As the leader of a force in hell, Sarakol can't remember how long it has been since he indulged in the fresh flesh and blood and soul from humans like this.

The last time he enjoyed such a feast on earth was when they built their own city on the Moab plain. In the devil's city at that time, he could enjoy the dedication from mankind at will, treating the defeated and slaves as blood food, and wantonly filling his never-knowing appetite.

But with the devil's defeat against God, he was forced to return to that desolate hell. In that land that was always dry and impossible for any living creatures, he could only endure the torture of hunger and use the evil spirits who were not even as good as firewood to fill his hunger.

It can be said that it was a really hard time. Even when Sarakol recalled, he would feel a little nauseous because of the bad taste of the evil spirit.

This kind of sense that has been precipitated in his psychology makes him more obsessed with his current life. For a devil, there is really nothing more to be desired to enjoy the deliciousness of flesh and blood and soul in such a world. If so, then there is only more flesh and soul, as well as enslavement and creation of pain, which is engraved in every devil's nature.

Since he was released from hell, he has crossed thousands of miles and destroyed dozens of cities, causing millions of people to completely become playthings in the hands of the devil because of his madness and rampantness. Their flesh and blood were swallowed by evil spirits, and their souls fell into the control of these devils. This not only can greatly satisfy the needs of these devils' bodies, but also can increase their strength by a huge increase.

It can be said that Sarakol is definitely in his best condition for thousands of years. He has never been so good, and has never felt his strength as he has today. He is very clear that he can be stronger. There are so many souls outside to swallow and so much flesh and blood to enjoy. He should not stop here at all. As long as he continues, he can become stronger, even surpass that guy and become the new master of hell.

The greed and betrayal in nature made Sarakol unwilling to stop his steps, so after swallowing the playing hobby soul in his hand, he immediately stood up from the corpse and shouted loudly to the evil spirits surrounding him.

"Okay, it's time to give up here and find new prey. Let's set out, my army. Let me come to more souls and bring me more flesh and blood. At the price, I will satisfy your hunger and allow you to enjoy everything in this world. So what are you waiting for? Let's set out and set out to the next destination. Let those humans become our food completely!"

Sarakol's arrogant voice made the evil spirits around him whistle in a crazy way. They loved their leader to death. Compared with the previous Lord of Hell, Sarakol undoubtedly fits their tastes more in line with their tastes. Because he would not always suppress their desires like Mephisto, nor would he just treat them as coolies like Victor. Although this guy has been driving them to do this and that, one thing is impossible to compare with the first two, that is, he can satisfy their desires and satisfy their desires for fresh flesh and blood and life.

This alone can make these evil spirits work wholeheartedly for him. So when he said this, these evil spirits were naturally excited and wanted to take action immediately.

The evil spirits are brainless things. They are just tragic existences that are simply manipulated by desire. They have no other reason to exist except for craving flesh and blood. Such things are actually very easy to fool. In contrast, the devils under Sarakol are not so easy to talk to.

The devils have always been cunning and shrewd. They each have their own plans, and it is almost impossible to be on the same path as Sarakol. In the past, when he was in hell, Sarakol could barely gather these guys around him with the excuse of protecting each other. But since he came to the world, he has no such excuse.

Different hells on earth are everywhere in hells. Even if they have the identity of a devil, they may become food in the mouths of other strong people when they are not careful. But the world is different. For these devils, the world is almost equal to heaven. Not only does there not be any external dangers that threaten them, but there are also food and resources they need everywhere. In such a place, it is inevitable that these devils will have a second thought. Because for them, instead of being carried by Sarakol to one piece and eating it all, it is better to occupy the next piece of land and be more satisfying to be the land emperor.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and so are the devils. Not all devils are like Sarakol, who have the idea of ​​a bandit passing through the border and leaving no grass. Some people like this, but some people like to use conspiracy and tricks to get what they want bit by bit to experience the extraordinary pleasure from it.

So at the moment when the army was about to start, a devil appeared in front of Sarakol and said to him.

"Master, I think we need to talk about the direction of the future. If we continue to kill so unscrupulously, it will not be a good thing for you or for us. So, should we change our way to continue our previous actions?"

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at the devil who appeared in front of him and bargained with him, Sarakol's face showed impatience. But in the end he slowed down and asked him. The identity of this devil was not simple, and he had Mephisto's blood flowing in his body. Although he was not a descendant of his relative, he was no matter what, this was the blood of the king of hell. So under normal circumstances, Sarakol was not willing to offend him too much.

This devil also understood this, so when facing such questions, he directly expressed his thoughts.

"It's very simple, Your Excellency. I think we should continue our previous actions in a lurking way. You have enjoyed so much blood and soul, which should be able to satisfy the last period of time. But if we follow our current actions and continue like this, it is hard to say that we will not be attracted by human resistance. I believe you have also seen that the current world is not the world of the past. Although human beings are still weak, they are no longer the original reptiles who are slaughtered by us. If they make up their minds to resist us, we may not be able to completely suppress them."

"And, if you keep killing like this, the number of human beings will only become smaller and smaller. This is not in our interest. Once human beings are extinct, finding such a suitable ration is not a problem that can only take thousands of years to solve. So, why not change the way and find a way to raise them so that they can continue to serve us, just like Mephisto did at that time?"

"What an interesting idea, but unfortunately, I'm not Mephisto."

Sarakol directly laughed as a sentence interrupted the devil's words.

"I am the incarnation of greed. For me, satisfying my greed is the most important thing. What you said has nothing to do with me, at least it has nothing to do with me now. I will not stop until I completely satisfy my inner greed. Of course, if you want to stop, please take your own care. But I can tell you, don't forget the orders of Lord Hell. If you leave me, you want to go back, but there is no way out. If you cross that line, I don't need to describe what your fate will be."

"So sir, please give me some evil spirits and let me act alone. At the cost, I can guarantee that I will give you a stable soul. Just a hundred years, every one hundred years, I will give you ten thousand souls, how about it!"

"Hundred thousand! If you increase this price to 100 thousand, I can give you such a chance. How about it, do you have such determination?"

The greedy Sarakol directly increased the chips ten times. Faced with his actions, the devil just hesitated for a moment, and nodded and said.

"Okay, that's all, sir. But since that's the case, I'll also increase the chips I need. I want 100,000 evil spirits. There should be no problem with this."

"One hundred thousand evil spirits. OK, I'll give it to you!"

With only one-tenth of power, Sarakol did not take this loss into his mind. In contrast, the price he paid was what he valued more. So he answered very decisively and began to divide his army of evil spirits. As soon as he moved, a look of surprise appeared on his face. Because he found that his million-strong army had already had a gap.

"What's going on? Why did I lose 20,000 troops?"

The 20,000 troops are not important, what is important is that he actually suffered some losses. This means that the lamb he thought was slaughtered had the ability to resist him. Those humans had the means to kill the evil spirits under him, which was something he had never thought of.

"Does there be a magician in secret against us? Or the army of Jehovah's old angels has begun to act. It is impossible! Jehovah has been completely defeated, where did he get his army? So who is it, are they those humans?"

Sarakolle muttered to himself. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed to be underestimating humans a little too much. How did humans do all this? He didn't understand. And it was precisely because he didn't understand that he suddenly had an ominous premonition about his actions.

Could it be that humans can fight against them as the devil in front of us said? How is this possible?

The devil's nature made him a little confused. At this moment, a dazzling firelight appeared in the sky.
Chapter completed!