"Of course."
Diablo smiled proudly.
He raised a hand and extended it in front of the white yaksha. There was a black crystal in his hand.
The white yaksha could easily feel the power of hatred that was constantly eroding its soul.
"Are you using this thing to pollute them?”
White Yaksha shouted at Diablo.
Diablo didn't think much of it. Instead, he spread his hands at White Yaksha innocently.
"How can this be pollution? I only ordered Yizu 'er to place this in their base. Other than that, I didn't do anything else ~"
Diablo looked at the white yaksha exaggeratedly, and his eyes were gradually covered by black.""If they can overcome it, hatred will become their strength, helping the holder soar to the sky, from an ordinary person to a five-digit strength in an instant. If they can't restrain it, tsk tsk, it seems that they can't withstand it now."
"Is it that enjoyable to play with people's hearts?”
"I'm not playing with them, I'm not playing with them ~ I'm just taking the darkest part of their hearts, the ugly side that they deliberately hide. I will use my method to make them naked in this world! That's all." Malice that was almost tangible flowed out of Diablo's eyes.
"Bad taste!"
White Yaksha looked at Diablo with disgust, who kept talking about his bad interests.
If they continued to talk, the wine would become unsightly. It was time to end the topic.
"It's a pity that it's also (what a pity). I'd rather you call this the aesthetics of the devil, White Night!”
Diablo waved his finger and wisely ended the conversation.
If the discussion continued, the possibility of the two of them fighting would be higher.
Besides, the white yaksha had just chosen to become the class dominator not long ago, so it was better not to argue with her.
Diablo stood up and patted the non-existent dust off his clothes.
It was time to leave. He had come here to see if he could get White Yaksha to help him, but now, White Yaksha, who only had the divine persona of Yaksha, was no longer the famous White Night King.
Even though his strength was still not weak, he was at most equivalent to the top of the four-digit Demon Kings. It would not be of much use in the battle against Jesus.
Therefore, there was no point in staying here any longer.
"Wait!"
Just as Diablo was about to step out of the room, White Yaksha suddenly called out to him.
Diablo threw a letter at him.
"This is…"
Diablo opened it and found that it was the coordinates of a world.
Why did the white yaksha give him this thing? What was the point of doing this?
Diablo didn't know, so he could only speculate in his heart.
However, his doubts were soon answered.
"I can guess why you came here, but I really can't help you. I can only give you this. This world is very compatible with you. You will definitely like it very much. Regardless of whether you win or lose in your battle with God, there will be no place for you in Sandbox Court for a while, so this is a way out for you.”
White Yaksha filled his own glass with wine and saluted Diablo."" May we never meet again in Jianghu. It's useless to say goodbye. May you fall endlessly under the rustling trees, leave the Yang Pass in the west without an old friend, rain on white bones and blood on grass, cold moon and yellow sand, ghosts guarding corpses."
"Ha, thank you. In return, I'll give you something. I hope you like this pipe made with devil craftsmanship.”
Diablo laughed and threw a pipe to White Yaksha before leaving.
"Seriously, so many old friends are gone. Don't die too, Polio!"
White Yaksha put away his pipe and looked at Diablo's back.
"Don't worry, the power of the Demon God of Hell will never be eliminated, unless the number is 1 or evil.”
Diablo waved his hand without looking back.
.......
After leaving White Yaksha's residence, Diablo did not return to the headquarters of Burning Hell. Instead, he chose to stroll around the town.
Diablo didn't take any particular route. He was just walking around.
When he walked to a relatively remote building complex, he suddenly discovered something. He licked his lips and smiled as he pushed open the broken wooden door of a house.
There was a thick layer of dust in the room. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.
When Diablo pushed open the door, the fresh air sent dust flying into the room, choking everyone.
However, Diablo didn't care about the dust. After all, the air in Burning Hell was the freshest, with a strong smell of sulfur. He didn't care about the dust.
Diablo squatted down and moved a tile.
He looked at the deep stairs in front of him and walked down thoughtfully.
"Da, da, da"
Footsteps echoed on the dim stairs.
Diablo's nose was irritated by the moldy smell of the wet sh * t mixed with the stench of something rotten, making him frown unhappily.
However, they were already very close to their goal.
“#￥……#￥%……”
A woman was whipping a young figure who was chained up with iron chains while cursing. However, the expression on her face was strangely happy.
After all, abuse was to find happiness from the abused. It was a touching thing.
Diablo didn't pay attention to what he said. What really caught his attention was the victim.
He was attracted by the smell that the little thing emitted.
The feeling of losing everything and falling into darkness after a complete collapse of one's personality.
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