However, as a typical Night City, there is no obvious difference between day and night here.
Because no matter whether it is local residents or foreign visitors, it only takes a short time for them to be deeply attracted by the colorful lights that are almost light pollution, 3D projections, deafening music, and various special service places that are only open at night, which will eventually disrupt their original biological clocks.
Especially sleeping, a very important way of rest in the eyes of mortals, is almost non-existent in the huge cyberpunk city.
People use drugs, bio-modification technology, electronic brains, or upload their consciousness to a virtual world on the Internet to escape this waste of time.
Only spellcasters will calm down and rest for eight hours when they need to restore their spell power. Priests will pray to the gods they serve at specific times to obtain divine spells.
Yes, you read that right.
Due to the widespread application of extremely advanced genetic technology, neural technology, artificial prostheses and visceral technology, people here no longer regard sleep as a necessity in daily life, but instead regard it as a burden that reduces the quality of life.
As for the potential damage that not sleeping could cause to your body and even your brain…
Sorry, no one cares anymore.
After all, in this world of magic and divine arts, it only takes a few gold coins and a few minutes or even seconds to completely repair it.
Can't afford the high price of magic? No problem! There are relatively cheap industrial assembly line products available.
Anyway, body parts and other things can be replaced when they are broken, even the brain, which is the carrier of consciousness, is no exception.
As long as you use a small portion of the saved sleep time to work and earn money, it will be more than enough to pay for replacing body parts and reconstructive surgery.
So on the streets of the huge cyberpunk city, the most common things are various body modifications and prosthetics.
Among them are ordinary people who have to install it for functional needs of life, as well as mercenaries, adventurers, and guild members who install combat modules simply to increase their strength and combat effectiveness.
Some extremely crazy ones even regard the body as a symbol of fragility, and mechanize and electronicize all parts and even the brain, achieving a certain degree of ascension.
But these people had no idea that the reason they were able to complete the full transformation at such a cheap price was actually because their souls had been sent to the torture chamber and squeezed into energy during the operation.
Their so-called "ascension" is actually similar to the Necrons in the Warhammer universe. It is just a virtual personality formed by copied memories. Its essence is not as good as the construct golem.
At least a real elemental creature's soul will be stuffed into the construct.
In addition, the souls from different planes, time and space, and universes gathered here will inevitably bring their culture, habits, food, cooking methods and customs, which will then collide and merge with the local indigenous people - the Baatezu devil, and finally form many very abstract social environments and unspoken rules.
Even adjacent communities feel like they are straddling two completely different worlds.
Compared to the huge cyberpunk city, even the largest immigrant country on earth looks so united.
At least the residents living on the latter's land are all human, and there is no reproductive isolation.
However, the former has more than a million species of intelligent creatures based on gene-based racial divisions, and many of them are mortal enemies of each other.
For any ruler, this can definitely be regarded as sitting on a huge powder keg. Once the contradiction is ignited, it will inevitably lead to severe turmoil, disaster, and even war and massacre.
But the incredible thing is that the huge cyberpunk city has never experienced any form of riot since its establishment.
On the contrary, the open and covert struggles between the gangs, mercenaries, adventurers, politicians, big companies and big conglomerates in the underground world have never stopped.
On several occasions, with the tacit approval of the City Hall and the Lord's Mansion, underground wars involving more than 100,000 people broke out, resolving the irreconcilable conflicts between the two sides in the simplest, most direct and most brutal way.
Therefore, in many cases, the succubus queen Mecanthus, who manages on behalf of Zuo Si, does not need to specifically harvest souls.
The daily population "loss" of this huge city alone is enough to keep the entire level running.
This is why only souls who have reached the ninth level will not feel nervous or anxious, and it is rare to hear of anyone being captured and thrown into a torture chamber to squeeze out their energy.
Because in their eyes, all those guys who evaporated or disappeared are within a relatively "reasonable" range.
It's like when an ordinary person sees a guy who spends his days eating, drinking, gambling, and having sex, has no proper job, and has borrowed a large sum of money that he can't pay back, and suddenly disappears one day, normally they won't feel strange, and won't have any emotional fluctuations.
Because such a terrible lifestyle is enough to make everyone who knows him understand that there will definitely be no good ending for him.
It would be reasonable even if a body was found thrown into a stinking ditch one day.
Because of psychological expectations, people tend to treat things that originally seem very scary with a normal attitude, and then gradually adapt to such a social environment.
This is also the reason why crime and murder rates remain high in many countries and regions, but local residents can still live calmly.
Zuo Si made use of this common mass psychology and established a mechanism called "entrapment" to screen out those souls that were evil enough.
As for those who are not depraved and evil enough, they can continue to enjoy life until their desires are magnified and they can no longer withstand the temptation and begin to try things called "taboos".
At this moment, Hawkeye Clint Barton was standing on the balcony on the top floor of a hotel building, looking down at the spectacular night view in the distance. He raised his head and took a sip from the bottle, then complained in a tired voice, "Damn it! If I continue to stay in this place for another year or two, I don't know if I can leave alive."
"Relax, you've been too nervous lately."
Black Widow was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the mobile terminal in her hand, conducting a comprehensive assessment and scoring of the people she had recently interviewed, and then deciding which ones can be hired and which ones cannot.
As the persons in charge of the "special talents" introduction program, they are the only two people in the Avengers who were ordered to stay permanently.
"Relax? Are you kidding? There are so many temptations, traps, and dangers here that it's hard to count them. You'll fall into them if you're not careful.
Just this afternoon during the interview, three guys tried to psychologically suggest, charm, and mind control me.
On top of that, there were about twenty women trying to take off their clothes in the room and over thirty men suggesting they could satisfy some of my special needs, and I was going fucking crazy.
Especially last time I accidentally drank a glass of spiked wine in a bar, and ended up being like a bull in heat and almost being drained alive by a group of succubi."
Hawkeye was obviously under too much mental pressure, and he began to collapse emotionally when he mentioned his recent experiences.
Because he was mentally unable to adapt to suddenly falling from a top agent and superhero to the bottom of the food chain.
Many spellcasters and creatures with innate spell-like abilities can manipulate it at will if they so choose.
In contrast, the Black Widow, who had long ago thrown dignity out of her mind and relied on her body and beauty to carry out assassinations and steal intelligence, was obviously much better. She asked nonchalantly, "So what? Don't forget, we are in a safe zone now, and no one dares to do anything too extreme.
Otherwise, law enforcement agencies will issue a wanted reward for them.
As for those temptations and traps, as long as you keep a calm mind and treat them as a spice of life, it can be a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.
At least in terms of endurance and the extreme sensory stimulation brought by magic, some races do have more advantages, don't they?"
"Are you also..."
Hawkeye seemed to realize something. He turned around suddenly and stared at Natasha, who was lying on the sofa in black translucent pajamas revealing a good figure. His face was full of shock and disbelief.
Black Widow smiled and held up the thousands of contact numbers on her mobile terminal, and responded meaningfully, "That's right. Although I just wanted to get more useful information from them at the beginning, over time I found that this is indeed a good way to pass the time. And I can also collect intelligence by the way, so why not?"
"Oh my God! You are a lunatic!"
Hawkeye finally understood why his partner always disappeared for a few hours for no apparent reason, and looked very tired and listless when he came back.
But after waking up, she feels exceptionally radiant, and exudes a strong hormonal scent from head to toe.
It turned out that he was out looking for someone to fool around with.
Maybe there will be not just one at a time, but two or even more.
“There’s no need to make a fuss.
You should be well aware that these are all tacitly approved and even encouraged by the People's Federation.
By collecting more information, we can fully understand this city and know what kind of place Battor is.
Most importantly, we need to establish an intelligence channel to be informed in a timely manner of major events that are happening or about to happen.
Otherwise, we will never be able to truly squeeze into this system and become a significant player.”
As she spoke, Black Widow picked up the medicine on the table and put it into her mouth, exclaiming softly, "This is incredible!"
“I suggest you eat less.
Hawkeye glanced at the small gray pills on the table, his eyes revealing strong vigilance and disgust.
Because no matter how good the publicity and advertising are, he still feels that long-term drug use is definitely not a good thing.
The Black Widow gave her old partner a coquettish look and said teasingly with a smile, "Come on, old antique.
SHIELD's experts have conducted inspections and tests, and there is indeed no problem with this drug.
Even many high-ranking officials in the federal government are now taking it to relieve the tremendous pressure from work and social opinion.
You have to learn to trust science.
Compared to this kind of trivial matter, I am more concerned about the rumors that suddenly spread in the past two days."
"Oh? What's that sound?"
Hawkeye quickly changed his previous decadence, and the expression on his face became serious.
Natasha smoothed her half-dried hair, sat up straight and answered solemnly: "I have an informant who suddenly sent me a message a few hours ago.
He said that he heard a rumor that Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, and Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Plane and Prince of Demons, had a fierce quarrel due to unknown reasons.
At present, the huge army of the ninth level has begun to assemble, and lords from several levels have also responded. If things go wrong, it may trigger a civil war that will shake the entire Baator Hell.
If we don’t want to get involved, it’s best to leave for a while and come back when the situation calms down.”
"What? War!
Wasn’t it said before that Lord Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Plane, was the most loyal and closest ally of Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell?
How did they suddenly have a conflict? What did the Human Union say? Did they ask Mr. Soth about the specific situation? "
Hawkeye's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.
He simply couldn't imagine what serious consequences would occur if the Earth was accidentally involved.
“Do you think the Earth and Human Alliance are qualified to participate?
Stop it! With our level of technology and magic, and our insignificant size, what can we do even if we know the truth? Do you think Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, will take us seriously? Anyway, I have already submitted the report, and the attitude of the Human Union is to pretend that nothing happened for the time being.
If a war really breaks out, the only thing the Human Alliance can do is probably to join the Ninth Level camp.
Because we have no right to take sides.
Apart from Lord Soth, there is no other lord of the Hell level who would offer us such generous conditions."
As she said this, Natasha's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.
As her social circle continued to expand, she had learned about the entire situation in Baator from hundreds of lovers.
It can be said that except for the ninth level, the other levels are basically all gloomy, terrifying and despairing real purgatory.
Hard labor, torture, abuse, flogging, and interrogation were all commonplace.
Only the sixth and fourth levels, which are imitating the structure of a huge cyberpunk city, are slightly better.
After all, Grand Duchess Firna and the Demon Queen Gracia are both Zuo Si's staunch allies in hell politics, and are also the two people who have reaped the most benefits.
After figuring out the attitude of most demons towards mortals, anyone who has not been kicked in the head by a donkey will know whose thigh to hold on to.
"Fuck! I hate war, and I hate this feeling of being helpless even more."
Hawkeye cursed under his breath, then threw the empty bottle hard and hit the wall with a clanging sound.
But even though he complained, he still walked into the living room, picked up his mobile terminal and started completing today's work.
In a short while, the two sent out more than four hundred files of mercenaries and adventurers.
About twenty hours later, those who passed the review received employment notices and deposits, and soon traveled to another universe with the help of the connection of the Cave Tree.
Including this time, the Earthling Alliance has recruited a total of 300,000 elite mercenaries who are experienced in combat and are willing to do anything and take any blame for money.
They even easily defeated a coalition force that was several times their size in a simulated exercise.
Only those Astartes warriors who have undergone genetic modification can barely match them.
Such powerful combat capability undoubtedly greatly enhanced the People's League's confidence in launching foreign colonial wars. Various advertisements and political propaganda were overwhelming, and even huge countdown images were placed in the most conspicuous places in many big cities.
Even ordinary civilians were in a frenzy, looking forward to the coming of war.
It seems that as long as we win this war and successfully plunder the enemy's technology, resources and wealth, the lives of the people on Earth will be greatly improved.
But what they don't know is that what the Human Alliance really wants is not resources, technology, or wealth, but the Great Purge and genocide.
As long as all the living aliens on that planet are killed, the huge debt owed to the Hell Bank can be paid off, and even a small profit can be made.
With sufficient soul currency, what kind of technology or resources can't be purchased?
Moreover, modern colonial history has proved more than once that it is simply a pipe dream to maintain long-term rule without large-scale resistance while retaining the indigenous people and enslaving and exploiting them.
If you want to successfully colonize, the only effective way is to kill all the indigenous people.
At most, a few are kept in captivity in "protected areas" for research purposes.
In order to expand the living space of the earthlings, we can only "indulge" these aliens and make "billions" of small sacrifices.
Unknowingly, under the guidance of Zuo Si, the People's League had already moved towards militarism and extreme xenophobia.
It won't be long before they bring a little shock like a moving disaster to other civilizations in the entire Marvel Universe.
Because of the greed and endless desire for souls as currency, wherever the people on Earth pass, all the flames of civilization will be extinguished and all intelligent creatures will be slaughtered without mercy.
If enough time passes, perhaps in some galaxies there will even be legends of "reapers" from deep space.
Every few thousand or even tens of thousands of years, a group of powerful and despairing natural disasters will descend upon the entire galaxy, sweeping across all planets that have given birth to civilization.
No one knows where they come from, and no one knows what their purpose is.
Only a very small number of texts and records left over from ancient civilizations tell of the disasters that once occurred.
Don't think this is a meme or a joke.
If the Earth in the Marvel Universe is given enough time to develop and become the dominant force in the universe, the above situation will definitely happen 100%.
Think back to the brutal genocide of Native Americans by European colonists, the atrocities committed by nations against civilians during the two world wars, and the famines caused by colonists that killed millions or tens of millions of people...
How could a race that is so cruel even to its own kind show mercy to aliens with completely different genes?
Therefore, the human empire in the Warhammer universe is the closest to the attitude of the Earth towards aliens after entering the interstellar age.
Of course, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about the Human League's expedition which had already entered the countdown.
Because under his arrangement, this was a completely "teaching level" without any difficulty, so that the people on Earth could taste the sweetness of colonial plunder and become addicted.
At the moment, Zuo Si is in the huge palace of Maladomini, located on the seventh level of Baator Hell.
The sky here is blood black, and the ground is dotted with ruins and abandoned cities of varying sizes.
之所以会出现如此诡异的景象，原因在于统治该层面的领主——巴尔泽布大公是个强迫症比左思还要严重不知道多少倍的完美主义者。
只要建造的城市有哪怕一丁点瑕疵，他都会在城市完工之后立刻下令所有人前往另外一个地方重新建造。
久而久之，那些原本美轮美奂的城市就这样不断遭到遗弃，最终在时间的洗礼下化为废墟。
为修建城市而开凿的矿坑、矿渣山、含有强酸和盐分的运河就如同伤疤一样遍布整个层面。
不过好在巴尔泽布大公终究还是成功建造了一座令自己感到满意的完美之城——马拉嘉德。
这是一座即便与上层位面相比也丝毫不逊色的美丽城市，完全不像是巴托地狱的风格。
它拥有郁郁葱葱完全对称、一致的笔直林荫大道，两侧雕着精巧却恐怖的鬼脸的喷泉，像长矛一样耸入血黑天空的高塔。
如果仔细观察还会发现所有装饰物和地面的高度、地砖的纹理与缝隙，误差全部都不超过一毫米。
说实话，对于任何外来者而言，马拉嘉德都有资格被称得上是不可思议的奇迹。
很显然，这奇迹的背后正是巴尔泽布原本的亚空神族身份在作祟。
左思严重怀疑对方在堕落的时候被地狱位面的力量强化了守序倾向，所以才会变成一个如此可怕的强迫症完美主义者。
哪怕眼下已经因为上一次的摊牌行动而被阿斯摩蒂尔斯变成了蛞蝓般形态的飞虫领主，行事作风也依旧没有半点改变。
“欢迎你的到来，伟大的魔鬼亲王，巴托地狱中一人之下万人之上的储君。”
巴尔泽布大公率先打破沉默面带微笑的发出了问候。
尽管他已经非常努力的在尝试伪装和维持最基本的礼貌，但眼神中时不时透露出来的嫉妒早就暴露了其内心之中最真实的想法。
要知道这位可不是什么省油的灯，而是在左思到来之前巴托地狱中两大政治集团其中之一的领袖。
另外一个则是第八层的领主——莫菲斯托费利斯。
正是由于这两个家伙的正面冲突导致了巴托地狱历史上最著名的一次内战。
“我也非常荣幸能够见到您，伟大的巴尔泽布大公。”
左思彬彬有礼的单手抚胸略微欠了欠身。
如果不是亲眼所见，恐怕外界根本不会相信两个足以让无数世界感到恐惧、战栗的大魔鬼，居然会以这种宛如贵族一样优雅的方式交谈。
尤其是巴尔泽布大公，虽然身体已经被扭曲变形呈最丑陋的样子，但言谈举止仍旧可以感受到那原本属于亚空神族的骄傲。
简单的相互恭维之后，飞虫领主立刻直奔主题，眯起眼睛小心翼翼的试探道：“如果我没记错的话，你应该很少离开自己的领地，而且曾经不止一次公开表示过对政治没有任何兴趣，对吗？”
左思面带微笑的点了点头：“是的，我的确曾经这样表态过。
但前提是阿斯摩蒂尔斯必须保证尊重我的权力和地位。
这是我们从一开始就达成的协议。
可现在，他显然已经开始忌惮我的力量，害怕我会威胁到他地狱之主的绝对统治权。
所以我认为是时候稍微改变一下态度了。
既然他已经不再尊重我，那我为什么还要认可他作为地狱之主的权威呢？
或者换个说法，我难道就不能取而代之吗？
毕竟就位面意志的青睐而言，我可是并不比他差呢。”
伴随着这番无比露骨的话脱口而出，巴尔泽布大公的脸色在短短几秒钟之内就变了好几次。
要知道之前虽然各个层面领主都有取代阿斯摩蒂尔斯的野心。
可真正有勇气直接说出来的可是一个都没有。
尤其在摊牌行动结束后，就连他都开始畏惧这位魔鬼之王所掌握的权柄。
但转念又一想，左思似乎的确有这样的资格。
首先，左思在加入地狱之后立刻就引发了位面意志的强烈共鸣，甚至是为其专门开辟出一个层面。
这在巴托地狱的历史上绝无仅有。
而且作为魔鬼亲王、地狱储君，左思原本就有继承阿斯摩蒂尔斯位置的资格。
至少两人在权柄上的差距不会太大。
如果左思能成功推翻阿斯摩蒂尔斯的统治，那就意味着地狱之主的位置是可以替换的，这相当于为其他层面领主提供了理论上的依据，以后照着流程走就有很大可能会成功。
“所以你想要得到我的支持？”
巴尔泽布大公沉默了良久之后才终于抛出了最关键的问题。
左思直截了当的点了下头：“没错，我需要你的支持。
而且不光是你，还有格莱西雅、菲尔娜女士、莱维思图斯王子、马曼子爵。
我已经搞定了其中的前两个，希望你能出面搞定后两个。
如此一来，我们就拥有整个巴托地狱超过半数以上的领主。
而且我麾下还有魅魔女王美坎修特，在血战中立下赫赫战功的恐虐天使扎瑞尔。
当这支大军被集结起来的时候，别说是阿斯摩蒂尔斯，就是整个宇宙都要为之颤抖。”
左思故意摆出一副野心勃勃的样子开始给对方画大饼。
如果换成是其他层面领主，或许会害怕这种与阿斯摩蒂尔斯演双簧的行为会导致自己得罪其他层面领主，进而在政治上被孤立。
但他显然一点都不在乎。
因为巴托地狱现如今的局势就是只要左思跟阿斯摩蒂尔斯的关系足够稳固，哪怕其余所有的领主一起造反都没用。
更何况既然是演戏，魔鬼之王肯定早就安排好了结局，根本不会让这些领主察觉到其中的猫腻。
“六位领主的联盟？！”
巴尔泽布大公听到这个数字两眼顿时放光。
正如左思描绘的那样，假如这个联盟真的能成立，那肯定有很大概率能实现推翻阿斯摩蒂尔斯统治的目标。
毫无疑问，他心动了。
因为作为曾经英俊伟岸的亚空神族形象，巴尔泽布大公无比痛恨地狱之主将自己变成眼下这种丑陋恶心的样子。
他曾经尝试过无数的方法和类神力变形，但最终都没办法恢复。
所以唯一能解除这种诅咒变形的就只有让阿斯摩蒂尔斯解除，亦或是干脆换一个新的地狱之主。
很显然，前者绝对是不现实的，所以后者自然就成了最后的希望。
“我需要一个承诺！”
巴尔泽布大公沉思了好几分钟猛地抬起头。
左思当然不可能不知道对方想要什么，立马保证道：“如果我成为了新的地狱之主，就恢复你原本的样子，同时册封你为新的地狱储君、魔鬼亲王。怎么样，这个条件你还满意吗？”
巴尔泽布大公顿时发出一阵刺耳的大笑：“哈哈哈哈！满意！当然满意！ 从现在开始我们就是亲密无间的盟友了。
莱维思图斯王子、马曼子爵的事情你不用操心，我会亲自出面邀请他们加入。
其中莱维思图斯王子与我一样都非常痛恨阿斯摩蒂尔斯，所以邀请他并不是什么困难的事情。
但有个小小的问题。
他跟格莱西雅有些往日的仇怨，如果凑到一起的话保不齐会打起来。”
左思摸着下巴回应道：“关于这一点我会搞定，确保格莱西雅不会在合作期间闹事。”
“那就没问题了。不过我必须提醒你，马曼子爵其实并不可靠。他已经好几次在面对阿斯摩蒂尔斯的时候临阵变卦，是个非常不可靠的家伙。”巴尔泽布大公一脸严肃的叮嘱道。
“马曼子爵之所以会临阵退缩是因为他发现了自己所在阵营与阿斯摩蒂尔斯之间的巨大差距。
但这一次不同。
我所拥有的力量并不比阿斯摩蒂尔斯差多少。
相信身为聪明人的他会做出正确的选择。
不然的话我也不介意用他的脑袋来警告所有意志不坚定的墙头草。”
说罢，左思眼睛里闪烁着危险的光芒，浑身上下散发着骇人的气势。
巴尔泽布大公显然感受到了这一点，不由得嘴角微微上扬：“非常好，我喜欢你现在的眼神和态度。这才是未来地狱之主该有的气势。”
“感谢夸奖。如果没有什么别的事情我就先回去做准备了。”
左思略微欠了欠身很快便启动传送魔法消失在原地。
他前脚刚走，一名当年跟飞虫领主一起堕落的亚空神族立马凑上来询问道：“大公阁下，您真的要加入这场政变吗？我总觉得有什么地方不对劲。”
巴尔泽布大公轻笑着反问：“为什么不呢？ 你要明白这场由索斯掀起的内战，可是自巴托地狱形成以来最有可能推翻阿斯摩蒂尔斯的统治。
而且无论是从层面领主的数量还是军队数量，我们都有巨大的优势。
The most important thing is that even if he failed, Asmodeus would only focus on punishing Thors.
I am only jointly liable and will not be severely punished at all.
You don't have to take huge risks and you can get a very high rate of return.
Isn’t this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?”
"I see. Your wisdom is beyond my reach. Since you have made the decision, I will immediately arrange for someone to go to the fifth level to contact Prince Levistus."
The faces of the fallen Archons were filled with excitement and anticipation.
Because ever since he fell into hell, he has been completely immersed in the pleasure brought by killing, destruction, cruelty and bloodthirstiness and cannot extricate himself.
Even more devilish than the devil in some ways.
This is also why Asmodeus and Zoth both like to tempt angels to fall.
When these guys turn from good to evil, they often develop a religious fanaticism that cannot be described in words.
"No, don't be so hasty. You know, Prince Levistus is currently trapped in a huge block of ice, and many of his men may be spies planted by Asmodeus or other lords. To keep it secret, I'd better go there in person."
As he spoke, Grand Duke Baalzebub shook his huge body and slowly stood up. He moved in a way beyond people's imagination, and finally passed through the portal under the effect of spell-like abilities and disappeared on the spot.
…
On the other side, in the palace of Malborji on the sixth level of Baator.
Gracia and her best friend Philna had just finished a passionate and intimate interaction and were lying naked on the bed, comforting each other.
After several minutes, the former recovered first and reached out to gently stroke the latter's smooth back, teasing in a half-joking tone: "Honey, you seem to be particularly hungry today, don't you?"
"Humph! Aren't you still the same?"
Philna suddenly raised her hand and slapped her best sister hard on the butt.
Then the two of them looked into each other's eyes and burst into almost insane laughter.
"Hahahaha! Yeah, it's all Soth's fault. He never responds to our hints, making us more and more unsatisfied."
"If he didn't have so many lovers and children, I would have suspected that he actually preferred men to women."
"Come on. He may have retained many of his mortal habits and ways of thinking, and he just doesn't like loose women like you and me. You know, my lovely daughter is very favored and can even take on some of the lord's powers."
"Oh? Is it the famous Pleasure Devil Virgin? I heard that Soth hasn't touched her yet."
"Haha, you don't understand. The more this happens, the more interesting it is. According to my investigation, Soth likes to tease women until they are unsatisfied, and then he will take advantage of them when their patience reaches its limit. I have to say, he is really good at playing. Just thinking about the tension, excitement and anticipation of being just one step away from tasting the forbidden fruit makes me feel hot all over."
"You are so shameless that you even don't let your own daughter go."
"Why, are you jealous? You should know that I have a better chance of climbing into Zuo Si's bed than you do. After all, the temptation of mother and daughter together is more attractive than you, the princess of hell."
"Asshole! Looks like I have to teach you a lesson today!"
"Ah!!!! No! Don't touch there! Stop it now!"
…
As the suggestive sounds came from inside the house, the maids and guards guarding the door raised their heads and looked out the window, not daring to make the slightest sound to disturb the pleasure of the two highest-ranking and most distinguished women in Baator.
After all, both Fierna and Gracia are the kind of big devils who can't suppress their desires at all.
The number of demons and mortals killed by the two of them was so large that the corpses could be piled up into a small hill.
In fact, just a few dozen minutes ago, they had been responsible for cleaning up nearly thirty unlucky guys whose life force had been sucked dry and who were only left with one breath.
Just as the battle was in full swing inside and all kinds of seductive moans were heard one after another, Zuo Si's figure suddenly appeared in the corridor at the door.
moment!
All the devils present had embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Fierna and Gracia's followers even reminded their mistress by making loud coughing sounds.
But unfortunately they were so engrossed that they didn't hear it at all.
"How long has this been going on?"
The corner of Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly.
Because this was not the first time he had come across these two female devils comforting each other.
In fact, just two days ago, he even saw the fierce battle scene with his own eyes instead of just hearing the sound like now...
(End of this chapter)