Bato Hell, Ninth Layer, Malshem.

Fort Marcem is the largest known fortress in the outer planes, large enough to hold millions of demons, enough to form an army larger than any other unit on the battlefield of a bloody battle.

The master of Malshem, the Ninth Lord, the undisputed Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell, Asmodeus uses these demons as a reserve in case of any possible 'catastrophic' war.

The devil is orderly, but he also seeks evil, and conspiracy, rebellion, and depravity are commonplace for them.

The Lord of Hell is not only interested in the outside world, but also on the inside, and in the most recent rebellion known as 'Paying the Bill', he accepted a collective challenge from the Devil Lords of other planes, but the end result ended in his victory.

At this time, Marcem, the most prestigious hellish fortress known to the plane, with its dark, noble, purgatory-like beauty, stood in the vast canyon beneath the border between the planes of Kania and Nessas.

In the huge palace, all the devil's servants were held back, and only two great beings were left plotting.

"I like your scheme, but I still have doubts?" spoke a devil on a throne, about 13 feet tall, with dark skin and hair, and his gorgeous clothes, mainly red and black, and a single garment was equivalent to the cost of a whole year in the mortal realm.

His pupils shimmered with the blood of hell, a pair of small dark red horns grew on his head, and of course, he was best known for the ruby scepter, which was inlaid with countless ornate gems and contained powerful magical powers.

There is no need to show, no coercion, he just sits there, ordinary as a mortal, but he is already the center of the world, the focus of the rules, the worship of the devil, the object of fear of the gods.

He, Asmodeirs, Lord of the End.

"I am here to listen to your inquiries, to know everything, to say everything. Opposite the Lord of Hell, below the towering hall, a black-robed man bowed respectfully.

I don't know what spell his robe has cast, no matter what angle you look at, you can't see his face clearly, but there is also a special wave around him, which is the cheer of the elements, the traction of the rules, and after condensing like substance, it will naturally form a barrier.

This is the realm of legends.

Although, in these nine layers of hell, his realm has been oppressed to the point of almost appearing two meters in front of him, it is undeniable that he is also a legend.

Asmodeurs was very satisfied with his attitude, nodded slightly, and said, "Although your plot is feasible, if you want that person to be fooled, you need enough bait, so, what bait do you want to prepare?"

"Nature is the bait that the one simply can't refuse. The black-robed man looked confident: "The one who is determined to pursue the glory of the profession and the rise of Augustus, but the one who does not have enough banner for the whole of Atlantis to recognize."

So, if the one gets the news of the 'Altar of Augustus,' do you think he will be tempted?"

"The Altar of Augustus, the symbol of the Augustan dynasty, forged by the Eternal Father, the Guardian of Atlantis, the first Emperor Augustus, who can call and connect with the ancestors of Augustus who roam in endless time and space?" Asmotius was slightly stunned, and his eyes suddenly narrowed:

"How do you know this altar is in my hands?"

The black-robed man chuckled, "Have you forgotten my ancestors? When you seized the altar when the Augustan dynasty collapsed, my ancestors were the guardians of the altar. I also know that you have sealed the altar in the deepest part of this nine-layer hell, which is the bottom of the Marshem Gorge."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Asmodeirs chuckled, "You know a lot, but it's really feasible to use the 'Altar of Augustus' as bait, just pick a secret and dangerous area, and reveal the news to that one, and that one may indeed go alone."

However, in your capacity, if the news is revealed, will that one believe it?"

"Naturally...... If you don't believe it, do you need me to reveal it?!" The black-robed man was obviously prepared: "You forgot, there is also a pure-blooded Augustus king in the Viku Continent, as long as there is a little breath leakage from the altar, under the induction of the bloodline, he will naturally know, and as a loyal supporter of the supreme being, he will definitely tell it."

And then ...... , that's where you come in. ”

Asmodels: "That's interesting. But why do you think I'll promise you?

After all, the strength of that one is not weak, even if I make a move, I will have to pay a considerable price to suppress him, but what about the benefits?

The devil doesn't do profitless business, and I don't seem to get anything to gain, and I have to risk a bad relationship with the High Council. ”

"Hahaha. When the black-robed man heard this, he suddenly burst out laughing, leaning forward and backward when he laughed, laughing inexplicably, and Asmodeirs who laughed involuntarily bloomed with killing intent.

After a full two minutes, he restrained his smile and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Without waiting for others to answer, he said to himself: "You are Asmodeirs, the great Lord of Bato's Hell, the King of the Devil, and one of the most powerful beings in this side of the world.

No matter how powerful the bottomless abyss is, those chaotic evils can't do it after all, neither the night nor the ancient Tanari demon can control the situation in the abyss, but you are different.

You can control the course of the entire Bato Hell by your own will, appointing and dismissing lords at all levels, even if each lord is a powerful devil above the legendary level, but they never dare to go against your will.

In this era of the rising tide of the Devil, you are the one who has the potential to reach the top of the world community protagonist on this side, well, one of them!"

"Just one?"

"Yes, the other, the new Lord of the High Council. ”

"Which one?" said Asmodeus' voice with exclamation:

The voice of the black-robed man gradually rose: "The collision of the two kings, the competition of the final protagonists, and the war of the sons of the times, isn't this a natural enemy?"

And now, you have such a chance to take the lead in dealing with such an enemy, and I don't think you will give up, and even attacking the bottomless abyss will not be more important than this.

I believe that you have seen this with your far more than-mortal eyes, otherwise you would not have allowed my audience with a mere immature plan. ”

"Good, good, really good. Asmodeus sighed, and the one did see a lot of things: "So, last question, why did you do this? ”

"Yes, but so what?" the black-robed man's voice grew sharper and sharper, and he almost screamed, "As long as the High Council and that man exist, I will never come out."

I will offer eternal loyalty to the great Asmodeirs in exchange for your support, and I will become a loyal three-headed dog to guard the continent of Viku for you.

Of course, my identity is a bit awkward after all, and if I fail, then I hope to become the tenth lord of Bato's hell. The first layer of the bottomless abyss, the Plains of the Blood Abyss, is already under your control, maybe the ninth layer of Bato Hell should become the tenth layer, and I am willing to guard the new portal of Bato Hell for you. ”

"Haha, greedy enough, though, I like it. Asmodeirs laughed, "Then, fallen sun elves, let's make a pact."

The devil doesn't care about betrayal, but the devil cares about contracts, and swears by the River Styx that if I can suppress the one of the High Councils, you will become the lord of the Plains of the Blood Abyss. ”