The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 467: The Heart Eater

This is the palace of the demons.

Pale green ghost worms float around, forming the only light source in this huge and wide space except for the soul fire.

Different from the rich and luxurious palaces of human beings, there is only one kind of decoration in this palace, that is, the stone statues of human girls in different poses. These statues have different heights and different appearances. The only similarity is that all stone statues have only one expression, deep pain and despair.

A man is standing in the center of the palace. He wears a round hat, and he wears a red aristocratic gown with a turn-up collar and black knee trousers like the 18th-century French male aristocracy. He wears a pair of pointed shoes on his feet. , Looks nondescript, like a clown.

At this moment, the clown is holding a brush, humming a weird tone in front of a drawing board, and quickly smearing the blending paint on the canvas.

Not far behind him, on the throne in the deepest part of the palace, a man wearing a three-cornered hat, no matter his costume or temperament, is much more than what he is chewing, he doesn't mind the bright red liquid from The corners of his mouth drenched, and his luxurious scarf made in Volenge was wet.

At his feet, a young girl still showed a childish face twisted, her hands on her face, ignoring that her nails had been embedded in her face, leaving scratches, as if she was suffering from being unable to speak The pain, wanting to scream, but can't even make a sound.

And her lower body has gradually begun to petrify.

In the girl's desperate eyes, the man sitting on the throne threw only half of the girl's heart in his hand into his mouth, and then bit down hard.

While enjoying the taste that I love, I can also enjoy the girl's expression of despair and pain.

And the girl’s distorted expression will eventually stay on the stone statue made of her body forever...

"Your hobby is still that bad, Bachin."

This time. A man covered in a black cloak walked slowly into the hall from the darkness at the gate of the palace.

"Isn't this our brother who gave up his identity and devoted himself to the little vampire princess, Asacher?"

Sitting on the throne, the man called Bachin grinned open, showing shark-like sharp teeth: "It’s enough to be coquettish under that little girl’s leather skirt, so have you come back to us again? No way. Ah, I don’t want to be in business with a demon who smells like a vampire!"

After speaking, he laughed like he had told a funny joke.

"Ahem..."

As soon as Baqin finished speaking, the man who was painting the oil coughed dryly.

"Oh. I'm sorry, the Duke of Sabah, my dear friend." Bachin put away his smile, and apologized in an insincere voice: "You know, I'm not talking about you. It's just that the lord and the The guy who sent...Well. What is it called...Platinum Rose? Whatever...Those guys actually want to live in peace with humans, completely tarnishing their bloodline as the descendants of the Night Demon! Not only that, even the little girl Pi actually sent me a letter asking me to come to the set...what a joke! Do we still have to sign an equality treaty with bread!"

"You close that stinky mouth and just follow the instructions of Her Royal Highness! If it weren't for Her Royal Highness, we are still wandering in the dark abyss. You should feel grateful, Baqin! "

Asacher raised his head slightly. The red eyes that seemed to be burning under the black hood lit up: "Or, do you think that in the abyss you call yourself one of the seven princes of **** and live comfortably in that stinky swamp all the time?"

"If your purpose of coming here this time is to anger me, you have succeeded!"

Bachin stood up slowly. The surging magic power also gradually spouted from the seven-foot-tall body, making the whole hall feel like a gust of wind.

Asacher didn't hesitate to release his magic power, although the amount was not large. It just bounced off the magic power that had eroded, but in terms of quality, it was far stronger than Baqin.

"You should remember your decayed brain." Asacher's black cloak followed the gust of wind with his words. Wandering in the empty hall: "Whether it is the abyss plane or the main material plane, if you play with me, you have never won it once!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Asacher said was true, so even if Bachin gritted his teeth angrily, he didn't really make a move.

"I'm here to warn you this time, don't ignore the words of the princess, otherwise I will crush your limbs and screw off your head!"

Asacher left an ultimatum and turned around to leave.

At this time, the Duke-level vampire Sabah, who has been serving as the background, coughed twice and attracted their attention: "Honorable Bachin, I already know what is happening in that area."

Speaking, he turned his drawing board over so that the two of them could see the content painted with paint on it.

A man and two women are painted on the screen. The three of them are standing on a pile of low-level demons, leading the civilians behind them in a confrontation.

After the Duke of Sabah agreed to provide the demon Grand Duke Bachin with human girls as food to enhance his strength, he began to send his descendants to various villages and towns to select girls.

At first everything went well, but gradually, many areas refused to continue to provide girls, and his descendants lost contact one by one.

At first they thought it was just a simple human resistance, but after sending a demon army to suppress it and still no results, they knew that they seemed to have made a mistake.

A series of investigative methods such as the movie beholder, the mage’s eye, and the messaging crow all failed for some reason~IndoMTL.com~Finally, the Duke of Sabah could only use blood magic to lose some power and use his blood as a material to reconcile With special paint (vampires don't have much blood, their blood volume is closely related to their own strength), combined with prophetic magic, successfully painted this painting that can tell them the answer.

Asacher saw the man in the costume of the troubadour on the screen, he couldn't help but was stunned, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he spoke to him in the messy tone he had before. Qin ordered: "That man is a guest of the princess, you can't be rude, you know!"

After speaking, he turned and left the hall again with a very contemptuous attitude.

Sabah, the Duke of Vampire, seemed to notice something and frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

But Baqin watched the other person disappear into the darkness again, with a smirk on his face: "You said you won't touch it, you're kidding, why should I listen to that stinky girl who is less than half my age? Besides, even if I can't beat you, the Seven Duke of Hell is more than me and you!" (to be continued)

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