Norman took the invitation and brought the knights to the Demon Realm.

The air in Demon Domain was as bad as ever, and it was like hell for Norman, who had serious cleanliness.

If it wasn't for the teacher, he would never have come to Demon Realm in his life.

While he surrounded a layer of barrier around him, blocking the erosion of the magic power from the demon world, he nodded to the demon nobles who came to greet him, arrogantly got into the carriage, and was taken to the palace by these nobles.

"Master Amos has left." Hearing Norman's question, the demon noble said Amos' whereabouts without hesitation, "He didn't tell us where he went before leaving, but wait until tomorrow. Probably will be back."

The ten thousand-year-old mansion of Amos came out of the Abyss Palace?

Norman raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Amos is powerful, but his house is as famous as his power. He can't wait to stay in the abyss palace with his lover all the time. Unless necessary, he will never come out. Now he actually Came out of the Abyss Palace!

After came out, didn't deal with the affairs of the Demon Domain, but didn't know where to go to the Demon Domain...

This is intriguing.

Norman looked inscrutable, and then followed the nobleman to the palace.

The territory of the Demon Domain is vast, and the main city of Lucifer City covers an area as large as the three main cities in the Central Continent. Several palaces are also built to entertain guests. Guests at the level of Man are usually received directly into the palace, and are entertained by people at the level of the city lord.

Amos has a great reputation in the human race, and Norman has a good reputation in the Demon Realm. Both of them are strong, and regardless of racial prejudice, the other is a strong man worthy of respect.

The palace was still lively at night, and Norman declined the intention of the other party to hold a welcome banquet for him, but went directly to the bedroom to rest.

Before the waiter left, he asked where the other guests were staying.

The dragon king Cyril and the prince of the orc race have already arrived, but they don't know if they have a rest.

He didn't delay much, but sent a message to Cyril, and after a few minutes, the letter was replied there.

【Come and talk. 】

Norman raised his mouth and opened a short-distance portal to the door of the Dragon King Cyril's room.

"It's me, Norman." He pushed open the open door and entered the room from outside the door. Even though he had prepared in advance, Norman was still caught by the golden light in the room.

"You picked a good time." A giant black dragon nestled on the mountain of gold coins and gems, slapping the golden mountain with its thick tail.

This room was specially prepared for the dragon clan. The demon clan knew that the dragon clan liked a spacious place and deliberately hoarded things, so the rooms for them were extra spacious, almost like a cave-like residence.

The dragons were very satisfied, and immediately filled the whole room with their big treasures, lying lazily on it.

"After all, time waits for no one."

"Are you waiting for no one to disturb others' sleep in the middle of the night?" The golden dragon spit out a scorching dragon breath, and Norman's figure was reflected in the golden vertical pupils.

Compared to a giant dragon like a hill, Norman's figure is really nothing, the white gold robe on his body is spotless, he did not step on the gold coins, but stood in the air in front of the Dragon King Cyril.

"Before the official meeting, I need to confirm your attitude." Norman smiled and said, "Are you ready to kill God?"

Dragon King Cyril's lazy eyes became sharp, he stared at Norman, and then hummed: "Ah, of course, of course I'm not joking, but you must have no good intentions, just say it directly. , my head hurts as I go round and round."

"The ritual of resurrecting your beloved son—"

"Your hand is too long." Dragon King Cyril spread his wings and flew down from the golden mountain. He landed in front of Norman, from a giant hill-like prototype to a human shape.

The tall, majestic young man folded his wings, and Norman's hair was blown by the wind as they flapped.

This man was taller than Norman, and had a much stronger stature. He was also wearing strong suits that were more convenient for fighting.

The distance between the two was less than an arm, and the other party was not angry and arrogant, and the pressure was like a mountain and sea, but the smile on Norman's face remained unchanged, as if the pressure did not exist.

Dragon King Cyril's weakness...is his son.

Also a poor fellow who was killed by the God of Light, and the Dragon King Cyril chose to cooperate with himself purely because they had the same purpose.

Resurrect them...and, avenge them.

Cyril has lived for thousands of years, and he could have been promoted long ago, but he has been holding back his patience, just to wait for this opportunity.

Of course, cooperation does not mean being candid.

Norman believes that whether it is himself or the other party, if the actions of the other party will block his plan, then they will never show mercy.

If the Dragon King hinders him for his son, then he doesn't mind completely solving this trouble for the God of Light.

for example

Let the other party completely disappear from this world.

After thousands of years, his name will be forgotten.

This is more terrible than death.

Norman laughed: "Don't worry, Your Majesty the Dragon King, I will be your best partner."

Cyril only thought that the other party was farting: "What's the use of saying it nicely now, take out the thing you said before and let me see, can it really kill the God of Light?"

"You do not trust me."

"This is the trust that partners should pay."

"At least, wait for Amos and Li Bai from the orcs to come."

"coward."

Norman smiled and said nothing.

Outside the door, Amos, who did not know how much he had heard, walked away quietly with the food box in his hand.