Looking at the brilliance in his palm, Siefel couldn't help but fantasize about his bright future after "returning from undercover":

"When I return to the Heavenly Realm of the Radiant Maiden, with the merits I have accumulated, I will have the opportunity to become the commander of the Angel Legion. If I can accumulate more merits in the future, the goddess will also elevate me to godhood! ”

"I also get a long paid vacation. At that time, I wanted to lie down every day to chase fans, chase novels, watch group friends blowing water in the group every day, watch a lot of videos of little milk cats, buy a lot of games that I don't play, and then make the mobile game a good one. ”

"Well, I'm going to actually go to the Blue Star to see it."

"Also, last time, a bar friend actually wanted to open my box! I can follow the cable to his house and greet him. ”

“······”

At this moment, Sifer's transcendent perception as an angel and a great devil was slightly touched, and he felt that something was about to appear behind him.

Siffel hurriedly flipped his hand, gathered the golden feather, and turned around.

In the next second, a large area of rich shadows converged on the wasteland in front of Sifel, gradually condensing into a mass of human form.

Seeing this, Sifer's eyes were full of awe. He stood at the shadow figure and got down on one knee respectfully.

"Siefer, I have something to ask you."

The large mass of shadows was vague and illusory, with no visible features or any recognizable detail, and the voice was equally rough and hoarse, making it impossible to discern the appearance and gender of the speaker. But there is not a single devil who does not fear him.

Because, it is the apex of the devil's rank and order, the Lord of the Nine Hells!

The Lord of the Nine Hells is only revealed in a vague shadow form, and his true image has always been a mystery. Even among the lords of the various layers of hell, few people have witnessed the true face of this king of hell.

"The Lord of the Nine Prisons is coming to me at this time? Won't you find out I'm undercover? "Siefel is respectful on the surface, but there are turbulent waves in his heart.

Well, no matter what, one can only pray that the Lord of the Nine Hells doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary. After the Lord of the Nine Prisons is gone, I will find another opportunity to return to the Angel Legion. Siefel thought to himself.

The Lord of the Nine Prisons slowly approached Siphel, and his voice in the shadows was vague and hoarse:

"Siefer, the lord of the first layer of the Nine Prisons, the Devil's Grand Duke Bell, has been removed from his post by me. As the commander of the Devil's Legion on the front line of the bloody war, he was too weak and mediocre. ”

Sifer didn't know why the Lord of the Nine Hells had suddenly said this to him. He could only pray that the Lord of the Nine Hells would leave quickly, and at the same time complimented him in a flattering tone:

"Wise decision!"

The Lord of the Nine Hells paused for a moment, and his hoarse voice lengthened:

"Well, Sifer, the wise and cunning Earl. Which devil do you think is best suited to take over from Bell as the new Grand Duke? Become the lord who rules the first layer of the Nine Prisons, the front line of the bloody war and the entire Nine Prisons frontier? ”

Sifer was taken aback, and for a moment it was difficult to guess the intentions of the Lord of the Nine Prisons.

Is this something I have the power to interfere with?

Siefel thought quickly, briefly weighing the pros and cons.

In the entire first layer of the Nine Prisons, "War Wilderness", there were at least dozens of high-level devils watching the lord's position. When the old lord is down, the battle for the position of the new lord will inevitably set off a bloody storm.

On weekdays, Siefel would have chosen to be ambiguous so as not to offend any other devil.

But now, he's about to end his undercover career.

Why don't you just come up with a suggestion that sounds reasonable and drains the power of hell as much as possible?

After thinking for a moment, Sifer raised his head towards the Lord of the Nine Prisons and said:

"With Siefel's wisdom and status, it is not enough to decide such an important personnel appointment and dismissal."

"You just have to say what you want to say, and you don't have to take any responsibility for what you say next." The Lord of the Nine Hells said.

Siefel bowed his head slightly, and the young man had a smile on his face:

"In Siefer's personal opinion, compared to those thousand-year-old fritters who have been in the court of the Nine Prisons for thousands of years, it is better to appoint a devil with a shallow foundation, a young age, and a lower status as the new Grand Duke who rules the first level of the Nine Prisons.

"Such a new lord lacks supporters, loyal subordinates, and allies. Even if he becomes the commander of the Devil's Legion and has self-respect, he lacks the ability to rebel. ”

The shadow, symbolizing the Lord of the Nine Hells, bowed his head lightly and thoughtfully:

"Promote a new generation of devils with shallow roots?"

Great, the Lord of the Nine Hells is really considering my suggestion!

Siphael snickered in his heart.

He said this, but what he thought in his heart was something else.

His idea is simple: the devil is good at jealousy and lacks loyalty, and his subordinates will always harbor evil intentions against their superiors.

It is impossible for the devil who meets the conditions he said to sit firmly in the position of lord under the watchful eye of hundreds of powerful subordinates!

Perhaps, the new Grand Duke will die of "suicide" after half a year on the throne.

At that time, the position of the lord became vacant again, and the battle for the position of lord could consume the living power of the nine prisons as much as possible.

As for which unlucky devil will be promoted to the new Grand Duke and sit on the hot throne, Siefel doesn't care. Anyway, by the time this unlucky guy was killed by his own subordinates on the throne of the lord, Sifer would already be the commander of the Angel Legion.

I'm so sorry, that devil friend who was cheated by me. Siphael snickered in his chest.

"Very good advice, my Siffer, you are as smart and likable as ever." The Lord of the Nine Prisons laughed.

"It is my greatest honor to receive your commendation."

Siefel saluted again.

He had to work hard to make it look like he wasn't smiling.

"Good, Siefer!" In the shadow hand of the Lord of the Nine Hells, a vague scepter was condensed.

He rested his scepter lightly on Siefer's shoulder, solemn and solemn in his voice echoing through the wilderness:

"From today onwards, the 48 demon legions of the 'War Wilderness' on the first layer of the Nine Prisons will obey your orders, the Dark Eight will obey your orders, and the old lord Bell will be your deputy and staff officer!

"Sifer, you are the new lord of the first layer of the Nine Hells, the Grand Duke of the War Wilderness!"