And before the riot was completely ignited, in the hall of the Iron Tower, the Grand Duke of Dispart sat up from his high-backed chair, angry and aware of the sudden rebellion of the demons, about three magic barriers and a steel barrier rose from his eyes, but the steel barrier was immediately broken by a freezing spell, and a fire spell, and then a huge pop fell from the center of the hall to the devil's throne, and the whole hall was shaken, and the shattered black iron brass flew like a blade to every corner, and the magic barrier in front of the Grand Duke trembled violently, stubbornly resisting the double attack brought by roar and magic at the same time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Grand Duke Dispar glanced at them and, without the slightest hesitation, disappeared from his seat, as he had done every time he had met an enemy, and he had handed over the hall and the enemy to his devilish subordinates, as well as the nine golems that surrounded the hall.

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The owner of the Iron Fortress, the master of the second level of hell, Disparter, returned to the depths of the Iron Tower, and behind him were countless guards and traps, he knew that these demons would eventually die, but he was more worried that they did not choose to act in a hurry out of recklessness - demons and demons were enemies of each other, but maintaining a temporary alliance with the enemy was not a rare thing for them.

As soon as he returned to his room, he summoned three demons, who were arguably chosen from among the most trusted demons of the Grand Duke, and who probably had more loyalty and love for the Grand Duke than the Grand Duke's wife, Lilith. So when Lilith suddenly descended into this room, she was confronted with the dangerous sight of the demon and the nail-headed scepter of the Grand Duke of Dispart—but this female devil, who was not inferior to a lust in terms of her flamboyant face and graceful figure, did not care about this at all, just as she would not flinch from the terrifying aura that the nail-headed wand emanated.

"I didn't summon you. Disparter said.

"Yes," said Lilith, the female devil's eyes filled with naked greed and longing, "but I heard you got Ferrek Hill. ”

Disparter moved his scepter in exasperation, "Don't let me know which of your lovers is talking too much," he said half-truthfully, "I'll make their other bulging part a tongue, or vice versa." ”

Lilith laughed, "That is a reward for me, Honorable Archduke," she gasped lowly, and approached Archduke Dispat, "I can almost taste your deep love...... My dear master, my great husband," she said, "may you show me something like that, I have tasted the devil and the devil, and to tell you truth, they are not delicious, but I have never tasted the gods, the Grand Duke, tell me, what kind of taste is that?"

Neither did the Grand Duke of Dispart, the iron box was carefully placed by him in a safe place, but whatever happened would not affect the tower and his place, but a sudden softness welled up in his heart, and a rare emotion made him look sharply at Lilith, who knew that his wife was using her power to bring him to his knees, but an equally vicious thought made him almost unable to refuse—he took the iron box out, but did not open it, "If you can open it," he said, "then you can take your share from it." ”

"You are incredibly generous. Lilith said, but Dispar knew she couldn't open it, rightly speaking, it couldn't be possible until her life was consumed by the curse and stinger on the iron box, but all the arrogant thoughts were completely frozen when he saw Lilith take out a conical dagger that seemed to have no blade and even had slime, and as a devilish archduke, he did not hesitate to cast a powerful spell, but this spell disappeared with a disgusting red light when it touched Lilith, and the Grand Duke roared loudly, but Lilith's dagger had pierced into the iron box, and all the magic and mechanisms on the iron box were damaged by the corrosion of acid, and then the short sword in the iron box fell to the ground with a clatter—a silvery mist suddenly spread through the steel room, and the demons screamed, as the roar of a god pierced their eardrums and brains. Ferrek Hill, or the corrupted Woking's divine power gushing out of the dagger, it seemed to have a body, but the steel barrier of the Grand Duke of Dispart had no way to stop its spread and penetration, and they poured into the nose, ear canal, mouth, and every hole in the Devil's Archduke, rolling through his body and mind. Ironically, in some ways this can also be called a form of possession of divine power, Grand Duke Dispar reaches out to his wife, but Lilith stands as far away as she can, her eyes shining, unwavering as she watches her husband die.

But Lilith's face soon lost its original look of expectation, it was only the embodiment of the Grand Duke of Dispat, not himself, the female devil spat on the cowering and shriveled body, opened the lips that showed a magnificent color, and many tiny bugs flew out of her throat very quickly, and in the blink of an eye the bugs clinged to the dark and dull metal walls, the ceiling and the ground, after Lilith opened the room, a wisp of bugs immediately flew outside, Lilith followed, tightly.

There were double-digit high-ranking demons following her, and there were even six Hellpurgator Demons, which was a bit more than she could bear for Lilith on the second level, but fortunately their masters were not all female demons who betrayed their masters and husbands. Finally in front of them was a miniature temple, surrounded by a continuous river of lava, and several layers of interconnected spells, and overlapping metal walls and heavy doors, but more demons came, and they quickly cracked the spells, and destroyed the walls and doors with elaborate carved runes, the runes did some damage, but to the devils were nothing, in hell, there was never a shortage of waste for temptation and consumption, and they surrounded the temple tightly, like flies covering a piece of honey。 Lilith stared at the flying insects, which she had raised with the blood of Disparter, and who could help Lilith find him wherever he went.

"Aren't the demons here yet?" asked Lilith.

"We're going to take it by surprise and hit with one blow," said one of the devils, "and that's what they say," and then he looked at Lilith with curiosity in his eyes, "Is there anything special about them?"

Lilith didn't answer him, and before the curtain came down on this magnificent show, every devil, or demon, wore a mask, and none of them were worth believing, and what she believed was not their promises, but the benefits they were going to gain from them—just as she began to suspect that Disparter had actually managed to confuse the insects so that they could be transferred to another place that was truly safe, the devils suddenly made a loud noise, and a great force rushed out of the temple, and it was a large number of devils, the reinforcements of Dispat- She screamed, and just as she thought she had been tricked by the devil once more, a bright light rose from behind the devil's reinforcements.

The female devil immediately closed her eyes, but there was still bright red blood in her eyes, and she felt something stirring in the depths of her body, as if she was about to break free from the shackles of skin, bones, and muscles, and she bent down, and a spell inspired by a gem shielded her completely, but the devil beside her was obviously not so lucky, he twisted and swelled in the light, and something sprouted from his wreckage. Lilith knew that this was the fetal sac that the devil had in his body, that is, the seed that every devil gerbated when he was promoted was growing under the impetus of this huge force, if this was in the promotion, maybe it would be a good thing, after all, the promotion would also fail, but what he was accepting now was obviously beyond his limit, and the result was that he ended up becoming a deformed giant maggot, and burst from the inside under the further intensification of power.

Thankfully, the torrent of light finally flowed through after a few breaths, and Lilith looked up cautiously, the hall was in ruins, and the surviving devils were blowing their horns and running around, hoping to find a lord or duke who could speak directly to the Lord of Hell - a power that could only belong to the elect of light in the upper planes, or a messenger, a low-level god, which was an absolute taboo for the upper planes and the bottomless abyss The bloody battle may have to stop for this reason, as the previous time, the demons and the devils may be fighting each other, but if they are facing the upper plane, then they will immediately unite their swords to the outside, unless the outsiders are driven out of the bottomless abyss, they will never stop.

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"Those lowly tower bastards!" Grand Duke Dispar gasped sharply, his scepter, his runes, and most of the protective spells were all damaged and vanished to fight the torrent, "those tower bastards," he said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to make them pay, they did something they shouldn't have done!"

"I promise not. Bugne behind him said.

Grand Duke Dispar jumped up literally, he also had spells, magic gems, runes, but he suddenly guessed that one might make the arrogant Devil Grand Duke suddenly tremble like an inferior demon.

And by this time, the Duke of Eloquence, who had escaped the catastrophe with him, had shed his previous disguise, he had dark skin, about twice as tall as the Grand Duke of Dispat, and of course, as the Grand Duke had guessed, he had six fingers and six toes,

"Grazt. Archduke Disparte cried out in despair.

"It's me. Grazter said contentedly.

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While Grazt was busy dealing with the Grand Duke of Dispart, his steel fortress had been overwhelmed by the frenzy of riots.

Low-level devils have all the viciousness, greed, and cunning of devils, and the only thing they lack may be strength is power, and when the number can almost close this gap, the power of low-level devils becomes terrifying. Under the conscious instigation and organization, they are like a huge army of amazing combat power, knocking down the dwellings and fortresses of the Iron Fortress that are occupied by the henchmen of the Grand Duke of Dispart, and the flesh and blood of those high-ranking devils have undoubtedly become the source of their strength and another reward.

The high-ranking demons are not without the power to resist, but when they use the methods of the past, such as using violent and terrifying spells and killings to make the low-level demons fearful, or trying to lure the more powerful leaders into submission, or letting the lust demons confuse these weak-willed poor creatures, they can only get extremely small rewards. Obviously, they were furious to find out that it was because there were high-ranking demons fighting against them, and these methods were often used by the latter, and it was not difficult to crack or delay them.

However, neither the devil nor the demon had any intention of completely destroying the second level.

Grazt had always been a cautious demon, and so were his men, who left the Iron Fortress when the devil tried to pull up the net.

"May I take a bite?" asked the little devil, no, should I say Osmodoros.

"No, I can't. Grazter said.

"He has eaten a lot of demons," said Osaimo, "and a lot of demons." ”

"Do you have to warn us that there's a devil here?" asked Wayne.

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