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Chapter 230 The Night Watchman of the Land of Sleep

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    A brazier?  Demonic sacrifice?  demon?  Why does this smell seem familiar?  As soon as these thoughts came to Nigris' mind, he heard Ange yelling angrily: "Tulus! Burn my fields!"

    Nigris almost fell to the ground, dumbfounded, and rushed over to stop Ange who was about to crush the devil: "It's not Tulus, it's not Tulus, Tulus is dead, dead."

    "This skeleton can't get through it, right? Last time in the Principality of Montenegro, when I saw a demon, I called it Tulus. Now I see a demon and I call it Tulus. All demons can't be Tulus."

    ¡°Hey, when I say this, I think of it, isn¡¯t this the demon from the Principality of Montenegro?

    "Is it you? That demon from the Principality of Montenegro?" Nigris was surprised.

    The Lord of Terror looked sad and asked: "Who is that Tulus? Does he look like me?"

    Negris shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just a high-level demon. You can sacrifice demons, at least you are at the level of the Demon King. What should I call you?"

    "High-level demon!? High-level demon? High-level demon, you can also admit your mistake?! Your eyes" The Lord of Terror wanted to scold, 'Are you blind?', but when he thought of his own situation, he had to say the following words obediently.  Swallow it.

    Negris is also quite embarrassed. He is indeed blind. Demons are almost the most complex species except insects. Not only do they have different shapes, strengths, attributes, and even different methods of reproduction.

    Succubi are a type of demon, and their reproduction method is quite special (omitting six thousand words here)

    So for the sake of convenience, humans sort demons according to their strength and divide them into lemures, demons, middle-level and high-level demons, and big demons. These are conventional demons, while the demon kings and demon masters above are not conventional.

    Each one is a king who occupies a large territory and has thousands of subjects under his command. He is equivalent to a human god and a strong man of truth.

    Ange confused an unconventional demon god with a conventional high-level demon. It was either blindness or something.

    "I am the Lord of Terror, the Lord of the Terror Abyss. What do you want to do?" the Lord of Terror said angrily.

    "Lord of Terror? Are you the Lord of Demons? What are you doing here?" Negris asked, and then added: "What did you do in the Principality of Montenegro?"

    "Are you asking me a question? You must know that a deal with the devil requires a sufficient price. Are you ready?" the Lord of Terror asked.

    Nigris smiled: "Ready, as long as you answer my questions, we will let you go."

    The Lord of Terror rolled his eyes at him: "This is just my projection, not my real body. Do you need to release it? Let's be more realistic."

    "Projection is also a part of power. If you don't agree, we will crush it?" Nigris said confidently.

    The Lord of Terror's expression changed a few times, and finally he said helplessly: "The main reason is that I don't have many sacrificial braziers left. Forget it, I will only answer your three questions. After answering, you must put my brazier in."  Come down, do you agree? If you agree, then sign the contract."

    Following its words, the shadow of a sheepskin scroll slowly emerged, with a contract written in demonic inscriptions on it.

    The Lord of Terror explained: "Do you know demon inscriptions? Let me explain to you. This line is the name of both parties to the contract. This line is the agreement. Answer three questions. This line is the reward, or reward. As long as I answer you three  One question, you have to let go of my brazier, and you are not allowed to do any harm to me. The last step is to sign. Is there any problem? If there is no problem, just press your fingerprint on the signature name."

    Nigris squinted his eyes and read line by line carefully.

    After looking at it for too long, the Lord of Terror became a little impatient and said: "It seems like you can understand it. This is a demon inscription. Will we demons still lie to you?"

    Nigris glanced at it sideways and showed a strange expression: "What if I really understand? Although you demons claim to never lie to others, that is just a claim. The succubus I know always says that he  I'm only eighteen years old, please explain to me, what does this inscription mean?"

    "Ah? Doesn't this line of work mean that you are not allowed to do any harm to me?" The Lord of Terror said hesitantly.

    "Yes, yes, this 'line' has this meaning, but what about this 'sentence'? What does it mean? You have to think about it carefully. I have never seen a demon lie about a devil's contract." Nag  Rhys placed special emphasis on lines and sentences.

    The Lord of Terror's face became as uncomfortable as eating cakes, and he said with a grimace: "If I pay the Lord of Terror another six hundred magic crystals, it turns out that you really understand the inscription"

    Nai??The undead is the night watchman of the Sleeping Land Cemetery, and he dug this box in the cemetery.  "The Lord of Terror said.

    "The place of sleep!?"

    The place of sleep!  Nigris exclaimed, Ange also perked up and looked at the demon in his hand.

    "You mean the place of sleep? The place of sleep in the Palace of Rest?" Negris asked carefully every word.

    The Lord of Terror was about to cry: "You also know this? Who are you? I don't even know about the Palace of Rest, but this undead said so."

    "Where is the place of sleep?" Nigris asked eagerly, no longer caring about his questioning skills.

    The Lord of Terror quickly replied: "I don't know, haha, three questions, please let me go."

    "Damn, I'm so anxious." Nigris slapped his forehead with an angry paw. He was too eager and failed to close the loopholes in the question. As long as the other party answered "I don't know", it would be considered an answer.

    "Let it go, Supada, although our agreement has been completed, but look at the shining magic crystal." Nigris motioned to Ange to take out some magic crystal.

    Ange casually fell down, and a small mountain of at least hundreds of thousands of magic crystals fell to the ground, making the devil's eyes almost fall off.

    "Look again, the pure soul crystal."

    Ange has now condensed a bunch of soul crystals. Anyway, he has a lot of soul energy. Soul crystals and soul energy are just changes in two forms. Transformation into each other does not cause much loss.

    The devil¡¯s eyes, which were about to fall off, widened again.

    "There are also grains, cloth, salt, fertilizer, sacred essence, world branches, life fruits, elf beans, upgrade beans, uh, and gold coins and silver coins. Do you want anything? If so, just pay the corresponding price.  These things can be yours" Nigris said in a low voice, full of temptation.

    The Lord of Terror's eyes were shining, and his mind was wandering back and forth over those things on the ground, wishing he could hold them all in his arms, but when he heard the 'price', he suddenly woke up.

    Because it usually likes to say this to others, why does it seem like the roles have been reversed, who is the devil?

    Be careful, don¡¯t be fooled, be careful, don¡¯t be tempted, the devil warned himself repeatedly in his heart, but after one more look at the pile of things, his heart was shaken, and finally he gave up resistance completely: ¡°Just say what you want,  I want this, this, and this.¡±

    After some haggling, the Lord of Terror signed a watertight contract that looked like a big loss from his point of view, but everyone else thought it was fair. To the devil, fair means a big loss.

    After asking all the questions, Ange threw 300 soul crystals into the brazier. Under the burning of the flames, the soul crystals slowly dissipated.

    Nigris is very satisfied. The soul crystal is now the least valuable thing in Ange. A large number of believers make continuous contributions every day. He has not farmed for a long time. The quick-death aura is not used much, and all the soul energy has been accumulated.  .

    Hundreds of soul crystals, but asked for the most critical information: "The Land of Sleep is lost in the void. The undead is the night watchman of the Cemetery of the Land of Sleep. There are more than a dozen night watchmen like him."  , but he was the most restless, so he dug up some things in the cemetery and ran out, including fragments of Luna's spirit."

    "It also gives a rough coordinate. If you search according to these coordinates, you may find the Cemetery of the Slumbering Land. There are tens of millions of undead creatures there, complete, because the Land of Slumbering is to protect the corpses.  It was just established, and if we find it, we can regain the most powerful combat power of the Immortal Empire."

    "But the coordinates are too vague. We need a powerful space magician and a dimensional beast"

    Having said this, Negris and Ange turned to look at the big cat that tiptoed over to them. Seeing that they had been discovered, the big cat let out a 'sow' and pounced towards the Fruit of Life on the ground.

    The fruit of life, which was as big as a washbasin, was no smaller than a big cat, but when it pounced and covered it with long hair, it disappeared.

    After getting the fruit of life, the big cat turned around and wanted to run away, but it was not as fast as Ange, so he grabbed its two hind legs and shook it hard.

    "Okay, now that there is a dimensional beast, as long as we find another powerful space magician, we can set off to find the Cemetery of Sleeping Land. If we find the cemetery, we may know why it came from  The Palace of Rest was peeled away, what happened at that time."

    "By the way, do you remember that female mage who ripped clothes off? Her space magic is very powerful, and she is probably at the level of a magister. How about we ask her for help, or go to the mercenary guild to hire one?" Negris was very interested.  He was making plans and couldn't wait to set off.

    "No." Ange firmly refused.

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    "No." Ange firmly refused.

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