Demon King Doesn’t Have to be Overthrown

"Woo...oooooo..."

In the woods not far from the camp, Magret was crying like a kid who was being bullied, and the crying was sad.

"My Melika... My Melika..."

The thought of the only woman she loves is now lying in the arms of another man, and the other man threatens her to never pester her anymore, Magret can't stop her tears.

"Obviously that should be mine... it's mine..."

Magret became more sad as he thought about it, and more and more unwilling to think about it, causing more and more tears to flow, even his nose.

Such embarrassment has never appeared on Magret since he was seven years old. This shows how sad Magret is.

"I will not give up... I will never give up..."

Magret kept persuading himself like this.

"There must be a chance...chance..."

Although Magret had the urge to collapse to the ground when he thought of Sheen's threat, he really couldn't make him give up Melika.

After all, in any case, this man's obsession with Melika was so high that he was willing to abandon his noble status to get what he wanted. Even if he was afraid of Sean, Magret didn't want to give up.

Of course, Magret was really scared by Sean, and he didn't dare to retaliate.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid that Sean wouldn't necessarily let Magret go. Even if he didn't kill him in the camp, he would think of a way to solve Magret, so as to avoid trouble in the future.

Now Magre really hates and fears Sheen, losing the idea of ​​resistance, and unwilling to give up Melika like this.

Therefore, Magret could only mutter.

"He can't stay with Melika forever. Sooner or later, Melika will still be alone..."

At that time, I will take Melika away again, go far away, and spend my life in a place where no one can find it.

As long as he can get Melika, Magre feels that no matter how hard life is, he can live a good life.

"That guy is not a god, it is impossible to know where Melika and I have gone..."

Magret made this idea.

As for Melika's willingness or not, that is not within Magret's consideration.

As Sheen said, Magret ignored Melika's wishes from beginning to end. It can be said to be extremely selfish or extremely self-feeling.

Magret lives in his own script and the world. Even Melika is just a character in his script and the world. Even if it is the heroine, it should be decided according to his heart.

Therefore, Sean would say that in essence, Magret is no different from the rest of the nobles. It is just that others are conscious, but he is not conscious. He has no knowledge that he is doing bad things. Instead, he feels that everything he does is correct.

"Okay! That's it!"

Magret, who had made up his mind, wiped his nose and tears, and revived.

"I will wait until the moment comes, no matter how long it takes."

Magre made up his mind and turned around, preparing to return to the camp.

However, Magret did not expect that this was the last move in his life.

Because, as soon as he turned around, a dark shadow appeared behind him silently.

"Puff!"

The sharp blade pierced Magret's body, pierced through his back, and then leaked out of his chest, bringing out a large patch of blood.

"Uh..."

Magret froze there, and after a while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the sharp blade from his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this moment, another hand stretched over and pressed Magret's head.

"Boom!"

As a burst of fire flashed, the flames enveloped Magret's body, burning it to death.

Magret didn't even have time to utter a scream, and he couldn't even realize that his life had been lost, so he didn't even leave any debris, and was completely destroyed.

Until then, the hand holding Magret was retracted, allowing the figure of an old man to appear in this space.

"Finally caught up."

The old man looked at the campsites of the bonfire in the distance, smiling gloomily.

As for the person who was just killed by him, he is no longer in his memory.

"Master Bedo."

The black shadow that pierced Magret's body with a sharp blade also showed the whole picture. It was a man with a large horse, all supporting the old man.

These people are just the executioners of the old demons.

They finally caught up with the **** team.

"What is the status of the investigation?"

Bedo asked casually.

"There are already results."

Bedo's subordinates whispered.

"There are a total of 118 people in the camp, almost all of them are human races."

"Among them, there are three people below level 30, eighty-seven people between level 30 and 40, 23 people between level 40 and 50, and levels between 50 and 60. There are three people, and there are two people over sixty."

"According to the reports of the personnel with the [Identification] skills and the [Reconnaissance] skills, one of the two is at a level of seventy-seven, which should be Lord Kilian, and the other is at sixty-eight, which should be the highest level person here. ."

Upon hearing this report, Bedo sneered.

"There are actually people under the level of thirty? And there are three in total? It seems that Ramijon really can't send any decent combat power to **** Kylian."

Bedo's wariness of this camp has dropped several times.

With this level of combat power, even if Bedo doesn't take action by himself, he is afraid that he can easily slaughter him clean, right?

"Probably it was for merit, so the leader of Ramígyon didn't want to ask for help from the rest of the towns in the territory." Bedo easily saw through the cause and effect, and sneered: "No matter what era the human race is so innocent. It's a cure, when can we kill these eye-catching races?"

The disgust revealed in Bedo's words was even stronger than Kilian.

The others performed similarly, as if the next job was to get their hands dirty and had to clean up the rubbish, their faces were full of disgust and helplessness.

This is the existence of the old demons.

Therefore, whether it is Bedo or the rest of the old demons, they will not push the enemy too much like ordinary villains, but will only have the mentality of clearing the trash, like doing the same boring work, repeat The killing was going on.

It's the same this time.

"Do you want to rush in directly? Lord Beduo?" the subordinate asked: "The barrier around the camp has been breached by us, and those human races should be discovered soon."

"Then do the preparatory work before that." Bedo waved his hand and said, "Send some people to sneak in and rescue Kilian, lest the human dogs jump over the wall and kill the hostages first. Send some people to embark on blockade work around, whether it is setting up barriers or destroying the road, anyway, none of those human races can escape."

As he said, Bedo licked his bloodied finger.

"This time it's still the old rule. When the pre-work is finished, we will kill."

"Regardless of whether it is a male or female, or which race it is, even if it is a demons, those who mix with the human race will only be traitors."

"Kill me all, don't keep any."

So, the executioners began to act.

The **** night begins here.