Chapter 911: meet Her Majesty the Queen
A crown, two pairs of transparent wings, huge compound eyes, a symbol of a double snake wrapped around a serrated sword.
Any demon, or even any creature in hell, or even anyone who has studied **** and demons a little, understands what this means.
The great demon Beelzebub has a series of titles such as "King of Ghosts", "Commander of Hell", "Seven Demon Lords", "Head of Demon Gods", and one of the candidates for the throne of "Hell's Strongest". The highest-ranking ruler—He even rules more subordinates than Lucifer, who is commonly known as the "Demon Lord". It was only in the battle of heaven and **** that he sat in the center of the army of **** and Lucifer presided over the front-line battles that made Lucifer more famous than him.
Norman Speak was completely frightened. He lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. He thought about defending himself, but he swallowed the words.
Commander-in-Chief Beelzebub has never been a merciful person - the word "generous and merciful" has never been found in the devil's dictionary. For them, this feeling is not a virtue, but a weakness.
As the sinner who offended the great commander-in-chief, the only thing he can do is to honestly wait for the punishment - even if it will be a cruel death.
But Alice didn't kill him.
Not to mention that she just borrowed a doll to come here, even if she came in person, it would not be so easy to kill Norman Speak. Even if Norman Speak was lying on the ground now waiting to be beaten, she would not dare to act rashly.
After all...she's not the "Ghost King Beelzebub" in hell, she's not that strong!
But Alice rolled her eyes, and she had a bad idea.
"Head up," she said in a cold, casual tone.
Norman Speak looked up tremblingly.
In the next instant, the eyes of both sides met.
Speak's expression suddenly became terrified, but he didn't dare to move. It wasn't until a few seconds later, accompanied by Alice's sneer, that he screamed and fell to the sky.
He rolled over and over on the ground, screaming as he rolled, as if he had been beaten down by a group of two-meter-five burly orcs—perhaps with a mace Auxiliary tools such as mace, and targeted special attacks on certain human organs that need harmony - all in all, it belongs to the kind of hospital that will definitely be identified as disabled or even severely disabled if sent to the hospital on earth degree of tragic.
As a devil with three-quarters of the demon blood, Speke has excellent self-recovery ability, and it is not easy to leave him severely disabled. If he can travel to Earth, even if he loses the power of magic, he can rely on his excellent resilience to become an excellent endurance athlete, such as running a marathon or something.
But now, he feels that his body has completely lost its strength, and even the resilience and magic that he is proud of have almost completely dissipated - no, these are not important, the most important thing is that it is engraved in the deepest part of his soul The brand that symbolizes his identity as a devil and controls the mixed blood in his body, so that the unidentified quarter will not be affected by the other three quarters, so that the power that makes his body completely collapse seems to be all to dissipate.
"No! No! Lucifer! No!"
Speke screamed, rolling and struggling on the ground, his hands and feet twitching involuntarily. Spit and blood flowed out of his eyes, nostrils and mouth, but he didn't have the strength to wipe it.
Alice erased the imprint from the superior demon in his soul.
It wasn't difficult for her. Norman Speak's superior demon strength is not weak, but it is still far from the level of the seventy-two demon kings. With her rank, if she wants to erase the opponent's brand, as long as Speak does not resist, she is completely Not a problem.
After all... When he was sent to the world back then, Norman Speak didn't actually step into the legend, and he was even far from this level. After he came into contact with the magic system of the world, he became a great magician through his own study and research, and finally stepped into the legendary level.
With his current strength, he may even have surpassed his superiors. If he can go back to hell, maybe there will be a counterattack.
Of course, none of this is possible.
Now Norman Speke's soul is no longer marked by the higher demons. Without this, as a half-blood demon, he will face the greatest danger - blood purification.
The demon bloodline is very powerful, and it is difficult to coexist with ordinary bloodlines - at least the bloodlines other than the quarter of Speke's own demons are not qualified for this. According to the general situation, when a demon becomes an adult, the strong bloodline of the demon in his body will automatically reject the inferior bloodline.
This situation is not necessarily a bad thing, on the contrary, it may allow Norman Speak to evolve into a pure blood demon. However, it's a possibility... Anyway, it's always possible, and mixed-blood demons are not a rare resource. Thousands and eight hundred die, and one or two pure-blood demons can be exchanged for this business.
But for Speke himself, this business is obviously not going to work! He is not the "European Emperor" that travelers often talk about, how could he have such good luck!
In fact, he has clearly felt that his bloodline is collapsing, and if there is no accident, he will soon die because of this, turning into a pool of sulfur-flavored pus and blood.
"Ah! Ah! Lucifer!"
He screamed and rolled over and over.
Alice looked at him coldly and said nothing.
A few more seconds passed, and although Speke was still heartbroken, he didn't even have the strength to roll.
At this moment, a sudden light flashed in his heart, and he vaguely guessed something.
Although he himself thinks this conjecture is absurd, but... death is imminent, even if it is a straw!
So he changed his habitual statement.
"Ah! Ah! Beelzebub!" He groaned weakly with the only strength left.
Alice finally smiled.
"Although the response is a bit slow, it's not hopeless." She walked in front of Speke, squatted down, and pointed her right hand between the eyebrows.
With the rustling sound of insects biting, Norman Speke's eyebrows appeared the symbol of double snakes twisting serrated swords.
This means that he was branded with the "King of Ghosts" Beelzebub and became a servant of Beelzebub - or, in other words, Alice.
After doing all this, Alice stood up again, her eyes turning cold.
Feeling that his body had regained some strength, Spike struggled to climb up in front of her with the joy of escaping death and great confusion, and wanted to kiss her toes, but she was kicked out by her.
"If you want to be loyal to me, first prove that you have this qualification!" she said without emotion.
After a while, when the traversers rushed into the research institute, they saw Alice who was sitting on her own chair reading a book, and Alice who was kneeling beside her, smiling flatteringly, and carefully fanning her. Norman Speak.