Dellin, the horned demon, also flew over, and there were still a few wisps of smoke on the wings of the huge bat, and from his steely scales and bull-like knotted muscles, sparks burst from time to time:

"I've just contacted the Lord's Castle via the Crystal and reported the situation to Lord Lulu, the Chief of Staff. A high-ranking angel killed a devil general in the Nine Prisons, and the stakes are high. ”

The Ice Demon Winter who had made a bet with Dellin just now also had a serious expression, sighed softly, and spit out a cold white mist, a pale mist wrapped in ice crystals, which instantly dissipated under the hot wind of hell:

"For the time being, I can't figure out why the mysterious angel came to the Nine Prisons. If the mysterious angel is still alive, he may continue to act recently! The specific countermeasures will have to wait for the Devil's Grand Duke Seffel to decide. ”

After some discussion, these dozen or so high-level devils reached a consensus.

That is, to put this matter on hold for the time being, and just remind their respective devil subordinates when they go back.

Further planning or encirclement work awaits a message from the War Wilderness Lord Sifer, or instructions from the Lord's deputy, Bell.

In this matter, the most painful and tearless,

Undoubtedly the Wonder Weapon General - Pierla!

Pierra flew high in the blood-colored sky, angrily spitting hot smoke that smelled of sulfur.

For other devils, the fall of General Fangs is just the death of a colleague, and it is insignificant.

But he has recently been plotting with Bell to overthrow Lord Syfer. The death of General Fang, a ninth-order devil who directly belonged to Bell, means that a quasi-legendary combat power will be lost in the future rebellion, and even the devil's subordinates who originally belonged to General Fang may be separated from morality because of this.

The point is that General Fang still responded to his call and came to the scene. It was as if Pierra had framed General Fang.

"Damn mysterious angel, how did you just kill the fangs?"

Pierre, the Wonder Weapon General, clenched his fists, his sharp nails piercing into his dark muscles, and the gear parts on his body shook slightly from the anger of the demon refiner, making a crackling sound.

"Hey, I can only consider myself unlucky."

Pierra shook her head helplessly.

Fortunately, among the scheduled rebels, in addition to himself and Bell, there are also General Dusk, General Blazing, General Corruption, and even General Snake Language, one of the Eight Demon Generals of Darkness. There is still a good chance of winning.

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After the incident, the high-level demons also dispersed one after another.

Only the Horned Demon Dellin and the Ice Demon Rindong were still flying high in the air, letting the stench of the scorching wind blow through the hellish firmament.

"Dellin, I should have won this bet. Hehehehe, the soul of a sage, I want it······"

Ice Demon Winter rubbed his two claws, and on the ice crystal-like carapace, a biting cold white mist lingered.

"Humph! Spend less time playing with your thoughts, Winter. Dellin glared at the Ice Demon:

"It doesn't count! Obviously, the gambling game was interrupted by accident. ”

Ice Demon Winter spreads his hands:

"That's right, then I'll admit it."

On the other side, the horned demon Del Lin, his face was still worried.

He looked down at him, his gaze piercing the blood-red air to reach the novice village of players beneath the sky.

The village of the Adventist has been devastated after the great battle. Ruins and desolation have replaced the original vibrant village atmosphere.

But the performance of the Advent before still shocked Dellin.

He was sure that if the spiders hadn't joined the war, it wouldn't be long before the Adventists would have won the battle.

Even if the spiders were to join the war, the victory would not necessarily belong to the Crow Marauders. The Advent contains too much incredible power.

"Could it be that the Adventists have really grown so much stronger in such a short period of time, just over a month?"

Dellin muttered.

This high-level devil, who had not been promoted for many years, flew in the air, a chill appeared in his heart, and he clenched his fists, both unwilling and painful.

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At the same time, the castle of the lords.

This is a private room for the lord.

Siefel Geyo lay back on the bench and held his forehead.

"The moment the avatar was destroyed, there was still a slight tingling sensation in the head, but it was immediately healed without causing any substantial damage to the body."

"The level 90 devil guard who killed Bell makes people happy when they think of Bell's uncomfortable appearance."

"It's a pity that I can't talk to the long days and short nights. When I repair my incarnation tomorrow, I'll go to her right away······"

At his feet, a crumb glowing with golden light, was his incarnation.

It only takes one day for this avatar to be restored!

Incarnation is indeed convenient, no wonder so many great beings use incarnation instead of ontological action······ Siefel muttered to himself.

With the caution of a devilish archduke, Siefel reviewed the previous battle:

With the exemption difficulty of my avatar [Killing Arrow], the probability of letting the Fang General die is about 20%. With two arrows in unison, the success rate of the kill is only about 36%, and the fact that I was able to successfully kill the Poisonfang General just now was largely due to luck.

General Fang had just responded to the call, and when he first arrived, he didn't know the situation, and he didn't have time to defend and dodge the arrows, so I was able to sneak up and kill one.

I may not be so lucky in the future, but with the mobility of the Seraph, when I repair my incarnation, I can spend time in Hell and sneak up on Bell's subordinates from afar. Anyway, the avatar doesn't really die, and every high-level devil killed is a blood gain······ Well, it's not that simple. The next time I appear, the devils will know that it is useless to just kill the mysterious angel, and they will probably find a way to capture my avatar. The avatar was destroyed and just returned to me, but it would be troublesome to be captured······ Well, it seems that even if there is an incarnation, it is still dangerous to appear in the form of an angel in public, and this is hell.

Siefel leaned back against the bench and pondered for a long time.

As for using [Killing Arrow] to fight probability and kill Bell directly, he thinks it's impossible.

Legendary devils like Bell have a special resistance called [Legendary Immunity]. Under the legend, all the strange abilities of mind control, instant death, dissociation, paralysis, immobilization, forced teleportation, etc., which have a probability of success, can be forcibly exempted by his amazing resistance.

Sifer closed his eyes slightly and entered a semi-meditative state, observing his physiological state with the magic of inner vision.

[Race: Archdevil/Seraph]

[Life expectancy: 22 days]

Well, I just absorbed a lot of the power of faith. Volunteering to appear in the community of players really works!

A smile bloomed on Siefer's face.

He knows that the absorption of the power of faith is generally not related to distance, and the main reason why he can absorb so much of the power of faith today is that he took the initiative to appear among the players and has an image, which stimulates the players' interest in him. Compared with the two-dimensional headshots of the past emojis, this image of Siefel that can really be encountered is more three-dimensional, and it can also be better used as a medium for the absorption of the power of faith.

Siphiel roughly estimated that even if he does not appear in the player community in the future, the power of faith that he normally absorbs every day will probably be enough to extend his life in Hell for one day, and balance his income and expenditure. The plan to run away after more than 20 days should be nothing in the way.

Puff puff puff.

At this time, the Book of Lords used the pages as wings, flapping its wings and flying up from the ground to Sipher.

The rusty, quaint bronze book opened on its own, revealing a passage on the yellowed parchment.

[Dear War Wilderness Lord Sifer, thanks to your superior performance in the past 50 days, the Book of Lords will open up higher privileges and new features for you]

So I still have good performances, huh? Siefel couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, crying and laughing.

It is estimated that in the eyes of the "Book of Lords", during this time, he organized the construction of the city, formed a mercenary group, and signed contracts with a large number of perfect souls, which was definitely working hard to survive the "lord's probationary period" perfectly.

For the Strange Weapon General Pierra, the Snake Tongue General Zack, and the corrupt generals who will appear in the future, I still want to shape them and show their own characteristics.

(End of chapter)