Regardless of whether Filna's method really works or not, she is consuming the precious resources of the Fourth Prison, and the excellent devils who have lost in small fights for thousands of years are enough to form several new armies, and what is even more troublesome is that this mutual attack has caused an indelible hatred between the subordinates who should have fought together, and now Beria must consider whether the guy who is exercising the plan will be inexplicably interfered with before every action,

Therefore, the hand that is pushing behind the back must be interrupted, otherwise the qiē will still be endless

"We can wait a little longer. The Great Devil laughed, "Wait until they do something." ”

"Wait...... Oh, you already know they're vulnerable, they're no match for me, I see, now I can just kill them. Then, I will send your daughter back. ”

"Lord Lord......"

"What?" the giant man froze.

"Yes, Lord Lord, that is the throne appointed by the Lord of the Nine Hells, the great Asmodeurs, whether it is my daughter or not, Her Majesty Filna, it is the lord of this level, the lord of Flegsos, and I am only the former lord, you can't be mistaken again. ”

"Yes, lordship...... No, it's Belial-sama. The Devil Duke named Balan was stunned and had no doubts.

"You can bring some new subordinates back. ”

Beria's voice fell, and around his throne, the hundred-hundred-metal cages had already rattled in unison, and all the people imprisoned in them were pushed out of it. Then the metal was taken back under the ground.

"Yes. The giant man's shining gaze swept over those who were barely standing upright, and he did not hide his contemptuous look: "Your Majesty...... My lord, my ranks are losing fast. ”

"If necessary. You can try to use them for ordinary situations, okay, go for it. ”

......

The luster of the teleportation technique flickered, and Duke Balan and more than a hundred of his subordinates had already appeared in a wilderness.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a dark red color, which was flowing and surging. Foaming hot magma, tens of thousands of fissures cut through the crystal-like hot surface, and malevolent flames erupted from it. A qiē in the air. All are twisted and deformed by high temperatures.

This is the Fourth Hell, Fllegso, the Hell of Flames.

Including Balan's face.

"My subordinates don't need to be too weak," the Devil Duke sneered, "So. I'm going to test you. First, I will only recognize his identity if I can pass the guò test. Second ......"

His figure became a shadow in the words.

As soon as the phantom flashed, among the more than 100 subordinates, there was an extra groove.

Flesh and blood splattered in the air, and the shadows flickered for only a moment, but the original hundred or so subordinates were already only seventy! It had been reduced to countless pieces of minced meat of various sizes, spreading out in all directions, but the largest of them was the largest of them. It's only the size of a fist!

However, when Balan's figure appeared and admired his masterpiece, he was suddenly surprised to find that everyone did not react to his actions!

The reason why this result was caused by a single blow was only because the enemy did not take any action - was it stupid?

The duke narrowed his eyes, but then he noticed that the countless pieces of minced meat seemed to have decreased.

No, it's that they're rolling and aggregating, and finally piecing together an as-is figure!

"Interesting. ”

He let out a loud laugh, but before the laughter was over, a beast-like leg suddenly straightened, and its hoofed feet, which had almost doubled, struck the ground again in the chest and abdomen of the gathered humanoid. He didn't know how much power he had in this kick, and with a muffled sound, the figure that had barely gathered was shattered like a watermelon in an instant, and the red plasma and colorful internal organs were splashed in all directions again, spraying seven or eight people behind him!

But the horrible scene had no effect, and the men stood there as if bathed in a drizzle, neither dodging nor wiping.

On the contrary, the murderous Duke of Balaam had a cold face, and the two thick brows were almost mixed together - in his sight, the blood-colored pieces of flesh had begun to roll and converge, right in front of his eyes, and soon the human who had been kicked away had stood up again, staring at him expressionlessly.

At this time, a little far away in sight, all the figures that had just been shattered by Balan had slowly stood up from the ground, and their bodies were stained with large scarlet bloodstains. But in fact, the blood was nothing compared to how they had died. They relined the line with expressionless faces, as if what they had just experienced was nothing more than an order to turn around or salute, and there was no need to pay attention at all.

But that silence turned into an invisible and cold pressure, and it was imminent in an instant!

"Lord Balan, there is no point in you doing this, except for a mere waste of time. It's not going to have any effect on us. The crowd and the high-ranking devil looked at each other like this, but it didn't take long for the figure who had 'died' at least twice to break the silence: "We have passed the trial given by Lord Belial, and it is impossible to kill us with a simple attack. ”

"Really?" said Balan, smirking.

With his voice, his thick upper arm swung forward!

This simple action had a roar comparable to thunder, and the human had already exploded again, but this time, the shattered flesh and blood were almost invisible, because Balan had already swung out an unknown number of punches at this moment! The soaring fire spread from his body like ripples, but only the magically sensitive Cun Zài could find that the flame was not any kind of energy at all, but the heat energy that he rubbed out from the churning air in an instant ignited the fat of the shattered devil!

Although the essence of this attack is still nothing more than an ordinary fist, the body of the Devil Duke makes this attack compare to magic such as dissociation. No less impressive!

But even such a ferocious attack still didn't have half an effect.

The liquid that decomposes in the air scatters and condenses. The human was slowly regrouping a little farther away and standing still. If it weren't for the power of the Devil Duke, who gave Balan the ability to see his true vision, he would almost have thought that he was fighting a ghost that was immune to physical attacks!

This guy must be physical, well, this is a way of restoration.

High-speed recovery?

The Devil Duke erupted two small thunderbolts from his eyes filled with electric fire.

As a devil, Balaam was never smart enough, but he was very self-aware. So the usual way of doing things is very simple. There are only two guidelines - follow Beria's orders and solve any problem in front of you with the strength of muscles, but in fact. No one can despise this simple devil, because only in terms of combat, he has an incomparable talent, so this focus. Let him so far slash an unknown number of powerful enemies. Hit and crushed into minced meat.

But it was this talent that made him understand some simple truths, for example, the essence of life is the soul, and only with the soul can the power be guided. In hell, however, most of the body and soul are one. So, if the soul is tough enough, then it will be divided into countless pieces. It can also be aggregated, chopped up and resurrected. It's not strange to the devil.

However, that is often the only thing that the highest of the great devils can do......

To bridge the soul, it doesn't take much power, but the requirements for the soul itself are extremely strict, even if it is Balan himself, he is usually able to be reborn with a severed limb - and what is lost is lost, and it must take a certain amount of strength to make up for it, and it is impossible to completely assemble the scattered flesh and blood like these warriors in front of him.

The strength of these people may not be high, but the tenacity of the soul is not comparable to him.

This realization made Balan a little annoyed.

He knew that he had misunderstood something again - Beria had given these people to him for his use as combat power, and his current actions had undoubtedly left them with an unsatisfactory impression, which might be doubly difficult to command in the future.

But if that's the case, why are they put in confessional boxes?

The box called the confessional box was an invention of Belial, made of the infernal green steel zuò, a specialty of the Fourth Prison, this cold and brittle metal has a special crystallization process, and after being cast, it is sharpened, and the blade will have a large number of tiny burrs, causing special pain to the enemy, so it is used as a tool for torture and interrogation.

It was a special hobby of the Fourth Lord, where Beria's penchant for splitting flesh and inflicting pain was almost universally known, and his favorite pleasure was to torture anyone, whether an enemy or a minion, to watch the painful journey of their souls.

It is precisely because of this that Balan will treat these people as unlucky consumables that Belial threw at him casually, demoted - the devils are always guaranteed to be ambitious, coveting every opportunity to improve their status, but the lucky ones who succeed in promotion are always a few of the few, and those who fail are the daily life in hell,

"Pain is not just a punishment, it is also an exercise that empowers the soul. ”

As if seeing through Balaam's thoughts, the human suddenly said: pain is only a feeling, but it can bring illusions, as long as these illusions are removed, the power of the soul can be fully exerted, and the trial of repentance is to carry out this kind of strengthening. This is the only thing we can reveal to you, and no one who is not authorized to do so can get more information without the orders of Lord Beria. ”

Balaam snorted.

Even without this explanation, the fight just now was enough for him to see the good in these people - no fear, no fear of injury, no fatigue, and no vertigo...... At least that's all Balaam could see. And if you consider that pain can cause momentary pauses in thinking, as well as limitations on strength...... These seemingly ordinary devils, fallen angels, humans, etc., can exert combat power, and they are obviously not inferior to barb demons, or even medium devils such as spike demons, even compared to high-level devils such as horned demons......

Of course, depending on the usage, the power of these people is probably much more terrifying than those bulky devils.

That's why Beria gave them to himself. Balan's eyes crackled in the lightning-bolt eyes - if they possessed such great power, it would naturally be a sign of the problem that lay in front of Balan. It's also far more complicated than he thought before.

But is that really the case?

The Devil Duke shook his bare head, then turned and stepped into the halo of teleportation, and when he reappeared in space. He was already seated on his throne in the barracks.

The so-called barracks was not actually any buildings, only a valley of a volcanic mountain range as a garrison site, and Balan's throne was carved into a groove in the outer wall of a volcano, where he could overlook the neatly arranged barracks pits throughout the canyon at a glance - the large pits dug out of the half-melted ground were the headquarters of small groups of spikes and barbed demons. The magma seeping from beneath the surface carries high enough heat to evaporate humans, but it is a perfect soft bed for the devil who is immune to fire, and the sky of Flaegothos is forever covered in volcanic ash and steaming sulfur mist. So even if there is no roof, the devils don't have to worry about any rain in the sky. It is also more conducive to them flying in the air or using dimensional teleportation methods to move.

"Let these Sla Toad dung stay in place, and from today onwards, no devil will be allowed to leave the camp, not even the bad ones. I'm going to have to die in the camp!"

The Devil Duke, whose eyes appeared on the mountainside at his feet, roared impatiently, "And. Everybody is working hard to close the gaps in all four directions, and we need to hold on here for at least three days......!"

Balaam's voice paused suddenly, for he had only now realized that the few little devil clerks who were often attendants near his throne did not know where to go at the moment, and in fact, there was not even a single devil near his throne!

What's going on?

Balanji's army didn't have much skill, and he didn't know what to plan for. Only an army that knows what is forbidden can do it, and the only way he can do this is through harshness—there are only two punishments. Fighting to half death, or fighting to death, and how to fight, all depends on how he was feeling at the time, so even when he was not fighting, the loss rate of the Flegsos guards under him has always been high, but when it comes to the plain and pure combat effectiveness of the soldiers, it is enough to be comparable to the Flame Walker Legion recruited by Pilza in Flegos, one of the Eight Demon Generals of Hell.

If it's a head-on confrontation.

"Father-in-law, duke-duke......"

Balaam's eyes narrowed, and after ten counts, the two spiky devils finally rushed to his throne with the light of teleportation, and they were terrified - everyone under Balaam's command knew that when the demon king was angry, the best thing to do was to go a little farther, until he caught some unlucky man who was venting his anger, but now it seemed that his anger was going to be ten out of ten between the two of them.

Unfortunately, distance could not stop the duke's anger, and as his eyes were raised, he spat out a large mouthful of turquoise liquid!

The terrible screams were suddenly high-pitched and piercing - the devil's saliva was strongly corrosive, more dangerous than the magic of the thick acid arrow, and the two devils couldn't bear it either, they screamed and began to roll on the ground, reflexively stretching out their claws to try to rub the acid off their faces, but in fact, when their hands and claws touched them, the skin on their faces also slid down, revealing the blue and white skull bones behind!

"Get out of here! And, what happened here when I wasn't there?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Filna...... The thing in the building of Princess Filna and her subordinates has started to work, and there are quite a few low-level guys who have deserted, so we are ......"

"Bastard!

The Devil Duke roared!

In fact, the situation in front of him never worried Baran, because he had never cared much about Fierna, even though she was Beria's only daughter...... In Balaam's mind, she was nothing more than an arrogant little girl, and most of her memories were of wine in the palace that his father had built him, men, and the sadistic habits that had been passed down through the bloodlines.

Whether she will be able to manage the territory well, Balan cannot speculate, but he can assert that this little girl is sure that it is absolutely impossible to fight a battle that she really faces as a warrior.

In recent times, she seems to have mastered a few legions of spikes and barbs, but it was still a far cry from his father's army hidden among Fregothos. As for Grathea, that little girl may have the help of a very good father, but does she dare to openly challenge Bato's order and declare war on the Fourth Prison?

The Lord of the Nine Hells is a smart man, the smartest one in the entire hell, and what exactly he plans is, even if it is 10,000 Balan's brains mixed together, he may not be able to guess, but Balan is sure that even if he wants to break some rules, it will not be now!

The identity of the Great Devil is not only a symbol of the status of nothingness and the power to command the army, every hell-level Great Devil will be given a powerful power by the plane, taking not only the absolute difference in power, but also representing some higher applications of power, such as the free separation of one's body like a god, creating a doppelganger and the like, as long as it can't be killed with one blow. (To be continued......)