An endless stream of demons, innumerable, looking at the past full of red, black or brown strong bodies, the most powerful killing machines in the outer plane at the moment. Feiqi had only had this kind of feeling when he looked at the Bottomless Abyss Demon in a bloody battle, and he didn't expect that the demons of hell could gather such a terrifying number.

Feige thought of the plague of locusts that spread all over the sky, and of the overwhelming storm of sand. Just as before a tsunami the sea retreats into the depths of the sea, now Feige feels something similar. So many demons gathered together, they drained the goodwill and energy of hell, stored in their bodies, and were about to explode.

He looked at Asmodeirs, and the King of Hell looked at him. The two people don't need to be introduced, they already understand each other. When the Demon King wanted to deal with Feiqi, it was the "benchmark" of one hellish world trying to influence the other, and the disturbance on the level of the parallel world sounded the alarm for Feiqi, so he came and waited here. The Demon King is glad that Feige is waiting here, which shows that Feige is qualified to be the enemy of the Demon King, proving that his excitement is based on rational judgment and careful analysis, and is not blind.

However, being qualified to be an opponent does not mean that you have become an opponent, and this devil's army is Feige's qualification exam. The Demon King gathered 90 million demons above the middle level, of which the devils above the horn demon accounted for one-tenth, and there were 9,999 of the only deep hell purgatory. This army is specially designed to suppress the devils of hell, as long as one ninth, it can bulldoze any layer of hell lords' attempts to rebel, this terrible army of devils has been sleeping on the ninth layer of hell, and will only wake up on the orders of the demon king, and Feige is the first devil to stand opposite this complete army.

He reached out and scratched the itch under his neck, then patted his chest, enveloping the body of the Deep Hell Purgatory with a layer of bright golden light. Asmodeirs was a little curious, so he asked, "What is that light, some kind of magic?"

The distance between them was ten kilometers, but they kept an eye on each other, and Feige understood what he was talking about by reading his lips, so he also made a clear lip service and said, "Glowing magic to make it easier for your army to find their targets." ”

"You're confident. Do you think you'll be able to survive this army?"

"War is the easiest thing to do," Fitch said to Asmodeirs, "and fighting your army is nothing compared to changing the world." ”

"Makes sense, I like you," Asmodeirs nodded to Feige, then ordered, "Kill him." ”

So the red moved, rushing to the gold. The earth was shaking, the air was shaking, and the sixth layer of hell thousands of miles above was shaking. "It's not enough, it's not enough. Feiqi shook his head: "Quantity does not necessarily make up for the gap in the level, and no matter how much the meaningless consumption of time accumulates, it is still meaningless." ”

He placed his right hand on his left chest, and the infinite zero runes changed and rose up a gray cloud, faintly, as if gently puffing out a puff of smoke. The demons charged, teleported, and attacked Fitch with their familiar fire, ice, lightning, and acid poison, and the horrors of elemental, flesh, steel, and hell weighed down on Fitch. But all of this was blocked by the almost invisible gray green smoke, which was so isolated that not even the golden light of Feiqi's body could be touched.

This was followed by a wave of spatial fluctuations, like ripples on the surface of a lake, oscillating outward from Feige's center. With one shake, the elemental attack of fire, fire, acid and lightning disintegrated, and with another shake, the demons' metal weapons and armor turned to dust, and with a third shake, the devil's body was sliced into pieces, like a cut of wheat, and fell around Feiqi.

It was a flash of lightning, and though it was three shakings, it was so short that the lightning didn't even reach Feiqi. Space and time are entangled with each other, replacing the laws of time and space in the general sense around the infinite zero runes, which is completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary devils. In the face of this trench of understanding and the use of ability, the number on the battlefield is meaningless.

The devil behind is still advancing, and the devil in front has fallen. Every devil is the embodiment of the power of hell, but also a "deposit", and hell will not let its savings go to waste. Therefore, the devil can be demoted, the devil can be transformed, and some small, weak devils can accumulate and become stronger and stronger devils. Downgrading, Transformation, and Fusion Ascending is a process, and Feige can control the outcome of the process. He pointed to the ground with his left hand, and the fragments of the demons' corpses disappeared immediately, and all the demons he killed were restored, but their direction changed.

They rushed at Asmodeirs' army, and they fought for Feige.

"It's funny that you can reverse loyalty. The Demon King's eyes lit up and he became more interested. It raises its right hand, points its index finger in the air and makes a circle. So, he sent out the legion of the only Hellpurgatory.

Just seconds after the war began, the Demon King sent out the strongest army of demons, and nothing like this had ever happened. Even in the face of the rebellion of the multi-layered lords of hell, even at the most critical moment when the bloody battle hit the Iron City, the Demon King never used this power. The only Deep Hell Purgatory is comparable to a god-like because of its uniqueness and particularity. They open their own realms, such as the kingdom of God possessed by their fellow gods. This is already a little higher than the mere elemental flesh and steel, like deducting two centimeters from a hundred meters, and the rest still can't be filled.

Feige still glowed golden and stood on the slope, watching the demons fight each other. The demons he transformed and sent out formed a solid wall of people, resisting the red torrent of enemies for a moment before being consumed. After that, the devil, led by the one and only deep hell purgatory, rushed up the slope and fell to pieces. All the one hell purgatory can do by giving his life is to shatter a little more beautifully and neatly than the other demons.

"Stand up and fight again. ”

Hell provides a complete system for the resurrection of demons, and Fitch cracks this system with infinite zero runes, modifying a tiny parameter. For Hell, the Demon King is also a part of it, and although his status is higher than that of other lords, he is also essentially a lord. The devils serve one lord, or for another, and it doesn't matter to hell. Similarly, wars between lords are part of hell. Hell has no sympathy in the first place, and only wants stronger, better, and more hellish The devil of Hell will always be on its side.

"It seems that the results are already certain at this time. Asmodeirs pursed his lips, casually tossed the old man's soul to the ground, and then sat back. At the same time, a three-headed Cerberus quickly rushed over and burrowed behind him, dragging the King of Hell with its soft back and becoming his temporary throne. The Demon King took out a flat bottle of brass-colored metal from the pocket of his dress, unscrewed the lid, and enjoyed the scene of war while sipping. The god of mages coughed aside.

Feige saw this scene from afar and snorted. He can also make similar moves to the Demon King, appearing to be very relaxed, thus putting more psychological pressure on the enemy. However, the demon king who was leisurely drinking on the other side was not the main body, and Feige thought that he was not qualified to drink from him across the battlefield, so he stood and watched the demons continue to consume.

Soon, the situation on the battlefield became very stale, and the fighting became more and more fierce, only the demon king who was tasting wine and Feiqi who was standing with his hands in his hands maintained his posture and was not stained by the quagmire of war. The demons rush up, die, get up and die again, and the cycle goes on and on, and the hell throws its heart and soul into them, and the evil feelings of hell keep gathering. Now, the bad feeling has gained substance, forming a thick red cloud that hovers over the battlefield. It wanted to strike at the culprit who had caused such waste, but it was slow to fall.

Feige is blocked by infinite zero runes, and the chance of a curse falling on him becomes zero. Asmodeirs had been in the position of King of Hell long enough to be familiar with avoiding the curse of Hell, and he wouldn't be worried. However, if the curse of Hell is not removed, it will always hang over your head, which is always a tiresome thing, especially if it spoils the art style. Feige didn't want to have this evil, ugly, and angry background in his head.

So, he took a glass vial from his pocket and threw it into battle under Asmodeirs' watchful eye. The glass vial shattered, and the zombie blood plague essentia inside emitted and began to take effect quickly under the effect of the infinite zero rune. This alchemy poison, invented by the war knights, is entirely a weapon of mass destruction for use on the battlefield, which can be used both to win the war and to make the war stalemate. Even the physical fitness of the devil can't resist the zombie blood plague, and on the battlefield, who will tell if every drop of blood splashed contains the zombie blood plague, and who will hide and dodge?

A strange scene began to appear on the battlefield, many devils were killed because their movements became sluggish, and the blood they spurted before they died affected more devils, so there were more and more devils who were slow. Moreover, there is a zombie blood plague in the blood flowing everywhere on the battlefield ground, and even in the smell of blood rising into the air, those flying horned demons, deep hell purgatory, and ice demons are inevitably hit.

From Feige's side outward, the pace of the fight gradually slows down, even stagnates, and the waste of hell slows down and gradually stops. If it weren't wasted but just a power war that could produce results, then hell wouldn't gather bad feelings, and the red cursed cloud overhead would begin to disappear. Feige smiled at Asmodeus, causing it to crush the bottle in his hand.

"You will fail, like all evil. The old man recovered from the wound on his neck, stopped coughing, and said to Asmodeirs. "Feige once said that evil always kills each other......"

"Cannibalism? That's the lie I let out to make the good let their guard down and put their hopes in evil, thus committing the sin of laziness for nothing. Asmodeirs shook his head and glanced at the old man lightly, his contempt palpable. "Tools, you are useless in your words. ”

The old man had never been insulted like this. He leapt from the ground and threw himself at Asmodeirs, his hands spread in the shape of claws, his roar accompanied by the howling wind. Asmodeirs didn't move, but his seat twisted a dog's head, opened his mouth and bit the old man, slamming him back to the ground. Bang! click, click...... Ah Lao exhaled with a headache, and only then did he realize that he had no divine power, and he was using a real body. So he was just an ordinary old human man, and it was his bones that had just been broken, at least ten.

"Take care of him, chew it casually, just leave your head, you can't die anyway. Asmodeirs touched the three Cerberus and stood up. He walked to the battlefield, walked a few steps and suddenly remembered, and then instructed: "Oh, stay away and eat over there." You can't bear that funny paralyzing curse either. ”

The former battlefield has been transformed into a horror sculpture museum, most of the devils are stiff from paralysis, and only a few are still struggling to get out of this terrifying area. Asmodeirs slowly walked across the battlefield, and the devil beside him could only roll his eyes and try to turn his head for help. The Demon King doesn't stop for these tools, he just wants to communicate with Feiqi, whom he recognizes.

On the hillside, Fitch, in the form of the Deep Hell Purgatory, lit a fire, and next to it were a few meat skewers, stuck in the ground with wooden sticks, leaning diagonally against the flames. He carefully controlled the heat with magic, as if making these unknown skewers of meat crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and fragrant all over the body was more important than the visit of the Demon King.

"War is easy for you, it seems to be so. Asmodeirs stopped across the fire. As he spoke, his sharp, straight teeth were exposed, and thick blood could be seen spilling from between his teeth, dripping slowly. He didn't need to hide that what he had just drunk from the bronze bottle was blood, not a self-deluded substitute for alcohol.

"These are all things that I have for another opponent at another time, in another world, and it's a bit off the table. But I thought you'd use my Magic Light Killer Cannon against me, not this brainless tactic of charging upwards with a tabula rasa. ”

"I want to be fair, so I'm going to use this old stuff. Every devil who wants to challenge me faces the same thing, so that I can see who is stronger. ”

"Do you see that?"

"I don't see it. Everyone else is dead, you are the only sample, there is no value for comparison. ”

"Sample...... Aren't you a sample yourself?" Fitch picked up a meat skewer and pointed to Asmodeirs, "If you can't be more polite and speak well, then I don't need to talk to you anymore." ”

"Well, as a devil who can pass the test, you are qualified to ask simple questions. Asmodellus smiled, licked the blood from his teeth with his tongue, and said in a magnetic, moving voice, "Feige, a soul that has stolen the body of the devil, you hide it so deeply. I've seen you before, but I've been deceived by your appearances. In this regard, I have made unforgivable mistakes in the past. ”

"You're wrong about two things. Fitch cocked up two fingers and said, "First, that mistake is not unforgivable. Second, not only did you make mistakes in the past, but you also can't see through my appearance now. Your real body may have that ability, but you can't do it as a doppelganger. ”

"I'm sorry about that. Although you can overcome my army and pass my test, you will end there. You can't beat hell, and you can't beat me. ”

"Words have power in them—I learned that I was in the days of the Contract Demon. Although you are a demon king, you are only a doppelganger, and you have not yet reached the extreme in using the power of words. Feige plucked the skewers from the ground, put them in the pocket he was carrying, and clenched his fists. "I'll tell your true body about your mistakes. It doesn't make sense to know it or not. ”

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