There is no doubt that the King's Landing Tournament is regarded by players as a stage specially set up for them to display their strength.
In just two or three days, those natives who had come all the way from all corners of Westeros, wanting to become famous in one battle, were ruthlessly eliminated by the fierce players.
Among them, the more dangerous jousting and team jousting resulted in large numbers of injuries and bloody deaths almost every day.
Especially elite players at higher levels have often begun to master skills such as cleave, mastered heavy attack, mastered shield attack, combat reflexes, jump attack and various weapon specializations.
Even unsharpened iron or wooden weapons can exert unimaginable lethality in their hands.
Some unlucky ones even had the bullet pierced directly into their eyes through the gap in their helmets, and died on the spot with screams.
You have to know that the players have no mercy.
Ever since they learned that the game mechanism is "kill monsters to level up", whenever they see ants while walking, they want to step on them a few times to see if their experience card slots will increase a little.
What's even more terrifying is that since players came to King's Landing in large numbers, the rats that were originally rampant were killed and almost disappeared in a very short period of time.
Just because a guy discovered that killing rats could gain a very small amount of experience points.
Rats are having such a miserable time, not to mention other animals. Basically, no grass grows wherever they pass.
The gangs in the city, which were composed of ruffians and hooligans with underworld characteristics, originally wanted to extort money from these outsiders.
As a result, he had just provoked a group of players, injured and killed several of their members, and was besieged by hundreds of players that night.
The horrifying screams, wails, and pleas for mercy continued all night long.
The next morning, the people living nearby and the golden robes who came to clean up the mess were stunned by the cruel and brutal scene they saw. Many of them covered their mouths and began to vomit.
Several leaders of this gang were all pierced with thin wooden stakes and hung in the most conspicuous place at the door.
There was little intact skin left on their bodies. The bloody scene and the marks left by the massive torture were enough to give people nightmares for months.
The most outrageous thing is that these poor guys who had been tortured for a whole night were still alive. The wooden stakes inserted into their lower bodies almost avoided all vital parts, and the perpetrators seemed to have stopped the bleeding, bandaged them, and provided some kind of treatment (divine magic) on them.
Anyone who is not a fool can see that the reason they are allowed to survive is to make them suffer more before they die as revenge.
Obviously, the players are just venting their anger by doing this.
The reason is very simple. After their death, they will be resurrected in the floating city of Plantia.
After resurrection, he could not come to King's Landing immediately, but had to set out from Pentos on the other side of the sea, and he did not even have any self-defense weapons or equipment before returning to the team.
In desperation, they could only contact the player teams that remained in Pentos, borrow some money and equipment from them, and then take a merchant ship to King's Landing.
The time, energy, money and favors spent on this back and forth are enormous.
Therefore, the players in King's Landing discussed it and immediately decided to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and teach these ignorant gang forces a lesson.
So, in the next few days, they continued to take the initiative to attack, almost eradicating all the ruffians and gangs in the city, killing more than a thousand people in one go.
This directly led to the security situation in King's Landing, which was originally chaotic and crime-ridden, instantly rising to several levels.
Of course, the players' wanton killing naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many vested interest groups.
Especially the Golden Robe, who had close ties with the gang and even acted as their protector, wanted to deal a thunder-like blow to this group of outsiders at the beginning.
But soon, Janos Slynt, the supreme commander of the army, changed his attitude and strictly forbade his men to make any malicious moves against the players.
As for the reason…
Of course, one morning when he woke up, he found the bloody head of his favorite war horse placed at the bedside. He was so scared that he almost wet his pants.
Moreover, I suffered from severe insomnia for two consecutive weeks. I couldn't sleep well at all and often dreamed of myself being killed silently.
It goes without saying that the player who did this must be a fan of "The Godfather".
After clearing out the original gang forces in King's Landing, a guy named Nex, who used to be involved in modern gangs, saw the opportunity and took the initiative to step forward. He united about three mages, five bards, fifteen warriors, and more than thirty thieves to form a guild called "Shadow". Through threats, intimidation, assassination, bribery and other means, they quickly filled the power vacuum caused by the previous killings.
Not only that!
These players, led by him, gave up the idea of becoming mercenaries and started to develop in another direction.
With the cooperation of a large number of thieves and a small number of mages and bards, they quickly found out many rumors, secrets and private conversations of the nobles, and sorted them out and sold them to other players or local natives at high prices.
Both Varys and Petyr Baelish remained highly vigilant against this intelligence organization that suddenly emerged.
But unfortunately, the two conspirators were seriously short of military force and were no match for the brutal players.
After just a few rounds of confrontation, most of the Octopus Spider's "little birds" were captured by the players, and most of them soon chose to work for their new "masters" under coercion and induction.
As for the brothels and prostitutes controlled by Littlefinger, their business also plummeted under the dimensionality reduction attacks from the players.
After all, compared with the various temptations, performances and gameplay in modern society on Earth, the pornographic service industry in this world is still too primitive and backward.
In addition to opening casinos, pubs, hotels and pornographic service venues, this group of players also extended their hands to smuggling, which has both high profits and risks.
Unlike those "traditional gangs" that rely on oppressing outsiders and the poor to extort money, they are very kind to the poor within their control.
Not only will they proactively maintain order and crack down on violent crime and petty theft, they will also provide jobs for the lower-class people, repair their houses, and provide the elderly and children who are unable to work with a free meal every day, which may not look very good but will fill their stomachs.
This move undoubtedly won the support of the poorest people in society. They even regarded him as a savior and were grateful to him. They did their best to provide him with some information they knew and spread him as spies in the streets.
King Robert and Prime Minister Ned may not know about any movement in King's Landing, but the shadow is definitely aware of it.
With the help of modern management models, Shadow can accurately count the number of ships docked at the port every day, the number of crew members, where they come from, what kind of goods they bring, how much they sell for, what kind of goods they buy before leaving, as well as changes in the prices of various commodities on the market, etc.
If they wish, they can also control prices to a certain extent, making it impossible for a ship to sell anything here or buy supplies.
When those vendors encounter troubles, they will immediately seek out the leaders of the "Shadow" organization and ask them to seek justice for them, rather than those extremely corrupt golden robes who have long been rotten to the core.
Countless people are proud to be able to kiss the red magic ring on Naix's hand and regard it as a symbol of social status.
Gradually, this shadow guild, which was founded by players and served as the core backbone, became a veritable huge shadow hanging over the entire King's Landing.
Even when the Gold Robes were searching for wanted criminals, they had to ask the Shadow Guild for permission first, otherwise their people would disappear inexplicably soon after entering a street.
There is also a nursery rhyme circulating that the king sitting on the Iron Throne is just a puppet and Nex is the real ruler of King's Landing.
The diary responsible for monitoring the behavior of players in this world read the whole process of the Shadow Guild's rapid rise from beginning to end, and couldn't help but sigh: "They are indeed special talents selected after strict screening. They are really more cruel than the other. Isadora, this guy named Nex couldn't be a serious criminal who died by firing squad?"
"No, it wasn't a gun that killed him, it was the electric chair. By the way, when he was sentenced to death, he was charged with forty confirmed first-degree murders, over a hundred unconfirmed murders, fifteen bank robberies, hundreds of burglaries, illegal operation of a brothel and underground gambling den, and the number of gang members under his control was as high as over fifteen hundred."
The mastermind Isadora used her psychic powers to directly report the player's "glorious" record during his lifetime.
"What?! How did such a scumbag get chosen?"
The diary was stunned for a moment.
He simply couldn't believe that Zuo Si, who always hated violent crimes, would actually allow the soul of such a person to enter the player group.
Mastermind Isadora answered without hesitation: "The criteria for being selected has nothing to do with good or evil, but mainly depends on ability and whether one is inclined to lawfulness.
Although Nex did all kinds of evil, the people who died at his hands were basically drug dealers, gang members, policemen who were paid to do so, and killers.
Moreover, he has outstanding abilities and is extremely strict in managing his subordinates. He strictly prohibits them from harassing ordinary civilians, showing a strong sense of order.
So it's not surprising that he was eventually selected.
There are many similar special talents in the player community, and they will show their unique talents as long as they have the opportunity. "
“Okay, now I finally understand why these guys have no psychological barriers when killing and torturing their enemies.
It turns out that it's not entirely the result of weakened pain perception and nerve stimulation, but also partly because they have long been accustomed to it all.
If you don't mind, can you tell me how common these ruthless people are among the player population?"
The diary asked with interest, stroking his chin.
"Among the current player population, people like Naix account for about one-fifth of the total. Most of them are soldiers or mercenaries suffering from battlefield syndrome, especially those who are crazy about fighting and addicted to killing. The real normal people account for less than half. According to Soth's plan, the proportion of ordinary people will gradually increase in the future."
Mastermind Isadora gave the answer without hesitation.
As more and more new mind flayers donated their brains, her psychic abilities were improving at an unimaginable speed.
Now it is even possible to directly delete the brains of tens of thousands of intelligent lives, turning them into walking corpses with no memory, no personality, and no subjective consciousness.
As for the number of connected players, it has also been increased to more than 100,000.
There is no doubt that the current mastermind Isadora has far surpassed most of the mind flayer masterminds in Faerun in terms of power level.
Especially the need to disperse her consciousness, process information sent back by thousands of players at the same time, and maintain the operation of two virtual worlds, which made her embark on a completely different path in the development of her psychic powers.
"The proportion of normal people is less than half? Oh my God! It seems that I have to mourn for the natives of this world, especially the nobles and slave owners."
The diary couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, as if he had already seen the horrific scene of people being killed and blood flowing like a river.
He had no doubt that the players had the power to completely destroy the existing order of the world.
Because of their immortality and professional level, they have already demonstrated overwhelming strength.
The Shadow Guild founded by Nex, the noble knights who were defeated and fled in the tournament, and the thieves who treated the Red Castle where the royal family lived as a public toilet and could come and go as they pleased, all proved this point.
What's even more terrible is that this advantage will become greater and greater as you kill more and level up.
When it exceeds a certain critical point, the entire world may be completely destroyed, or forced to become a colony that provides unlimited resources.
“There should indeed be a moment of silence.
Because not long ago, the players in Slaver's Bay had just formed an alliance and began to frantically hunt the Unsullied in and around the city of Astapor.
In just a few days, the death toll of the latter reached thousands.
Several good masters (the self-proclaimed name of the big slave owners) were also killed in their own homes.
Now the whole of Astapor is in chaos and is almost falling into anarchy."
Mastermind Isadora announced a big news created by the players in a meaningful tone.
"Hunting the Unsullied? Why! Aren't they planning to liberate the slaves?" The diary raised its eyebrows in disbelief.
Mastermind Isadora responded with a smile: "Because a small group among them discovered that killing the strictly trained Unsullied can gain a very high experience value bonus.
So he immediately changed his strategy and planned to kill all the Unsullied in Astapor without leaving a single one alive.
Under the various poisonings, assassinations, and surprise attacks of these mad dog players, even the most perfect, fearless, and disciplined warriors in this world have now fallen into panic.
After all, they may not be afraid of swords, spears, and arrows, but they are full of awe for the incomprehensible power of magic.
Some businessmen and civilians were even willing to provide information and offer money and property just to ensure that they would not be implicated.
The team that has killed the most Unsullied now has an average level of LV7.
If we really kill all the 8,000+ Unsullied and the soldiers in training, their average level will most likely be around LV12."
"Massacre the city to gain experience points and improve the job level? This is really a typical behavior pattern of the Fourth Calamity."
The corner of Diary's mouth twitched slightly.
Only at this moment did he realize how terrifying those game operations that seemed very common to him would be to the indigenous people if they were moved into reality.
While the two were talking, in a mansion belonging to the Good Lord in the city of Astapor, a small team of thirty players had just finished a brutal battle.
Although almost all of them were injured, and several of their companions died together with the enemy in the fierce battle and have now returned to the floating city of Plantia to be reborn, the result of the battle was that they killed ten times as many Unsullied as themselves.
At this moment, hundreds of corpses in this mansion were piled up randomly in the open space in the yard, and the flowing blood even dyed the ground completely black and red.
A large number of flies, insects and birds descended from the sky to enjoy this feast gifted by nature.
In contrast, the slaves who originally served their masters were crawling on the ground and trembling in the most humble posture, not daring to raise their heads to look at these vicious evil stars.
You know, since the birth of Astapor, such a terrible incident has never happened.
Even the Unsullied, whom they were so proud of, retreated in front of these few but elite, fierce and reckless lunatics.
What was even more incomprehensible to the slaves was that these lunatics were obviously seriously injured and some of their companions had died, but their faces were filled with genuine joy, as if they had a morbid obsession with fighting and killing.
"Hahahaha! We made a fortune this time! More than 300 Unsullied, and some other mercenaries and guards."
"Yes! At this rate, once we kill all the Unsullied, Benefactors, and mercenaries in the entire city of Astapor, we will definitely be able to reach LV100 (virtual level) or above."
"Not only the professional level, but also the property in this mansion."
"In my opinion, there's no point in liberating slaves. We should just kill all the cities around Slaver's Bay, such as Meereen and Yunkai."
"Don't mess around. We still need to establish rule here, recruit troops, and let the residents here create value continuously. Kill the Unsullied because they give the most experience points. Moreover, they cannot be won over through normal means, and their training methods are too inhumane. They should not exist in this world. Death is not a pain for them, but a relief."
"By the way, how are those guys who accidentally died in the battle now?"
"They have all been resurrected in the floating city and have now arrived in Pentos through the portal. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be coming here on the merchant ship with the brothers who died before."
"OK! Pack up the spoils! We'll retreat immediately!"
"What about the slaves?"
"Go and ask them if they are willing to go with us. If they are willing, we can take them with us. If not, they can stay."
"The merchant who provided the information this time is very good. Remember to give him more benefits."
"Don't worry! When have I ever been stingy in this regard? Seriously, don't you think this game is a little too realistic?"
"Yes! Especially those businessmen. As long as we are willing to give them enough benefits, they don't mind selling out the interests of their own city."
"After all, this is high technology from three hundred years later. There are even intelligent bionic robots in the Infinite City. It's normal for the NPCs in the game to be smarter."
"That's true. I really like this world more and more."
…
As the players chatted in low voices, the entire mansion was quickly looted.
As for the slaves, without exception they all chose to escape with the criminals who killed their masters.
Because they have no other choice.
If they stayed, other benevolent masters would kill all the surviving slaves and bury them with them when they learned of this.
At this moment, he was carefully observing his teammates who were about to embark on the journey to the abyss through Davian's eyes, and even took over the latter's body directly.
"Long time no see, dear Lord Soth. On behalf of the church, I would like to express my deep gratitude for your participation in the rescue of the goddess. Here, this thing is the [Shadow Energy Core]. I think you should have your own way to carry it."
The supreme leader of the Church of Woking, Saranda Olium, pointed to a black sphere about 1.5 meters in diameter floating in the air in the room.
The raw energy that was unintentionally released from the latter's cracks, as well as the piercing sounds that occasionally erupted in the air, all proved its dangerousness.
Judging from its appearance alone, it is undoubtedly the power source of the floating city - the Core of Misera.
But the difference is that this thing seemed to be broken when it fell from the sky, and it accidentally absorbed the energy of the shadow magic web.
Or perhaps the arcanists at the time wanted to transfer the floating city to the shadow plane, but just as they completed the connection of the core part, the floating city crashed heavily to the ground.
In order to confirm his guess, Zuo Si controlled David's body and walked straight to the [Shadow Energy Core], reaching out to touch the cold outer wall.
moment!
An astonishing amount of energy surged out from the crack, accompanied by unstable and violent vibrations.
Fortunately, there was already a spark in Davian's body that was burning itself, so he quickly absorbed the energy and avoided the possible explosion and chaotic magical fluctuations.
Just as Zuo Si was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly heard a strange whisper in his ears.
"Kill—kill—kill! Kill everything that's alive!"
"Darkness will surely come! The world will return to the silence before the resurrection of all things!"
"Energy! Give me your energy! I want to drain you dry!"
Since these voices were all speaking an extremely ancient and awkward language, which was extremely vague and mixed with some creepy roars, even Zuo Si, who had a wealth of knowledge, could only understand a very small part of it.
And he himself did not realize that when these whispers mixed with energy poured into his body, Davian's right hand had been completely wrapped by a black tangible substance, and three pairs of eyes could be vaguely seen.
One pair was extremely crazy, another pair revealed coldness and darkness, and the last pair was naked greed.
The horrifying scene immediately alerted the rest of the team.
Xinbu, who was also a chosen one of the Magic Goddess, suddenly released a ball of silver fire, directly repelling Davian, who was controlled by Zuo Si, from the side of the [Shadow Energy Core], and then asked loudly: "Hey! Are you okay?"
At this moment, Zuo Si finally came to his senses. Looking at his arm that had returned to its original state, he immediately pretended to be fine and responded, "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. I'm just simply interested in the huge energy generated by this thing."
"Are you sure? We just saw several pairs of eyes flickering on you."
Xinbu obviously didn't believe this statement.
"Haha, don't worry, it's just a minor inconvenience. I can handle it."
After saying this, Zuo Si ignored other people's reactions, took out his suitcase and stuffed the [Shadow Energy Core] into it.
Through the unusual whispers just now, he was basically certain that there must be some secrets hidden inside this energy core that he didn't know about.
However, now that the journey to the abyss is imminent, it is obviously not the time to go deeper.
So after everything was packed, Zuo Si directly used the teleportation magic to transfer the box to the Athkatla Tower, then nodded to Saranda Oulianm, indicating that he was ready.
The latter didn't even say a word, and immediately asked the high-level wizard who was hired at a huge expense to open a portal to Avernus, the first layer of hell.
To be exact, it is the portal leading to the Bronze Fortress.
This is the front line of the bloody battle, and also the place where the devil's army and creatures from other planes that tend to be lawful gather.
Unlike the heavily guarded city that many people imagine, it is more like an "international" super fortress city.
There are countless portals to other planes.
The devils use their eloquent sophistry and inflammatory speeches to constantly win over allies to help them join the ranks of fighting against demons.
Saranda Oulian carefully took out a scroll with an evil aura from his bosom, handed it to Storm Queen Xinbu, and whispered, "This is the agreement we managed to reach with Grand Duke Bayer, the lord of the first layer of hell.
With this agreement, you don't have to fulfill the obligation of bloody battle, and you can directly bypass the main battlefield and go to Wanyuan Plain.
But you still have to be extra careful because I'm not sure if there are any unknown secrets, traps or loopholes that can be exploited here.
Once you arrive at the Bronze Fortress, do not sign any agreement with those devils, and do not join any team. "
"Got it. We're not rookies heading to Hell for the first time and we don't know what to do. What's more... one of us might be more cunning and dangerous than most devils."
While saying this, Xinbu glanced at Zuo Si out of the corner of his eye, and the implication was self-evident.
Just like that, except for the half-demon thief who had not yet joined the team, the rest of the team members crossed the portal and arrived at the bronze fortress on the other side.
As the name suggests, this super fortress is built almost entirely with bronze as the basic material and covers an area of more than one hundred square kilometers.
If you look from the sky, you can see twelve giant concentric walls, each of which is hundreds of meters high and has powerful war machines on top.
Countless inferior demons, imps, and soul shells worked as laborers day and night to build, repair, and maintain it.
The low-level devil legions that were about to be sent to the bloody battlefield, under the command and leadership of high-level devils, set out from the city gate one after another to join this flesh-and-blood grindstone with a frighteningly low survival rate.
Someone once calculated that out of every ten thousand demons sent into a bloody battle, less than a hundred could survive the first battle.
The survival rate of going to the bloody battle for the second time will suddenly drop to five or even less.
Therefore, all the devils who can survive the cruel and never-ending war will be promoted without exception, and they will be promoted in other jobs that may take decades or even hundreds of years to get.
This is true even for the Devils, who have always had the advantage in terms of casualties, not to mention the chaotic Demons.
Once on the bloody battlefield, even the Lord of the Abyss cannot guarantee that he can survive.
If a mortal race were to face such a horrific war intensity, they would have collapsed long ago.
But for demons and devils, this has become an indispensable part of their lives, as common as breathing.
Just as everyone set foot on the land of Hell, a Hellfire who was recruiting cannon fodder suddenly flew over from a distance and looked at the team members with his playful eyes. After a full minute, he spoke: "Interesting! Really interesting! A group of gods' chosen people actually came to the Bronze Fortress. If you don't mind, can you tell me your purpose?"
"We have an agreement with Duke Bayer. You'd better not have any crooked ideas."
Xinbu warned as he handed over the parchment scroll in his hand.
Although in the eyes of many mortals, top-level demons like the Hell Demon are absolutely invincible.
But in front of this team that was specially sent to the triple realm to rescue the goddess of wealth, Woking, it was just a minor inconvenience at best.
Anyone who stands out can easily make him suffer so much that he cannot live or die.
Among them, Quill, the chosen one of the God of War Tempus and a legendary warrior, unceremoniously drew out the black two-handed giant sword on his back, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty light that seemed like he was ready to start a massacre at any time.
The Hell Devil's face changed instantly, and he immediately called a group of low-level devils to stand in front of him. He carefully spread out the scroll and read the terms word by word.
After reading it all, he immediately pursed his lips into a playful smile and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Ah! So you are all guests invited by His Excellency Grand Duke Bayer. Please allow me to apologize for my rudeness just now.
However, although this agreement clearly states that you do not have to fulfill your obligation to participate in the bloody war, it does not mean that you can avoid contributing to the order of the multiverse.
According to the latest Article 453,629 of the Code of Hell, chapter 16, section 24 states that anyone who wants to pass through the Bronze Fortress to go to other places must do something or complete a task before they can leave freely.
so……
I advise you not to resist.
Because this is the Bronze Castle. Even if you are strong enough to kill me and my men, can you kill the thousands of Hell Fiends and other high-level demons entrenched here?"
"Damn it! I knew that agreement was useless."
Xinbu couldn't help but curse under his breath.
"How about letting me handle it?"
All the muscles in Quill's body began to tense and become engorged. Some invisible energy was flowing through his body, causing his eyes to appear blood red.
Just as he was about to rush out, the Purple Dragon Knight Bonita stopped him and warned him solemnly: "Don't do it here, or we will be overwhelmed by countless demons."
"So what do you say we should do?"
Quill rolled his eyes in annoyance, but sheathed his weapon.
"Of course this is a situation that requires negotiation."
With that, Bonita walked to the front of the team and asked the Hell Devil bluntly: "What do you want us to do?"
“Haha, of course I’m asking you to help deal with a group of elite demons that are constantly hunting and destroying the logistics supply lines in the southeast of the Bronze Castle.
These bastards have killed a total of 1,500 devil reinforcements who came from other places to support the front line within ten days.
At the same time, weapons and armor that could equip an army of 10,000 people were destroyed.
Duke Bayer just issued a bounty not long ago. Whoever can get rid of them will be promoted and become the head of the entire logistics department.
I promise, as long as you kill these damn demons, I will give you a pass."
The Hell Demon calmly put forward his conditions.
It was obvious that he wanted to use this powerful team in front of him to eliminate the enemy before his other colleagues, and then take all the credit.
Using the power at hand to coerce outsiders to work for oneself is a very common trick in the internal competition among the devils.
Unfortunately, this hell-refiner's plan obviously went wrong.
Just as Bonita was about to agree, Zuo Si took out the emblem given to him by Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, from his pocket, waved it in front of the greedy guy, and then lowered his voice and asked, "I think you should recognize what this is?"
The next second...
The Hell Devil seemed to be stimulated by something and immediately began to tremble slightly on the spot.
Before the others in the team could react to what happened, he knelt on the ground with a plop and said in an extremely humble and slightly trembling voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you who came. I deserve to die. Please give me another chance. No matter what I do, I will not be demoted."
There is no doubt that the Hell Devil's reaction of being arrogant at first and respectful later not only confused the team members, but also the demons that gathered around him were equally confused about the situation.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't want to explain too much, he just slowly uttered one word: "Get lost!"
As a result, the former did not even hesitate. He immediately put his hands on his head, rolled like a ball at an extremely fast speed in front of everyone and disappeared at the end of the street.
Upon seeing this, the demons under his command also scattered like birds and beasts.
After all the demons had run away, the Purple Dragon Knight could not help but ask, "What did you show that Pit Fiend that scared him so much?"
"Nothing, just a trivial trick." Zuo Si responded with a smile.
"Soth! Did you sign some kind of agreement with Hell?"
Xinbu was obviously the person in the team who knew Zuo Si best, and he guessed the truth immediately.
"rest assured..."
Just as Zuo Si was about to explain a little, an oppressive figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the street.
He was about four meters tall, with dark red skin and hair, a pair of huge horns on his forehead that curved backwards, and facial features that were quite handsome even by elf standards. He wore an extremely luxurious dark red robe, and one of his hands held a scepter inlaid with a huge ruby.
The moment this figure appeared, all the devils in the bronze fortress seemed to realize something and prostrated themselves on the ground to express their highest respect and obedience to him.
Even Grand Duke Bayer, the first-level lord who was originally staying in the fortress at the center of the concentric circle, was teleported over immediately and knelt on one knee to kiss the footprints he had walked.
Without asking, one would know that this figure was none other than the undisputed Lord of Hell - Asmodeus.
"Soth—I think you owe us all an explanation!"
Xinbu's face was pale at this moment, without a trace of blood left.
Although she was impulsive and irritable, she was definitely not a fool. She could see that the other party was targeting the young man next to her.
"Sorry, I may have to excuse myself for a while now. I will give you a satisfactory explanation later."
After saying this, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to his teammates who had different reactions around him, and slowly walked forward.
The light footsteps of both sides attracted all the creatures in the bronze castle.
When they were less than a meter apart, Asmodeus stopped first and asked in a joyful tone, "My young friend, did you come here specially to sign the agreement?"
"I may disappoint you, but I am not here to sign the agreement. I just happened to pass by." Zuo Si spread his hands with an innocent look.
"Oh? Why don't you sign the agreement as well? It won't take much time to go from here to Nessus, the lowest level of hell, to sign an agreement. Believe me, no matter what the purpose of your trip is, it can better protect your soul." Asmodeus whispered temptingly.
"There are too many people here, I think we should find a place where there are no people to talk. In fact, the reason why I am not in a hurry to sign the agreement is because I have prepared a special gift for the new level of hell that is about to be added, something that has never been heard of or seen in this universe."
After saying this, Zuo Si winked at the Lord of Hell.
Asmodeus said nothing, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
moment!
The two men disappeared from the bronze fortress without a trace.
"Your Excellency! Who was that mortal who just talked to Lord Asmodeus?"
A Pit Hell Demon got up from the ground and asked cautiously.
"How should I know!"
Bayer glared at the other person unhappily, and his heart was filled with anxiety.
Because unlike other level lords, he still maintains the appearance of a pit fiend until now, and has not acquired a unique form.
This means that the will of the plane did not recognize his identity and status as a lord, and it was merely the result of Asmodeus's forced promotion.
The conversation between Zuo Si and the Lord of Hell just now made him realize that Asmodeus was planning some shocking secrets behind the scenes that he was completely unaware of.
What is this secret? Will it pose a threat to me?
What was the content of the agreement mentioned in the conversation between the two? Soon, Bayer turned his attention to Xinbu and his party, quickly put on a friendly look, and said that he would host a banquet to entertain these distinguished guests who came from afar.
Of course, the real purpose was to find out some personal information about Zuo Si.
(End of this chapter)
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