The lower plane should be a collection of all negative words.
Why do devils and demons always want to attack higher planes?
Because the higher plane is paradise in the eyes of these lower plane inhabitants.
The higher plane has inexhaustible resources, so even a penniless beggar can freely enjoy fresh air.
But in the lower planes, you'd have to beat a dog's brain to get a sip of murky water.
Arthur spent 1,000 years building a city in Hell.
The devils living in the city take pride in their identity as 'residents of the Fallen City' every day.
The devils living outside the city force themselves to do things every day in order to gain a chance to live closer to the 'Fallen City'.
The two unfortunate creatures pulling the carriage made a 'thump thump thump' sound as their large feet pounded on the black rock road.
"At first, His Highness suggested paving the city with bricks and stones. Hahaha, at that time, many demons who had never been to the higher planes did not understand."
Claude stroked his chin and said, "What I was worried about back then was whether these bastards would poop and pee on the floor tiles I paid for."
“But, Miss Ellie, look at those devils.” Claude pointed to some devils who were sitting on stools by the street, their eyes filled with malice.
These demons, with their glaucous eyes, warily watched the passersby.
Just then, a devil casually spat on the ground.
As a result, the next second, he was surrounded by a group of burly, fat devils.
A demon boss with a face full of hideous scars pressed the 'Spitting Demon's' head down to the ground with one hand.
Li Aili, who was in the car, couldn't hear what the big shot said.
But Claude, who was in the car, thoughtfully snapped his fingers.
The two big guys pulling the cart started running hard.
Claude was like a perfect tour guide, saying, "The following scenes may not be suitable for viewing."
Li Aili said, "Are those street devils maintaining... the cleanliness of the streets?"
Claude snapped his fingers. "That's right~"
"It's worth mentioning that I never explicitly stipulated that they needed to do this."
“Miss Li Aili,” the devil looked at her earnestly, “the devils described in those books you read in the higher planes, would they do such a thing?”
Would someone do such a thing?
Of course not!
What is the devil?
If you take this question to a higher plane, and randomly grab a three-year-old child on the street, they will all tell you that the devil is a bad guy who only does bad things.
A five-year-old with a rich vocabulary will use all the vicious words he has learned from adults to describe these hellish demons.
Just as minotaurs are always honest and kind, devils must also be ugly, treacherous, and cunning.
In fact, Li Aili had long discovered the characteristics of this world: it liked to impose rules on each race within a framework.
Angels must be righteous, demons and devils must be evil...
but--
Is the devil on the street doing good?
To put it another way, these devils treat the 'Fallen City' as their own home. If someone spits in their own home, the owner would be furious, right?
Clearly, this devil is subtly manipulating himself.
However, he was unaware of the terrifying nature of the 'transformation potion'.
Now, the 'Li Ai Li' facing Cloud is not the human Li Ai Li, but the devil Li Ai Li.
Claude's hidden agenda was laid bare in her eyes.
It wasn't because she used mind-reading abilities to see what the other person was thinking.
Instead, at this moment, Li Ai Li was also secretly plotting how to trick Claude.
So, Li Aili smiled and said with utmost sincerity, "The people in the higher planes are truly wicked to the core!"
The two devils gazed at each other with a knowing look of mutual appreciation in the train carriage.
Claude secretly clenched the ticket in his hand, and the smile in his red eyes suddenly became much more genuine. "Then you are truly a reasonable human being!"
The carriage wheels slowly came to a stop.
The carriage door opened, and Li Aili stepped down from the carriage. Before her eyes was a magic palace made of obsidian.
The pillars supporting the dome were all carved into huge devil statues.
Some of these demons had hideous faces, while others had three heads and six arms. They all had faces that could give a human child nightmares for ten days straight after just one glance.
But in Li Aili's eyes at this moment... in the eyes of this devilish version of Li Aili, these huge statues were simply works of art.
“These statues are so beautiful,” she exclaimed sincerely.
As Claude led the way, his red devil tail couldn't help but sway from side to side.
Despite its lightness, it was still caught by Li Aili.
Claude turned around, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Ellie Li, scrutinizing every micro-expression on her face. "Do you really think so?"
Li Aili looked at the enormous magic pillars that supported the dome.
“I have no reason to lie to you about something like this,” she said calmly.
Claude's tail twitched uncontrollably again. "Cough."
He cleared his throat. "I designed all of these sculptures myself."
Li Aili looked at the devil, who proudly puffed out his chest, with 'surprise'. 'Really? Then you must be a truly outstanding artist!'
The devil's tail was completely out of control, swishing wildly.
"Next, I will show you around our office lobby."
The doors to the Demon Temple's main hall opened.
A giant chandelier made of black crystal.
A smooth, black marble floor.
Black, black, black, it's black inside and out.
The lobby was set up with individual cubicles, much like the goblin bank that Li Aili had once visited.
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