"Devils have dreams too!"

A demon with dreams is a high-level demon, a pure demon, a demon that has escaped from vulgarity, and a great demon that is beneficial to the development of hell!

Startled by Vanir's sudden outburst, Youyou's [Sword of Light] and Connor's [Heroic Strike] flew out of his hand and hit the big demon straight on the body.

The dagger soaked in holy water pierced into the heart of the great demon. The [Sword of Light] that fell from the sky penetrated the body of the great demon, and electricity sizzled out along the dagger.

Vanir's body was seriously injured, causing him to fall to his knees.

"I didn't expect... to... actually... damn..."

"I was too careless... I didn't expect that in a town like this where so many novices gather, there would be a master like you lurking! Um... Are we... going to perish here?"

After giving this long and standard villain speech, Vanir's body collapsed along with his evening gown and turned into a handful of sand piled on the floor of the cabin, leaving only the mask in place.

The faint flame flickered in the night wind, emitting a little light to illuminate the surroundings. In the darkness, the only sounds could be heard: Hehe's rapid breathing and his rapid heartbeat that was almost sticking to Connor's back.

"No way... did we really get rid of a Duke of Hell? Is this true..."

Youyou had an expression of disbelief on her face, tightly gripping the staff in her hand. The over-concentration in the battle had just subsided a little, allowing her to quickly recover while trembling all over.

Connor hooked his hand around Youyou's waist and carried her on his back like a bag of rice. Without saying a word, he immediately ran towards the mountain road.

Before he had taken two steps, Connor had to stop in front of a dark wall.

It was a huge clay puppet, hiding in the darkness and approaching unnoticed.

The night sky and dark clouds were getting closer, and Connor even had the illusion that he could touch them if he raised his hand.

Every time Connor took a step back, the clay puppet moved closer, and finally forced Connor and Yoyo back to their original position.

"If I say something like 'did you kill him?' now, it's probably true that you didn't. But I was startled when you chopped him just now, so maybe you really did kill him?"

The voice of the great demon came faintly: "It is not polite to run away when you are so looking forward to it."

The source of the sound was the mask that had fallen to the ground. The mask absorbed the sand from below and twisted to regenerate Vanir's body.

Finally, the sand and the mask completed the great demon wearing the same evening dress, which was completely no different from the previous one.

"You didn't really think you had done me any harm, did you? Unfortunately, I wasn't hurt at all, and I didn't have time to escape!"

“Huhahahahahaha! Oh, your negative emotions are just delicious!”

Barnil had already started eating.

After Connor and the other man were forced back, Barnil snapped his fingers, and four high wall puppets that were exactly the same as the clay puppets that had just surrounded Connor gathered together and, in coordination with the dark clouds in the sky, re-formed into the shape of a log cabin.

Snapped!

With the second snap of the fingers, four or five small clay puppets walked in from the "door" and transformed into the shapes of tree stump chairs.

Vanir bowed slightly, signaling the two adventurers to sit down and feel at ease.

Seeing that they couldn't escape anytime soon, Connor and Youyou had no choice but to obey the big devil's arrangements.

"Where did we just talk?"

Vanir asked meaningfully.

"Dreams. Demons also have dreams."

Connor held Youyou's hand, and in the palms of their hands was the [Tears of the Goddess] whose light was covered. With the protection of this item, the two would not be shaken by the big devil.

However, the big devil had no intention of taking away the prop, nor did he restrict Connor and Youyou's actions. He simply treated them as listeners, listeners who could provide delicious food.

"Oh, right, dreams."

Vanir snapped his fingers for the third time, nodded and said:

"We have existed for almost eternity, and have always had a strong desire for destruction - that is, to die gorgeously after consuming the ultimate negative emotions."

"Sure enough, he's still mentally ill..." Youyou complained in a low voice. She said that none of the demons are normal, right?

Vanir smiled. There were many people who didn't understand his dream. Why bother to compete with a delicious little Red Demon girl?

"I have been thinking about this for a long time. I can't remember when I started thinking about this. I have been thinking about how to eat my favorite extreme negative emotions."

There was no mention of the part about "how to die magnificently". By the end of the execution of this big plan, I couldn't even remember what my plan was!

I'm afraid it's a demon, especially since the Duke of Hell doesn't have a very good memory?

Connor and Youyou had only seen Maxwell, the Duke of Hell before, and now they subconsciously compared the two big demons.

I can only say that we are worthy of being colleagues working in the same department.

That being the case...

"Uh, didn't it pass away magnificently? How come everything became food?" Connor asked.

Vanir's eyes rolled around several times under the black and white mask.

Something seems to be wrong...

After careful consideration, Banier felt that if he wanted to realize his dream, he had to break down the big problem into small problems, focus on the key issues and proceed step by step. So he explained seriously:

"But before you die magnificently, you must first experience extreme negative emotions. Otherwise, there is no point in dying magnificently."

Connor shook his head. "If you're going in the wrong direction, no matter how hard you try, it's useless. The harder you try, the further away you'll be from your dream. If a car keeps going south and you keep chasing it north, do you think you can catch up?"

146. May the Father of Insight deceive you

Barnil: “Is this important?”

What's the point of going in the opposite direction? With his strength as a big devil, he can easily break through hell and come back from the other direction. He will catch up sooner or later.

"Very important." Connor said sternly, as if he was really considering Barnil. If Barnil didn't listen, he would suffer a great loss and his life would be meaningless.

“Dreams are expectations and pursuits for the future, which can inspire people to keep moving forward, overcome difficulties and realize their self-worth. Dreams can be concrete or abstract.”

Connor asked, "Think about it, what is your dream?"

Barnil had long stated his "iron rule of not killing". Seeing that Connor, who could provide delicious food, was willing to talk to him, he became interested in chatting. Perhaps this human's brain would be helpful to his subsequent plans.

"Eating extreme negative emotions?" Faced with Connor's question, Banier stated his dream without hesitation.

"Yes, that's wrong."

"wrong?"

Vanir scratched his mask. Where did he come to this conclusion? Where was he wrong? It had been a long time since anyone dared to say so decisively in front of him that he was wrong!

"Eh..." Connor pretended to sigh and shook his head, which made Barnil even more curious. How could he, the Duke of Hell who could see through everything and was known as the "Clairvoyance", be wrong?

"What a pity! Even I feel sorry for you. You are a pure demon, a demon that has transcended vulgarity... eh..."

"Ah?" Youyou looked confused. Wasn't the situation tense just now?

"Aren't you afraid of being bewitched by the big devil..." Youyou said in a very low voice. What if the other party also has an unpredictable curse like Maxwell?

Connor patted Youyou's hand, turned around and said to Vanir, "It's okay. I can see something wrong here. You can't believe her even if she doesn't allow you to say it. You're fine."

"Magic..." Barnil was frowning. Is this human beings going to curse the big devil?

"Oh, what a pity..." Connor glanced at the big devil and sighed again.

"What's wrong with you? Just tell me what you want to say!"

Do you really think that if Vanir doesn't kill people, he can't deal with humans? The big devil from hell has plenty of ways to deal with humans!

“Don’t get excited. I just noticed something wrong.” Connor immediately waved his hand. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

"You, tell me now!"

Barnil took a step forward and grabbed Connor by the collar.

"Since you've asked this sincerely, I have no choice but to tell you. Do you occasionally feel particularly lost, or lose motivation intermittently, and have no interest in doing anything?"

Connor did not give a direct answer, but asked Barnier a few questions.

"No, it's impossible!" Vanir let go of Connor and waved his hand, almost knocking Yoyo down. "My eyes are big enough to see through everything. I can see new things that I haven't seen and old things that I can't see."

“No, no, no, don’t rush to refute.” Connor shook his head. When Vanir came in, he noticed that there was a lot of clay on Vanir’s cuffs and trouser legs, which was inconsistent with his neat clothes.

Combined with the clay puppet he just encountered, Connor made a bold guess.

"Mr. Vanir, is it really fun to keep making these identical clay puppets?"

"Don't be anxious. Think carefully. When you are making a puppet, do you sometimes suddenly feel like doing nothing?"

Vanir really thought about it for a moment and nodded hesitantly. As a Duke of Hell, it was indeed too boring to mold clay puppets himself.

"Have you ever thought about molding a half-molded puppet back into a ball?"

"A little bit..." With his previous experience, Vanir nodded quickly this time. He was very picky about the quality of the clay puppets and had remade them many times.

Kneading those identical things, sometimes hundreds or even thousands of them. Even if he had an infinite lifespan, he would find it difficult to endure such assembly line work.

“When you want to do something, you often get stuck at the first step and then don’t want to do it anymore, right?”

"Have."

Vanir became a little more serious. Wasn't it that his dream of realizing was stuck at the first step, so he hadn't started to implement it yet?

"As you said, when you observe everything, do you often switch perspectives very quickly, rarely staying for less than five seconds?"

"That's right! How did you know that?"

Now Barnil stood up. Could it be that the man in front of him had set up some kind of surveillance magic in hell? Could someone have put their eyes into hell?

It’s just a little bit of deduction and memory… Connor shook his head and said, “May the Father of Insight protect you, then there will be nothing wrong with it. What a pity, eh…”

"Hey, why are you sighing at this time? What's the problem?"

"Tell me now, or I'll throw both of you into hell to keep company with those succubi!"

Vanir was anxious. He was talking about eyes and nose. Was he afraid that he had really been infected by those stupid Dukes of Hell during his long life?

Maxwell had just been resurrected in hell a few days ago, and he kept mumbling something incomprehensible like "water is highly poisonous" all day long. Even he, the commander of the Duke of Hell, refused to meet him.

"Then let me be frank. In the recent period of time, do you feel that you have strayed from your dream? Think about it carefully, really."

Vanir stroked his mask: "I... didn't feel..."

Vanir stopped talking in the middle of his words.

With all those questions just now, Vanir did feel that he had lost motivation occasionally, but had he really strayed from his original dream?

"What is your ultimate dream? Let me ask you again."

Connor added fuel to the fire and continued asking while Barnil was thinking.

"To experience the most extreme negative emotion... and then pass away in style?"

"How about summarizing it and simplifying it? What do you want to do in the end?"

"Finally... finally... a glorious death..." Vanir suddenly realized: "Oh! Right, right, it all comes down to a heroic desire for destruction. I want to die gloriously!"

"Be more essential, more direct! Don't be fooled by those appearances, analyze your heart directly!" Connor questioned the excited big devil.

"Of course... it's passing away!" Vanir looked up at the sky with his arms open, as if he had solved a problem that had troubled him all his life.

Connor: "Correct answer, go ahead."

"it is good!"

A faint light appeared on Vanir's hand, and a deadly beam of light shone towards his heart.

147. We have our own reasons.

"Oh ho ho ho!"

The anchor cable of Connor's three-dimensional mobile device encountered a barrier that could not be penetrated. Before he could use [Disappearance] to block the magical passage of the obstacle or Youyou used magic to blast it open, the sharp laughter of the big devil forced them to stop what they were doing.

Vanir covered his mouth and laughed. Did he really think he was so easy to fool?

Do you understand what immortality means?

You can’t be resurrected just after you die. You mortals cannot kill me!

Still want to run?

Although it is unclear why the opponent's [Disappearance] skill dissipates the magic power in the clay puppet and turns it back into ordinary clay, humans are developing very quickly, so it is not surprising that they can create new magic.

As the Duke of Hell, Vanir only needed to raise his foot to block Connor and Yoyo who were escaping using the 3D Maneuvering Device.