Maggie Ken, whose hands were nailed to the throne, naturally was no match for Diana. When the opponent raised the Divine Artifact to slash at her, all she could do was lift her leg and fight back with her high heels.
But Diana had already learned some tricks from Su Ming. Her Fire God Sword was just a feint, the key was the Lasso of Truth.
The Female Hero directly grabbed Maggie Mackenzie's ankle with one hand, using the lasso to swiftly bind her two white legs, then the lasso continued to wind upward, tying her up like a caterpillar.
With a strong pull, the rope made Maggie's curves more apparent, adding a touch of feminine fragility.
With her hands nailed and unable to use Angel Power, Mackenzie couldn't escape the grip of the Lasso of Truth.
"Tell me! Where is the exit?!"
The Lasso of Truth was in her hand, and with her question, the rope emitted a burst of intense golden light.
"Ah... ah... over there, down that corridor forward, it's the opposite direction from where you came!"
Maggie's face showed an indescribable complex expression, like being immersed in infinite bliss, her face flushed and she let out alluring gasps.
But her mouth simultaneously involuntarily provided the information Diana wanted.
Diana also felt a bit awkward, a woman showing this pinnacle-like expression before her made her feel weird...
And originally, when she left the bedroom, she should have walked to the left? Then the previous battle seemed meaningless?
But knowing this was enough, she was still eager to settle scores with Deathstroke.
She retrieved the lasso and stepped back a few paces. She had already won, and the Queen of Hell was too strange; she didn't want to linger here for a second longer.
"Amazonians are not slaves."
With this parting remark, Diana disappeared down the hallway.
Mackenzie leaned back against the throne, letting out muffled breaths.
The previous struggle caused her hands to bleed more, and coupled with the binding and interrogation, she felt an unparalleled pleasure, overwhelmed with joy.
Indeed, she was a masochist, Lucifer often subjected her to cold violence, like ignoring her and verbal humiliation, yet she loved him obsessively.
She also abused herself, nailing herself to the throne, which kept her constantly thrilled, a self-enclosed solitude.
Earlier, she had hoped the Amazonians would beat her, make her suffer, to feel even greater pleasure...
Unfortunately, Diana wasn't crazy; Amazonians don't beat those without the ability to resist.
Mackenzie calmed down for a while, flicking her long black hair to restore her queenly demeanor.
Then, she turned her icy gaze towards the corner where the Little Demons were.
"Come!"
She shouted, and from the secret doors behind the Throne Room, another more elite personal guard immediately emerged, they were indeed her true confidants.
The towering demon in the lead knelt on one knee before the throne, lowering its head full of spikes: "My Queen."
"Kill them."
She gestured for the personal guard to deal with those Little Demons, they saw things they shouldn't have, like how the Queen of Hell looked rather pleased when tied up...
"As you command."
The towering demon immediately stood up, drew a weapon burning with Hellfire, and walked menacingly toward the Little Demons.
Those Little Demons were just palace servants, completely lacking combat power, even under the Great Demon's oppressive presence, they couldn't scream.
"Kill slowly, I want to hear their painful wails, and some hissing sounds from leaking air pipes, I really like that sound."
Mackenzie added, closing her eyes as if expecting something.
The towering demon suppressed its smile, showing a serious expression on its lava-cracked, wrinkled, big face.
"Your will, my Queen."
The flames receded from its weapon, revealing the black sawtooth-like blade beneath.
The Queen wanted to hear the screams of the dying, she would undoubtedly get her wish.
Soon, continuous screams echoed in the Throne Room, occasionally accompanied by Mackenzie's joyful laughter, whether inflicting or experiencing pain made her happy.
She was the Hell Demon King, born for this.
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Diana had returned to Hell Main Street; fortunately, since it was called a street and not a market, it indicated there was only one road.
Walking along the main road, she soon saw the two large gates standing in the field.
Ivory Gate and Spine Gate.
So the question arose, which one to take?
Deathstroke had mentioned that if one believed the dream was false, they should go through the Spine Gate; if they believed the gate was real, they should go through the Ivory Gate.
Although Dreamland was singular, the content behind the gates was completely different.
Dreams originate from the heart, different hearts have different dreams.
Recalling her previous dreams and childhood nightmares about Hecate being brought back, Diana refused to believe that was real; she preferred to believe the dream was the opposite.
She entered the Spine Gate.
It required tremendous force to push open these giant door panels, but Diana had plenty of strength, she only needed to open a small gap to pass through.
Unlike the fierce appearance of the Spine Gate, the scenery inside was exceedingly beautiful, with green trees and red flowers everywhere appearing serene and peaceful.
Here, her feeling to thrash Deathstroke had faded, she just wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.
But her sense of duty quickly reminded her, she stopped noticing the cute animals by the roadside and the smiling sun in the sky, and flew quickly toward the Sleep Demon's castle.
Deathstroke had mentioned that the Sleep Demon was missing, but inside the castle were Abel and Cain, the brothers always playing out murder plots, they would help her reach the real world.
As soon as Cain conjured a Great Axe out of thin air, he chopped his brother Abel into pieces from behind, and the dismembered Abel told Diana how to leave Dream Country.
Through the Sleep Demon's painting in the castle, she could travel to the place depicted.
Diana thanked the brothers, who would eternally repeat this murder story; this was the dream of the world.
She turned to look at the sky where the massive, black and white mixed fissure grew, increasingly sensing the approach of Destruction.
Walking in the Sleep Demon's castle, strange statues kept talking to her, but her focus was entirely on recognizing those paintings.
She saw a familiar place, an oil painting of Aiyu Island, with waves and reefs on it, looking as though they were real.
That's right, Circe, directly asking her could provide a more comprehensive understanding of what happened after she was knocked out.
Diana made up her mind and plunged into the painting.
She returned to Aiyu Island, where Circe was currently fiddling with some Magic Props in the cave. She hadn't left here to seek refuge as she previously claimed.
From the moment Diana stepped on the island, Circe felt it. She gently put down the amulet in her hand, sat on the sofa, waiting for Diana.
She recalled the bald-headed man and the Mad Laugh lunatic, the current situation wasn't far off from what they had said!
Such terrifying scheming.
But thinking about the possible benefits she could gain, she felt she had never anticipated Diana's arrival so much.