Like the Temple of Knowledge and the Heart of Spells, it is a place created out of thin air by the gods with the help of the enormous power of faith. Its camp tendency depends on the creator himself and the changes of mortal believers.
These planes and realms are located between the outer planes. They were created by the gods and will naturally collapse with the fall of the corresponding gods.
Especially the Heart of the Spell, which has actually collapsed twice.
The first time was when the first generation magic goddess chose to commit suicide to save the magic network, and the second time was the disaster caused by the second generation magic goddess being hammered to death by the guardian god Heim.
No matter which collapse occurs, it is extremely terrifying for the other gods and petitioners living in that plane. If they are not careful, they may be wiped out.
Fortunately, the Land of Bright Water is a typical place that tends to be neutral, and the gods who build their kingdoms here are mostly peaceful and will not attract overly powerful enemies.
Among them, the Fire-Haired Lady and the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Shuna, who possess powerful divine powers, are the biggest cornerstones for protecting this plane from external intrusion.
But just a few days ago, another goddess living in the Mingshui Realm was suddenly promoted from medium divine power to great divine power.
She was none other than Waukeen, who had just returned to the sight of the gods of Toril.
In particular, the rapid expansion of faith and influence of this goddess of wealth during the rise of northern civilization shocked and disbelieved many gods.
Because before this, no god had ever been able to sweep across such a large area in such a short period of time and make his thoughts and teachings the overwhelming mainstream.
Similarly, the gods also saw how Zuo Si took advantage of the greed inherent in mortals and their yearning for a better life in this process, and helped his allies deliver a divine assist.
At this moment, Waukeen, the goddess of wealth who had just been promoted to a powerful deity, was slowly separating her kingdom from the Realm of Clear Water and moving towards the ninth level of Baator Hell.
Through observation and deep understanding during this period, she has realized that business and wealth are never neutral.
In other words, mortals who engage in these activities and regard them as a lifelong pursuit cannot be neutral or kind.
Basically every one of them is either lawful evil or neutral evil.
Among them, lawful evil accounts for the vast majority, while neutral evil only accounts for a small part.
After all, commercial activities and property security require a strong order as endorsement to be guaranteed.
Only under the protection of order can this group of people enjoy everything that comes with huge wealth and massive resources without restraint.
So after becoming a powerful god, one of the choices Waukin made was to leave the neutral Realm of Clearwater and move his hometown to the ninth level of Baator Hell ruled by Zuo Si.
In this way, she can obtain the blessing of the lawful evil plane, allowing herself to gain greater power in the realm.
Although this decision was once dissuaded by many former allies and even the God of Love and Beauty himself.
But the goddess of wealth was very clear that this was related to future positioning, development and a series of plans, so she decisively chose to go her own way.
When she successfully separated the kingdom from the Realm of Clear Water, many of the gods of Toril who were watching this scene could not help but sigh helplessly.
Especially those gods who tend to be kind and neutral, they all regret that another god with great influence in the material world has fallen into the arms of evil.
But many more gods believed that Waukeen was merely responding to the prayers of a large number of believers and it was no big deal.
Just like that, while the gods were discussing this incident, the goddess of wealth calmly completed the task of splicing her kingdom with the ninth layer of Baator Hell.
When the two huge territories collided and merged, all the devils felt the cheers and excitement from the plane of hell.
After all, this is the place where a goddess with great divine power moves in, which represents a certain tilt of the cosmic rules, and also means the expansion of influence and more souls.
Asmodeus, the lord of hell, personally led a grand welcome ceremony.
Tens of thousands of demons lined up in neat rows, playing music and chanting loudly in praise of Woking. Some of the corny flattery was so appalling that it gave people goose bumps.
In addition, the huge cyberpunk city has also entered carnival mode, with various neon lights and billboards advertising discounts and promotions to welcome the goddess of wealth.
Its power is so great and its impact is so wide that it is no longer limited to Toril.
Instead, it spreads rapidly to other material planes in the universe.
This is one of the reasons why Waukin was able to quickly ascend to a powerful divine power.
The source of her faith is no longer limited to Faerun, but has branches in other material worlds, just like the god of knowledge Oghma.
After the face-to-face connection was completely completed and the entire country gradually stabilized, the goddess, whose whole body was filled with golden light symbolizing wealth, slowly walked out and bowed slightly to Asmodeus, who had been waiting for a long time, with one hand on her chest.
"Hello, great Lord of Hell, I hope my relocation will not cause too much trouble to you and the Hell you rule."
"Hahahaha! How could that be! I can't even say enough to welcome you. It is an honor for all devils, including me, to be favored by a beautiful goddess like you."
Asmodeus laughed and bent down to return the greeting, like a hospitable human noble.
Then, dozens of young lustful lolis flew over with baskets full of golden petals and threw them into the air with great force.
The other demons used their innate magical abilities to create beautiful and spectacular fireworks displays.
There is no doubt that this warm welcome from the Lord of Hell himself made Woking, who already had a good impression of Hell, feel at home.
After all, the most feared thing is comparison.
Think about the humiliating treatment you received from the demons in the Abyss, and then look at the enthusiasm, politeness, and respect shown by the demons in hell right now.
Anyone who is not crazy will choose the latter.
What's more, the reason why Wakoin chose to enter Hell was to form an alliance with the devil and use his power to take revenge on his mortal enemy, Graz'zt, who once humiliated him.
Only by killing "Six Fingers" can she vent the hatred and anger in her heart.
Finally, at the invitation of Asmodeus, the goddess of wealth boarded a luxurious car made entirely of gold and densely inlaid with countless gems, and drove to the center of the cyberpunk city accompanied by a group of demons.
On the ninth level, the castrated oil with no infectious ability has become a very common and widely used cheap energy source, and it is inexhaustible.
Sitting in the soft back seat, Woking looked out the window with interest at the bustling streets on both sides of the road, as well as those intelligent creatures who were pursuing wealth and indulging in pleasure. He asked without turning his head, "How big is this super city now?"
"I'm not sure, but it must be the total area of several Faerun continents combined.
After all, Soth transformed all the souls that descended on this level into residents, rather than sending them directly to torture chambers to extract their energy like in other levels.
Compared with simple and brutal exploitation, he seems to prefer letting these fallen souls continue to sink in desire and increase happy memories through extreme sensory enjoyment.
In this way, when the soul goes through repeated degeneration and sedimentation, it can often squeeze out at least five to ten times more energy than before.
And the process is very fast, often taking only a few months to complete.
Coupled with the large number of mortals who come here for its fame, it won't be long before this city replaces Sigil as the most well-known place in the universe."
Asmodeus pursed his lips and introduced himself with a slightly proud tone.
You have to know that in all levels of Baator Hell, when the souls are squeezed to produce divine energy, the first thing is to "pay taxes" to him.
Following the second level are the lords of various levels, and below them are the nobles at all levels and officials who hold real power. Finally, the remaining ones are the low-level devils who are responsible for conducting business and signing contracts.
Faced with this kind of exploitation and oppression, every low-level devil who wants to be promoted must work with all his strength, accumulating merit and energy bit by bit until he reaches the extremely strict standards.
During this period, you have to constantly flatter your superiors to avoid being framed, and be wary of reports and plots from colleagues.
It can be said that every devil who can stand out from the bottom and climb up is a talent.
Especially those who are sent to the material plane to conduct business may be killed by local righteous people if they are not careful.
Fortunately, this cruel living environment has been greatly alleviated with the expansion and development of huge cyberpunk cities.
Nowadays, low-level demons no longer need to be sent to the material world in large numbers.
All one needs to do is gather in the city and select visitors from the material world, and use their desire for more money to buy goods and services to guide them, so that they will willingly sign their names on the contract to sell their souls.
Not only that, they can even use the newly issued secondary contract to allow the other party to return to the material plane to independently develop offline, and then pass it down from one level to another to form a huge expansion network.
As long as enough downlines are recruited, the uplines can not only gain more wealth, power, social status and authority while alive, but can also be transformed into a more advanced devil form after death.
Thanks to this new policy, many low-level devils completed a magnificent turnaround in a very short period of time and became high-level devils such as hell devils, snake devils, horned devils, burnt offering devils, servant devils, and illusory devils.
In addition, they can also form and join political parties and participate in elections held every once in a while in the cyberpunk city.
Once you obtain a relatively senior position, you will immediately obtain the corresponding intermediate or senior devil forms.
But the disadvantage is that if he loses the next election and is ousted, he will be back to his original position in a moment.
Therefore, the emergence of the ninth level is not just as simple as increasing the number of souls in Baator and the divine energy squeezed out.
It also caused the originally stagnant and strict class barriers to slightly loosen, and countless low-level devils saw the hope of rapid promotion, which in turn stimulated their work enthusiasm and made the entire huge ruling system of hell become active again.
Therefore, the more prosperous this place is, the more it can drive the improvement of hell's overall strength, and the more income and benefits the Lord of Hell can gain from it.
In Asmodeus' opinion, if the lords of other levels could learn some experience and skills in this regard from Zuo Si, then the devils would not need the help of other external forces at all. They could narrow the gap in numbers with the demons of the Abyss by their own development and firmly gain the advantage on the front battlefield of the bloody battle.
As one of the first gods to enter the Ninth Plane, Waukeen could almost be said to have witnessed the rise of this huge city with his own eyes. He was also very aware of its terrifying commercial potential, so after a moment of silence, he smiled and asked tentatively: "If you don't mind, I would like to recruit some believers among the devils, is that okay?"
Asmodeus nodded without hesitation: "Of course.
In fact, we devils also attach great importance to wealth accumulation and business development, and have been committed to building a huge trade network that can accommodate more forces to join.
Whether it is souls, precious metal coins, magic items, gems, or slaves, they can all be used as currency in Baator.
If you and your followers can bring us more souls through trade, then I promise that when you take revenge on Six Fingers, the demons will certainly help you."
"Oh? Is this a promise?"
A golden light shone in Wojin's eyes.
“Yes, that’s a promise.
To be honest, as the forces of Hell continue to expand in the first few layers of the abyss, the day when the bloody battle begins again is not far away.
In this regard, both I, Soth and other lords have a very clear understanding.
At that point, your enemy is the enemy of all devils.
Given the opportunity, we will not hesitate to chop off Graz'zt's head and give it to you as a gift as a token of our friendship."
As he spoke, Asmodeus grinned into an evil, cold, and cruel smile.
Although from a personal standpoint, he actually likes the Dark Lord, whose behavior patterns are very close to those of the devil, and he has even made secret deals with him more than once.
But from the perspective of Hell, Graz'zt's death will undoubtedly break the balance of power among the three giants of the Abyss, allowing Demogorgon and Orcus to no longer worry about interference from a third party and directly go to war for the throne of the strongest demon lord.
By then, the infighting among the demons alone would greatly weaken their power.
The demons can take the opportunity to advance several levels, establish a stable defense line, and slowly digest the occupied territory and resources.
"Then I wish us a happy cooperation!"
Wojin stretched out his right hand very decisively.
"It's a pleasure to work with you!"
Asmodeus also stretched out his right hand and held the goddess's hand tightly, not concealing his inner joy at all.
With the addition of a powerful divine force, he is now full of confidence in the bloody battle that is about to begin again.
Less than half a minute after the covenant was reached, the Goddess of Fortune seemed to suddenly remember something and asked again, "By the way, where is Soth? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Normally, as a lord of the ninth level, he should at least show up by now."
"Unfortunately, he is currently dealing with some troubles regarding the internal political struggles of Hell and cannot be away for the time being."
Asmodeus gave the answer with a half-smile.
"Political struggle within Hell?"
Wakin raised his eyebrows in great surprise.
As the goddess of wealth, she certainly couldn't be unaware of the devils' terrifyingly complex political games and power struggles.
I never expected that Zuo Si would be involved so quickly.
But Asmodeus shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: “Yeah.
After all, as a newly appointed level lord and the crown prince of hell chosen by me, Soth undoubtedly aroused the jealousy and suspicion of the other level lords.
These guys were unwilling to be bullied by a newcomer, so they all wanted to secretly test his quality.
There are also some big devils who want to use him to stand for themselves, so as to defeat their competitors and win the power struggle.
This happens all the time in hell, it's no big deal.
Soth himself understood this and had to take action in response, otherwise he would be seen as weak and vulnerable.
In fact, he has a pretty good plan and knows how to play the game of thrones within the rules.
If we succeed in the end, I believe we won't have to worry too much about provocations from lords of other levels for a long time."
"It sounds like it's going to be troublesome."
Realizing that this was an internal matter among the devils, Woking decisively ended the topic.
Asmodeus maintained an unfathomable smile and escorted the goddess of wealth to the hotel where the banquet was held. He then gave an impassioned speech in public before returning to his own territory.
The moment his figure appeared in the palace, the butler Martinotte, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately took two steps forward and bowed deeply.
“Master, the power struggle on the fourth level has entered the final critical moment.
Nowadays, most of the demons who hold real power at this level have already taken sides.
Only the commander of the last army has not made a clear statement.
His choice will directly determine whether Ms. Fierna can successfully seize power or continue to be suppressed by Grand Duke Bilai and become a puppet in name only."
"Haha, it sounds like everything is going very well, isn't it? Where is Soth right now?"
Asmodeus asked casually as he sat down on a chair.
Martinot answered without hesitation: “He has arrived at the sixth floor ruled by your daughter, Grand Duchess Gracia, not long ago.
Many demons in the outside world are speculating on the purpose of his trip.
But the problem is that there has been no definite news so far.
If nothing unexpected happens, the sixth level is now firmly in its hands using the authorization letter you gave it."
"You mean he is using Gracia's power to influence the fourth plane and force some demons to change sides?"
Asmodeus poured himself a glass of wine and stood in front of the window looking at the magnificent sight of fire rain falling from the sky outside. He looked very relaxed and comfortable, not paying any attention to the political turmoil that was taking place.
"I think that's very likely.
But what is confusing is that Mr. South has not yet made a clear statement on who he supports, and is just waiting to make a move.
It was his series of strange actions that made both sides of the entire fourth level extremely nervous, but they did not dare to make any moves. "
Martinot raised his head, glanced at the Lord of Hell's face, and analyzed it carefully.
As one of the few demons who was fortunate enough to serve Asmodeus at close range, he would never forget that before the Great Reckoning, his master was still as calm as he is now.
In the game of power struggle, no one can match Asmodeus. This is the consensus of most demons in hell.
So Martinot believed that no matter how much trouble his lord made, it could be easily settled as long as his master took action.
It's a pity that the Lord of Hell obviously didn't want to make any explanation. He just stood by the windowsill and drank all the wine in the glass one gulp at a time. He stood there without saying a word, like a sculpture.
…
On the other side, in the huge skull palace of Malborge, the sixth level of hell.
Zuo Si, who maintained the posture of a great devil, was sitting on the throne that originally belonged to the Queen of Lust Demons. He looked down at the messenger who was kneeling in front of him and waiting for a reply nervously, and said: "Please go back and tell Grand Duke Bilaier that the reason I am here is not to do anything to the fourth level.
He was merely carrying out the mission assigned by the Lord of Hell, teaching Grand Duke Gracia the rules of how hell politics works and preventing her from continuing to undermine the mutual trust and cooperation between the lords.
Regarding the power crisis that is erupting at the fourth level, my personal suggestion is that both sides remain calm and restrained, and then resolve the issue through negotiations under the mediation of a third party.
After all, the purge caused by the previous civil war should be enough to make all the lords understand that there would be no good results if they really fought.
Regardless of who wins or loses, they will eventually face the judgment of the great Asmodeus.
Remember, we are lawful and united devils, not those crazy and chaotic demons in the abyss.
Here order and law are sacred rules that cannot be violated.
Anyone who violates it will be severely punished.”
"Understood! I will convey your words to Archduke Biller exactly as they are."
The devil's messenger's mouth twitched slightly, then he bent down, bowed, turned around and walked out under the guidance of the succubus guards.
Judging from the expression on his face, he obviously didn't believe a word of what was just said.
In other words, this is diplomatic nonsense that sounds very correct but has no substantive content at all.
After all, anyone who is not a fool knows that Lord Gracia, who rules the sixth floor, is a close ally of Ms. Filna, so he will definitely support the latter in the power struggle.
As the lord of the ninth level, Zuo Si holds a letter of authorization signed by the Lord of Hell, which can directly deprive Gracia of her power and decide who will be the final winner of this battle.
If he deliberately allowed Gracia to send troops to join the battlefield, then Archduke Biler might be defeated by internal and external forces.
At that time, Ms. Philna, who is the nominal lord, only needs to declare that her father has started a rebellion, and Gracia is the reinforcement she has invited, so she basically does not have to worry too much about being punished too harshly.
Even if he failed, Zuo Si could quickly deprive Gracia of her power, and then pretend to imprison her in the palace for a period of time, shutting up other lords in advance and preventing them from making trouble.
Therefore, Grand Duke Biller is facing tremendous external pressure at the moment.
As time went on, many devils who were originally loyal to him began to waver, and some even secretly passed on information and bet on both sides to avoid being liquidated after the defeat.
After watching the envoy disappear at the end of the palace corridor, Gracia, who had been standing aside pretending to be a good kid for a long time, immediately opened her arms and hugged Zuo Si's neck from behind, posing like a little bird, raised the corners of her mouth and whispered in his ear, "Dear Soth, you are such a sinister and cunning bad guy.
You are still deliberately keeping Bilai in suspense at this time, making him think that you are neutral.
Tell me, when are you going to reveal the truth and end this charade?
You know I can't wait to see the look of fear and despair on his face."
“Don’t worry, I will keep this suspense and mystery until the very last moment.
Imagine if we entered the fourth floor as allies, and then suddenly backstabbed Archduke Bilel when he thought he had won, making him fall just one step away from success. Wouldn't it be more dramatic?
What's more, only by maintaining this state can we gain more benefits from it.
For example, the Pain Gem that the messenger just gave as a gift is a very good treasure."
As he spoke, Zuo Si slowly raised the black crystal in his palm that was emitting a dazzling light.
It is about the size of a date, and is translucent black all over. At first glance, it may be no different from those high-quality black diamonds or black jade.
But in fact, if you get close, you can hear the painful wails and screams coming from the gem.
Ordinary people would start to become dazed after listening to it for a few minutes at most, followed by hysterical madness.
Because this gem is made from the strong emotions left behind by millions of fallen souls before they died, it is truly the raw material that can be used to create evil artifacts.
If it is embedded in a weapon, the weapon will gain a powerful curse effect and cause additional mental damage to the target.
If used to make armor, the armor will gain a similar ability to damage reflection, causing extreme mental pain to anyone who hits the armor.
Since Grand Duke Bilel's research on pain is unrivaled in Baator, only he can create a pain gem of this level.
"I see! No wonder my father asked me to learn from you. It seems that you really have many unique ways to play with people's hearts."
Gracia stuck out her tongue and licked her tempting red lips, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.
Although at the beginning, she was full of resistance to this semi-forced cooperation, and even developed a rebellious mentality and wanted to cause some damage.
But after witnessing with her own eyes how Zuo Si used a series of operations to force the cunning Bilaier to stop all actions and even took the initiative to send messengers to deliver gifts, the Princess of Hell finally realized Asmodeus's painstaking efforts.
Because these skills of using limited means to conduct political games within the rules are exactly what she lacks the most and what she most needs to observe and learn.
So Gracia's attitude made a 180-degree turn. Not only did she actively cooperate, but she also asked her subordinates to completely obey Zuo Si's orders.
Thus, a scene that terrified the lords of other levels of Baator Hell appeared.
With the help of a letter of authorization, Zuo Si easily took control of the sixth level and became the decisive factor in the ownership of power in the fourth level.
Most importantly, everything he has done so far has not violated the laws of Hell, showing that his evil lawful tendencies are more devilish than most devils.
This is completely different from the first-level lord Zariel who liked to do whatever he wanted.
Noticing that the Lust Queen beside him was eager to try, Zuo Si immediately raised a finger and corrected her, "What your father wants you to learn is not how to play with people's hearts or other conspiracies, but how to confront and compete with other lords within the laws and rules.
Your previous actions were too chaotic and did not seem like the behavior of a devil at all.
And do you really think that the little benefits you get from breaking the unspoken rules don't require any price or consequences? The truth is that in the whole hell, except for me and your ally Lady Firna, the other lords have begun to unite to deal with you.
The wise Asmodeus noticed this, so he gave me the authorization letter and asked me to help deal with this matter."
"Don't worry, I've learned my lesson. Am I not seriously learning from you?"
Gracia turned around and walked around from behind the throne to the front, and sat on Zuo Si's thighs with an elegant and seductive movement.
Although she was over three meters tall, she still looked so petite in front of the latter's much larger devil form.
Especially those eyes emitting a strange color, even the snake and scorpion demon standing not far away lowered his head to avoid any direct eye contact.
Because once you come into contact with it, you will immediately feel as if your soul is solidified, and both your thoughts and movements will stop instantly.
Just as Zuo Si was about to get rid of the Hell Princess who kept trying to seduce him and have an intimate relationship with him, a demon guard suddenly walked in from outside, knelt on one knee and reported: "Your Majesty, the great queen, the envoy of Ms. Felna has arrived. May I ask if she can come in?"
"Ms. Fierna's messenger has arrived too? Who is it?"
Gracia stood up abruptly, not bothering to continue playing flirting games, and pursed her lips to reveal a playful smile.
"It was Glamir, the culprit who triggered the powder keg of power struggle in the fourth plane."
The succubus quickly gave a definite answer.
Since the split in the fourth plane has been going on for some time, the demons that are slightly closer to the center of power have already known about the existence of this special demon of pleasure.
Neither her identity nor the forbidden blood flowing in her body is a secret anymore.
The reason why Gramir is still alive and has not been assassinated is entirely because her identity as the ambassador of the Ninth Level has protected her.
Otherwise, if it were any other devil, he would have died countless times.
After all, as long as she dies, the political situation on the fourth floor will ease, and both sides can sit down again to divide power and spheres of influence through negotiations.
"Bring her in."
Gracia's mood was obviously starting to become happy, even excited.
Taking advantage of the moment when the demon guard left, she couldn't help but turn around and ask tentatively: "If I remember correctly, this interesting pleasure demon Glamir should be your secretary, right?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Ah, yes.
To be exact, it was a gift sent by Ms. Filna to express her sincerity.
According to her idea, I would be able to use the blood flowing in Gramir's body to perform a magic ritual at the most critical moment of the power struggle to cast a terrible curse on Archduke Bilel, thereby weakening my father's power.
But I didn't do what she wanted me to do.
After all, Gramil has excellent working ability and is a very good and capable subordinate.
It is not in my interest to have her wasted as a disposable item.”
“Is it just excellent work ability?
I heard that she inherited Firna's beauty and is still a virgin.
Could it be that this makes you feel moved and possessive?"
While saying this, Gracia raised her chin slightly and showed a playful smile.
"Whatever you think, I don't think I need to explain anything about such a trivial matter."
Zuo Si spread his hands nonchalantly and continued to play with the gem of pain in his hand, his mind full of thoughts on what kind of artifact he could process it into.
"You are so boring!"
Seeing that the other party was not fooled at all, Gracia immediately rolled her eyes and felt a strong sense of frustration in her heart.
Because she found that the little tricks she had used before to deal with the third-level lord, Viscount Mamman, were completely useless.
No matter it was seduction, teasing, or a very straightforward invitation, the reaction of the young man in front of her was always so cold and rational, as if he would never be disturbed by other emotions and desires.
After about a few minutes, the succubus guards finally brought Glamir to the palace hall.
From the tired expression on the latter's face and the nervousness revealed in his every move, it is not difficult to tell that this pleasure fiend has been having a pretty bad time recently.
Whether it was the pressure and danger from the outside world or the coercion from her biological mother, she felt exhausted and even wanted to escape back to the ninth level and hide.
Unfortunately, like most of the demons in Baator, Glamir is just a pawn and has no choice at all. He can only grit his teeth and continue moving forward on the road full of dangers.
The moment she saw Zuo Si sitting on the throne, she took a deep breath, knelt down and reported: "Lord, according to your request, I have completed my work. Do you have any other instructions?"
Zuo Si shook his head very decisively: "No, you did a great job. I will give you the reward you deserve later. Next is Gracia's performance time. By the way, Ms. Felna sent you here, is there anything you want to say?"
"My mother asked me to tell you that she hopes to chop off her father's head with her own hands to ensure that there will never be any turmoil in the power of the fourth plane again."
There was a hint of nervousness in Glamiel's voice.
After all, Grand Duke Biler is not only Firna's father, but also her father.
She was not mentally prepared to face this kind of "loving father and filial daughter" scene.
No one knows what the fourth level will become after Archduke Biler is killed.
Zuo Si undoubtedly sensed this uneasiness, wondering whether he would be besieged by demons who were clearly loyal to Archduke Biller and eventually become a victim of this power struggle.
Just when he was about to appease the secretary of Joy Demon, Gracia suddenly started laughing like a madman, clapping her hands and praising, "Hahahaha! Philna finally got it.
If she had listened to me earlier and secretly recruited my men to find an opportunity to kill Bilaier, she would have successfully seized control of the fourth floor long ago, and there would be no need for the current situation.
Fortunately, it's not too late to wake up.
Soth, I think it's time to take action and put this to rest.
Otherwise, the longer the time drags on, the greater the probability that other lords will choose to join in.
Especially Mammon, because he was the first to abandon the alliance and surrender to his father during the last purge, he completely lost the trust of other lords and has been actively looking for and cultivating new allies.
The power struggle on the fourth floor is definitely a rare opportunity for this guy."
"In that case, go gather your troops.
Try to make as much noise as possible so that everyone will know.
As for you…"
At this point, Zuo Si suddenly paused, stood up and walked straight to Gramir, stretched out his dragon-like claws to gently stroke the beautiful and delicate face of this pleasure demon, and whispered in his ear: "You can go directly to Grand Duke Bilai and tell him that you actually like him as a father more than your mean mother.
Most importantly, tell him you have succeeded in convincing me.
Later I will order Gracia to gather the army and prepare to attack Firna.
When Archduke Pierre hears this news, he will certainly be happy to accept the surrender of your own daughter."
"But...but if I'm exposed in the end, I'll die!"
Gramir raised his head and revealed a pair of eyes filled with fear and despair.
“No, it won’t.
Believe me, this just gives you a chance to enjoy the wonderful performance up close, there is no danger.
Don't ever forget, you are mine.
And I have no intention of replacing the lord's secretary for the time being.
So go ahead and feel free to feel the madness and heat brought by power, and understand the deepest essence of hell politics.
Because I have high expectations of you."
After saying that, Zuo Si lowered his head and gently kissed the Joy Demon on the forehead.
moment!
Gramir seemed to understand something, and quickly regained his composure, showing his usual shrewd and capable appearance. He picked up the huge claws of Zuo Si's devil form and kissed them affectionately.
"I swear, I won't let you down."
After saying this, she stood up and resolutely left the Skull Palace, casting a teleportation magic to go to the fourth floor to complete her final work.
Gracia watched the whole process with great interest and learned some techniques on how to manage subordinates.
You have to know that she had previously treated her subordinates either by being evil and cruel, or by generously rewarding them, so she was immediately filled with a strong interest in Zuo Si's mental manipulation, which was obviously at a high level.
At this moment, the Princess of Hell no longer rejected the teacher arranged by her father. Instead, she couldn't wait to dig out more useful knowledge and experience from him in order to make up for the huge gap between herself and those veteran lords.
Following Gracia's order, all the demons on the sixth level were quickly mobilized, forming one formidable and powerful army after another.
And her unconcealed action also triggered a series of chain reactions...
(End of this chapter)
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