always been noble and cold, even frowned. After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence, but it was a sentence that Xu Jun couldn't understand at all. "… The people of the Illuminati told you to be careful and return safely."

Xu Jun: "???"

The Ice Lord Vize cleared his throat. "I … happened to meet the Saintess of the Illuminati. She said that now everyone in the Holy City is looking forward to your victory and return to the city."

Happened to meet, you, the Illuminati, the Saintess.

Xu Jun chewed on the above few words again and again. Suddenly, he felt that something was strange. Even he, a man with low EQ who had only been in love once in more than twenty years and who didn't take the initiative, could smell that there was an unusual secret.

But what exactly was wrong?

He still wanted to ask something, but Vize didn't want to continue this slightly warm conversation with him.

In his opinion, this human hero was really good at causing trouble. He didn't need to participate in this battle, nor did he need to go so deep into the enemy's territory.

He wasn't a Knight of Light, nor was he a soldier who needed to fight for a human country. He was just a free hero. He was simply asking for trouble.

His Majesty fell in love with such a person, and it wouldn't be long before he felt that it was troublesome.

Humans always created all kinds of troublesome things. Let's not talk about Xu Jun. Let's talk about the Saintess he met when he went out that day … Wasn't she crazy?!

Why did such a good girl keep saying "thank you" to a dark creature like him?!

Although later, he heard that in the church, it seemed that the Saintess was the one who caused the blower incident …

But what was there to thank? He didn't know how to deal with it. _ (: 3) ∠) _

After the awkwardness was over, they began to talk about serious matters.

The atmosphere between the Demon King and the God of Darkness was even more awkward than that between Xu Jun and the Ice Lord. It was also more unpredictable.

The two stood on the surface of the sea and began to talk when they were tired of exchanging blows. Roschinke could feel that the dark energy on Seur's body was quickly depleting, just like how the dwarves' newly invented steam locomotive quickly consumed coal. In the end, Seur became what he was before.

The air around them seemed to be refreshed, and Roschinke had a strange feeling. At this moment, as they stood face to face, time seemed to be distorted, and they returned to the past.

Seur showed his usual "childish" expression. "Thank you for being willing to cooperate with me. Now, I have exhausted all the dark energy on my body."

Roshyank The Devil: "So you have other energy?"

Seur the God of Darkness laughed heartily: "No, so we can finally talk normally."

"After the God of Darkness's divinity fell into the Dark Abyss, I didn't notice it at first. Darkness is a type of energy that is best at hiding itself.

About forty years ago, Your Majesty hadn't reincarnated yet, and we had just regained our consciousness. After that, the divinity wanted to take over my body and began to slowly fuse with my soul. It had a huge amount of energy and overwhelming strength, and I couldn't get rid of it, nor could I resist it. "

"But after that, I found that it was just an empty shell. Although it had the instinctive consciousness of the God of Darkness, it didn't have the soul of the God of Darkness. It was like a person who still had a heart but no brain. Its seemingly tight defense actually had many gaps, and I found many loopholes. For example, now: if I tried my best to consume the dark energy of the divinity, too much of it would cause the divinity to temporarily stop 'working', and then I would be able to obtain a period of freedom."

Roschinke was a little stunned. Seur had never spoken so quickly before. He looked at the face in front of him, which was no longer elegant, and examined it.

After all, after what had happened, even if he could completely trust Seur emotionally, he couldn't trust him rationally.

The God of Darkness, Seur, no, he could now be called the Lord Of The Deep.

The aura of another god gradually dissipated, and in its place was the familiar scent of his companion that Roschinke had always been very familiar with. Seur spoke quickly, as if he would regret it if he slowed down.

The God of Darkness's divinity was really powerful. It had only taken him a few decades to deeply devour his soul. Now, the two of them were almost inseparable. When he spoke or did things, it was not necessarily his soul that wanted to do them. He was too deeply affected.

Of course, hooking up with the Serpentis and assassinating the Ice Lord Vize was not in his nature. But just like how humans would lose control after drinking the juice of the Carnival Vine, he found it difficult to control himself. Sometimes, he was like a person with Parkinson's disease, desperately holding his hand so that it would stop shaking.

It was said that anthropologists were studying a mental illness called dissociative identity disorder, which was a little similar to his symptoms.

But in fact, it was still different. The divinity had not developed into a complete personality. It was just an instinctive consciousness, relying on instinct and desire to influence Seur. Even now, Seur still had the upper hand. Although he hooked up with the Serpentis, he maintained his nature and did not let it grow too strong (otherwise, the Serpentis would not be living in the Northwest now). Although he assassinated the Ice Lord, he still stopped at the last moment, or Vize would have been dead.

However, whenever he did some 'little tricks', such as when the Quintessence ordered him to kill someone but he had to hold back, or when he wanted to talk to Loxienk about the Quintessence, he would feel a sharp pain in his soul. This was the 'punishment' the Quintessence gave him, and it was much more terrifying and intense than any kind of poison he had ever used.

The physical pain was bearable, but the pain from the depths of the soul would make even the strongest person in the world suffer. After many years of experiments, Seur finally came to a conclusion: if he consumed all the energy of the divinity in a short period of time and forced it into a short sleep, he would be able to relax for a while.

This time, there was only a quarter of an hour.

It was very short, and almost nothing could be done.

Almost.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and the place where his chest should have been was dark. There was no skin covering it, only muscles that seemed to be pulsating.

Under Roschinke's bewildered gaze, he stretched out his claw-like hand and pulled open the muscles above his heart, revealing the pulsating mass below.

The structure of dark creatures was very different from that of humans. Humans would die if they lost their lungs, but dark creatures would not feel anything if they lost their lungs. The only important organ in their body was their heart. This was also the result of learning from the gods, who were one level lower than the gods. They were used to turning their life source into their hearts.

Seur now had not only lost his lungs, but also a piece of his rib, which was the part that protected his heart.

He pointed at the pulsating mass. Roschinke found that it could not be considered a "heart", but more like a blurry mass of black flesh. However, there were edges and corners, like metal, with three sides exposed. Therefore, he guessed that it was a hexahedron of metal. A hexahedron …

Roschinke's eyes widened. "This is a Divine Spark?!"

Seur nodded. "Yes, but most of it has been assimilated by me. Now, only a layer of shell remains, and the inner part has been absorbed by me. Do you know what this means?"

"If you want to completely destroy this Divine Spark now, you just have to kill me."

This was the best result of the Lord Of The Deep Seur's struggle with a Divine Spark that was many times stronger than him but had no soul to support it.

He would die, but it did not matter. The people he wanted to protect would live.

This was the price he was determined to pay.

Roschinke was stunned, but Seur reminded him sternly that the time was almost up, and the Divine Spark would soon awaken.

He held Seur's hand and squeezed his own heart.

From afar, he seemed to see Vize running towards him. But why would he come?

Seur thought for a moment, but he soon gave up. The threat of death was far more terrifying than he imagined. His life instinct told him to run away, but he could not.

It was not easy to wait for this day.

This was also the outcome he had carefully calculated.

The fusion of the heart and the Divine Spark was squeezed. He pursed his lips tightly. At this time, a deeper evil thought suddenly rushed out, urging him to speak. "Do you know …"

"Hurt him, hurt your enemy, hurt this Demon King in front of you, make him feel pain!"

"You have lost so much, your identity, your lover, why can he get everything?!"

He wanted to say, "Do you know what the relationship between Xu Jun and me is?

Do you know what the past of your lover is?

The Demon King? "

This kind of words had always been the source of estrangement between lovers. It was very straightforward, but it was also very useful. Even the Demon King could not turn a blind eye to this kind of questioning.

However, Seur kept his mouth tightly shut and locked this sentence in his heart. At this time, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain. He did not know whether it was because it was squeezed, or because the Divine Spark of the God of Darkness had finally awakened and was giving him the final punishment.

"Can't say, can't say, some things can't be told to others until death.

Because if His Majesty Roshyank The Devil knew, maybe he would not be so good to Xu Jun … "

The author has something to say: "Ah … I guess I will start a series of" Hana-chan's Great Relationship with People "in the future, about thirty to forty thousand words.

Actually, I also want to start a series of "Urban Youth Swordsman Sang" and "Fake Office Romance", but I don't have time to write the former, and the latter is too evil.

I guess I will have to wait until the next novel is finished.

The next novel is "Villain Sect Whitewashing Plan", which is expected to be published in October. Although it is a whitewashing of villains, but … it is still the same protagonist who is upright and funny. Everyone is cute, right? Friends who like this novel can go and collect it ~ Pinned at the top of the column ~

I didn't expect you to be such a brave person!

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