The inside of the Unfallen Gate is actually a prison. This is something everyone in the magic world knows, but there are actually guards inside the prison. This is probably something they don't know.

And all the guards are demons, which probably people outside would never even think of.

In short, there is no doubt that the owner here is a devil.

The interior of the Gate of Permanence is approximately 300,000 square meters, equivalent to three Saint Laurents laughing.

But in this huge piece of land, there is only one castle.

Castlevania.

The masters of Castlevania are demons, the guards are demons, the nobles are demons, and everything belongs to demons. The status of human beings here is extremely low. The better ones are civilians, and the worse ones are slaves.

To the east of Castlevania is a pitch-black forest, to the south is the towering mountain peak, to the north is the pitch-black abyss, and to the west is the endless death land.

There are more than 10,000 humans in Castlevania, and only about 300 demons.

But the devil controls food, water, and powerful power. He is superior to humans and is the master of this prison.

Anyone who resists will be brutally suppressed and killed.

The death was horrific.

If you want to live a better life here, you must please the devil and sell what you can sell, life, soul, wife, daughter, friends, morality, justice, despicability, evil, conscience...

This is not hell, but it is more terrifying and cruel than hell.

"So, sir, you must never have any conflict with the devil. You must give in, retreat, be humble, and be humble, otherwise your life will be at risk and other humans will be affected."

On the eve of entering the city, Morris reminded Zhuang Mingge repeatedly, hoping that he could be patient, patient, and patient again.

but……

"New here?" The karst demon guarding the city showed an unexpected expression when he saw Zhuang Mingge with his eyes closed. Demons are also divided into many types. Among them, karst demons are the most cruel and low-level demons. Most of them in hell are strong.

His slaves are also very low in strength.

They can only do some hard work in exchange for livelihood and food. To put it bluntly, it is a lowly labor force.

It looks about three meters tall, has two curved horns on its head, and has lines of volcanic lava on its body. That's why it's called a karst demon.

"Pull him down and give him a hundred lashes to let him know the rules here."

The karst demon glanced at Zhuang Mingge contemptuously and said arrogantly.

Immediately around the city gate, a group of dark goblins rushed from all directions, trying to catch Zhuang Mingge and drag him down for execution. Morris on the side whispered: "Don't resist, don't resist, sir. Otherwise you will suffer even more terrible consequences."

Don’t resist the attack. Don’t resist.”

The average height of goblins is about eighty centimeters. They are the ugliest race in hell. Even slaves can beat and scold them at will. Their status is worse than that of slaves. There are about twenty or thirty goblins in this group, and they swarm up with cruel words on their lips.

With a smile, he rushed towards Zhuang Mingge one after another.

The two karst demons watching the door looked like they were watching a good show and laughed coldly.

Zhuang Mingge flicked his right hand, and the breath of death spread. All the goblins who rushed forward were immediately deprived of their lives, and fell down like a pile of arhats, piled up on the ground.

He originally wanted to use the power of the Sun God, but when he thought that such a powerful force appeared in Castlevania, it would easily lead to misunderstanding, so he used the cold power of death.

After killing this group of blind goblins, Morris was immediately stunned. His mind turned over and over again, and he wanted to kowtow and beg for mercy. He wanted to distance himself from the relationship, and wanted to report it, but before he had time to act, the guard guarding the door was already furious.

anger.

"You dare to resist, go to hell!"

The lines on the karst demon's body that looked like magma lit up instantly, and a big hand smashed down on the ground. The center of the palm exuded a terrible temperature, which seemed to completely evaporate Zhuang Mingge, skin and body.

Rolling heat waves swept through the void, and the air became distorted.

Zhuang Mingge raised his head, and the cold power of death exploded, twisting and steaming, and a ghostly shadow appeared behind Zhuang Mingge. It was the image of the God of Death wearing a black robe and holding a sickle.

"I grant you eternal peace and an equal death."

The God of Death spoke the words of death in ancient syllables, and then the moment the opponent's hot palm fell, the sickle in his hand slashed through the karst demon's body, cutting off his vitality and taking away his soul.

The falling palm suddenly stopped in mid-air and stopped violently. The bright red magma tattoo on Karst Evil's body quickly dimmed, his red eyes lost their divine light, and their vitality quickly drained away, turning into an empty shell in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the shadow of the God of Death on Zhuang Mingge's back and the shadow of a karst demon on the sickle in his hand kept struggling, but was immediately grabbed by the God of Death, thrown into his mouth, and chewed into pieces.

For a moment, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

The other karst demon was shivering all over and stared at Zhuang Mingge in fear, as if the other karst demon was not a human being, but a real demon.

The shadow of the God of Death stared at him coldly, and the sickle in his hand was ready to chop off at any time, taking away his life and eating his soul.

"Can I go in?"

Zhuang Mingge asked calmly.

The karst demon suddenly shuddered, his huge body knelt down, and said with a flattering face: "Sir, please come in, please come in!"

Zhuang Mingge was not surprised by the other party's change, because Alila once told him that there were constant killings in hell, and death could occur at any time. Therefore, demons do not have the so-called dignity and perseverance.

They have to be groveling, flattering, and adding insult to injury are their necessary skills, as well as changing the situation when the situation arises are also necessary skills for them.

You can't say they are despicable, the conditions in hell determine their character.

In order to survive, you can give up everything.

Including the so-called dignity, persistence, pride, and backbone.

After entering the city, Morris Bruce followed Zhuang Mingge, trembling with excitement. The scene at the gate of the city deeply shocked him. After a disagreement, he drew his sword to kill.

Killing a bronze-level demon with one strike was simply too powerful.

"Sir, you are too majestic, you are too powerful, you are too scary, but my lord, you are in big trouble."

Just as Morris said, the story of a human instantly killing a karst demon at the gate of Castlevania spread throughout Castlevania in just one hour.

Humans were in an uproar, demons were in an uproar, and the entire Castlevania was boiling.

All human beings are discussing who this majestic human being is, but they do not doubt that this human being's future will be extremely miserable.

Because there are many magicians with terrifying Silver rank here, but even the proud Silver must bow his head here and act according to the devil's rules. If you want to ask why, it is probably because the devil's strength is too terrifying.

There was once a silver-level magician who caused trouble by relying on his strength, but was brutally killed by a seemingly weak demon. All humans fell into silence and had no chance to stand out.

The strength of the devil is unfathomable. The devil is supreme in Castlevania, and no one dares to provoke the devil.

People made bets in a joking tone on how long this troublesome human being could live, three days or five days. Some people even thought that he would not survive five hours before being captured by the demons in Hui City and tortured in the most cruel way.

Tortured to death.

This is not a place to show off one's power, nor is it a place to show pride. This is Castlevania, a paradise for demons, and a hell for humans.

"Guess who Castlevania will send to punish this human being this time."

"It should be Lord Zuoewei."

"No, no, no, I guess it's Mr. Youwei, or maybe the city lord's beautiful daughter."

"Cruel princess, isn't he dead?"

"Pray it won't be that princess, otherwise we will all be in trouble."

"That damn bastard, aren't you afraid that we will also be implicated? Bastard, what on earth is he playing?"

…

At the same time, the city lord's mansion.

A delicate pink-haired little girl shuttled through the complex and exquisite corridors, with a bright and brisk smile. Her innocence was the most true portrayal of her, but the expressions of the servants who saw her on the road changed drastically.

, shivering.

But the little girl didn't pay attention to these trembling servants, humming unknown songs, walked through the corridors, walked through the courtyards, leaving the gardens and fountains behind, walked briskly along the way, pushed open the gate of the backyard of the city lord's mansion, and entered

After the hall, follow the spiral staircase to the highest floor of the mansion.

"Father, Father..."

The little girl pushed open the heavy lace solid redwood door and rushed into the room quickly, "I heard it. It seems that a new rebel has appeared. Father, please leave it to me this time. I will definitely do it as soon as possible."

Solve this problem."

This is a simple study room, with tall bookshelves all around the walls. In the center of the room are exquisite sofas and tea sets, decorated like a VIP room in a high-end salon club.

Exquisite chandeliers, beautiful window screens, scarlet carpets...

There is no doubt that this is a room carefully decorated by humans. Demons will not spend a lot of time on such useless decorations. If you have such leisure, it is better to think about how to enhance your own strength.

On a sofa made of human skin, a handsome man sat on it, stroking the book in his hand and meditating.

The more advanced the demons are, the more similar their appearance is to humans. This is probably because humans are perfect species created in imitation of gods. Therefore, rather than being similar to humans, they are more similar to gods and gods.

"Good afternoon, Alice, what were you talking about just now?"

Being disturbed by his daughter who pushed the door open, the handsome man raised his head and looked at his daughter dotingly.

The pretty little girl ran over happily and threw herself into the man's arms, "Father, I have heard that a rebel has appeared. Please leave it to me this time." (To be continued. If you

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