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Qin Chu responded modestly: "How could that be? Princess Milo is a princess, I am not worthy of her."

Milo smiled bitterly. It should be that she, a furry princess, is definitely not worthy of Qin Chu, a brave warrior and the Pope of the Holy See.

Of course, Qin Chu's answer is not annoying.

Xiao Saya was a little confused. After all, based on her understanding of Qin Chu, if it wasn't for the woman this guy was targeting, she would never have gone to such trouble.

Compared to Princess Milo, she felt that Selma and Finnie might be more in line with Qin Chu's appetite.

Well, it doesn't matter.

She just came to help: "I need to prepare the potion, you can prepare the raw materials yourself!"

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Demon King's Palace.

The deepest secret room.

A tall figure lay on a stone slab.

The body was entangled with dark chains, and waves of painful wails continued to come from his throat.

There was almost no intact skin on the tall body, and there were cracks everywhere... No, it was more like a wound cut by something sharp, and blood was dripping.

This person is none other than the Great Prince of Monsters, Diabolico!

His eyes were filled with intense fear, his body was constantly trembling, and the chains on his body were rattling.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, Diabolico's pupils shrank violently, his lips trembled constantly, and his fear seemed to have reached an unprecedented limit.

A black shadow appeared beside the stone slab where Diabolico was lying, holding a sharp knife in his hand.

Chapter 5 is here.

Chapter 439 Fortunately, the woman is not here (1)

The Great Prince of Monsters, Diabolico, was really saved by the Demon King Nag through some means.

But for Diabolico, this might not be a good thing. It was a feeling more terrifying than death, a hell that made Diabolico deeply desperate but could never escape.

His body was already in pieces, with almost no intact skin on his body. In some places, one could even see white bones. Sticky and smelly blood kept flowing down Diaberic's body, sticking to the stone slabs below him, emitting waves of foul smell.

The only part of his body that could barely be considered intact was his head, where the flesh and skin were slightly less damaged, but even so, his face was still twisted into a ball due to long-term torture and pain.

He wanted to die, but was not allowed.

The face that was originally quite good-looking had become particularly ugly at this moment.

No matter who it was, even Diaberic's closest confidant, he would probably not recognize that the creature in front of him was actually the great prince he had always been loyal to.

Diaberic was shouting for help.

But because the secret room was sealed, it was impossible for any sound to be transmitted. Only the sharp wailing continued to echo in the empty space.

Seeing that the shadow had already walked in front of him, Diabolic's scream stopped abruptly, his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets, although he stopped screaming, the amplitude and frequency of his body shaking were unprecedentedly accelerated, and his teeth were colliding rapidly. It was obvious that the intense fear had made his will and soul unbearable.

Under the dim light, the shadow suddenly raised his right hand, revealing the sharp knife in his palm.

Diabolic knew that his nightmare was coming again.

His lips moved, and he made a nearly whispered plea: "Father... please... kill me!"

The weak voice was completely different from the previous scream.

He wanted to die.

That's right, the figure holding a sharp knife next to the stone slab where Diabolic was lying was his father, the king of monsters, Nag.

Diabolic had always been afraid of his father before, but only after being rescued by his father did Diabolic deeply understand how terrifying his father was.

He would rather die cleanly in the hands of the hero than endure the pain that will never end after waking up again.

"Ah, my dear son, why do you say such sad words?"

The shadow in front of him made a hollow voice, floating in Diaberic's ears like a ghost.

"I'm not just doing this for myself, but also for all monsters, and even more for you..."

"Don't you realize how powerful you are now?"

"For the future of all our monsters, just bear it for a little bit, it's just a little pain."

Along with the cold voice, the demon king Nag swept his eyes over Diaberic's body, as if looking for a place to cut, but... there were not many places to choose.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the sharp knife suddenly fell, and with a snort, a long piece of meat between the two ribs on Diaberic's chest was cut off by Diaberic.

The severe pain made Diaberic's body twitch into a ball.

The demon king Nag turned a blind eye, took the meat strip and left, and went straight to a strange container. At first glance, it seemed to be a huge glass container, more than five meters high and nearly two meters in diameter.

It was full of dark red liquid, the main ingredient was the blood drawn from the head of the god by the demon king Nag, and a large amount of magic potion was added, which changed the liquid from the original bright red to dark red, which looked even more weird.

And these magic potions were almost all produced according to the research report of the dark witch Saya.

That stupid woman had no idea what she was studying.

Staring at the glass container in front of him, Demon King Nag's hesitation did not last long and he quickly threw the pieces of meat in his hand into the container.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that was so weird that it made one's scalp numb appeared.

The pieces of flesh removed from Diabolik's body were changing rapidly, as if they were breathing, bulging and contracting, like a beating heart.

Immediately afterwards, the piece of meat began to squirm in a very strange way.

Just on the surface of the meat, a large number of fresh granulations are growing and spreading rapidly.

In the glass container, the volume of the meat in the dark red liquid is getting larger and larger. Gradually, the meat is elongated, and even vaguely shows the outline of a human figure.

A new life is being born, but for Diabolik lying on the stone slab behind, the real hell has just arrived.

As if, Diabolik felt that his soul had been torn apart. The pain was a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than the physical pain. It was a feeling that no life could bear.

The shrill wail almost tore Diabolik's throat.

The whole process lasted for a long time, and the outline of the meat in the container became more and more clear, until it finally turned into another monster prince.

It's just that the skin on his body seems to have never finished growing, with large cracks appearing, making it look particularly ugly.

After releasing this new life from the container, a bone needle appeared in Demon King Nag's hand, as well as silk threads that seemed to be made from the sinews of some creature, bit by bit, the new Diabolik's body was chapped. The skin was sewn together, and a black cloak hanging next to him flew into the palm of his hand with a casual move, and was draped on the newborn Diabolik.

After Demon King Nag entered an instruction, the newly born Diabolik quietly left the secret room.

Turning around and looking at his eldest son who was almost motionless in the back, Nag didn't feel much pity or sadness. His eyes even looked a little disappointed.

"This is not the result we want..."

He seemed to be talking to someone.

Soon another voice came from the mouth of Demon King Nag: "Damn it, I didn't expect this to be the case. This is far from the result we expected."

Diabolik gained a magical, regenerative ability.

The pieces of flesh separated from the body will grow back into a new individual after reaching a certain weight.

This individual is almost as powerful as Diabolik himself in his heyday, but his intelligence has not yet been developed. He is like a tamed hunting dog that can only accept simple orders. Frankly speaking, this is a very terrifying ability, but this This ability is not what they want.

What's worse is that Diabolik himself cannot regenerate, and he cannot even use healing magic to treat his wounds. Demon King Nag can only use some special but cruel methods to maintain the life and consciousness of his eldest son.

"How about we use your body for experiments? Your body must be much stronger than your son's."

"Do you want to die?"

"In no mood."

"Then stop talking nonsense..." Nag was arguing with himself. If it weren't for the bloody and terrifying scenes around him, this scene would even look a bit funny.

"Perhaps, only the body of a second-generation hero can meet our requirements. I hope we can gain something this time."

Demon King Nag is discussing a detailed plan with another being in his body. No one cares about the most pitiful, sad and miserable figure behind him.

To them, it was just a test subject.

They would not allow Diabolik to die before his value was fully squeezed out.

It's not me who's hurting, so it doesn't matter.

Gudong!

Outside the Demon King's Palace, Romon, who was holding a wine bottle in his hand and seemed drunk, trembled violently. The indescribable fear made the hair on Romon's body stand up.

The third Diabolik appeared.

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Exeter, the royal city.

Elf King Alfred moved his previously stiff limbs.

There was still some suspicion in his scarlet eyes.

Alfred already understood that the mysterious and powerful girl in front of him was also Qin Chu's enemy. The enemy of his enemy was his friend. The Elf King still understood this truth.

He would not refuse to cooperate with Ailin. After all, Qin Chu was too strong. It was completely impossible to kill Qin Chu in a one-on-one duel with his own level.

However, Alfred still seriously doubted that even if the two of them combined could really kill Qin Chu?

"Huh, you're thinking too much." Eileen clearly knew what Alfred was thinking: "Qin Chu's strength is far stronger than you think. Even if I are included, it will take at least ten Martial God levels or above. Only by its existence can we deal with it.”

Ten?

This number obviously shocked Alfred, and the Elf King was about to give up.

Is that guy Qin Chu really that powerful?

"And that's not counting Sylph and Athena."

Sylph, upon hearing this name, Alfred's heart twitched uncontrollably.

That was his woman, but he could only stay outside the window through the shadow of the curtains, watching the woman he loved serve that man. Is there anything more humiliating and painful than this?

What made the Elf King even more incredible was that Qin Chu had been struggling for two hours... Is this a figure that a human can achieve?

Looking back, I could only hold on for two minutes, and deep down I felt even more unhappy for no reason.

"But, Alfred, you must understand that now is our best chance to kill Qin Chu, because Qin Chu only has Athena and Sylph..."

"Violet, Antia... and Heloise, Ieta, Ekaterina, Norma... Your Majesty the Elf King, you have no idea how many masters Qin Chu has around him."

"Once Qin Chu returns to the imperial city, and there are so many masters stronger than you guarding him, do you think you will have a chance to kill Qin Chu in this life?"

Especially, a mysterious girl with silver hair and red eyes.

That woman's strength frightened Erin.

Having reached a whole new level, he actually had no ability to fight back in front of that woman.

Fortunately that woman is not here now.

"All in all, now is our best and only chance to kill Qin Chu."

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Chapter 440 The Elf King has changed his gender? (2)

Although Ailin said that now was the best opportunity to kill Qin Chu, Alfred was getting more and more agitated.

To kill Qin Chu alone, you would need at least ten masters above the Martial God level, not to mention Athena and Sylph.

"Don't worry, I still have three helpers who will start arriving tonight. The strength of these three people is far more terrifying than you imagine." Eileen said proudly.

As long as she can resurrect Jero and kill Qin Chu, Ai Lin is willing to cooperate with anyone, even monsters.

Eileen didn't know who that person was. At that time, she just escaped from the imperial city urgently. She could not live in the human territory and could only move in the area where humans and demons meet. A mysterious man suddenly appeared in front of her. and made a request for cooperation.

The other party was willing to tell the location of one of Jero's soul fragments, and would even provide him with enough power to kill Qin Chu.

As a price, I only need to provide the opponent with a little blood at a specific time.

Although that man was very strange, his strength was as difficult to detect as the deep sea, and the price paid by both parties in this transaction was not proportional at all.

But at that time, Aileen had no choice at all, not to mention the fragments of Jero's soul, so Aileen agreed without hesitation.

On the day of the appointment, Eileen had two liters of blood drained by the other party, and soon learned from the other party that a soul fragment had fallen to the Kingdom of Exeter. And the other party promised that in the next period of time, people who assisted Ailin in killing Qin Chu would be sent over one after another. These people were very powerful and completely obeyed Ailin's orders. Even if Ailin had to take these people with her. There will never be any hesitation when entering the imperial city.