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 inducement.
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.
如果光从外形上来看，它毫无疑问就是个浮空城的动力源——密瑟拉之核。
但不一样的地方在于，这玩意似乎在从天空坠落的时候摔坏了，而且还不小心吸收了阴影魔网的能量。
亦或是当时的奥术师们想要把浮空城转移到阴影位面去，结果才刚刚完成核心部分的连接，浮空城就狠狠地砸在了地上。
为了确认自己的猜想，左思控制着戴维安的身体径直走到【暗影能核】旁边，伸出手去触摸冰冷的外壁。
瞬间！
一股惊人的能量从裂缝中涌出，同时还伴随着不稳定的剧烈震荡。
幸好戴维安的身体里已经有了一个正在进行自我燃烧的火花，所以很快便将这股能量吸入进来，避免了可能造成的爆炸，以及混乱魔法波动。
就在左思准备把手收回来的时候，突然听到一阵诡异的低语在耳边响起。
“杀——杀——杀！杀光所有活着的东西！”
“黑暗必将降临！世界会重新回归到万物复苏之前的寂静！”
“能量！给我你的能量！我要吸干你！”
由于这些声音都在使用一种极为古老且生涩的语言，而且极为模糊、混杂着一些令人毛骨悚然的嘶吼，因此即便是拥有丰富知识储备的左思，也只能听懂其中极少的一部分。
而且他自己都没有察觉到，当这些低语混杂着能量涌入身体后，戴维安的右手已经完全被一股黑色的有形物质包裹，隐约之间还能看到三双眼睛。
其中一双极度疯狂，另外一双则透露着阴冷与黑暗，最后一双则是赤裸裸的贪婪。
那恐怖的景象，立刻引起了小队其他人的警惕。
同为魔法女神选民的欣布更是猛然间释放出一团银火，直接将左思控制的戴维安从【暗影能核】旁边击退，紧跟着大声询问道：“喂！伱没事吧？”
此时此刻，左思也终于回过神来，看着已经恢复原状的手臂，立刻装出一副没事人一样回应道：“感谢关心，我很好，只是单纯对这玩意产生的庞大能量产生了兴趣而已。”
“你确定？我们刚才可是看到了你身上有好几双眼睛在闪烁呢。”
欣布显然不太相信这番说辞。
“呵呵，别担心，不过是一点微不足道的小麻烦，我还能应付。”
说完这句话，左思便不在理会其他人的反应，掏出手提箱把【暗影能核】整个塞了进去。
透过刚才的不同寻常的低语，他基本可以确定这颗能量核心内部肯定还隐藏着某些自己不知道的秘密。
不过眼下深渊之行在即，显然不是进行深入的时候。
所以当装好之后，左思便直接使用传送魔法，将箱子转移到阿斯卡特拉高塔内，随后冲萨朗达·欧连姆点了下头，示意自己已经准备好了。
后者连一句废话都没有，立刻让花费重金请来的高阶法师开启了一道通往地狱第一层阿弗纳斯的传送门。
确切地说，是通往青铜堡垒的传送门。
这里是血战的前线，同时也是魔鬼大军和来自其他位面倾向守序阵营生物聚集的场所。
跟许多人想象中的戒备森严不同，它更接近于一个“国际化”的超级要塞城市。
这里有无数通往其他位面的传送门。
魔鬼们通过他们巧舌如簧的诡辩跟充满煽动性的演讲，不断拉拢盟友前来帮助自己加入对抗恶魔的行列。
萨朗达·欧连姆小心翼翼从怀中取出一块刻有散发着邪恶气息的卷轴，交到风暴女王欣布的手上，低声叮嘱道：“这是我们想方设法跟地狱第一层领主拜尔大公达成的协议。
有了这份协议，你们不必履行血战的义务，可以直接绕开主战场前往万渊平原。
不过还是要格外小心，因为我不确定这里边是否有什么不为人知的秘密、陷阱或者可以钻的漏洞。
抵达青铜堡垒后，千万不要跟那些魔鬼签署任何协议，更不要加入任何一支队伍。”
“知道了，我们可不是那些第一次前往地狱的菜鸟，知道该怎么做。更何况……我们中的某个人可能要比大多数魔鬼都更加狡诈和危险。”
在说这番话的时候，欣布用眼角的余光瞥了一眼左思，言下之意不言而喻。
就这样，除了尚未加入队伍的半恶魔盗贼，其余小队成员纷纷跨过传送门抵达了位于另外一边的青铜堡垒。
如同名字一样，这里几乎完全使用青铜为基本材料打造起来的超级要塞，占地面积超过一百平方公里。
如果从高空看，可以看到十二个同心圆的巨型城墙，每一座城墙都高达上百米、上边树立着威力惊人的战争机器。
数不清的劣魔、小魔鬼、灵魂之壳以苦工的身份，日夜不停的对其进行建造、修补和维护。
正要被派往血战战场的低级魔鬼军团，在高阶魔鬼的统御和率领下，源源不断从城门出发，加入这场生还率低到吓人的血肉磨盘中去。
有人曾经统计过，每一万个被送往血战的魔鬼中，只有不到一百个能从初次战斗中活下来。
而第二次前往血战的生还率则会骤然将至五个甚至更少。
所以凡是能从那残酷且永不停歇战争中活下来的魔鬼，无一例外都会受到提拔，完成从事其他工作可能需要几十年乃至上百年才能得到的晋升。
连战损比一直都占尽优势的魔鬼都是如此，混乱的恶魔那边就更不用说了。
一旦上了血战战场，就连深渊领主都不敢保证自己能活下来。
如此恐怖的战争烈度，如果换成凡人种族恐怕早就已经崩溃了。
可对于恶魔和魔鬼而言，这已经成为了他们生活中不可或缺的一部分，就好像呼吸一样平常。
在众人刚刚踏上地狱的土地刹那，一名正在招募炮灰的深狱炼魔突然从远处飞了过来，用那双充满玩味的眼睛打量着小队成员，足足过了一分钟才开口说道：“有趣！真是有趣！一群神祇的选民居然来到了青铜堡垒。如果不介意的话，能告诉我你们的目的吗？”
“我们跟拜尔公爵有协议，你最好不要打什么歪的主意。”
欣布一边发出警告，一边将手中的羊皮纸卷轴递了过去。
虽然在许多凡人的眼中，像深狱炼魔这样的顶级魔鬼，绝对是不可战胜的存在。
可在这只专门为前往三重领域营救财富女神渥金的队伍面前，充其量也只是个小麻烦而已。
随便站出来一个人都能轻而易举把他玩到求生不得、求死不能。
其中战神坦帕斯的选民兼传奇战士——奎尔，更是毫不客气的拔出了背在身后的黑色双手巨剑，眼神中透露出一种随时都有可能大开杀戒的嗜血光芒。
深狱炼魔脸色瞬间大变，立刻招呼过来一堆低级魔鬼挡在自己身前，小心翼翼摊开卷轴逐字逐句查看着上边的条款。
当全部看完之后，他立刻抿起嘴角浮现出玩味的笑容，用略带夸张的语气说道：“啊！原来你们都是拜尔大公阁下邀请的客人，请允许我为自己刚才的无礼而道歉。
不过这份协议虽然明确指出你们无需履行参加血战的义务，但却并没有说明你们可以逃避为多元宇宙的秩序贡献一份力量。
根据地狱法典最新颁布的第四十五万三千六百二十九条，其中第十六章节、二十四小节中的记载，所有想要借道青铜堡垒前往其他地方的人，都必须做点什么或是完成一项任务，才能自由离开。
所以……
我奉劝你们最好不要抗拒。
因为这里可是青铜城堡，就算你们实力强大能杀了我和我的手下，还能杀死盘踞在这里数以千计、的深狱炼魔和其他高阶魔鬼吗？”
“该死！我就知道那份协议没什么用处。”
欣布忍不住低声咒骂了一句。
“不如交给我来解决如何？”
奎尔全身上下的肌肉开始绷紧、充血，某种无形的能量正在他的身体留流淌，使其眼睛呈现出血红一样的颜色。
就在他即将要冲出去的刹那，紫龙骑士博妮塔拦住了他，并郑重其事的告诫道：“别在这里动手，不然我们会被数不清的魔鬼淹没。”
“那你说怎么办？”
奎尔没好气的翻了个白眼，但还是收起了武器。
“这种情况当然是要谈判。”
说着，博妮塔走到队伍的最前列，直截了当质问深狱炼魔：“你究竟想要我们干什么？”
“呵呵，当然是请你们帮忙解决一群正在青铜城堡东南方向，不断猎杀和破坏后勤补给线的恶魔精锐。
这群混蛋已经在十天之内，杀死了整整一千五百名从其他地方赶来支援前线的魔鬼援军。
同时还毁掉了可以装备一万人军队的武器和铠甲。
拜尔公爵前不久刚刚发布悬赏令，谁能解决掉他们，谁就能获得提拔，成为整个后勤部门的负责人。
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 indirectly.
(End of this chapter)