The darkness in the crater of canines is too thick to dispel, and the wind that blows from the depths of the darkness roars in a corrupt tone, like what the bard describes - the entrance to hell.

Mephisto scoffed, black-brown patterns snake across his crimson skin with the corners of his grinning mouth. It's ridiculous for a real Demon King of Hell.

He stepped in with his feet raised, his body plummeting, his long hair dancing like flames.

The vast surface rock of the Lava Mountains comes from the magmatic rocks formed by tens of thousands of years of eruption and condensation, and the hundreds of thick sami formations protect the valuable mineral deposits, and the Windh Dwarves and Essin have struggled with these granite and peridotite for their entire lives. In the deep and solemn darkness, one creates the illusion of being lost in space and time, and Mephisto has the familiarity of falling into hell for a moment. He fell into memories of the past.

At that time, the mood when stepping into the fortress of Malshem was also gloomy, the huge military fortress of hell located at the bottom of the ninth-level Nesses Crater, large enough to hold millions of devils, with countless passages in the walls of the pit. Although his eighth layer is the closest to the ninth layer, he will never step into Nesses unless he has to, the Lord of the Nine Prisons wants to get rid of his **, just as he wants to get rid of the Lord of the Nine Prisons. But at that time it was "a last resort", the first layer of Avernath fell, this is not the first time it has fallen, historically it has always served as the main battlefield and strategic depth, but never like this time without recovery, simply neat. The military intelligence that had been attacked and lost ground was almost sent to the Devil Lords, and the bronze fortress was vaporized by some powerful spell. It's incredible, and even Demogogen himself can't do it.

This was the quickest defeat of all, and Mephisto and all of his infernal nobles received an order from the Great Council to gather at Nessers. The dukes, marquises, and viscounts of hell were arguing in the council, and Mephisto was not interested in listening to the nonsense of the bureaucrats, who represented only the will of their respective lords. The six Lords of Hell started the real council in the compartment, except for the Lord of the Nine Hells who were not there. His daughter, the sixth lord of the sixth tier, Glesia, also did not come, and the first lord of the first tier, Bair, disappeared after the defeat.

The second lord, Iron Archduke Disbat, is also an ally of Mephisto. But this ally has lost most of its value, and the demon should have broken through the second layer by the time the council is convened, and the Iron Grand Duke is almost frightened, and the order of speech is crazy. The disappearance of Bair, the anomaly of the demons, and the conspiracy of the Lord of the Nine Prisons are repeated.

The preface did not match the afterword, and Mephisto stopped looking at him. The third lord of the Greedy Grand Duke Maman looked calm, but Mephisto knew how anxious this traitor among traitors was. The fourth-tier lord, Grand Duke Beria, and the fifth-tier lord. The Ice Grand Duke Levestus exchanged opinions fiercely, and the seventh-layer lord Flying Insect Grand Duke Balzebu was staring at him coldly.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Gracia, the daughter of the Lord of the Nine Hells, burst in, silent with what she was carrying in her paws—it was Byer's head.

Mephisto's eyes narrowed, "You executed a lord of the same rank without trial, almost violating half of the iron rules of hell, how can your father protect you!"

The Demon Queen laughed. "First, Bair is just a war criminal, and second, I'm not a helllord anymore, you ...... Not anymore! The Great Council passed a resolution. Deprived of the legal rights and names of the eight lords, Hell is back to centralized rule, rejoice, for the newborn Hell!"

Just two sentences of dialogue. Ended an era. Mephisto didn't know how long the Lord of the Nine Prisons had been secretly arranging, and it all broke out at this time in the most savage situation. When Asmodeus's Edict of Hell came, half of the lords wanted to refute the illegal decision. Half of the lords immediately struck, he belonged to the latter, but instead of fighting but fled. He knew Asmodeurs better than anyone else, and he had been playing behind the scenes for tens of thousands of years, plotting plans for thousands of years, and when he decided to come and crush the obstacles himself and solve the problem in a primitive way, it must have been the most terrible situation. The law can be distorted, order can be re-established, and Asmodeus will be sure of victory if he decides to raze the Nine Prisons and start over.

Behind him came the desperate screams of the Grand Duke of Greed and the Grand Duke of Steel, the pleas for mercy of the Grand Duke of Flame, the curses of the Grand Duke of Ice and the Grand Duke of Flying Insects, and the laughter of the Succubus Queen in celebration of a new era......

The Demon King of Eternal Hell gathered his slack spirit and said silently, "Remembering the past is the lament of a loser. "It took me a hundred breaths before Mephisto settled into the strata of the metamorphic rock, and the stones were plastically deformed under the power and heat of the earth, forming indestructible recrystallizations, and these brilliant sparks, called gems on the ground, were like grains of sand in the eyes of the Demon King of Hell, and were not worth a glimpse. Gradually, the dull rough stone shines more and more, and all kinds of rare minerals accompany and devour each other, spinel, zircon, tourmaline, emerald, topaz, and the colorful brilliance is as vast as the sea of stars.

The magic that the magic net poured on the saraph spread from the ground, creating this treasure of magical power. His mind returned to the present, the Lord of the Nine Prisons had spent a great deal of effort laying a magic net here, what was he looking for? He had spent months searching for this question, hunting down the Spirit Suck Monsters, probing the Father of the Oak Tree's Godhead Fragments, and a few mage boy's hole cards. He was shocked to find that he was still going round and round in the labyrinth drawn by Asmodeirs, and he was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of resources and intelligence, and he could not win this game.

Who am I? The Great Lord of the Eighth Layer of Hell, the commander of the Celestial Alliance, the Demon King who slew more than a dozen Abyss Lords, and the most evil madman in the Netherworld. If the Lord of the Nine Hells wants to play the game, smash his table, tear up his hole cards, and destroy everything, no matter what the purpose of the game is!

Of course, he is not a stupid demon, and this requires complete planning and planning. The easiest way to introduce demons to Saraphim. Every minute, hundreds of abyssal worms are surging in the astral plane, blindly carving out passages in search of hunting grounds, and it is normal for Sarafur to be discovered, hundreds of times after sunrise and sunset, there will be nothing left but scorched earth. Instead, reveal the news of the web to the Heart of Spells, believing that the wrath of the Goddess of Magic will make the multiverse tremble.

After careful consideration, Mephisto gave up on these options. For he was a wise man, and if he could get nothing but the empty pleasure of revenge, how different would that be from the mortals he had once tempted to sell his soul for the sake of hatred and love, and so on? But in this ...... The horrors of the Eternal Hell Demon King are coming.

The cave slowly changed from vertical to horizontal, and through the light of the raw gemstones, the inner walls could be observed to be generally smooth and intact, and on closer inspection, it seemed to be a path that was spun by thousands of sharp knives. The channel follows exactly the main vein of the gemstone. Where did the earthwork that had disappeared into this vast space go?, Mephisto grinned, and flew into a huge cavity. It's not so much a cave as an underground world. The dark river disappeared from one section to the other, the cavern was so high that it could not be seen, and more than a dozen passages comparable to the way they came were spread across the inner walls, and the corpses of countless creatures filled half of the space. Under the impetus of negative energy and rotting corpses, some mutilated skeletons swayed, and a faint cold light burned in their eye sockets, and the translucent resentful spirits grew their mouths to the point of tearing them apart, but they couldn't make a sound. These low-level necromantic aimless rangers. Look for your own corpse or other living thing.

It's not dead here, a native species of cave-dwelling crawlers walks between rock walls and bones, picking up carcasses or hunting their kind. They have no eyes, but their tentacles, which are longer than their bodies, have cilia on their paws. They weren't aware of the powerful presence flying overhead, and after a while, the cilia of all the cavemen trembled slightly, and suddenly scattered and fled from the horror. The rumbling surge came from far and near, and a behemoth slid into the cavern. It was so massive, though the dead and bones were crushed to pieces everywhere it passed. The entire cavity echoed with the roar of a swirling maw.

Mercer Serpent. The ancient monster of Sarafur had changed dramatically in just a few months, its body had grown in a circle, its eyes on either side of its body had increased from five to fifteen, and its terrifying eyes had shimmered in all directions. When the bloodshot pupils looked at the necromancy, the soul fire in the skull flickered, and the bones were scattered. The Mercer serpent coiled around its body, ruminating and protruding large piles of rubble and corpses. Chewing slowly, its fine, meat grinder-like fangs grind through the skin of the rock, exposing the inner core of the gem before swallowing it.

Passable. Mephisto commented, the brute's methods of absorbing magic were crude and inefficient, and the essence of flesh and blood was barely enough, but the dull primitive soul was not as useful as any spellcaster or priest. The golden dragon was much better, but it could only be used improvised.

The Demon King of Hell let go of his breath, and for a moment, the entire cavity was still, and then everything was fleeing, the wind howling and being squeezed out of the cave, the caveman raffle turned and scratched the rock wall frantically until the tentacles broke, and the necromancer cried madly and dispersed his soul to express his fear. The Mercer serpent snapped up like a full clockwork.

Unexpectedly, this ancient giant slammed into a passage, as if it had seen a bald eagle and fled in a hurry. Mephisto smiled contentedly and chased after him, quickly turning into a sneer.

As soon as the pursuers entered the passage, the pursuers turned around and launched a counterattack, accompanied by a sharp roar, the screw mouthparts of the Mercer serpent spewed out a deep green breath, and the rocks in its path were violently corroded by the toxin and turned into pungent smoke, and half were decayed into powder by negative energy. The surging green filled the passage with nowhere to hide, and the Demon King of Hell held up a finger in front of him, like the corner of the bow of a ship breaking through the waves, easily slicing away his breath. The roar grew higher and higher until it was deafening, and the cavern was peeled off in large chunks of corruption, and the snake's entangled lower body stretched out violently, slamming the earth. The cave collapsed, and thousands of soil rocks mixed with toxins buried the crimson enemy.

The fingers turned into two, and Mephisto snapped his fingers, and a violent explosion knocked everything back, and the serpent was struck long away by the rocks. The ferocity of the ancient giant was stimulated, and it sprinted towards the flying Mephisto, and one of them staggered, and the serpent was once again repulsed, but it found that something was missing.

The Hell Demon King's fingertips hung a long string of flesh and blood veins, and at the bottom were eyeballs the size of a rhinoceros. The hole in the side of the inky serpent spewed out a huge amount of blood, and it turned and fled, this time it really escaped.

Mephisto shook his cloak and chased after him unhurriedly, he hadn't done such a trivial task himself for a long time, and it was also a good treat.

This chase lasted for a long time, and it was the deepest and most desperate memory of the Mercer Serpent's obscurantist chaos, and it had never been so desperate. In the dark underworld, whether it's a dark river, a cave, a tundra, or a lake of fire, the untouchable enemy will follow. It has caused earthquakes and broken into the lairs of underground monsters, but soon a strolling figure will appear, smiling with contempt. It could not remember how long it had not rested completely, and after a long period of pain and suffering, it tried to express surrender, a concept that arose as the mind gradually perfected, albeit with such humiliation and reluctance. But as a result, it was the crimson guy who gouged out another eyeball of his.

Hunting, resting, eating, fighting back, the endless cycle occupies all of the serpent's mind, and it uses its unique senses to find veins of gems or magical underground creatures to swallow. I don't know how many creatures have their nests destroyed and scattered and escaped. Under the pressure of survival, the giant snake's body is transforming every day.

Mephisto floated into a brightly lit subterranean space, a pool of boiling and exploding lava, and he looked down at the plaything in the splashing flames. The serpent was only a quarter of its original size, becoming more ferocious and swift, forming a primordial magic spell on the surface of its body, it wrapped around the chest and abdomen of a super giant mutant earth elemental, and the only remaining eye emitted a strange light, and the earth elemental disintegrated, and the scattered crystals were sucked up by the giant snake.

The Mercer Serpent looked up at the Demon King of Hell, telepathically sending out stumbling messages.

Why

It was not the first time it had asked a question, but it was the first time it had been answered from the mouths of a proud enemy.

"For you are the firewood of the fire. The Demon King said.

The serpent rushes headlong into the flames, the lava stream explodes violently, and the flaming hurricane and the serpent's desperate counterattack pounce on the enemy.

Mephisto nodded: "It's time." The Demon King's long red hair danced wildly, and the tips of his hair dripped dark flames in the magma tide. Each one reveals a face full of remorse, hatred, and rage.

The Black Flame of Eternal Hell devoured all the light and heat, and the magma lake first cooled and condensed at a loss of temperature, then rapidly shrank, turning the rocks and metals into cold ash flying in the sky, as if the omen of the end was on the horizon. The Mercer serpent burst out, the black flames clinging to it like life, and not a single piece of flesh became charred, but the serpent was in endless torment, trying its best to mutilate itself. With each more cry, the black flame grew stronger.

Mephisto slowly descended, listening to the pain that had been ignited, not letting the flesh turn to ashes, and burning the negative emotions that had accumulated for a long time.

"Asmodeirs, Asmodeirs. Mephisto repeated in a low voice, circling the serpent. Then he spread out his palm, and a gray spiral burst out, and every foot exposed, all the black flames swayed around it. With a slightly painful grin, the Eternal Helldemon King muttered repeatedly, "Asmodes, after you lift the curtain and hide behind the curtain, I will light the flames of the Holy War and burn the entire stage!" he pulled out the sharp horns and thrust them into the serpent's mouth. The sharp horns automatically began to rotate, piercing deeper into the flesh, and the giant snake trembled violently, completely stopping its wailing, and the black flame was blazing, dividing and merging to outline the phantom of the giant snake's endless struggle. The soul was taken away by the black flames, and the blood and magic of the body flowed into the sharp corners, and the threads became longer and longer.

A murmur and throbbing from the ancient darkness, the presence that had been silent in the sharp corners awoke. The dry timbre was much different from Mephisto's, but he repeated the same sentence with hatred.

"As...... Mortils ......" (To be continued......

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