The demons in the siege weapons camp were killed by the demons who came to "support in time", and the place temporarily returned to its previous rhythm. The craftsmen were summoned to repair the trebuchets and anti-aircraft crossbows, and the demons hurried to carry ammunition to replenish their previous consumption. Feige came to the Devil's Cannon and pinched his nose vigorously to make a sad expression.

"This is the weapon you use to attack demons?" Kuldan flapped his wings and flew to Feige's side, reaching out and brushing his hand over the surface of the devil's cannon. The cannon was completely destroyed by the demon, the barrel of the cannon was broken into four pieces, all the runes were smashed into pieces, a layer of yellow-green acid was constantly rusting downward, and the entire bracket was shaking. "Look at it, it can't be repaired until the battle is over. Feige said.

"That's okay. Kuldan waved his hand: "Feiqi, you did a good job here, the previous strong attack disrupted the rhythm of the demons, and the results on the side of the PF war zone will be very fruitful, and there will be your share, which is estimated to be enough for you to advance." If you want to be that kind of devil next, do you want me to guide you?"

Feige shook his head and looked at the ground, as if he was looking in the direction of the ninth layer of hell. "My path has been arranged, I just need to do my job well. I need to ask: what do you think about the offensive effect of the previous weapon?"

"Good! Great good!" Kurdan stretched out his thumb and looked enthusiastic: "Always waiting for the devil to come to the door is simply a waste of our devil's power, a waste of hell's power! Just like a knife, how can it be worth not reaching out and stabbing the enemy to death?"

"If only everybody thought that. Only when the overall victory of Hell increases, and the area of Hell is larger and the influence is greater, then Hell will provide more opportunities for advancement, and the devils will be stronger. Will hell be happy if the power of the demons appears in hell, even if it is always victorious in the end?"

"Yes, yes, that's right. It's like a human coming and slapping me in the face, even if I immediately crush him to death, but the face is still unpleasant! I have to conquer the whole world of that human being!"

"If there is an action to conquer other human worlds, I would also like to participate in it. Although blood battles are important, after all, demons are waste that can only be crushed but cannot be corrupted, and only a world full of souls waiting to fall is sweet. ”

"That's what I thought, too. It is my most important mission to manage adventurers from the outside world in the Blood Dealers' Bazaar, collect information about their homeland from them, and then find a way to open enough passages for the devil's army to enter. "I need to identify those who are more careless and resentful, and those who are more likely to be manipulated," said Kurdan, in a low voice. Such a person should be cultivated with great emphasis so that he will also be concerned about the good of the devil when he returns to his own world. Such...... Hey, hey, hey, those people are more likely to become devil believers, using rituals to open the door and welcome the devil in large numbers. ”

"How's your harvest now?" Feige raised his eyebrows and made an interested look, "After the mission here is completed, I also want to find a world to play with." It's just that the stronger you become, the harder it is to be summoned. Those broken angels only do one boring thing all day long, and that is to prevent the devil from entering. ”

"It's true, it's very difficult to find a safe way to do it – but once you do, the benefits are huge. ”

"I've heard something. Styx shipping has this information, and it is said that a very desperate adventurer sold it - have you heard? The average adventurer will go to the blood bazaar when he comes to Hell, and if he is so desperate, he should try the mercenary path first. ”

"And this kind of thing?" "Hell Purgatory Demon Kurdan touched his chin, "I'll go check it out." ”

After saying that, it flew away, returned to the back of the mercenary formation, and continued to organize those from other worlds to work hard. In this way, Feige became the highest-ranking devil in the siege weapons camp, so he no longer needed to pretend to be busy. He observed the situation on the front line, and found that the demons had begun to push their troops outward, the defeat of the demons was decided, and all that remained was the question of how much they could gain.

Nearly two days have passed since the start of the engagement, and at the current rate of advancement, in about two hours, the trebuchet will be useless because of its excessive range. "Don't relax, do the last support! Use a good trebuchet, don't use a malfunctioning one. If you hit the devil, it will affect your performance. Feige shouted loudly, and the barbed demons shouted in unison.

He tied a demon repellent with a rope of air elementals and pulled it over. "Don't be nervous, I'm not trying to crush you, I'm just trying to ask about something. Feige jerked out the Pit Divine Sword, the blade slashing across the head of the demon accuser, and the whirring sound of breaking through the air was terrifying. As he used the tip of his sword to remove the blood from his fingernails, he asked in a soft voice, "How is the record of the siege weapons camp this time?

"No, no, no. The demon nodded quickly, faster than a chicken pecked rice. "This time the record is very impressive, those few flame explosions ......"

"It's the hellish flames fired by the devil's cannon," Feige chimed in, "write that name clearly, you know?"

"Yes, yes. The infernal flames fired from the devil's cannon caused great damage. We have preliminary statistics that at least 4,000 demons or more of the Berserker have died in the flames, and the impact it has caused on the battlefield is even greater. The rebuke said flatteringly: "My lord, please allow me to congratulate you in advance, the advancement is a sure thing. ”

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad. The accuracy of the statistics has made all the devils in the camp shine, and everyone has played very well!" Feige threw the demon of accusation out, and kept looking at the battlefield with a smile.

After two hours, the trebuchet slowly stopped, and all that remained in the camp was the clanging sound of the craftsmen overhauling. Feige looked left and right, and called the two surviving Barb Demon Captains to his side. "I haven't been addicted to killing, I go to the front line. You two hold the camp and wait to get up the ranks! It's a critical time, you know, don't make a big profit!"

"Yes, Lord Feiqi, we will serve you well after we are promoted!"

"It's right to serve the Demon King and Hell. Fitch spread his wings, jumped off the cliff, and glided to the front line.

He didn't go to the front line to fight, but came to the previous corpse mountain and blood sea. A large number of bad demons have begun to clean up the battlefield, squeezing soul larvae from corpses, taking off weapons and armor, and sorting them into categories. Some are to be used for downgrading (Devils), others are to crush the fertilizer that turns into soul larvae (Demons), and some are to recycle as much equipment as possible to reward those who survive (Mercenaries).

These bad demons who clean up the battlefield are all organized by the PF war zone, and they are guarded by the insidious spike demons, and other demons are not allowed to collect battlefield items privately. As soon as Feige landed, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him. The Spikes don't give a warning, they secretly sharpen their claws, just waiting for Feige to reach for the corpse.

Fei Qi snorted coldly, he knew exactly what these spiked demons were thinking. Corpses can turn into soul larvae, but that's not what they're here for. The shoved corpse changed the landscape, and he watched carefully for a moment before finding his target. It was a slightly jutting rock, about half a man tall, the scorched yellow of the surface had long been stained red with blood, and a soul eater with a huge bat wing happened to fall to his death on the stone.

He walked over, grabbed the corpse of the soul eater, and threw it out. Several of the surrounding spike demons trembled, and they were about to charge but suddenly stopped. Feige didn't hide the loot, he just moved the corpse, which was not a violation of the rules. Whoever attacks the Demon at this time will break the law (attack an ally), and others will rush up and kill the violator.

Cleaning up the corpse from the stone, Feige moved the stone hard, moving it sideways by more than a dozen centimeters. There was a small pit under the stone, and in the pit there was a small black lantern, the red light was weaker than that of a firefly, but it burned steadily in the lantern. A retractable hook can hang the lantern securely on the belt, and the whole is about the size of a palm, and it will not interfere with movement. Feige gently brushed his finger over the lantern, and the runes on its surface lit up, and the arc swam between the runes, and the red shimmer flickered twice, then gradually extinguished.

"You can't take ...... from the battlefield"

"It's my stuff, not trophies. Fitch rested one hand on the hilt of the Pit Excalibur, and with the other he lifted the lantern, the infernal name of "Fitch" engraved underneath. "Don't mind my business, hedgehog!"

He unleashed an evil aura to scare the Spike Demon, then flapped his wings and took off, continuing to fly in the direction of the front line. Spikes spat on the ground, looked at each other, and shook their heads back. Such a strong evil aura means that the demon of desire has the possibility of ascending, and at this time, it is better not to mess with him for what is under the stone on the battlefield - the gains outweigh the losses.

The Soul Trap Lantern is the most important takeaway from Feige's trip to Hell, aside from the Painted Leather Book and the Anti-Paralysis Alchemy Talisman. He improved on the spell rituals from the Painted Leather Book, combined some ideas from the Truth Thunder Goddess Soul Transcendence Circle (Ice Peak Fortress Tower), and used his own magic runes to secretly increase efficiency, and then created it by the mysterious merchant Lynch, the fire dwarf Kazmuk, and Feige himself. The lantern can attract the surrounding spirits (geismos) like a transcendent circle, and then trap them, and the bright spot that glows red is the soul. The water of the river Styx added to the lantern washes away the memories that the soul carries, and then does the work that all souls do when they come to Hell: extract as much soul power as possible until they become an empty shell (standard Hell Invoker).

However, the advanced route designed by the Great Demon King Astimors for the demon in the "Painted Leather Book" is not so simple, the spirit coin is everywhere in hell, and there are various ways to obtain it, so why do you need to design a soul trap ritual to specialize in it? Every member of Hell should contribute to the growth of Hell and its own strength, just like daily work, and the advancement and spirit coins are salary and performance. As for the prize money (hellish favor), it has to be an outstanding contribution.

Completing work outside of one's responsibilities and abilities is called outstanding contribution. Astimors is very cunning, and he turns the process of collecting power from hell into a ritual, which is equivalent to making a small hell outside of hell, but it can only produce soul power, not demons, and cannot grow. To put it simply, Feige's Soul Trap Lantern is a "stand-alone pirate" of Hell, which completes the soul processing work for the genuine Hell, and when the genuine Hell receives these processed souls - because it is the duty of the demon - it will return the favor of Hell.

If the devil has territory, goodwill is stored in the territory. If it doesn't, store it in an Evil Aura, or generate an Evil Aura. Such a good thing is estimated to be wanted by every devil, and the selfish Astimors deliberately misled in the ceremony, so that the original ceremony could only be completed through the sacrifice of murder with his own hands. How can Fei Qi have the kung fu to first arrest people or demons, then perform rituals, and then kill them one by one? This is too difficult and dangerous!

Even the King of the Devil could not have imagined that there would be a demon of lust that could use the ritual of transcendence, which only the priests of the good gods, living angels, and saints could perform. And it would not have thought that someone would actually combine the soul transcendence circle of the good gods with their own devil rituals, so that the soul trap lantern has a three-hundred-meter attraction radius. Souls who have just died in this area will feel attracted, and with the exception of a few souls with great obsessions, most of them will actively burrow into the lantern like moths to the fire. Since this ability only works on souls who have just died, Feige hides it under a large rock on the battlefield. The earth will not delay its work, it will only reduce its area of effect by 20%.

It's a much less laborious job than waiting for a rabbit, and the number of deaths in a bloody battle is terrifying, and the number of souls that can be collected is staggering, even if it's just a corner of the battlefield. What's more, Feige investigated the entire PF theater in advance, not only to find a suitable burial location, but also to find out who and where they fought with the highest record (kills) in the past. He found the place where the blood was heaviest, and also caught up with a big battle. In this operation alone, he gained more than a hundred times the amount of hell he had accumulated by catching demons before!

Feige tapped the lantern lightly, and continued to wander the battlefield, collecting as much as he could. "The demons who killed them in their own territory before had a slightly more hellish impression - this is understandable, after all, they were killed with their own hands. But no matter what, it doesn't feel good to be able to make money by hanging around...... Hey, why did the soul density over here suddenly rise?"

He fixed his gaze and realized that he had already walked to the place where the Hellfire Spell had bombarded. There was no complete corpse to be found here, and apart from the ashes, the severed limbs and arms were already the largest pieces of remains. Here, too, it is difficult for the bad demons to squeeze out the soul larvae, so this has become a tattered place that no one cares about.

The tattered place doesn't have much effect on the soul trap lantern, whether it should be sucked or sucked. Moreover, the most concentrated casualties here were caused by Feiqi's own hands, and Feiqi's mana fluctuations were in the infernal flames fired by the devil's cannon, so these deaths were counted on Feiqi's head, and the favor of Hell should have been more.

"It's more like letting dead spirits claim their lives and then put them in lanterns and turn them into resources...... Good evil, good evil. Fitch was doing some self-reflection as he wandered around the area where the Hellfire had hit, turning all five bombing points.

This act of loitering on the battlefield was completely inconsistent with the passion of the bloody battle, and one of the horned demons stopped him as he led his men to pass by: "Hey, Lust Demon, what are you doing?!, come here, go to the front to fight, or follow me to serve!"

Let the demons serve? Feiqi bowed slightly, then shook his head: "No." I'm the PF Siege Weapons Camp Commander and I'm checking the effectiveness and lethality of my weapons here in order to improve my siege weapons. This is my mission, and I cannot serve you until it is completed, nor do I need to listen to your commands. ”

"Well, you call looking at the ground here a mission? The horned demon waved the long chain with thorns and drew it directly from more than twenty meters away. Feiqi frowned tightly, thinking a lot of things for a moment, but looking at the thousands of devil troops led by the corner demon on the opposite side, he could only grit his teeth and eat this blow.

In just one moment, Feige was pumped out - although there was also an element of acting, the injury was really not light. The suppressive force of the high-level devil on the low-level will cause additional serious injuries, and a large chunk of flesh on Feige's shoulder will be carried away by the barbed chain, and the wound can almost see the bone. And the curse of hell on the chain of thorns is still causing new bleeding states, organizing the self-healing ability of the demons.

"It's a lesson, you don't know what to lift!" the Horned Demon waved his hand and marched forward with his army. There is nothing like killing in the military, and even the inferior demons are not willing to do such a thing as looking at the ash pit.

Feige sat on the floor, tilting his head to examine the massive wound in his shoulder. The Horned Demon's Hell Wound Curse made his Hell Healing Spell useless, and if the deepening damage continued, I am afraid that it would really be fatal!There was a chaotic spell flow all around, so there was no other way at this time - Feige took a handful of soul larvae from the space pouch and placed them on the wounds, crushed them, and then performed Hell Healing. Crushing soul larvae is a very primitive and simple method of sacrifice that enhances all special abilities and spells with an infernal aura. However, it seriously wastes the energy of soul larvae, and the devil will usually feel distressed.

The sacrificial ritual was not affected by the turbulence of mana, so the enhanced Hell overcame the Traumatic Curse, quickly expelled it, and then began to work as a healing. Feige's life and left arm were saved, but as the left-hand sword-wielder, he lacked security as he continued to wander the battlefield. Anyway, the five flame pits have been visited, and the red light of the soul trap lantern has become bright, that is, it is almost full, and it is time to go back.

Although the wings were not injured, it was better to walk back with his shoulders covered and pretending to be seriously wounded. The chaotic flow of spells near the ground has been affecting spells, not only in Hell of Hell, but also in space-related spells like teleportation and summoning. Feige couldn't teleport on the ground, and he didn't want to fly and teleport to the rear in plain sight. So he walked backwards on foot, just past the place where the mercenaries of both sides were fighting.

The mercenaries on the devil's side won, and the survivors can declare it that way anyway. Comrades' and opponent's items are now survivors, and there are rewards for signing a contract with the Devil in the first place. The devil has always been happy to fulfill his promises, and has always maintained a reputation for perfection, so once the situation on the battlefield is settled, money, wealth, and all sorts of other things are handed out on the spot.

Those people suppressed their excitement and excitement, and carefully hid their gains. At this time, each of them had the idea of "I will do what I will do if I have a few more votes". This is normal, after all, people can immediately forget the pain and death around them before, anyway, it is not the pain of the skin. There are also those who have a strong will to leave hell with the profits they get this time, and the devil will not stop them. These people are potential salesmen who can increase the likelihood that more people will make contract deals with the devil. At the same time, their souls have also fallen because of their dealings with the devil - everyone knows that the devil is evil, and it is just as evil to cooperate with the devil, so it is an evil that is done knowingly.

Kuldan sat in the back, squinting at the distribution as it progressed. Servant Demons and Contract Demons are busy with paperwork according to contract records, Barb Demons maintain order, and Bad Demons are busy checking useful things in the pile of corpses. Feige nodded slightly to Kurdan in "respect", and the Deep Hell Purgatory saw his limping injuries and was about to come over to inquire.

A large swarm of flying insects suddenly erupted from the pile of corpses, covering a three-legged and nine-clawed monster that rushed out of the pile of corpses. In just an instant, the inferior demon next to the corpse pile was killed, and the flying insect minced the flesh and sent it to the mouth of the monster's three feet. Immediately afterward, the swarm rushed towards the mercenaries, trying to continue replenishing their nutrition. Maybe it thinks that the devil will want to reduce expenses, so he won't care about the lives and deaths of adventurers in other worlds, right?

"It's a lot of guts!" Kurdan stood up, hellish flames burning all over his body, and raised his hand to a fireball, which he rushed towards in sync. With just a face-to-face effort, the Deep Hell Purgatory rushed into the swarm and let his fireball smash on his back. The fireball exploded, and the waves of fire ignited the swarm, and it grabbed the three-legged and nine-clawed monster and smashed it with its fist.

One fist against nine claws and three legs, the speed is much slower, but the suppression of strength is too terrifying. After only a few rounds of effort, the nine-clawed spider was dying, its claws hanging down, and the Deep Hell Purgatory didn't stop at all.

After smashing the thing completely, Kurdan tossed it in his hand: "Bastards who want to disturb the delivery of the contract in hell should end up like this! Don't worry, letting you work is a very serious matter, and fulfilling the contract is an even more serious matter." Hell's credit is beyond question!"

Regardless of whether the mercenaries were moved or not, Feige didn't anyway. He had been staring at the pile of corpses, not being distracted by the sudden appearance of the monster, so he saw a guy who had pretended to be dead and was now trying to take advantage of the chaos to crawl away from under the corpses. He drew the Pit Excalibur with his right hand, and swung a small thunderbolt to blast the corpse on the man's body accurately, and then immediately sold the guy.

"He's the one who sneaked up!" said Feige, "Don't let that bastard go!"

The Deep Hell Purgatory turned his head, saw it, jumped up, and stepped on it directly. It's rotten.