The Death Maniac left behind only one spoiler-like prophecy and hurried on ahead, not caring about how many doubts Ash had in his mind. He still didn't understand in what form and where the Death Maniac existed. If she could only stay in hell, how could she know what happened to Ash and Sonia in reality? If she wasn't in hell normally, how could she know what was going to happen in hell?

Ash didn't even know whether Death Maniac was his enemy or his companion. If she was an enemy, why did she care so much about him and Sonia? If she was a companion, she was a member of the Final Five, whose ultimate goal was to seize the bodies of Ash and others and be reborn.

Ever since Broken Lake Prison first appeared before his eyes, he had never been able to see this mysterious woman clearly... Even Vichy, as treacherous as it was, and as ancient as the stars, had never been as elusive as her. She always smoked nonchalantly, with the cigarette butts flaming like fireflies flying in the distance that he could not see.

"Death Maniac," Ash asked curiously, "How old are you?"

A minute later, Ash, who was trapped in the snow without any chance to fight back, swore that this was the worst beating he had ever received. Just before the burning cigarette butt was about to burn his eyes, Ash, who was determined not to admit his mistake, lowered his proud head.

But you are the Supreme of Magic, how can you care about such a small matter? Isn't it a bit too childish... Ash naturally didn't dare to say such words. He followed the Death Maniac obediently on the road, passing through the northern land with dancing silver snakes on the mountains, and asked casually: "Are we going to the magician's residence?"

"No." Death Maniac shook his head: "Now there is no magician's base in Fantasy Hell that you can loot. Since the demigods of Black Hell fled to Fantasy Hell a month ago, Fantasy Hell has started a general mobilization. All resource points that can be taken away are taken away, and all bases that can be relocated are relocated. Even the wonders of the bases are not left behind. All personnel and materials are gathered to fight the Forgotten."

Ash was surprised: "Can they...really unite?"

It's not that Ash looks down on the demigod of Hell, but personnel management is different from miracles. Miracles can take effect immediately, but personnel management takes time to melt all interest groups into a whole. What's more, for an alliance involving the redistribution of interests, if there is no absolute consensus and absolute authority, there will be a civil war before the alliance is established.

If you can still use tricks like psychic factions in the human world, in fact, most of the main leaders of the five countries have the foundation of psychic factions, but if you dare to use psychic miracles to control the demigods of hell... If someone can really do this, why didn't he do it before? Is it because he has been in hell for a long time and his chest is itchy and he wants to grow a conscience?

After spending a long time in the magician world, Ash, a half-baked materialist, has a vague understanding: wise men can see the direction of history, great men can guide the trend of history, and saints can stop the wheel of history. These three types of people do exist, and even appear alternately in a staggered manner. So history is like sawing wood, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, but generally developing in depth. If you can't even see the initial ripples of a thing, it means it's far from the time for it to appear.

The Hell regime is just such a thing. Countless talented people have challenged it for thousands and tens of thousands of years, but all of them have failed without exception. How could it be possible for it to emerge in a month? Even the Black Descent Council is a deformed product formed by relying on the special mechanism of the Black Descent Hell, but it is already the largest demigod alliance in Hell.

To be honest, the political atmosphere in the magic world is actually very simple, because in many cases the ruling class does not need to make complex considerations and compromises. Miracles not only guarantee the violence of the regime, but also guarantee the smooth implementation of laws, which can be seen from the blood moon to the stars. For the rulers, the entire country is transparent, there is no fog of war, and there is no bureaucratic internal friction. As long as the policy is correct, good results can be achieved. There is no need for any profound political art.

Perhaps because of this cultural atmosphere, magicians will only accept the rule of high-level magicians, just like angels submit to the Lord God. In hell, everyone is a demigod. If you want me to obey you, can't I run away if I can't beat you? I don't have to eat your rice.

As expected, Death Maniac replied: "Of course they can't unite by themselves, but the four gods and the Supreme Master of Magic are guiding them behind the scenes."

"The gods basically have extended forces in hell, which are mainly concentrated in Fantasy Hell. You can understand that Fantasy Hell is the most likely resource production site in the virtual world. Even the Seventh Heaven cannot compare to it."

"Then doesn't the Lord God indirectly rule Hell?"

"You underestimate the demigods of Hell." Death Maniac sneered, "Let's not talk about other demigods, even if they are the spokespersons of the Lord God in Hell, do you think they are loyal to the monarch of Heaven? Although Wei Xi is a bad person, at least one of her ideas is in line with universal values ​​- she would rather be a wild dog in Hell than a house dog in Heaven."

"The angels are going to hand over the Magic Temple to the Kingdom of Heaven. Although the angels can take it back when they go on missions, once it is handed over, the angels will forever lose the possibility of transforming the Magic Temple into the Kingdom of Heaven, and will never have the chance to have six wings in their lifetime. Magicians who can step into the realm of God are all very proud, and each of them is eyeing the seat at the pinnacle of magic. Who would be willing to give up their future?"

"The spokesperson wants to get as much benefit as possible from the Lord God, the other demigods covet the output of the Lord God's forces, and the Lord God wants to maximize the benefits... No one rules anyone else, and the three parties are just taking what they need. Sometimes the spokesperson will deliberately let other forces attack his warehouse, to wipe out his bad debts and ask the Lord God for more rewards. This is a common occurrence in Hell. Go back and ask Weixi, she must have done a lot of similar things in the past."

Ash understood. He kept the enemy at bay and burned the warehouse with a fire dragon. He didn't expect hell to be so human.

"The greatest significance of the spokesperson force is that as long as the gods of heaven reach a consensus, the spokesperson force can quickly complete the integration and form the largest torrent that sweeps across hell." Death Maniac said: "Just now I said to gather all resources. Do you think the resources that cannot be taken away and the wonders that cannot be moved can be left behind?"

"No." Ash had a glimmer of understanding: "We can't let them have such thoughts."

"Not only that, this is also the best opportunity for the alliance to establish its prestige." Death Maniac said: "Every time they notify a garrison, they destroy the resources that cannot be taken away. They destroy everything along the way, not even sparing wild resource points. In the end, everyone can only fight them wholeheartedly to build a decisive battle defense line. So this moment is the emptiest time in Fantasy Hell. There is no place for you to pick up trash at all."

"No civil war broke out?" Ash was a little surprised: "Is the alliance so powerful that everyone dares to be angry but not speak out?"

"It's a bit of a stretch to rely solely on the spokesperson's power, but this time the ancient kings of the fifth level of hell have also come down." Death Maniac sneered, "Those guys who are so old that their butts are grown on their chairs finally can't sit still anymore."

"Ancient King?"

“Generally, only the oldest demigods live in the fifth level of hell… a group of old immortals who stick together. They have the most gods, master the most magic schools, and build the largest wonders. But like a fat man kept in captivity, they have lost the courage to go further. However, they are called the Ancient Kings because of their seniority and resources. You can think of it as a consolation prize or something like that.” Death Maniac said, “But in this situation where we need to use our power to suppress others, they can play their role to the greatest extent.”

It seems that these ancient kings have offended the Death Maniacs before... Ash asked curiously: "Isn't this a very powerful force? Why do you despise them so much?"

"Because not everyone can become more powerful as they get older." Death Maniac said, "Only the oldest gods like Fanxing can become more powerful as time goes by. Her pride becomes sharper with the passage of time. But the ancient kings are a group of losers who gave up on entering heaven. They cling to that little bit of past glory and have become fossils of hell over the long years."

"You may think that demigods are immortal, but they are not. Demigods also have a lifespan." She said, "When a demigod accepts his fate, he dies. The rest is just a repetition of day after day. Maybe he still thinks he is accumulating and waiting, but even his sharpness has been worn away. Even if the opportunity comes, do he dare to reach out?"

"If a person lives too long, he will forget what he originally looked like, and he will just continue the inertia of the past and pretend that he is still alive. In a sense, Vichy, an ambitious man who never forgets his original intention, is indeed an extremely rare example."

As Ash looked at Si Kuang, he felt that she didn't seem to be criticizing the Ancient King, but rather venting her emotions.

"That is to say," he said, "not only the Fourth Hell, but even the Fifth Hell's fighters have come down to participate in the final battle? This is the final battle... of the Hell Demigods?"

"Yes, if we want to have a final battle, there is no better tactical environment than Fantasy Hell." Death Maniac said: "If we move faster, maybe we can see the last performance of the Demigod of Hell. If we move slower..."

She glanced at Ash and said meaningfully, "Perhaps you can breathe a sigh of relief?"

Ash was stunned, and followed the Death Maniac silently without saying a word.