Chapter 1638 Law of Destruction

"Are you the fire wizard Grim?"

The Dark Lord, who had a strange charm, finally stood firm, cast his gaze on Greem, and asked in his low, feminine yet magnetic voice.

Other demons might mistake Greem for a human demigod, but how could the Lord of Darkness make such a mistake? He could directly see through the essence of the soul that the human in front of him was just a strange creature of some fire master. Just a clone.

If it's the former, there's no need to talk too much, just kill people and extract souls. It will naturally get all the secrets that Greem has in front of him.

But if it's the latter...

The opponent's true body is not here, and killing his human clone has no other meaning than venting his anger. In that case, the secret it wants will be lost forever.

After all, even though it holds the title of the second-generation ‘Demon Prince’, most of its authority is limited to the abyss. As long as the opponent never steps foot into the abyss again in this life, it will not be easy for him, the Lord of Darkness, to deal with a Lord-level existence hiding in the plane of fire element.

Therefore, with a few sighs in his heart, Graz'zt could only place his hopes on 'bluffing' and 'negotiation'!

As soon as Lord Wu An opened his mouth, the evil aura that shrouded the whole place suddenly disappeared, and Greem, who was unable to move under the strong mental pressure of the other party, regained control of his body.

"The great Your Majesty Graz'zt, Greem would like to say hello to you!" Greem hurriedly touched his chest and saluted.

Facing a powerful ninth-level being, no matter how noble the etiquette is, it is difficult to express one's admiration and admiration. Although the opponent is an evil creature and may have pushed the evil power to such a terrifying level, this talent and perseverance alone are enough to win Greem's respect.

"I smelled the part of my evil origin that originally belonged to me on you, which means that you have been in close contact with that part of my evil origin recently..." Grazte had a gentle smile on his face, looking like a human and an animal. Harmless 'smiling tiger' look: "I'm curious, where did you come into contact with it? I wonder if you can satisfy my 'trivial' curiosity?"

Graz'zt asked calmly, but those eyes shining with strange green light were staring at Greem, just like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

Greem was smiling, but a trembling and ferocious electric current deep in his soul was constantly washing away his spiritual defense.

"Hey, the impact of a strange mental current has been detected. It is initially judged to be a 'fear spell'. Please pay attention to mental protection..." The chip sounded a prompt warning in a timely manner, which also showed that the strong fear that Greem had just perceived was not false. , but actually exists.

Greem also sighed slightly.

He could be sure that the other party had not cast any spells, so he could still sense the influence of the 'fear spell'. The only explanation was that the other party had transformed the 'fear spell' into some kind of instinct. Every word, deed, and smile of this Lord of Darkness is naturally filled with fear, and anyone in front of it must bear the uninterrupted mental impact of fear-like effects at all times.

As long as a person's spirit is relaxed, it will be a miserable end where the mind is suppressed and the emotions are intimidated!

If it had been anyone else, it would have been easy for them to swindle out critical intelligence or information under the control of fear, but Greem would not. With the 'Calm Pendant' supporting him at the back and the chip at the front to guard him, it would not be easy for anyone to bluff Greem.

Even the ninth level demon prince can't do it!

Greem still kept a smile on his face and asked softly: "I wonder if Your Majesty Grazte has met Lady Barbara before coming here?"

The expression on Graz'zt's face remained unchanged, but there was a glimmer of light in the depths of his bright green eyes.

After all, it is the most human-like existence among all demons, and its nature is not as impulsive and reckless as other demons, regardless of the consequences. Therefore, seeing that the 'bluffing' technique that he was best at did not work, Graz'zt couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Have I seen that she has anything to do with my problem?" Graz'zt still looked like a gentle elder. If it weren't for its striking appearance, it would be difficult for most people to associate it with the Abyss Demon.

Greem, who is best at data analysis, quickly captured some key information from the other party's words... The other party knew the name Barbara, which meant that War Horn had already been in contact with the Lord of Darkness!

With this information as a foundation, Greem finally felt much more at ease.

"My great Majesty Grazit, it would be a great honor for me to provide you with services. But... before I provide information services, I am more worried about my own safety!" Greem said in a smooth official tone: "You don't want to do that either. I hope to see you die just after I provide you with the information. That would make people question your majesty’s tolerance and generosity..."

When he mentioned the word 'generous', Greem especially emphasized his tone, as if he was saying 'I can buy it'. If he really behaves like he is indifferent, there is a chance that the other party will jump over the wall and take risks.

Now, Greem deliberately exposed his 'weakness';

Graz'zt was also a human sperm soaked in countless conspiracies for tens of thousands of years, so how could he not understand the meaning behind Greem's words. If this matter could be settled with 'interests', why would the two sides fight until rivers of blood and mountains of corpses flowed...

Graz'zt finally smiled happily.

Graz'zt loves intrigue.

Although it is not afraid of fighting on the battlefield, it still prefers to use charm and eloquence to calculate its enemies. Moreover, it is the smartest and most cunning creature in the Abyss... It is also quite proud of this.

Therefore, when it smelled the smell of conspiracy, an indescribable excitement instantly surged in its heart.

"Your performance surprised me..." Grazite narrowed his eyes, with a smile on his lips: "I have never seen a human like you! Even among wizards known for their viciousness and cunning, you are the most impressive one!"

Grimm really wanted to ask the Dark Lord how he felt about the powerful witch who imprisoned him, but he also knew that the mouth was the source of trouble, and he should not overestimate himself just because the other party was now in a gentle posture.

Therefore, Grimm's attitude became more humble and his tone became softer.

"It is my honor to receive your praise, Your Majesty! But I want to do the things Your Majesty has asked me to do and receive your generous reward..."

Grazite stared at Grimm for a moment, and finally spoke before his forehead was sweating, but he was not talking to Grimm, but to the corner of the wall where he had just appeared.

"Ms. Barbara, congratulations, you have such an outstanding subordinate! You really have a good eye for choosing people..."

A humanoid creature walked out of the swaying darkness again.

It was seen that it was hunched over, old and frail, holding a black wooden stick taller than itself, and slowly walked out of the void while coughing violently.

It was a witch.

Her dress was very retro, the classic dress of those powerful and evil witches in the legends of ancient times. Triangular eyes, garlic mouth, sparse yellow teeth, long hooked nose, sparse and withered hair, a tall pointed hat on her head, gloomy and fierce eyes, and a long black robe that dragged on the floor...

Seeing the arrival of such a dress, coupled with the words of Lord Wu An just now, how could Grimm not know the identity of the witch in front of him.

The founder of the War Horn, the powerful 8th-level witch from the wizard world, Ms. Barbara...

Grimm hurriedly bowed again, and said with one hand on his chest: "Welcome to you, Master Barbara!"

Barbara stood still with a cane, turned her triangular eyes and looked at Grimm with a rather strange expression, and said: "Okay, kid, now everyone is here, you don't have to worry, you can tell your answer!"

She was straightforward and asked the answer directly.

Grimm had a backer, so he was naturally bolder and no longer afraid of the dark lord's "black-eating-black", so he told the story without hesitation.

"... During my trip to the world of gods, I accidentally broke into a strange area, where I found a strange temple belonging to the elven gods, and had a conflict with the guardian inside and had a fight..."

"The one guarding the temple was a demigod-level natural guardian, who seemed to be a descendant of a certain druid ancient god and could borrow some of the power of that ancient god..."

"During the fight, I found that the deepest part of the temple seemed to be sealed with something extremely special, which looked like a pool of black viscous spring water, which could trigger the endless evil thoughts and valley despair of living creatures..."

"I couldn't beat the natural guardian who triggered the god's descent, so I could only rob some of the spoils, then escaped from the temple and quickly left that plane..."

One level 9, one level 8, two terrifying beings also squinted and listened quietly.

Even without using any divine identification spells, they can use their personal intuition to detect the truth of Grimm's words.

The world of gods...

The temple of the elves...

The guardian of nature...

The son of the ancient gods...

From these general words, Graz't can also extract a lot of key information.

At least now it knows that the part of its "lost" evil origin has now fallen into the hands of the elves and has been sealed by them in some strange way.

"Which plane is the temple you mentioned? Is there a plane sign?" Ms. Barbara, who was hunched over and looked like an old woman, opened her eyes slightly and asked in a hoarse voice.

Grimm glanced at the two of them calmly and said softly: "Moonlight Forest... The name of that plane is Moonlight Forest!"

Although he said the name of the plane, he still did not hand over the sign of that plane, obviously waiting for something.

Graz't, who had been listening attentively, chuckled, raised his right hand, and a ball of blood-colored strange energy appeared in his palm.

The energy ball was not big, but it seemed to be filled with the smell of iron and blood, and there was a trace of tyrannical breath that destroyed the world... As soon as it appeared, it began to constantly impact and change, trying to break through the restraint of Graz's palm.

But unfortunately, although its mighty breath was very strong, the energy infused inside was obviously not enough to support its violent and destructive power.

It became more and more violent and uncontrollable.

The small energy ball turned into a series of violent and unmatched blood-red lightnings that clashed crazily, showing the traces of the destructive breath contained inside...

"Destruction...destruction...law..." Grimm held his breath and said the energy essence of the blood-red lightning word by word.

This was exactly the law of destruction that he had been seeking but could not get!