"The audience kept entering the venue..."

But Balzefen didn't notice that the horned demon Rachel, who had been following it, had a timid look in her eyes at this time. △↗,.

For Relin, this old nest of Berusebab is also full of dangers.

Although he had gained allegiance from Azrok, the other party was only guarding the periphery of the tower and had no chance to enter.

If you want to fully explore the lair of this hell lord, you don’t even think about it without the lives of hundreds of high-level devils or the sacrifices of many sacrificial demons.

Naturally, Lei Lin didn't want to give his hands a big purge, and at the same time he wanted to lure out the pretenders in the secret, so he kept hiding his identity and followed Balzefen into the tower.

Unfortunately, what I can imagine is that Balzefen's approach this time will definitely cause a series of chain reactions, breaking the originally balanced situation.

Especially the Eight Demon Generals represented by the other party, and Asmotiels behind him, will definitely become the target of public criticism!

Moreover, it is obviously a very good idea to use the power of other devils to explore the entire iron tower for him.

...

Hell's ninth floor, Nethers.

There are deep gullies and canyons everywhere, and they are made up of large areas of lifeless stones.

It seems that these seemingly cut landforms should have originated from a big explosion or a battle of the gods, but now no one can know the truth.

In a canyon with incredible depth and width, a hell fortress named Malshem stands here with its dark, noble, purgatory beauty. This fortress is extremely huge, several miles above the plain. The width and breadth are also beyond the imagination of all the devils.

More than one million devils live in the castle, and according to the declaration of a devil's conspiracy, these devils will suddenly emerge one day, flooding the entire Bathor Hell, and taking control of the entire hell for Asmotiels!

"Ah...Malshem, how beautiful it is! It makes me want to have her, touching every inch of her skin affectionately..."

A voice filled with greed suddenly sounded from the void. Then a devil's figure emerged.

It has a human torso and arms, and a huge poisonous snake in its lower body, holding a harpoon-like weapon in its hand, and its triangular eyes were full of greed at this moment.

This is Mamon! The Lord of the Third Level of Hell! Control the Rules of Greed! He is also one of the eight Lords of Hell, standing at the highest level of all the devils!

"Mamon! Long time no see. My old friend! It's been five hundred years since we last met? I remember it was in the city of Minauros..."

An illusory devil emerged from the top of Malshem, and it looked like an old devil with meticulously combed black hair, a black goatee, and fire-breathing eyes. He was greeting Mamon politely, as if he had met a friend he had not met for a long time.

"I'm disgusted by your hypocrisy, Asmotiels!"

Another voice came, and another hell lord appeared next to Mamon, and the hot flames wrapped around it. It seemed to turn into endless anger, which could burn everything in the world.

It is also it that calls out the identity of this old devil!

This old devil who appeared above Malshem is the legendary king of the nine-level hell! Asmotiels, the nominal master of Barto Hell!

"Oh! It's Samar! You're still so angry..."

Asmothils seemed to have not realized the powerful power of Samar, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

"When will you dare to abandon this image and face us with your true self?"

White snowflakes fell and instantly frozen a large area of ​​the canyon. A devil who had mastered the extreme cold walked out, looking at Asmotiels fearlessly. He felt a sense of coldness and pride.

"Oh! It turns out that there is Levithus! Ahem... sorry... With my physical injury, it would be amazing to be able to appear in this image..."

At this moment, Asmotiels' pale face had a few more blushing, and he looked like an old man about to die of illness.

According to rumors, the Nine-level Lord of Hell was seriously injured on the body. The current image is just a high-level projection or incarnation.

Even so, Asmotiels' power is the strongest among the many hell lords!

If a devil sees this scene at this time, he may be so surprised that he can't speak.

Mamon who controls the third level of hell, Samar who is in the fourth level of hell, Levithus who is in the fifth level of hell, and Asmotiels, the original owner of the ninth level of hell, appeared here together!

Since the last time a cruel bloody battle broke through several layers of abyss, and even burned the war to the conspiracy between the main material world and the Kingdom of God, the lords of hell have rarely met.

And now, even if they are conspiring to subvert the world, I'm afraid someone will believe it.

Can there be any good things if several hell lords gather together?

"Ahem...what, what's wrong with those who gather here?"

Asmothils took out a pair of reading glasses and began to read a thick parchment book in his hand.

The black seal and the hell flames above make the whole book look extremely evil.

And the parchment paper inside all represents evil contracts!

"Of course it's for the second floor Diss plane and the Berusebabu thing!"

Mamon, who was a man with a snake tail, spoke first: "The appointment of a hell lord, even if the remaining seven of us gather together, it is impossible to decide to form a coalition meeting!"

"Is that right?" A poisonous insect crawled out of Asmotiels' goatee and was grabbed and swallowed by it.

"But... in the previous oath contract of our alliance, you don't seem to think so..."

Asmothils turned to a certain page of the contract and pointed to the above article, "How is it? Do I need me to read it and explain it to you?"

"That's just when a certain lord cannot perform his or her mission, you have the power to assist, and it's temporary!"

Samar growled angrily.

"But...as the king of the nine levels of hell! Well...even if it is just nominally, it is my responsibility to maintain hell stability and maintain order..."

Asmothils defended.

"Even so, it doesn't mean that you can take advantage of the situation and promulgate the appointment of the second-level lord, not to mention that the target is the Eight Demon Generals, the kind of existence without any authority..."

Levithus mocked.

"Even if it's just a devil in the deep sacrificial world, if the other party can ensure the order of the second level of hell, it's okay to give a little reward..."

Asmothils is still holding on.

"I only saw them conspiring and destruction over there!" The flames on Samar's body suddenly became violent.

"The only one who can maintain the real stability of Diss is the gluttony king Berusebab, who inherited the authority of hell! Who knows its whereabouts?"

There was greed in Mamon's eyes.

"It is said that it hid in the main material plane after a severe injury. One of my believers once found the traces of the other party on the surface, and seemed to have been in an interesting disguise..."

Asmothils said casually, as if it was no secret at all.

This calmness and generosity actually made the other three hell lords a little confused.

"What do you want to do?" After a long silence, Levithus interrupted the silence.

"I should ask you this!" Asmotiels's face was full of innocence: "What are you doing for a sudden arrival at my house and blocking my door?"

"Of course it's for the stability of hell, and you can't interfere in the Dist plane!"

Samar yelled.

Although Asmotiels is recognized as the strongest and most mysterious among the eight hell lords, the gap between them is not that big.

Although Asmotiels is indeed the strongest among the devils, there are even rumors that if it weren't for the serious injury on it, it would have been able to unify hell long ago!

But in fact, its current power can defeat one hell lord at most, but it will never be able to kill the opponent. Even if the two hell lords join forces, they can steadily suppress Asmotiels.

Therefore, there are now three hell lords who unite, and they can confirm that the other party is at absolute weakness.

"Give up! The Countess of the Ghost Witch will not help you, while Belupeolu stays in Maradomini forever, and is too lazy to come out and will not forcefully intervene. As for Mephistopheles, even if you can help it, you are still at a disadvantage in quantity. Even if you launch a referendum on the Hell Lords League, there is no chance of winning unless you are willing to buy us, but I am looking forward to the price you can pay..."

Mameng looked at Malshem up and down: "If you give Malshem to me, I might consider it, really! Guaranteed with the honor of the Lord of Hell!"

"It seems that I really don't have any chance of winning..."

Asmotiels shook his hand helplessly: "Well, as per the covenant, I will stay in Nethers and never go anywhere! But Dis does need an agent, so how about we sign an agreement?"
Chapter completed!