Chapter 60 Disappointed Golden Dragon Lady

"Do you want to live?" Morea panted, looking at the hell purgatory lying on the ground. As he said, this devil who has evolved to the highest rank is really seriously injured, and most of his strength is not enough. play.

"Think." The hell purgatory saw eight storm giants with weapons pointing at him, his eyes flickered, but after hearing Morea's words, he didn't hesitate to say his answer.

"Then, sign your devil's favorite contract with me!" Morea smiled and looked at the mighty-looking abyss refining demon. Let a devil of the highest level be his slave, and he feels comfortable just thinking about it.

"What contract do you want to sign?" The hell purgatory heard the word contract, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the young Titan who brought him down with a group of giants in a group fight.

"Of course it's a slave contract."

"Impossible." Hearing the slave contract, the refining demon subconsciously refused, how much hardship he went through to evolve from a lowly inferior demon to a high-level hell refining demon, and in the end, there was actually a gold-level titan. Ask him to be a slave.

"Oh!" Morea heard the refusal of the hell purgatory, turned around and walked a few steps, and picked up a long spear from the ground.

"What did you say just now?" Morea held a long spear and stared at the head of the hell purgatory with a flickering spear. "Please say it again, I didn't hear it clearly."

"Honorable Titan." The hell purgatory felt the piercing chill between his brows, and was instantly cowardly, with a very humble tone, "I am willing to sign a contract with you, and it is my honor to be your servant."

"Hurry up and draw up a contract and stop talking nonsense."

"Yes." The hell fiend struggled to get up, and then, under the gaze of Morea and the eight storm giants, took out a huge piece of parchment. On the dark yellow paper, there were lines of ominous devil writings. appeared one after another.

"Hehe, what do you think of me?" Looking at the contract handed over by the purgatory, Morea glanced at it, without reading the content, the spear in his hand shook and stabbed directly into his chest. The golden thunder poured into his body along the spear, causing the hell purgatory to roar again and again.

"Your Highness, is there a problem with this contract?" Terrence, who was still bleeding, looked at Morea curiously.

"Terrence, if you have a chance to deal with the devil in the future, remember one thing. If the contract paper the devil gave you has some beautiful lace, don't think about anything else, just chop it."

Morea sneered and looked at the contract handed to him by the abyss refining demon. On this leather scroll, there are some gorgeous black patterns on the edge: "This pattern is actually a kind of text, this is the devil. It's a common practice. Once this contract is signed, it's basically over."

"Be honest with me. Don't play tricks on me anymore, my patience is limited." Morea pulled out the long spear that pierced the body of the refining demon, skillfully shook a spear flower, and put the spear blade on the blade. All the blood was shaken off.

"I'm going to re-draw it now." The hell purgatory snorted, covering the translucent penetrating wound at the front and back of his chest, and smiled at Moreya, quickly re-drawing the contract, and then showing it to Moreya.

"Are you kidding me? The witness of the contract is actually Asmodeus." Morea glanced at the contract, and without hesitation, stabbed the spear in his hand again, "Pfft!" The healed muzzle pierced.

Let the most powerful devil witness an unequal contract between a devil and a Titan, is this despising his IQ? .

"Change it to the Styx contract for me." Morea scolded, "This is your last chance. If you dare to play your devil's usual routine, I will kill you."

"Okay, okay, I'll change it." The hell purgatory's body twitched in pain. Although this penetrating wound is only a minor injury to it, it can be recovered in seconds.

But it hurts.

"Simple, clear, don't talk nonsense." Morea pulled out the blood-stained spear and put it against the neck of the refining demon, "If you dare to play word games, I will kill you anyway."

"I don't dare." The hell fiend looked at the black and red hot blood dripping on him from the gun blade, and was a little suspicious of the devil.

He had just fought with a Balor flame demon a while ago, and turned himself into a half-crippled.

So, he responded to the call very obediently, thinking of catching a wave of delicious human souls in the material world and recovering his injuries, but he didn't think that a young Titan was calling him with a group of giants, and he didn't say a word. sentence, was beaten.

Moreover, this young Titan also used his life to coerce him to sign a slave contract. He originally wanted to play tricks on the contract, but he did not expect that this young Titan would know so many routines about the Devil's contract. Seeing through it without saying anything, he stabbed himself twice abruptly.

"Please take a look." Under the compulsion of death, the purgatory in the deep, with a bitter face, re-wrote a Styx contract, this time he did not dare to do anything.

"It's too succinct, just become my slave and it's over? Add a time limit."

"How long?" The hell purgatory looked at Morea with hope. Many devils often sign contracts with humans and voluntarily become their slaves at the cost of their souls, and such contracts generally end as humans age and die. In the eyes of many low-level devils, it is very cost-effective to exchange a human soul for decades.

But what's so special is that the one who is going to sign a slave contract with him is a titan. This is a famous longevity species. The abyss refining demon feels that if he really wants to live his life, he will be the one who will die first.

"What kind of dream are you thinking about?" Morea looked at the hell purgatory who was still fantasizing about something in surprise: "Of course, as long as you can live, you can be my slave for as long as you can. the end of life."

"Is this too long?" Abyss Refining Demon said with some embarrassment, and he looked at Morea pleadingly.

"Don't want to?"

"Yes!" The deep hell purgatory chicken nodded like a peck, because the eight storm giants next to him had already raised their weapons, and if they didn't agree, they would be killed on the spot.

"That's the truth." Morea looked at the devil's contract drawn up for the third time in his hand, and the hell purgatory had signed his real name on it, "Your name is too long, for convenience, I will call you Mai in the future. Els!"

With an unquestionable tone, Morea chose a part of the real name of the hell purgatory as his future name, and then Morea signed his real name on the contract.

Then, the contract is established! The parchment turned into tiny particles of light, blending into the unknowable.

At this moment, Morea sensed a vast black river running through the endless lower planes, but in just a moment, this feeling disappeared, but the endless mighty power contained in that black river made Moreya Shocked.

"Master!" The moment the contract was established, Myers, the hell purgatory, felt that a layer of shackles had been placed on his soul. Life, death and freedom were no longer up to him, so he respectfully held another in his hand. The existence of one end of the yoke knelt down and prostrate.

"Yeah!" Morea looked at the hell purgatory who was kneeling on the ground, and a huge sense of satisfaction came to her heart.

"Let all the giants outside come in and treat these seriously injured warriors." Morea ordered that, in order to subdue this hell purgatory, seven of the fifteen soul-level storm giants were seriously injured, and the remaining eight were also Everyone is injured, only Morea is better, but it's just out of strength.

When the giants and demons outside the martial arts field re-entered, they looked shocked at the martial arts field where the entire ground seemed to have been ploughed. What shocked them even more was that the one that was crawling at the feet of Morea was unknown. The high-ranking devil of breath.

"Is this what you mean by evil?" Morea stepped on the head of the infernal fiend Miles and asked the two storm giants who had advised him before with a smile.

The two storm giants looked at them in shock, and the hell purgatory who remained motionless even when Morea stepped on his head, all kinds of tastes flooded into their hearts. In the end, without saying a word, he fell to his knees, and the facts have already explained everything.

...

Above the high throne, Morea looked down, a group of succubuses who turned the hooves of their legs into slender thighs, dancing a dance that made the blood of male creatures burst.

"That's right, Miles, I didn't expect you to know how to dance." Morea looked at a handsome young human with black hair and black pupils beside the throne.

"I have been served by a mage who likes to have fun before, so I know a little about dancing, music and so on." According to Morea's request, the big devil Miles, who turned into a humanoid and wore a butler uniform To cuddle his chest, he said very respectfully.

"Well, I asked you to summon a group of lustful demons and teach them how to dance. How's it going?"

"One hundred lustful demons have been summoned, my master. We are training, and soon, I will be able to present you with a visual feast." Miles reported to Morea with a bright smile.

He did not expect that his master was so greedy for pleasure. But this is just right, the devil is best at temptation and enjoyment with various senses, and they are experts in this field.

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Inside the Crystal Castle. The girl-like Jinlongniang sat on the metal throne made of legendary metal mixed, frowning and looking at the shadow wall in front of her, her face was full of unpleasant colors.

The picture on the shadow wall is exactly the scene of Morea drinking and having fun, listening to the extravagant sound, and enjoying the dance of the succubus.

"It's getting more and more absurd, little Muria, the succubus can't satisfy you, and you still want to be a demon." Atris sighed with disappointment.

"Ans Orr, we need to discipline our little Morea. We can't let him go on like this." The beautiful blond girl raised her head and looked at the heroic youth with black hair and golden pupils beside her.

"Yeah!" Tai Tan, who turned into a human, frowned and looked at the picture on the shadow wall with a frown, and responded in a low voice.

Then, "Tear!" The space was torn apart by Ansor, and he lifted his leg and walked into the space crack, "I'll arrange it now, you don't have to interfere!"

"Humph!" Jinlongniang Atris looked at the healed space crack and snorted softly: "What do you mean, it's not that I made Little Morea become like this, obviously I have less control than me. However, An Si Or, how would you educate little Morea?"