However, as a typical Night City, there is no obvious difference between day and night here.

Because no matter whether it is local residents or foreign visitors, it only takes a short time for them to be deeply attracted by the colorful lights that are almost light pollution, 3D projections, deafening music, and various special service places that are only open at night, which will eventually disrupt their original biological clocks.

Especially sleeping, a very important way of rest in the eyes of mortals, is almost non-existent in the huge cyberpunk city.

People use drugs, bio-modification technology, electronic brains, or upload their consciousness to a virtual world on the Internet to escape this waste of time.

Only spellcasters will calm down and rest for eight hours when they need to restore their spell power. Priests will pray to the gods they serve at specific times to obtain divine spells.

Yes, you read that right.

Due to the widespread application of extremely advanced genetic technology, neural technology, artificial prostheses and visceral technology, people here no longer regard sleep as a necessity in daily life, but instead regard it as a burden that reduces the quality of life.

As for the potential damage that not sleeping could cause to your body and even your brain…

Sorry, no one cares anymore.

After all, in this world of magic and divine arts, it only takes a few gold coins and a few minutes or even seconds to completely repair it.

Can't afford the high price of magic? No problem! There are relatively cheap industrial assembly line products available.

Anyway, body parts and other things can be replaced when they are broken, even the brain, which is the carrier of consciousness, is no exception.

As long as you use a small portion of the saved sleep time to work and earn money, it will be more than enough to pay for replacing body parts and reconstructive surgery.

So on the streets of the huge cyberpunk city, the most common things are various body modifications and prosthetics.

Among them are ordinary people who have to install it for functional needs of life, as well as mercenaries, adventurers, and guild members who install combat modules simply to increase their strength and combat effectiveness.

Some extremely crazy ones even regard the body as a symbol of fragility, and mechanize and electronicize all parts and even the brain, achieving a certain degree of ascension.

But these people had no idea that the reason they were able to complete the full transformation at such a cheap price was actually because their souls had been sent to the torture chamber and squeezed into energy during the operation.

Their so-called "ascension" is actually similar to the Necrons in the Warhammer universe. It is just a virtual personality formed by copied memories. Its essence is not as good as the construct golem.

At least a real elemental creature's soul will be stuffed into the construct.

In addition, the souls from different planes, time and space, and universes gathered here will inevitably bring their culture, habits, food, cooking methods and customs, which will then collide and merge with the local indigenous people - the Baatezu devil, and finally form many very abstract social environments and unspoken rules.

Even adjacent communities feel like they are straddling two completely different worlds.

Compared to the huge cyberpunk city, even the largest immigrant country on earth looks so united.

At least the residents living on the latter's land are all human, and there is no reproductive isolation.

However, the former has more than a million species of intelligent creatures based on gene-based racial divisions, and many of them are mortal enemies of each other.

For any ruler, this can definitely be regarded as sitting on a huge powder keg. Once the contradiction is ignited, it will inevitably lead to severe turmoil, disaster, and even war and massacre.

But the incredible thing is that the huge cyberpunk city has never experienced any form of riot since its establishment.

On the contrary, the open and covert struggles between the gangs, mercenaries, adventurers, politicians, big companies and big conglomerates in the underground world have never stopped.

On several occasions, with the tacit approval of the City Hall and the Lord's Mansion, underground wars involving more than 100,000 people broke out, resolving the irreconcilable conflicts between the two sides in the simplest, most direct and most brutal way.

Therefore, in many cases, the succubus queen Mecanthus, who manages on behalf of Zuo Si, does not need to specifically harvest souls.

The daily population "loss" of this huge city alone is enough to keep the entire level running.

This is why only souls who have reached the ninth level will not feel nervous or anxious, and it is rare to hear of anyone being captured and thrown into a torture chamber to squeeze out their energy.

Because in their eyes, all those guys who evaporated or disappeared are within a relatively "reasonable" range.

It's like when an ordinary person sees a guy who spends his days eating, drinking, gambling, and having sex, has no proper job, and has borrowed a large sum of money that he can't pay back, and suddenly disappears one day, normally they won't feel strange, and won't have any emotional fluctuations.

Because such a terrible lifestyle is enough to make everyone who knows him understand that there will definitely be no good ending for him.

It would be reasonable even if a body was found thrown into a stinking ditch one day.

Because of psychological expectations, people tend to treat things that originally seemed very scary with a normal attitude, and then gradually adapt to such a social environment.

This is also the reason why crime and murder rates remain high in many countries and regions, but local residents can still live calmly.

Zuo Si made use of this common mass psychology and established a mechanism called "entrapment" to screen out those souls that were evil enough.

As for those who are not depraved and evil enough, they can continue to enjoy life until their desires are magnified and they can no longer withstand the temptation and begin to try things called "taboos".

At this moment, Hawkeye Clint Barton was standing on the balcony on the top floor of a hotel building, looking down at the spectacular night view in the distance. He raised his head and took a sip from the bottle, then complained in a tired voice, "Damn it! If I continue to stay in this place for another year or two, I don't know if I can leave alive."

"Relax, you've been too nervous lately."

Black Widow was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the mobile terminal in her hand, conducting a comprehensive assessment and scoring of the people she had recently interviewed, and then deciding which ones can be hired and which ones cannot.

As the persons in charge of the "special talents" introduction program, they are the only two people in the Avengers who were ordered to stay permanently.

"Relax? Are you kidding? There are so many temptations, traps, and dangers here that it's hard to count them. You'll fall into them if you're not careful.

Just this afternoon during the interview, three guys tried to psychologically suggest, charm, and mind control me.

On top of that, there were about twenty women trying to take off their clothes in the room and over thirty men suggesting they could satisfy some of my special needs, and I was going fucking crazy.

Especially last time I accidentally drank a glass of spiked wine in a bar, and ended up being like a bull in heat and almost being drained alive by a group of succubi."

Hawkeye was obviously under too much mental pressure, and he began to collapse emotionally when he mentioned his recent experiences.

Because he was mentally unable to adapt to suddenly falling from a top agent and superhero to the bottom of the food chain.

Many spellcasters and creatures with innate spell-like abilities can manipulate it at will if they so choose.

In contrast, the Black Widow, who had long ago thrown dignity out of her mind and relied on her body and beauty to carry out assassinations and steal intelligence, was obviously much better. She asked nonchalantly, "So what? Don't forget, we are in a safe zone now, and no one dares to do anything too extreme.

Otherwise, law enforcement agencies will issue a wanted reward for them.

As for those temptations and traps, as long as you keep a calm mind and treat them as a spice of life, it can be a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.

At least in terms of endurance and the extreme sensory stimulation brought by magic, some races do have more advantages, don't they?"

"Are you also..."

Hawkeye seemed to realize something. He turned around suddenly and stared at Natasha, who was lying on the sofa in black translucent pajamas revealing a good figure. His face was full of shock and disbelief.

Black Widow smiled and held up the thousands of contact numbers on her mobile terminal, and responded meaningfully, "That's right. Although I just wanted to get more useful information from them at the beginning, over time I found that this is indeed a good way to pass the time. And I can also collect intelligence by the way, so why not?"

"Oh my God! You are a lunatic!"

Hawkeye finally understood why his partner always disappeared for a few hours for no apparent reason, and looked very tired and listless when he came back.

But after waking up, she feels exceptionally radiant, and exudes a strong hormonal scent from head to toe.

It turned out that he was out looking for someone to fool around with.

Maybe there will be not just one at a time, but two or even more.

"There's no need to make a fuss.

You should be well aware that these are all tacitly approved and even encouraged by the People's Federation.

By collecting more information, we can fully understand this city and know what kind of place Battor is.

Most importantly, we need to establish an intelligence channel to be informed in a timely manner of major events that are happening or about to happen.

Otherwise, we will never be able to truly squeeze into this system and become a significant player.”

As she spoke, Black Widow picked up the medicine on the table and put it into her mouth, exclaiming softly, "This is incredible!"

“I suggest you eat less.

Hawkeye glanced at the small gray pills on the table, his eyes revealing strong vigilance and disgust.

Because no matter how good the publicity and advertising are, he still feels that long-term drug use is definitely not a good thing.

The Black Widow gave her old partner a coquetish look and said teasingly with a smile, "Come on, old antique.

SHIELD's experts have conducted inspections and tests, and there is indeed no problem with this drug.

Even many high-ranking officials in the federal government are now taking it to relieve the tremendous pressure from work and social opinion.

You have to learn to trust science.

Compared to this kind of trivial matter, I am more concerned about the rumors that suddenly spread in the past two days."

"Oh? What's that sound?"

Hawkeye quickly changed his previous decadence, and the expression on his face became serious.

Natasha smoothed her half-dried hair, sat up straight and answered solemnly: "I have an informant who suddenly sent me a message a few hours ago.

He said that he heard a rumor that Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, and Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Plane and Prince of Demons, had a fierce quarrel due to unknown reasons.

At present, the huge army of the ninth level has begun to assemble, and lords from several levels have also responded. If things go wrong, it may trigger a civil war that will shake the entire Baator Hell.

If we don't want to get involved, it's best to leave for a while and come back when the situation calms down."

"What? War!

Wasn't it said before that Lord Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Plane, was the most loyal and closest ally of Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell?

How did they suddenly have a conflict? What did the Human Union say? Did they ask Mr. Soth about the specific situation? "

Hawkeye's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

He simply couldn't imagine what serious consequences would occur if the Earth was accidentally involved.

“Do you think the Earth and Human Alliance are qualified to participate?

Stop it! With our level of technology and magic, and our insignificant size, what can we do even if we know the truth? Do you think Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, will take us seriously? Anyway, I have already submitted the report, and the attitude of the Human Union is to pretend that nothing happened for the time being.

If a war really breaks out, the only thing the Human Alliance can do is probably to join the Ninth Level camp.

Because we have no right to take sides.

Apart from Lord Soth, there is no other lord of the Hell level who would offer us such generous conditions."

As she said this, Natasha's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

As her social circle continued to expand, she had learned about the entire situation in Baator from hundreds of lovers.

It can be said that except for the ninth level, the other levels are basically all gloomy, terrifying and despairing real purgatory.

Hard labor, torture, abuse, flogging, and interrogation were all commonplace.

Only the sixth and fourth levels, which are imitating the structure of a huge cyberpunk city, are slightly better.

After all, Grand Duchess Firna and the Demon Queen Gracia are both Zuo Si's staunch allies in hell politics, and are also the two people who have reaped the most benefits.

After figuring out the attitude of most demons towards mortals, anyone who has not been kicked in the head by a donkey will know whose thigh to hold on to.

"Fuck! I hate war, and I hate this feeling of being helpless even more."

Hawkeye cursed under his breath, then threw the empty bottle hard and hit the wall with a clanging sound.

But even though he complained, he still walked into the living room, picked up his mobile terminal and started completing today's work.

In a short while, the two sent out more than four hundred files of mercenaries and adventurers.

About twenty hours later, those who passed the review received employment notices and deposits, and soon traveled to another universe with the help of the connection of the Cave Tree.

Including this time, the Earthling Alliance has recruited a total of 300,000 elite mercenaries who are experienced in combat and are willing to do anything and take any blame for money.

They even easily defeated a coalition force that was several times their size in a simulated exercise.

Only those Astartes warriors who have undergone genetic modification can barely match them.

Such powerful combat capability undoubtedly greatly enhanced the People's League's confidence in launching foreign colonial wars. Various advertisements and political propaganda were overwhelming, and even huge countdown images were placed in the most conspicuous places in many big cities.

Even ordinary civilians were in a frenzy, looking forward to the coming of war.

It seems that as long as we win this war and successfully plunder the enemy's technology, resources and wealth, the lives of the people on Earth will be greatly improved.

But what they don't know is that what the Human Alliance really wants is not resources, technology, or wealth, but the Great Purge and genocide.

As long as all the living aliens on that planet are killed, the huge debt owed to the Hell Bank can be paid off, and even a small profit can be made.

With sufficient soul currency, what kind of technology or resources can't be purchased?

Moreover, modern colonial history has proved more than once that it is simply a pipe dream to maintain long-term rule without large-scale resistance while retaining the indigenous people and enslaving and exploiting them.

If you want to successfully colonize, the only effective way is to kill all the indigenous people.

At most, a few are kept in captivity in "protected areas" for research purposes.

In order to expand the living space of the earthlings, we can only "indulge" these aliens and make "billions" of small sacrifices.

Unknowingly, under the guidance of Zuo Si, the People's League had already moved towards militarism and extreme xenophobia.

It won't be long before they bring a little shock like a moving disaster to other civilizations in the entire Marvel Universe.

Because of the greed and endless desire for souls as currency, wherever the people on Earth pass, all the flames of civilization will be extinguished and all intelligent creatures will be slaughtered without mercy.

If enough time passes, perhaps in some galaxies there will even be legends of "reapers" from deep space.

Every few thousand or even tens of thousands of years, a group of powerful and despairing natural disasters will descend upon the entire galaxy, sweeping across all planets that have given birth to civilization.

No one knows where they come from, and no one knows what their purpose is.

Only a very small number of texts and records left over from ancient civilizations tell of the disasters that once occurred.

Don't think this is a meme or a joke.

If the Earth in the Marvel Universe is given enough time to develop and become the dominant force in the universe, the above situation will definitely happen 100%.

Think back to the brutal genocide of Native Americans by European colonists, the atrocities committed by nations against civilians during the two world wars, and the famines caused by colonists that killed millions or tens of millions of people...

How could a race that is so cruel even to its own kind show mercy to aliens with completely different genes?

Therefore, the human empire in the Warhammer universe is the closest to the attitude of the Earth towards aliens after entering the interstellar age.

Of course, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about the Human League's expedition which had already entered the countdown.

Because under his arrangement, this was a completely "teaching level" without any difficulty, so that the people on Earth could taste the sweetness of colonial plunder and become addicted.

At the moment, Zuo Si is in the huge palace of Maladomini, located on the seventh level of Baator Hell.

The sky here is blood black, and the ground is dotted with ruins and abandoned cities of varying sizes.

The reason for such a strange scene is that the lord who rules this level, Grand Duke Baalzebub, is a perfectionist whose obsessive-compulsive disorder is many times more serious than Zuo Si's.

As long as there was even the slightest flaw in the construction of the city, he would immediately order everyone to go to another place to rebuild it after the city was completed.

Over time, those once magnificent cities were constantly abandoned and eventually turned into ruins under the baptism of time.

The mines dug to build the city, the slag mountains, and the canals containing strong acids and salts are like scars all over the layer.

Fortunately, Grand Duke Baalzebub finally succeeded in building a perfect city that satisfied himself - Malagard.

This is a beautiful city that is in no way inferior to the upper planes, and it does not look like the style of Baator Hell at all.

It has lush, perfectly symmetrical and straight boulevards, fountains on both sides carved with exquisite but terrifying ghost faces, and tall towers that rise like spears into the blood-black sky.

If you look closely, you will find that the height of all decorations and the ground, the texture and gaps of the floor tiles, all have an error of no more than one millimeter.

To be honest, to any outsider, Malagard deserves to be called an incredible miracle.

Obviously, the reason behind this miracle was Baalzebub's original identity as an Archon.

Zuo Si seriously suspected that the other party's lawful tendencies were strengthened by the power of the hell plane when he fell, which was why he became such a terrible obsessive-compulsive perfectionist.

Even though he had been turned into a slug-like insect lord by Asmodeus as a result of the last showdown, his behavior had not changed at all.

"Welcome, great devil prince, the crown prince who is second only to the emperor in Baator Hell."

Grand Duke Baalzebub was the first to break the silence and greeted with a smile.

Although he tried very hard to disguise himself and maintain the most basic politeness, the jealousy that occasionally appeared in his eyes had already exposed his true thoughts.

You have to know that this person is no pushover. He was the leader of one of the two major political groups in Batuo Hell before Zuo Si arrived.

The other is the lord of the eighth floor - Mephistopheles.

It was the head-on conflict between these two guys that led to the most famous civil war in the history of Baator.

"I am also very honored to meet you, the great Grand Duke Baalzebub."

Zuo Si politely placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the outside world probably wouldn't have believed that two big devils who were enough to make countless worlds feel fear and tremble could actually talk to each other in such an elegant manner, like aristocrats.

Especially Grand Duke Baalzebub, although his body had been twisted and deformed into the ugliest appearance, his words and deeds still showed the pride that originally belonged to the Archon.

After a brief exchange of compliments, the Insect Lord immediately got straight to the point, narrowed his eyes and cautiously asked: "If I remember correctly, you rarely leave your territory, and you have publicly stated more than once that you have no interest in politics, right?"

Zuo Si nodded with a smile on his face: "Yes, I did express this before.

But the prerequisite is that Asmodeus must promise to respect my power and status.

This was the agreement we reached from the beginning.

But now, he has obviously begun to fear my power, afraid that I will threaten his absolute rule as the Lord of Hell.

So I think it's time to change attitudes a bit.

Why should I recognize his authority as the Lord of Hell when he no longer respects me?

Or to put it another way, can't I take his place?

After all, in terms of the plane's favor, I am no worse than him."

As these extremely explicit words came out of his mouth, Grand Duke Baalzeb's expression changed several times in just a few seconds.

You must know that before, lords at all levels had the ambition to replace Asmodeus.

But no one has the courage to say it directly.

Especially after the showdown operation, even he began to fear the power wielded by the devil king.

But on second thought, Zuo Si seemed to be qualified.

First of all, after joining Hell, Zuo Si immediately aroused a strong resonance of the plane's will, and even a level was specially opened up for it.

This is unprecedented in the history of Baator.

Moreover, as the Devil Prince and Crown Prince of Hell, Zuo Si was originally qualified to inherit Asmodeus' position.

At least the gap in power between the two will not be too big.

If Zuo Si can successfully overthrow Asmodeus' rule, it means that the position of the Lord of Hell can be replaced, which is equivalent to providing a theoretical basis for lords of other levels. If they follow the process in the future, they will have a great chance of success.

"So you want my support?"

Grand Duke Baalzebub was silent for a long time before finally asking the most crucial question.

Zuo Si nodded straightforwardly: "Yes, I need your support.

And it's not just you, there's also Gracia, Ms. Firna, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman.

I've already taken care of the first two, and I hope you can come forward and take care of the last two.

In this way, we have more than half of the lords in the entire Baator Hell.

Also under my command are the succubus queen Mecanthust and the Khorne angel Zariel who made great achievements in the bloody battle.

When this army is assembled, not only Asmodeus, but the entire universe will tremble. "

Zuo Si deliberately put on an ambitious look and began to paint a rosy picture for the other party.

If it were a lord from any other level, he might be afraid that such a double act with Asmodeus would cause him to offend lords from other levels and thus be isolated politically.

But he obviously didn't care at all.

Because the current situation in Battor is that as long as the relationship between Zuo Si and Asmodeus is strong enough, it will be useless even if all the other lords rebel together.

Moreover, since it was just a play, the Devil King must have arranged the ending long ago and would not let these lords notice the trick at all.

"An alliance of six lords?!"

When Grand Duke Baalzebub heard this number, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Just as Zuo Si described, if this alliance could really be formed, there would definitely be a high probability that the goal of overthrowing Asmodeus' rule would be achieved.

There is no doubt that he was moved.

As a once handsome and majestic Archon, Grand Duke Baalzeb hated the Lord of Hell for turning him into his current ugly and disgusting appearance.

He had tried countless methods and divine-like transformations, but in the end he was unable to recover.

Therefore, the only way to remove this curse and transformation is to let Asmodeus remove it, or simply replace him with a new lord of hell.

Obviously, the former is absolutely unrealistic, so the latter naturally becomes the last hope.

"I need a promise!"

Grand Duke Baalzebub pondered for several minutes and then suddenly raised his head.

Zuo Si certainly couldn't be unaware of what the other party wanted, so he immediately promised: "If I become the new Lord of Hell, I will restore your original appearance and at the same time enthrone you as the new Crown Prince of Hell and Prince of the Devil. How about this, are you satisfied with this condition?"

Grand Duke Baalzebub suddenly burst into a shrill laugh: "Hahahaha! Satisfied! Of course I'm satisfied! From now on, we are close allies.

You don't have to worry about Prince Levistus and Viscount Maman. I will personally invite them to join.

Among them, Prince Levistus hates Asmodeus as much as I do, so it is not difficult to invite him.

But there is a small problem.

He and Gracia have some old grudges, and if they get together, they might end up fighting."

Zuo Si touched his chin and responded, "I will take care of this and make sure Gracieya doesn't cause any trouble during the cooperation."

"That's no problem. But I must remind you that Viscount Mammon is actually not reliable. He has changed his mind several times when facing Asmodeus. He is a very unreliable guy." Grand Duke Baalzebub warned with a serious face.

"The reason why Viscount Mammon backed out was because he discovered the huge gap between his own camp and Asmodeus.

But this time is different.

The power I possess is not much less than Asmodeus.

I believe that as a smart man, he will make the right choice.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind using his head to warn all those who are wavering."

After saying this, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

Archduke Baalzebub obviously sensed this, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Very good, I like your current look and attitude. This is the aura that the future Lord of Hell should have."

"Thanks for the compliment. If there's nothing else I'll go back and prepare."

Zuo Si bowed slightly and quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.

As soon as he left, an Arkong who had fallen with the Insect Lord came up to him and asked, "Your Excellency, do you really want to join this coup? I always feel like something is wrong."

Grand Duke Baalzebub chuckled and asked, "Why not? You have to understand that this civil war started by Soth is the most likely to overthrow Asmodeus' rule since the formation of Baator.

Moreover, whether in terms of the number of lords or the number of troops, we have a huge advantage.

The most important thing is that even if he failed, Asmodeus would only focus on punishing Thors.

I am only jointly liable and will not be severely punished at all.

You don't have to take huge risks and you can get a very high rate of return.

Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?”

"I see. Your wisdom is beyond my reach. Since you have made the decision, I will immediately arrange for someone to go to the fifth level to contact Prince Levistus."

The faces of the fallen Archons were filled with excitement and anticipation.

Because ever since he fell into hell, he has been completely immersed in the pleasure brought by killing, destruction, cruelty and bloodthirstiness and cannot extricate himself.

Even more devilish than the devil in some ways.

This is also why Asmodeus and Zoth both like to tempt angels to fall.

When these guys turn from good to evil, they often develop a religious fanaticism that cannot be described in words.

"No, don't be so hasty. You know, Prince Levistus is currently trapped in a huge block of ice, and many of his men may be spies planted by Asmodeus or other lords. To keep it secret, I'd better go there in person."

As he spoke, Grand Duke Baalzebub shook his huge body and slowly stood up. He moved in a way beyond people's imagination, and finally passed through the portal under the effect of spell-like abilities and disappeared on the spot.

…

On the other side, in the palace of Malborji on the sixth level of Baator.

Gracia and her best friend Philna had just finished a passionate and intimate interaction and were lying naked on the bed, comforting each other.

After several minutes, the former recovered first and reached out to gently stroke the latter's smooth back, teasing in a half-joking tone: "Honey, you seem to be particularly hungry today, don't you?"

"Humph! Aren't you still the same?"

Philna suddenly raised her hand and slapped her best sister hard on the butt.

Then the two of them looked into each other's eyes and burst into almost insane laughter.

"Hahahaha! Yeah, it's all Soth's fault. He never responds to our hints, making us more and more unsatisfied."

"If he didn't have so many lovers and children, I would have suspected that he actually preferred men to women."

"Come on. He may have retained many of his mortal habits and ways of thinking, and he just doesn't like loose women like you and me. You know, my lovely daughter is very favored and can even take on some of the lord's powers."

"Oh? Is it the famous Pleasure Devil Virgin? I heard that Soth hasn't touched her yet."

"Haha, you don't understand. The more this happens, the more interesting it is. According to my investigation, Soth likes to tease women until they are unsatisfied, and then he will take advantage of them when their patience reaches its limit. I have to say, he is really good at playing. Just thinking about the tension, excitement and anticipation of being just one step away from tasting the forbidden fruit makes me feel hot all over."

"You are so shameless that you even don't let your own daughter go."

"Why, are you jealous? You should know that I have a better chance of climbing into Zuo Si's bed than you do. After all, the temptation of mother and daughter together is more attractive than you, the princess of hell."

"Asshole! Looks like I have to teach you a lesson today!"

"Ah!!!! No! Don't touch there! Stop it now!"

…

As the suggestive sounds came from inside the house, the maids and guards guarding the door raised their heads and looked out the window, not daring to make the slightest sound to disturb the pleasure of the two highest-ranking and most distinguished women in Baator.

After all, both Fierna and Gracia are the kind of big devils who can't suppress their desires at all.

The number of demons and mortals killed by the two of them was so large that the corpses could be piled up into a small hill.

In fact, just a few dozen minutes ago, they had been responsible for cleaning up nearly thirty unlucky guys whose life force had been sucked dry and who were only left with one breath.

Just as the battle was in full swing inside and all kinds of seductive moans were heard one after another, Zuo Si's figure suddenly appeared in the corridor at the door.

moment!

All the devils present had embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Fierna and Gracia's followers were even reminded of their mistress by making loud coughing sounds.

But unfortunately they were so encrossed that they didn't hear it at all.

"How long has this been going on?"

The corner of Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly.

Because this was not the first time he had come across these two female devils comforting each other.

In fact, just two days ago, he even saw the fierce battle scene with his own eyes instead of just hearing the sound like now...

(End of this chapter)