The first level of the Nine Prisons, inside the War Wilderness, inside a magnificent basalt castle.

The Devil's Grand Duke, Bell, who had just been removed from his post, stood in the spacious and quaint hall along with a dozen high-ranking devils.

They had just finished welcoming the new Grand Duke and looked together at the ornate throne of black stone on the steps.

A teenager who looked to be in his teens, sitting lazily on a throne of black stone. He has purple hair, ice-blue pupils, and thin shoulders, collarbones, and waist that are characteristic of a teenager. Behind it, the black-purple wings that show the characteristics of the young devil hang down gently. The contrast between his petite body and the swarthy and heavy giant throne is stark.

On the throne of the Black Stone was none other than the new Devil Grand Duke of the First Layer of the Nine Prisons, Sifer.

At this time, Seefer had an indifferent and lazy look on his face, but in his heart it was as if there were 10,000 horses galloping by!

He is an undercover agent, how can he really become the lord of the first floor of the Nine Prisons?

Now what? Keep running as planned?

No, I finally became the Grand Duke of the Devil. If you return to the team at this time and waste such an important opportunity, you will definitely become a laughing stock for other angels.

Why don't you go undercover and sit firmly in the position of the lord as the internal response of the Angel Legion?

Sifer's eyes narrowed, and he used [Inner Vision] to check his status. This is a kind of magic he developed to digitize his own state.

[Race: Archdevil/Seraph]

[Level: Level 90]

[Status: Plane Erosion, Severe (Life Expectancy: 120 Days)]

[Extraordinary abilities: Dancing Greatsword, Killing Arrow, Blazing Gaze.] Identifying Lies······ 】

At the moment when he was granted the position of the Devil's Grand Duke, Siphiel felt that the erosion of his plane by the Nine Prisons had become more and more serious. As long as he continues to stay in hell, he won't live long at all!

What's more, his subordinates may not let him live for 3 months!

As a noble Seraph, Siphael's strength was originally stronger than it is now, but after years of dimensional erosion, his strength has dropped to the quasi-legendary level of level 90. In the case that he couldn't use the angelic ability, his combat power on the surface was only at the level of more than 80 levels, and in the first layer of the entire Nine Prisons, there were at least dozens of high-level devils who exceeded level 80.

And Siefer's subordinates are obviously much stronger than him. The Dark Eight Demon Generals are all Hellpurgatory Generals of level 95 to 99.

As for the former Grand Duke Bell, he must be a legendary existence of more than level 100, and he can beat the current Siphael with just one hand!

Thinking of this, Siefel looked at the devil at the bottom of the stairs, especially Bell, who was replaced by himself.

This group of subordinates is not doing anything to themselves now because they can't figure out their own details. Coupled with the fact that he had just taken office, killing him immediately would be tantamount to despising the authority of the Lord of the Nine Prisons.

But with Seefer's understanding of the devil's character, as long as he fails to show the absolute strength and courage to deter his subordinates for a period of time in the future, Seefer has no doubt that these seemingly loyal subordinates will not hesitate at all when Ling Chi himself!

This is a dilemma!

Sifer smiled bitterly and picked up the heavy book with a bronze cover next to the throne.

"Okay, Bell, let's take over the work. This is the Book of Lords, right? ”

At the bottom of the steps, Bell nodded, touched his chest with one hand, and looked extremely respectful:

"Yes, my lord. Only the current Grand Duke of the First Layer of the Nine Prisons, that is, you, will be able to use it. It allows you to check the status of your realm and issue decrees and decrees. However, the bronze book itself is also intelligent, and even if it is you, Lord Lord, the decree issued by you, cannot contradict the law of the Nine Prisons itself. ”

Seefer opened the rusty bronze cover and gave the order to the Book of Lords:

"I want to check the status of the territory."

The bronze book responds to the will of the new Grand Duke. On the yellowed pages, ink blots suddenly appeared, forming a multitude of words and images.

The configuration and military deployment of the Devil Legion, the battle report record of the battle exchange with the Bottomless Abyss Demon Legion, the reserve of various strategic materials, the entire layer of mobilizable soul resources, and the expenditure and income of each soul energy······ A lot of information appeared on the pages of the entire first floor of the Nine Prisons.

Looking at the inkblots gradually appearing on the bronze book, Siefel also had his own plan:

"It's impossible for me to sit in the lord's position for a long time, it's best to run away in two months!

"Since I'm going to run away, I simply take advantage of the fact that I'm still the lord to mess up and mess up the first layer of the Nine Prisons as much as possible! When the time comes, after returning to the Angel Army, it will be a great achievement worth bragging!

"I can't run the territory in an orderly manner, is there any difficulty in messing up the territory?"

With the goal of "ruining the territory", Siphiel smiled and carefully scanned the information in the Book of Lords.

Looking at it, the smile on Siefer's face froze.

The expression of the new Grand Duke was solemn and stiff, and in the huge lord's hall, there was a terrible silence, only the "rustle" sound of the pages turning.

At the foot of the steps, the five-meter-tall former Devil Grand Duke Bell seemed to have expected something and couldn't help but look away.

Sifer's hands held the Book of Lords and trembled.

This, this also sucks, right?

The first is the most important soul income for the devil.

The "accounts receivable" of the soul is inflated, but the actual cash flow (that is, the soul that actually arrives) is miserable. Obviously a bunch of bad debts. Those with a little accounting foundation can see that this is a false profit with bad debts that cannot be recovered.

The war is even more difficult to look forward to.

The first level of the Nine Hells, the "War Wilderness", is the frontier and front line of the entire Nine Hells, and the main enemies are the demon legions from the bottomless abyss, which symbolize chaos and disorder, and the Hell Devils, who symbolize order and cunning.

In the face of the enemy, Bell will always be conservative tactics, retreat again and again, cut five cities today, cut ten cities tomorrow, and give up the strategic depth.

No wonder Bale was removed!

Sifer looked at the ink in the bronze book, his brow furrowed.

This high-end game!

Messing up the well-organized and thriving territory is also a great achievement after returning to the team. But with the current situation of the first layer of the "War Wilderness" of the Nine Prisons, it is not a difficult challenge to make it even worse.

Siefel put down the Book of Lords, looked at the former Grand Duke Bell at the bottom of the steps, and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"It's a tough task!"

Bell turned his head very knowingly, and the five-meter-tall alchemist swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva shyly, and could probably guess what Siefel was thinking:

No matter how calm the successor is, it is inevitable that he will feel that the task is arduous if he takes over this mess from his own hands, right?

Next, Siefel decided to accept the reality, and briefly handed over the work to the former lord Bell, inquired about many recent situations, and warned his subordinates that despite the difficulties they faced, they should also carry forward the devilish spirit of not fearing hardships and difficulties.

Siefel remembers that there is an old saying in Blue Star, "A thousand miles of embankment collapses under a foot." This means that even if you want to smash even a 500-kilometer-long embankment, you have to start with the small piece under your feet!

Set a small goal first: waste all the remaining soul energy in the territory!