"Huh? Is that short demon also the same kind as you? It looks a little different."

Balliard threw the leader of the Corrupt Wisdom Demon to the ground, and focused his attention on a short demon not far away. This demon was an extraordinary person, and it was already at the ninth level. The Corrupt Intelligent Demon could also

So powerful?

"Ah? The devil from hell is coming! Run!"

The leader of the Rot Wisdom Demon got up from the ground, looked at the direction that Balliard was facing, involuntarily took a step back, and then gave orders to the Rot Wisdom Demons around him who had not yet left.

"Stop! Aren't you the devil from hell? What are you afraid of?"

Balliard once again lifted up the leader of the Rotten Wisdom Demon. Is this kind of IQ thing really a patrol officer of this island? Isn't he entering a "zoo"?

"It's different, it's completely different! If you don't run away, it will be over when he comes! Let me go!"

The leader of the Fu Zhi Demon struggled as hard as he could. He was lifted up by the big hand condensed by the black mist, but he hit the air in front of him desperately. Did he think he could hit the big hand of the black mist behind him?

"Have you forgotten my identity? I am the king of Shadow Island. Here, no matter how powerful the demon is, he must bow to me. Otherwise, he will die."

That short demon had no divinity. Balliard only felt that this wave was stable. The average strength of these rotten demons was almost the third level. Because of their own stupidity and rotten wisdom, their perception of pain may not be strong.

By attacking the enemy without fear of life or death, these rotten demons may be able to defeat fourth-level or even fifth-level mortals.

"Ah? Is that so?"

The evil demon stopped struggling, although he had not yet realized that his struggle was in vain.

"...of course it is."

What's this sense of déjà vu of pretending to be in front of a fool? Baliard didn't realize that these rotten demons were aware of Baliard's display of power.

"Hey! Are you the intruder?"

The short demon stood dozens of meters away from Valliard, shouting at Valliard.

"Intruder? Sorry, I am the owner here."

Valyard frowned, of course not because the short demon had mistaken his identity, but because why was this demon so strange?

Chatting dozens of meters apart, with your height of about one meter, what makes you think you are a giant?

"Owner?"

The short demon tilted his head and found that Valliard did not respond, so he increased the volume again.

"Owner?"

"That's right, I am Balliard, the Lord of Shadow Island, the King of the Dead. You demons from hell, wouldn't you crawl out without even knowing the situation on Shadow Island? Stay here

In my territory, you don’t even know me as the master.”

Balliard wanted to reply "Yes", indicating that he recognized this little devil as his slave. However, when they first met, this devil seemed a bit stupid, so it was better not to mess with him casually.

"I don't know."

The short demon shook his head.

"This is indeed your kind, right? You wouldn't think that just because he's bigger, he's not a Rotten Wisdom Demon, right? Among the demon races, the king's body will be much larger than others of his kind."

The little demon showed his stupidity, and Balliard immediately classified him as a rotten demon.

"No! That guy is definitely not a rotten demon! He will burn us to death!"

The leader of the rotten demon yelled. Why would such a foolish demon persist?

"Burn you to death?"

Balliard took a closer look and found that the short demon was not the red-skinned Rotchi Demon. This short demon was burning with flames all over his body. Was he a flame demon?

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I, I, I didn't mean it!"

The short demon bent down and bowed to the leader of the rotten demon to apologize.

"Don't think this will make us forgive you!"

The leader of the Fu Zhi Demon looked like he was used to this scene.

"...Who then, come here."

Not forgiving others? Balliard is very curious about how these third-level rotten demons with average strength can "not forgive" a ninth-level extraordinary demon. Ninth-level extraordinary beings, among the ranks of extraordinary beings, are all

He is a top person.

"Me? No! Absolutely not! You will be burned to death! I, I don't want this!"

The little devil cried as he spoke, leaving Valliard stunned for a while.

So, the current Shadow Island is not essentially an outpost for Hell to conquer Runeterra, but a place of exile for some demons who will be killed by Hell Wind Criticism?

"If I ask you to come over, just come over. Your little flame can't hurt me."

Balliard looked at this demon who looked like a spark held up by a torch in the shape of a clothing suit. With its tendency to cry at every turn, could it be that he was a child during his lifetime? But can the soul of a child shape such a powerful demon?

"Really? Are you telling the truth? Can I really come over?"

The short demon was quite excited. He slowly took a step forward, then quickly retracted, waiting for Balliard's reply.

"No! Don't come over!"

The leader of the rotten demons and other rotten demons shouted in unison.

"If you're scared, get away, you incompetent waste."

Balliard threw the leader of the Rotten Wisdom Demon out again. He was completely confused about his own situation. His life was already in the hands of others. How dare he still give orders on behalf of others?

"Come here."

"Then...I'm here...if you feel something is wrong, you must

You have to run!"

The short demon reminded Valliard carefully, and then moved forward step by step.

"Is it ready here?"

"What do you think?"

The little devil took a few more steps and looked at Valliad timidly.

"how is it now?"

The two actions moved at most five meters. Balliard couldn't figure out what this demon was afraid of. Could it be that he was already on the ninth level and he still didn't understand the meaning of the Lord of the Shadow Island and the King of the Dead?

"so troublesome."

Balliard jumped and landed in front of the short demon.

"You came here just like that! You can't come here! Run!"

The little devil tried to push Valliard away, but paused before approaching Valliard, and then threw himself behind.

"Spark, that is, the head is its main body. Is the suit of clothes underneath it some kind of equipment? What's the grade?"

Baliard looked at this demon and thought of Veigar inexplicably. Although Veigar was a Yodle, Veigar's body was really just that black ball of runic energy. The clothes only made him look like a

Just a human form.

This demon seems to be in the same state.

"Hey...are you okay?"

After his clothes flew over to catch up with him, the little devil ran some distance away, covered his eyes and turned his head, only to hear Balliard commenting on him.

"As I said, your kind of flame is of no use to me."

Although Balliard did feel some warmth, compared to Brand's flames and the fireballs thrown by Anne when she was angry, this kind of unconscious heat was not threatening.

"Really! Why weren't you set on fire?"

Realizing that his flames would not affect Baliard, the short demon jumped onto Baliard's body and hugged Baliard's thigh, unable to shake him off.

"I said……"

Valliard resisted the urge to crush the demon and grabbed his head, as if he had created a fireball in his hand.

"what your name?"

"Ah, my name is Amumu."

Amumu didn't have the slightest bit of defense against Baliard, and was basically glued to Baliard at this moment.

"Amumu..."

Sure enough, he was a child in life, the young king of Shurima. He came to the throne at a young age and died at a young age. However, shouldn't Amumu be mummified? Could it be that he died too?

"When did you appear in Runeterra?"

"It was a long, long time ago. To be specific... it was a long time ago anyway."

Amumu said that he had no sense of time.

"What's going on with the chains on your clothes?"

Balliard stretched out his hand and took the chain in his hand. At that moment, he had an illusion that his hand was "boiling".
To be continued...