Batow's Hell – a land of corruption and resentment.

As long as the mortal in the middle of it relaxes his sanity, he will be affected by it, so that the evil in his heart will continue to be magnified, and his body shape will change accordingly.

They grow reddish-black scales, curved sharp horns, glowing red eyes, and even bat-like wings. And their hearts will be filled with hatred, and their temperament will become more and more cruel, and eventually they will be twisted into some kind of monster as terrible and abominable as the devil.

Some scholars on the main matter plane are accustomed to calling these monsters 'semi-purgatory', as they have many similarities with the offspring that are born through the hybrid of purgatory and primary matter plane creatures. However, there are some differences between the half-purgatory creatures born of hybrids and the monsters produced by the influence of hell, but they are not easy to spot.

This semi-purgatory creature is even more powerful than most mid- and lower-tier demons, but the exact reason for this has not been thoroughly studied. Some people believe that this is due to some kind of obsession in their hearts, others think that the nature of these monsters is more favored by Bato Hell, and some even absurdly believe that they are the original plane creatures born from Hell, after all, most of the devils moved in later.

Either way, the devils like to send such powerful monsters to the battlefield to relieve the pressure on the battle front.

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The city of Dis, the prison of Mantili

Young Martin faced the wall, huddled himself in the corner of the cage, his eyes wide as he stared at the blood-depicted portrait of a woman on the wall, "Why did you do this? Why? Why?" he muttered in a low voice.

"Tell me, why did you hurt me, you want me to come to this place!" Martin nibbled on his bloody fingers, "Do you know where this is, dear? It's hell, hell!"

How long has it been in Hell? Martin didn't know. At first, he was extremely frightened, hesitant, and even wanted to commit suicide, but he was told by the people who were also locked up here that his soul would still be locked up here after death, but in a different place. After that, he gradually began to become numb, and shrank in the corner of the cell like a dead body, and there was nothing left in his heart except for the "longing" of the girl.

"Martin, Martin!" someone seemed to call his name, but the young man was unconscious, still staring at the female portrait in front of him, muttering to himself.

"When I was very young, I was playing a game of war with other friends with sticks, and when I accidentally broke Bob's nose, he cried and cursed me to hell, but I didn't expect to be here. Haha, it's all because of you, my dear, it's all because of you!"

"I've fantasized countless times that I'll try to be a good baker like my father, and when we have money, we'll open our own bakery. I've even chosen a rough address, which is on Sycamore Street, where there are a lot of residents, and the nearby bakery called 'Miracle Yeast' doesn't have a good reputation. We're going to steal a lot of their customers, but there's no way around it, that's how business is. ”

"We'll also raise two sons and two daughters, and even if your graceful body is out of shape because of childbirth, I will love you as always, no, I love you more! We'd better have another dog, because you don't like cats, and you're always scared when you see them." The corners of Martina's blood-soaked mouth showed a happy smile, "Even if we get married in the future, we will still go on dates at the 'Tulip' restaurant once in a while, and although the food there is expensive, it tastes quite delicious." ”

"In particular, the 'crab geranium soup' is your favorite dish, and you will drink a drop every time and then lick the soup spoon with a lot of desire. You know, every time I see you licking a spoon, I can't help but want to 'eat' you. The young man swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

"As it happens, there is also a 'crab broth', and I found something like a crab shell in the bowl last time, with a light gray lump of meat wrapped in it. What was surprising was that the lump of flesh was actually alive, gently wriggling in the shell. If I had seen this before, I would have thrown the bowl out in fright. But now, I'm going to eat them all with pleasure, yes, all of them, just like you drink crab geranium soup, not a drop left!"

"You know, dear, even though you brought me to this damn place, I don't hate you at all. Martin gently stroked the female portrait on the wall with his bloody fingers, but her face became more and more blurred, "Not at all. I love you more than ever, I want to have you, I want to have you, I want to eat you......" He returned the finger that had caressed the portrait back to his mouth, licking it continuously.

The corners of the young man's smiling mouth grew wider and wider, and the teeth inside were as sharp as razors. A bright red scale sprouted from his neck and then spread out, covering most of his body. His bloody fingers were shriveling and lengthening, peeling nails sticking out again, and a sharp piece of bone extending backwards grew on the back of his hand.

Just then, the door to the cubicle opened, and a needleprick demon slowly walked in with a large vat that emitted a fishy smell. The Needle Piercing Demon muttered something in purgatory as he walked. When it reached Martin's cell and saw that the young man had changed, he cursed and turned back and left the cell.

After a while, the needle demon led the three barbed demons back to the cubicle. The Barb Demon opened Martin's cell and escorted him out.

Just as the young man was about to walk out of the door of the cubicle, he suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind him, "Martin? Are you Martin? How did you become like this?"

Martin turned around and grinned at the beefy human who called him, "There's nothing wrong with that. The young man raised his palm, or should I call it a 'paw', and looked at it, "I think this should be the truest self......"

The Barb Demon escorted Martin out of the cubicle and down the long hallway. At intervals in the hallway, two steel demons in full armor stood with a nonchalant look at all the creatures that passed by, whether they were demons or prisoners, and they would not let them relax.

Martin followed the barbs to a room full of torture instruments, where a tall bone demon was interrogating a dwarf who was only knee-high. There were also three heavily armed steel demons standing around the bone demons, as well as three chain demons covered in chains.

When the bone demon saw Martin's appearance, he asked the barb demon who was escorting him in purgatory, and Martin suddenly found that he seemed to understand the language used by the devil.

"Aren't these deviant creatures going to be sent to the battlefield, why are they being sent to me?" the Bone Demon asked, with some dissatisfaction.

"He hasn't had his first torture yet, Inquisitor. One of the barbed demons said respectfully.

"It's not like he knows some important secret. How could those guys with a certain background, firm minds, and cunning be affected by the aura of depravity into such an aberration?" said the bone demon nonchalantly. Then, after asking Martin a few random questions in the 'lingua franca', the bone demon asked the barb demon to carry him out of the room.

"Where are we going?" asked Martin in the purgatory language he had learned, to the Barb Demon who was escorting him.

"We? no, it's just you. The Barb Demon was not surprised that Martin was able to use the language of Purgatory, "You will go to the first level of Hell and join the Devil's Legion in that never-ending war. ”

There's nothing wrong with war? Martin is now very comfortable with his fate, "If I perform well on the battlefield, can I return to the main material world?"

"Hehe, let's wait until you survive. Several barbs sneered at the same time.

Martin followed the barb demon on his way, and the constant changes in the scenery around him did not interest him in the slightest. During this time, Martin even felt that he had a chance to escape, but he did not do so because he did not know how to return to the main material plane.

During this time, the Barb Demon leaves, and the guy who led him is replaced by a huge Horned Demon Overseer. The Horned Overseer led Martin, along with many, many other strangely shaped creatures, to a vast and strange wilderness in a teleportation circle.

Massive armies of demons gathered on the rocky wilderness in front of them, and fireballs whistled across the sky from time to time. The air was soaked with an extremely thick smell of blood, and that breath continued to enter Martin's body, causing his nerves to tremble.

It's food!!!

At this moment, a loud horn sounded, and the Horned Demon Overseer who led the team shook the huge chain sword in his hand and shouted at them, "You group of mutants, attack me!"

Martin then rushed across the wilderness, followed by a large number of bloated demons and other half-human, half-demon creatures who were about the same size as him. Behind them, the Steel Demon Legion, the Blood Armor Demon Legion, and the Insect-like Ice Demon Legion were slowly advancing in a neat formation.

And in front of Martin, many more enemies than they were, were pouring towards them like an ocean.

The two armies collided in the center of the wilderness, and in an instant, countless flesh and limbs were shattered. The smell of blood grew stronger, causing Martin's eyes to turn red and his body seemed to be longing for something. Martin's enemy was a humanoid creature with a vulture's head and wings, and he swooped straight into the ranks from the air, tearing apart many of the bad demons with his claws.

While the enemy was fighting another half-human, half-demon kind, Martin jumped onto the enemy's back, bit the opponent's cervical vertebrae with his sharp teeth, and directly pulled the cervical vertebrae out.

"Dorothy!!" Martin shouted as he stood on top of the enemy's corpse.

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