Steel City Dis, the name, is only used by outsiders.

For the natives of the second level of Bato's Hell, this is not a dis, just a city. It doesn't have a name, and it doesn't need a name to distinguish it from other cities. There is only one city in the second level of Bato, and there are no other settlements that can be compared to it. It may not be able to circumnavigate this huge city in the life of a Butterz devil.

The city was very old, much older than the humans of the main material plane and their cities, and the oldest part of it was undoubtedly the rust-red steel fortress perched on the hills. It is so magnificent that the vast majority of the peaks of the main material plane cannot be matched. Its steel walls were tall and thousands of feet wide, and its interior was a labyrinth of countless storage rooms, cloisters, weapons depots, and barracks. The lord of the devils, the lord of Bato's second tier, is located behind the walls of the Iron Grand Duke Dispat's bedchamber.

Long before the blue sun shone in the sky over Attas, the city of steel had a long history. Before the power of magic was recognized by the people of Attas, it was already expanding. However, walking inside this huge city, it is rare to feel the vicissitudes of history. All you can see is the endless stretch of low red vaults, the tiny buildings made of rusty iron that look like a rash covering the hills, and the houses are dark and suffocating, cramped and plainly furnished.

Its streets zigzag like long broken snakes between rust-red steel towers and pavilions. Red is the base color here, but it doesn't mean that all buildings are red. For example, the jumbled huts huddled at the foot of the steel towers and fortresses were mostly patched with iron plates, like patches of cloth. The metal patches are silvery-gray, black, yellow, or greenish.

Most of the Iron City is alive and dusty, despite the scorching heat of Batto's non-sun. The cramped neighborhood is thriving, and black smoke curls up. The Devil of Barthez is an energetic creature who always covets a higher status and always ruthlessly squeezes a being of a lower status than himself. Bad alleys and arches chase each other as sweaty Barthez craftsmen tinker with steel bridges and minarets.

As a plane of order and evil in the multiverse, there are many evil gods who choose to settle in Bato, and some of them live in the steel city of Disis. Here, they maintain a relationship with the Grand Duke of Dispart, whose authority is respected, but they generally do not accept orders from the Devil Lord.

The places where these divine beings dwell are generally extremely desolate. After all, few guys want to be neighbors with evil gods, and they don't get along with each other.

These parts of the city are silent and grey, with only a few scattered rays of light piercing through the dark clouds that envelop them, like pale jewels set in soft black felt. The brown heath forms the pedestal here, and suffocating trees, ghost trees, and widower trees that glow with an eerie blue light grow out of the cracks in the steel. These quirky plants resemble bony claws, nearly sealing the road. There is no lawn, only phosphorescent moss. The palace of the evil gods stood straight like an emaciated palm reaching into the sky.

When the wind blows through these emaciated palms, music comes out of the wind holes in the palace, as if these big hands have plucked the strings of nature. It was unlike anything al-Muhadi had ever heard, it was grotesque, wild, almost cold, ebb and flow. It's a symphony of darkness from nothingness, from starless nights and annoying dreams. It contains **, madness, despair, whispers and wails, mixed with some weird bass that can only express pathos. But in any case, it is indeed a piece of music.

This is Diss, the city of steel, the home of the devil's Grand Duke Dispat. And Disparter is the undisputed lord of the second layer of Bato, and he has allied with the lord of the eighth layer, Grand Duke Mephistophelis, against the lord of the first layer, Byer, and the lord of the seventh layer, Balzebu. In all of Bartow, no one dares to say that his status is higher than that of Dispart, except for the ultimate Helllord.

It was Dispart's army that captured Kaylin, the Blazing Squire of Bato. Muhati realizes that he must rescue her, and that Kailin has seen her in the fortress of the undead, and that since she has traveled with the Coral Witch, she may well know about the search for the Wise Men. If the devils torture her...... The Psychic didn't know if Kailin would be able to stand it, if she spoke. Needless to say, Dispar and its minions won't willingly support their adventures.

The Wise Men are believed to be located on the eighth level of Bato, and the lords of the eighth level, Mephistopheles, Phyllis and Grand Duke Dispart, have been allies for thousands of years. If the Grand Duke of Steel had known that some adventurers were trying to get something from his allies' territory, he would probably have killed them directly.

A team of powerful Hellpurgators escorted the captured Divine Servants and slowly advanced. Kailin had apparently been in the thick of a fierce battle before she was captured, as the Barthez demons had deep bony wounds on their bare skin, and some of them had black, viscous, oil-like blood. Their shoulder armor and skirt armor have burnt marks.

These servants of the Deep Hell Purgatory followed their masters, and most of them were low-ranking Barthez devils. The specific class is not recognized by the psychic warlock, and in general, it seems that the larger the size, the higher the level of the devil. Those little devil servants flew around like scavenging birds, flapping their bat-like wings. Some of the little devils had oil paint on their faces, like the Indians on the earth, and if you looked closely at Muhadi, you realized that the oil paint was actually coagulated blood.

These demons deliberately walk very slowly in order to show off to other devils. By the time they passed through the gate on the steel wall, there were already many onlookers pointing at the captured priests. Although the vast majority of the inhabitants of Barto are Barthez devils, there are also a small number of priests and servants of evil gods, magic ship merchants who travel to and from the realms, and adventurers who are not afraid of death. At this time, there were many guys of different races gathered at the gate, talking to each other in dozens of different languages, and bursting into laughter from time to time. Even the attention of the devil guards on top of the high walls was drawn.

“...... There are at least two dozen Hellpurgators guarding Kailin, and I'm sure they'll be calling in more reinforcements at any time. Aisha assessed the situation. "We couldn't get her out. ”

"Then we run the risk of leaking our identities, and that's it. More dangerously, the devils may have learned that someone was trying to beat the minds of the wise. Muhadi said in a low voice. "The power of the true name is extremely powerful, and Mephistophelis must regard the wise men as his most important resource, and it is impossible for him to be willing to share them with others. Since Disparter and Mephistophelis are allies, they will definitely stop us as well. ”

Kaylin's wings seemed to be scorched, turning black. One arm hung limply at one side of his body, and it was obvious that the bone had been broken. Her flaming sword was gone, and a pair of boots were gone. The heavy shackles locked the bare feet, and the ankles were ground up and swollen, making it look like they couldn't move.

"Your psionic energy has not yet recovered to normal. Aisha said. "There are too many of these guards, we can't defeat them all. ”

"Maybe you don't have to fight. Muhathir said. "We can think of something else...... Demons are different from demons who worship chaos, although they are evil, they obey order and do not necessarily rely on their fists to speak everywhere. ”

The Psychic Warlock turned to the hired Devil Guides, "According to your opinion," he said, "what will these Barthez do with this Divine Servant when they catch it?"

"Hmm......" A few of the other Barthez devils walked forward, watching with interest the captured priests. Only the Devil Mage was closer to the Psychic Warlock, and it spoke. “...... In general, we do not take prisoners, and few enemies survive our attacks...... If anyone survives. The tall devil mage shrugged. “...... Either put to death or sold into slavery. ”

"In other words, this Blazing Divine Servant may not die, but be sold as a slave?" Muhati asked with interest.

"No way, she will definitely be executed, because as we all know, creatures in the upper planes are never slaves. The Devil Mage smacked his lips, looking disapproving of this idea.

This is tricky, Muhadi wondered, why did his psionic powers fail at this time?

The psychic warlock followed the devil escorting the captives into the city gate, hoping for some accident. The walls are so thick that the doorway looks like a long tunnel, with only a glimmer at the end. There are murder holes and various other deadly devices in the doorway. The top of this wall must be able to accommodate a thousand horsemen galloping side by side, and the telemancer thought, what kind of enemy is such a huge wall used to defend against?

When they passed the city gate, the group did not encounter any obstacles, and the devil guards, who were dressed in fine armor and made the sound of metal grinding as they walked, did not even come forward to collect the entrance tax.

"Strange, isn't there a charge to enter the city here? Batez Devil's approach is indeed different from that of the main material plane. Aisha exclaimed in surprise.

"Metal discs or other Primary-Plane Baba coins don't mean anything to Barthez, psionics. "Devil mage uh-huh. "Our currency is the soul of mortals. ”

The devil's words touched Muhadi a little, "But you and your companions agreed to be our guides for some psionic crystals." ”

Well, without answering the question directly, "Some people think they can take advantage of the devil, but in the end they don't show up, and they are already on the predetermined path." ”

"Don't forget the contract you signed, Barthez. Muhadi warned it. "You have to do what was agreed. ”

"It's hard for the main material plane to understand how much we creatures of order value contracts. The Devil Mage said. "Rest assured, our respect for it is far from your imagination. ”

"I'd rather act like an overly careful fool than regret my carelessness. Muhadi sarcastically said in the Atas dialect that the devil mage did not understand and did not reply.

"I will always be on the lookout for these devils, Muhadi. Aisha also said to the Psychic Warlock in the language of Attath. "As long as I live, I won't let them hurt you. She said this in a tone that seemed to be taken for granted.

Muhadi paused in his footsteps, and then he said to the female psychomancer. "I know words can't express my gratitude, so I'm not going to waste my tongue...... Although I can't compensate you for anything, I can at least make a promise to you and put myself at ease. When we find the wise men, ask me for anything - it's yours. ”

Aisha looked ahead, but she didn't seem to be really looking at anything, and she looked relaxed. "I'd like you'd be happier, no offense, but sometimes, you look like a constipated old man. ”

I'm younger than you, Muhati wanted to say to his psyker sister, but in the end he squeezed out a tiger-like smile. "The old man would rather be feared than be fooled. ”

"Countless warriors fanatically support you, believing that the true God has chosen you to speak for him, who dares to fool you?"

"Blind followers, there is nothing more capable of fooling a leader's existence. Muhadi shook his head, "And you know as well as I do that if I am weak, someone will replace me." The warriors of Atas would never accept a coward to lead them. ”

After entering the city gate, the area where everyone was located was covered by the shadow of the tall steel wall. The Devils of Barthez are different from the beings of the main material plane, so this makes their urban layout very different from that of humans.

When he watched it from a distance, Muhathir felt that this giant city of the devil of Barthez was not much different from a medieval-style human city, but it was extremely impressive in scale. From a closer look, the Psychic realized how exaggerated he had been wrong. Although it is still roughly a city, the details reveal an alien atmosphere, showing its devilish nature.

First came the roads, the narrow streets of the Iron City, which were nothing short of its majestic towers and domes. It's easy to see why, many devils have wings to fly, and some high-ranking devils can teleport. They don't need to walk on the ground, which explains why many buildings don't have doors and only have windows on the heights.

Second, Barthez devils don't need food to survive (although they can eat too), and their definition of entertainment is very different from that of humans, so there are few places to socialize like restaurants and taverns. Instead, there are plazas and dungeons of unknown function, where psychic magicians guess they may execute criminals or torture enemies.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory of the great psychic sorcerer, the most basic needs of living beings are physiological needs, followed by the needs of security, the need for socialization, the need for respect, and self-actualization. The Barthez devils don't need food, they don't need sleep, they don't get sick, they don't age. They are not produced by reproduction like the creatures of the main material plane, but are the product of the plane itself, and therefore they are not afraid of death and eager to mate like natural creatures.

As a result, Steel City Diess is barely surrounded by areas around those low-level needs. The vast, almost ubiquitous metal huts are not the dwellings of the devils, but the places they use to imprison their opponents and store treasures. The towering towers and domes were some of their gladiatorial arenas, others their magic testing grounds. The smoky workshop is a place for the production of all kinds of terrifying weapons. The higher-ranking demons would go in and out of the guilds to engage in philosophical debates and legal studies, and occasionally they would exchange the skills of the mortals.

Some of the more ignorant Primal Plane Palpes will confuse the demons of Bato's Nine Prisons with the demons of the Abyss, as both are the embodiment of evil. But in many ways, the devil and the devil are completely different, the former is the embodiment of orderly evil, like a fascist military dictator, and the latter is the embodiment of chaotic evil, like anarchist terrorists. Both the Badez Devil and the Tanari Demon consider themselves pure evil, and the war between the two that will never end and spread across all planes is a bloody war.

Psychic Muhadi suddenly thought of something and asked his devil guide. "Since you said that this priest will be put to death. Why, then, did the Barthez drag her into the city? Couldn't she be publicly executed outside or in the squares ahead? Are they going to torture her first?"

If the devils had tortured the captives first, they might have found a chance to rescue the blazing gods, Muhadi thought.

The devil mage's answer surprised the psychic warlock again, "Of course, torture must be tortured, but that's not the only reason they dragged this upper plane birdman into the city. Otherwise, they would find a fortress outside the city or something, so that they could interrogate her without being disturbed...... The more important reason they brought this captive to the city was to judge her and then put her to death. A powerful upper-level plane like her is customarily tried in the city's ** court, used to show off and demonstrate. ”

"What? you still have a court and a trial?" Muhati was taken aback. "Doesn't it have to be put to death, and what difference does it make if you try it or not?"

"Rules are rules, and you Lord Material Plane Bosses don't understand it, huh. "Tall, muscular, crimson skin and twisted horns. "We at Barthez have always been meticulous in their work. It is important that the results are correct, and the correct procedures cannot be sacrificed. ”

Sure enough, it's a creature of order, Muhati thought. "How do you defend yourself, do you still have judges and lawyers?" he asked again.

"Of course!" said the Devil Mage categorically. "We Badz Devils don't have to travel for food and lodging, and there is no life limit, so in order to better design the contract, we will naturally spend a long time studying the words and the way of the provisions. Any older Barthez Devil is enough to dwarf the best lawyer among mortals. ”

"In fact, it should be said that the lawyers among mortals are the things that most resemble our Barthez devils. The Devil Mage concluded.

The road was submerged in the shadows cast by the buildings on both sides, and the smell of rust, blood and sulfur lingered. From time to time, the devil with wings fluttered in the air, and all kinds of malicious eyes were inevitably seen in the streets and alleys and on the balconies on the side of the road. The Psychic Warlock didn't know if the guys were looking at the captive or if they were looking at themselves.

Muhati and Aisha looked at each other with a wrenching eye, and from those big clear eyes, he knew that the other had come to the same conclusion as himself. "Since there is a judgment. The Psychic asked. "Is it possible, then, to successfully defend this priest and let her escape death?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, human. The Devil Mage said, the diamond-tipped tail behind him unconsciously cocked. "You want to save her, save that pretty face. But I tell you that it is not possible. Our laws are not designed to reform, but to punish. Not for forgiveness, but for torture...... Do not forget the nature of our devils. And, in order to show off the experience of adjudicating a blazing god, the most tongue-in-cheek devil will act as a prosecutor. And at best, she would be assigned the most cowardly and incompetent little devil to defend - and they would not even try to try it at all. ”

"If it were up to me to defend this Blazing Divine Servant, then theoretically, would it be possible for me to save her from being executed. The psychic warlock ignored the sarcasm in the other's words and asked.

"This is not a bottomless abyss of opportunity, this is Bato, a place of order, and you don't have any chance. There are no surprises here. "The Devil Mage vetoed the Psychic Warlock's suggestion without even thinking about it. "Needless to say, for the judgment of a blazing god. It was said that Duke Folcas would come out in person, and no devil would be able to defeat him in a debate. It's even more impossible for mortals......"

"Clever words Duke Fokas," Muhati repeated. "I think I've heard you mention that name before. ”

"He is the favorite of the Iron Grand Duke Disparter, and he is good at designing all kinds of hypocritical beliefs and lies, ** the mortal depravity of the main material plane. He was also one of Bartow's greatest debaters, with a penchant for outmaneuvering his opponents with meticulous logic, clever text traps, and interlocking and unassailable reasoning. Compared to him, your mortal language skills are as crude and rudimentary as a baby's murmur!"

"You say one. Muhathir noted. "That means there's at least someone who can match it?"

"There was, the eloquent Duke Bunie, who was adept at incendiary emotion, and gained the upper hand with his splattering rhetoric, imposing rankings, and mockery with guns and sticks. But that was in the past, he offended the Grand Duke of Dispart, and was hung on the city wall for public display, as you all saw. The Devil Mage said disapprovingly.

"I think I have an idea. The Psychic said to Aisha.

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She opened her mouth to chant, but the magic refused to answer her call. She tried to back away, but her body moved too slowly. Too slow, she shouted to herself in her heart, too slow, too slow. Thinking is faster than ever, but action can't keep up. The dagger got closer and closer, coming straight to the throat.

Face dancer, coral witch, assassin, killer, mage hunter, and mercenary. Why didn't he think about Niben Nai alone, but had other helpers? Doesn't Ni Ben Nai still have many apprentices? If a group of people join forces, they can successfully perform a more powerful illusion than the Witch King himself can unleash. Or maybe Niben can maintain two illusions at the same time, one to control the psychic warlock and one to control himself, and then make both sides think that they are not affected by the illusion.

"Extinguish. She spat out a word, wanting to use the Decree Death Spell on the assassin. But the magic didn't take shape, and nothing worked. She tried to open her mouth to buy time, but the dagger slashed across her neck, turning what she was about to say into a muffled grunt.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and Coral Witch had never felt like she was thinking so fast. Why did Niben go to such lengths to create a powerful illusion to control the Psychic Warlock Muhadi? because he couldn't kill him, could he? The witch kings mistakenly thought that Muhadi was the rebirth of the primordial warlock, and of course they didn't dare to kill him. Because a legendary mage like the Primordial Warlock must have a life box.

Killing the Primordial Warlock will only resurrect near the life box and will not really solve the problem. Polis had killed Rajat once before, but Rajat refused to remain dead all the time. Therefore, the witch king Niben Nai would rather go the extra mile and trap the psychic warlock with illusions. He then took the captive who had been held in possession by illusion to Bartow and rendezvous with Polis of Ebu.

She reached out and pressed the wound on her neck, but the blood flowed from between her white fingers, and she couldn't stop.

What about herself, Sadiri thought, she must have been affected by the illusion as well. But Nibennay couldn't completely fool himself, so he only used a little illusion to create some illusory parts in reality, such as corpses. It's small, but it's enough to hinder yourself from making the right judgment.

Realizing that it was still possible for him to deduce the truth, so Niben Nai sent out the face dancer and did it to himself?

The second stab struck less than half a heartbeat after the first, this time stabbing Sadiri in the abdomen, forcing her to bend over and get to her knees.

The face dancer flashed lightly behind the Sun Mage, grabbing the latter's head with one hand, forcing the Mage to tilt his head back. The sharp dagger was around Sadiri's neck, the feel of metal, cold.

Then, the face dancer bent down, almost against the latter's earlobe, and whispered softly.

"I'm sorry. ”

With the last of her strength, Satili shouted a word.

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