Frost Wings

The center of the dormitory turned into a piece of white ground. Baihe stood on the charred ground, looking at a cloud of smoke in the center, and thinking about a question in his heart, is this devil who drove around in the daytime dead?

The existence of **** lords is not easy to kill, especially on their own territory. If they do not lose the care of Asmodeus, the vitality of **** lords is equal to that of gods.

The biggest difference between a fetish object and a mortal object is that, even if it is beaten to ashes, it will still be automatically resurrected shortly after.

Bai He gently sniffed the smell of the air, and knew that it was a bit difficult to cut grass and roots here. Immediately he began to look for Zareel's soul, such as his head. Years, waiting for the will of **** to forget him is no different from killing him.

Bai He's eyes slowly fell, and he soon found half of Zaryel's head on the ground. The only remaining eye on the head was constantly turning, full of fear.

There was anger and despair in Zaryel's eyes, she struggled to use her hair and muscles at the wound to twist on the charred ground, her movements were full of unwillingness.

Bai He took out a small bottle, put the half of his face in the bottle, and called out, "RUA! Where else do you want to play? His Majesty Tiamat said that you must eat **** to make up for her. Years of anger."

beep beep beep~

Bai He easily killed a **** lord. He was sighing with his current strength. He was about to swell and blow himself up when he heard the coordinates around his waist start to call the police frantically. Bai He took a closer look and saw that after disguising, he could not see clearly at all. Bell of the main body appeared beside him with a collapsed expression of wanting to cry but no tears, and then drove Baihe in pitch black and began to be stunned: "This~"

"Call me Jet Black Wing." Baihe said to Bell, blocking the communication inside and outside the bottle.

"Okay! Your Highness, Darkwing, what are you doing?" Bell pointed at the bottle in Baihe's hand like a madman: "Why did you kill her directly?"

"RUA! Didn't you tell me to do this?" Bai He's eyes widened.

"You should at least discuss it with me." Bell said in a constipated tone: "The great will of the Nine Hells, you act so recklessly?"

Bell felt that he was going crazy, he knew that Frost Wing was very strong, very strong, so strong that Tiamat could not do anything to him; when he first saw Frost Wing, he knew this Dragons are destined to become super monsters of the level of Zasza and Asadron.

In the process of being promoted to the **** purgatory, Bell used some methods that the will of **** did not appreciate, and there were some minor and minor problems in the promotion, resulting in huge problems in his physique and spirit ; without Asmodeus' permission, he cannot go any further on this level.

Therefore, in the ranks of high-level demons, Bell's status is relatively low, and he can stand out and gradually gain the status of management in the first layer of hell. It really depends on his personal ability.

And Bell's most notable ability is his trading skills. Wings of Frost and Cold is a very good communication partner. If he can get enough benefits, it doesn't matter if he is low or small.

It is a stupid thing to be entangled in status or dignity in front of interests, sometimes short-term interests, sometimes long-term interests. This is Bell's success creed. He decided to befriend Wings of Frost and Cold just to be able to get surprises one day.

Looking at Zareel, who was about to die in the bottle, Bell felt that the surprise looked very scary. The growth of Frostwing's power was far beyond his expectations. He mentioned the assassination of Zareel to Baihe, It was a conspiracy he was planning recently; he thought that when Frost Wings joined, the plan would become more secure, but he never expected that Zarel would be killed directly.

This dragon is so terrifying!

He was probably stronger than Tiamat.

What a monster.

Bell looked at the dragon in front of him in horror, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be hugging a thigh that was thicker than he thought.

"RUA! I won't help you with a grumbling expression on your face! After helping you, you still pick and choose. Is there something wrong with your thinking?" Bai He said angrily.

"No, no." With the position in mind, Bell quickly waved his hand, looked at the bottle in Baihe's claw, and began to smile again: "It's just that although the mistress has died unexpectedly, what reason should I use to inherit the position of lord? Woolen cloth?"

"The position of the lord?" Bai He squinted at Bell: "I'm only responsible for shit, how to wipe my **** is your business."

Of course, you're the kind of dragon who goes to other people's houses to pee and ask for paper.

Bell slandered with a black line, but his face was still embarrassed: "To be honest, Your Majesty Frost, Dark Wing, I am very grateful that you defeated her, but it is still very difficult to succeed the commander of hell, first of all The problem is that neither my strength nor the favor of the will of **** is enough to succeed me as the lord of the first floor of hell."

"Then you asked me to kill her?" Bai He looked unhappy.

Who knew you could kill so fast.

The corner of Bell's mouth twitched, and he continued to explain patiently. Bai He gradually realized that it was not easy for Bell to succeed as lord.

It is true that Bell has a high reputation in the first layer of **** and even other layers. This is because he is indeed very capable. He is not only good at diplomacy, but also knows how to lead troops to fight. For hundreds of years, he has been rubbing the reckless Zaryel. The deeds of the **** have greatly improved his popularity as a superb military commander. At least when Zaryel's subordinates were in trouble, the first person many commanders thought of for help was him.

But apart from prestige and record, the others are relatively poor. Needless to say, strength, the mediocre body of the deep **** purgatory can be shaken in front of low-level devils, but in the first floor of hell, the amount of fighting is not only Only lords, high-level devils with titles, and even some evolutionary refining demons of ordinary status do not take him seriously.

Coupled with the lack of recognition of the will of hell, Bell needs some careful operation if he wants to become a lord.

It is not difficult to deal with high-level devils with titles. These guys are old-fashioned and obedient to the lawful dogma. They have no interest in the position of lords. Their only interest is to fight for the Nine Prisons. Tiamat, the change of the lord of the first floor of hell, just need to find a passable reason, it is easy to fool them.

It is more difficult to deal with the lords of the various fortresses~www.wuxiahere.com~ These guys have support for Bell, of course, there are also those who oppose Bell.

But what made Bell even more troublesome was that Zaryel had issued the qualifications of the lord's agent, and the high-level devil named Durella was the biggest obstacle.

One of the reasons why Baihe did not do it at the right time is that Bell has not had time to launch an offensive to get this guy.

"What's so difficult about this?" After Baihe listened to Bell's description, he pulled out Zaryel's head directly from the bottle.

The vial can't completely isolate the source of hell. This moment is enough time for Zaryel to grow a mouth and a complete head again. Although she has no vocal cords, she still expresses his anger through her soul scream:

"Bell! You coward! Betrayer! Hell's trash! Don't think I don't recognize you in disguise! You've colluded with this horrible guy against me! You wait! I'll be reborn sooner or later! I'm reborn! The day you return is when you will be punished! I will eat you alive!"

Bell's lips trembled, and he wiped his sweaty forehead awkwardly.

Bai He grabbed Zarel's head and put it in front of the written parchment: "RUA haha! It's useless to struggle with Zarel. Since he recognized Bell, why don't you take the initiative to write the appointment?"

"Your plans will never succeed, dragons and traitors, **** will eventually bring me back to life!" Zareel glared at Baihe.

'No scoop, no scoop, no scoop! ’

Bai He heard the words and screamed again and again, his eyes flashed, and he punched an old punch. Zaryel's head suddenly swelled dozens of large bags, blood and brain pulp came out from the cracked skull, and rolled his eyes. dying.

"RUA! You're so crazy with only a head left, wouldn't you want to go to heaven if you don't educate it?"

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