At the end of the battle, Martin managed to survive.

He lay on the ground covered in flesh and viscera, looking up at the crimson sky, listening to the people who had also survived next to him, gossiping about things related to the war.

This is an endless war between the devil and the devil, I don't know how long it has been going on, and it will continue forever. The demons are the victors in the battle before them, they have taken over the entire wasteland and successfully driven the demons out of the hell layer 'Aphnanas'.

But one veteran, who had lived through four major battles, said that the victory was only temporary and did not mean much. That food, no, demons, will be slain from the Endless Abyss soon.

The demons are endless, and there will always be more of them than the devils. At the thought of this, Martin felt a little hungry again. He casually picked up a piece of internal organs next to him, which he didn't know what kind of creature or which part it was, put it in his mouth and swallowed it heavily. And the half-human, half-demon fellow next to him who is similar to him is also doing the same thing as him.

To them, demons are like food.

When Martin was in his cage, he had heard the hoarse prisoner say that they were 'half-purgatory creatures', but the devils mostly called them 'mutants' or 'demon eaters', and those veterans who had survived several battles called themselves the Avengers.

'Avenger', Martin liked the name, at least stronger than 'Variant'.

"Is there any way to get back to the main material plane?" he asked, standing up at an old soldier named Angelo.

"Everyone here wants to go back, to go back for revenge, that's the only desire in our minds. Angelo put a demonic eyeball in his mouth and chewed it, and juice burst out of the eyeball, splashing everywhere.

The guy wiped his lip with his bone-covered palm and continued, "But only a very small percentage of people can actually go back. The devils use this opportunity as a 'carrot on a stick' that drives us to keep fighting. But then again, look at us as ghosts, if we don't work for the devil, where else can we go?"

He pointed to his hideous face, which was completely covered in scales, "Do you work for the demons? they want to eat us alive, just like we did." And the main plane of matter? That's not possible. Even if revenge is really successful in the end, people like us and special eating habits will not be able to live normally in the main material plane at all. ”

"Tell me, how do you get back?" asked Martin again. He didn't have any other thoughts in his mind except revenge, and he didn't plan to think about the future.

"How else can I go back and go through the sacrificial circle like a devil. Angelo tied a demon's tail with the spikes at the end of his wings and sent it to him, "But this kind of opportunity is quite rare, every time the main material plane activates the sacrificial circle, it is a part of the deeper conspiracy of a certain devil archduke, if you want to get this opportunity, you must make an extremely significant and outstanding battle feat." ”

The battle merit is to keep killing the demon, so let's kill a hundred of them first. Martin set a small goal for himself in his mind. The twisted body and mind made this weak young man, who didn't even dare to kill chickens, become as belligerent and cruel as a demon.

Soon after, there was another great battle, and the site of the war came to a place called the 'Abyss Plains'.

Martin's 'Devourer' is usually mixed with a large number of inferior demons, as well as various cannon fodder such as fire djinns, ant-men, vampires, and demons from other planes of the multiverse, and moves forward as the first echelon.

Ahead is a demonic steel fortress, the fortress is extremely large, and the weapons of war are very sound. But the demons did not want to defend the city, and they rushed in an arc, and the number was outrageous.

Just as the two sides were about to make contact, the Devil's Legion of 'Flamewalkers' rose into the air. The members of this legion, all spellcasters of Lust and Pleasure, flew through the air and hurled the blazing flames in their hands downward.

The churning flames rained down on the heads of the demon army, and many even landed on their own side. But most of the devils are immune to fire, and even devourers like Martin are quite resistant to fire.

On the battlefield, a huge and powerful warrior like a humanoid toad threw Martin to the ground with a single punch. The demon's skin was as hard as armor, and Martin's claw attacks were hardly effective against it. And this guy's skin will also ooze an extremely foul-smelling poisonous liquid, which will make the two ant-men next to him who are attacking together vomit non-stop.

But somehow, Martin didn't feel any disgust at the foul-smelling liquid, just hadn't found a way to kill the big guy.

The berserker scooped one of the vomiting Ant-Men from the ground with his large hands, and then crushed the other's head. Immediately afterward, another shrieking sound sounded in the sky, and another fireball fell from the sky.

One of the fireballs landed at the feet of the Berserker, and a violent explosion tossed it to the ground. Martin seized the opportunity to rush to his enemy's side, bite the berserker's throat like a beast, and lay on his stomach like a ghoul, gnawing frantically.

As soon as he swallowed a few bites, Martin felt the shoulder blades on his back itch terribly, as if something was about to burst out of it. Several nearby bab demons armed with sharp spears rushed over to impale him with their weapons when they discovered his identity as the Devourer.

Martin rolled backwards sensitively, but crashed into an encirclement of more than a dozen cowardly demons. Fortunately, these demons are naturally stupid and extremely slow, and the battle is ineffective, and the mage-like ability they cast, 'Stinky Cloud Magic', cannot hurt Martin in the slightest.

With a flick of his claws, he tore apart the bodies of five or six cowardly demons in an instant, and Martin easily struck them out of the encirclement. At that moment, he suddenly felt a sudden pain in his shoulder blades, and two bat-like wings sprang out from behind his back.

I've got wings like Angelo? Martin was excited. He knew that this was their 'Devourer''s innate ability to evolve themselves by constantly hunting and devouring demons.

Martin flapped his wings vigorously and howled into the sky, but not long after he was flying, he was poked in the air by a spear like lightning.

"Ahh Beside him, dozens of phalanxes of devil legions passed neatly, and among them were several figures of the Deep Hell Purgatory.

The battle has just begun. At the same time, our barbarian adventurer is also ushered in his unfinished torture.

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