"Filna, lord of the fourth layer?"

The human voice was a little surprised, and the big devil named Filna curled the corners of his ruddy mouth, but before this trace of pride could be dispersed, the man's voice had already turned into her anger: "Is it the biggest vase in the Nine Prisons?" ”

10,000 years ago, in that operation called the 'Great Reckoning', Filna's father, the Great Devil Beria, was also against Asmodeus, but this cunning Great Devil played the role of a wall grass very wittily, so after that large-scale operation, the Great Devil Lord was not as miserable as the others were the Lord of the Nine Hells. Compared to being turned into an ugly form of a slug, or being sealed in an ice wall forever, the punishment of being deprived of his lordship was already quite light.

What's more, the new lord ordered by the head of the Nine Prisons is his daughter.

So, now, 10,000 years later, it is known that the fourth layer of Bato's hell, Fllegsos, is still the territory of the Great Devil Berial, and the titular lord, she is very good at attracting attention, but when the matter of governing the territory comes, she can only serve as a beautiful ornament in the foreground.

Vase.

Of course, in Barto, not everyone can sum up the female lord by this title.

At least Filna doesn't think that the human in front of her has such qualifications!

Speaking of which, the devils are incapable of reproduction, but they are attracted to lust. Isn't that a bit weird? The hateful paddle seemed to be completely unaware of his impending fate, and was still talking nonsense, even involving the devil princess.

"How can the devil not have the ability to reproduce? It's just that it is more difficult to produce offspring among fellow devils. Because it's equivalent to tearing souls, but it's very simple between other different types, otherwise, how do you think the Tiflin in the multiverse is so flooded?"

The corners of Glesia's lips curled slightly, and she replied with a smirk.

However, this smile seemed to have become a fuse, which made the anger on the face of the Fourth Lord even deeper!

Damn it.

Go to hell!

The devil's brows raised slightly, and the air in the space rolled into a whirlpool! The astonishing high-temperature flames condensed in the space, pulling irregular lines like flowing egg whites. The line was extremely thin and seemingly inconspicuous, but as it stretched forward, everything that stood in front of it burst into flames!

Filna narrowed her eyes. It seems to have seen the flames. The scene of the human wailing - this cyan flame was her exclusive ability as a great devil, the so-called elemental immunity was not worth mentioning in front of it, and the human body would be incinerated into a pure soul as soon as it was brushed.

However, the wails don't seem to be coming as expected?

The tumbling flames swelled and parted to the sides like a curtain of vines, and the man's voice rang out, still steady and mocking. The flames gathered in regular circles around him, the large bed in the center. Not even a trace of smoke and dust was raised: "Well, since you have decided, Grace Glaisia." Then I can also devise a plan for this majesty to use against her father. ”

The human said slowly, and without any explanation, he had already debunked all the hole cards of the scene in front of him.

"Of course, the conditions in terms of clerical conditions are basically the same. However, Filna, your own foundation seems to be much worse than that of Glacia, so I have to charge a certain amount more. In a natural tone, he explained to the female lord, "So, are you going to open something in your yard?"

"Open it. ”

A low, magnetic sound that spreads out through the space.

The space is large, it is a hall paved with stone slabs and stone arches as the roof, with a radius of almost more than 1,000 feet. Warm, dim light pours down from the zenith, enveloping the entire space in a haze. However, there was nothing to illuminate in the space - there was nothing to illuminate - only a high chair of rock stood in the middle of the room, on a circular staircase made of more than a dozen layers of stone slabs.

The one who made the voice sat in this chair.

His voice broke the silence and turned into a noise of metal grinding, and with this sound, layers of cracks opened in the originally flat ground around the throne, and metal boxes that exuded a dull green color slowly rose from them.

The more than 100 metal boxes were large and small, with a height of more than ten feet and a small one of only about six feet. But in fact, it is not correct to call them boxes, because in fact they have neither a lid nor a bottom, but only a frame made of metal plates on all four sides, and each frame contains a naked figure.

In the dim light, it could be seen that most of them were humans, a few were half-demons mixed with the appearance of demons, some fallen angels, and even two of them contained dwarves...... However, without exception, these people were bound into the same position by the chains and clasps inside the box, their limbs stretched and locked at the corners of the box, and a steel post and the neck ring on it were the only support for their bodies.

The sound of rubbing comes from the outer edge of each box.

More than a dozen metal rods extended from the box, each with two or three metal joints, and the top was connected to a variety of tools of different shapes—blades, serrations, scissors, and baronets—and as the rods moved like arms, these sharp blades and sharp teeth pierced into the human body, cutting and tearing, and slashing at the flesh and blood! The entire hall seemed to be filled with the thick smell of rust, and the gushing blood continued to flow along the shallow grooves on the ground, and the air seemed to be filled with a thick layer of blood mist!

The grinding of metal was a little weaker, but it was mixed with the gurgling sound of tearing flesh and blood splattering, creating a terrible noise that made the teeth ache. In the blink of an eye, the chest and abdomen of all human bodies have been slashed. The body cavity was already a mess, and all the organs and tissues were completely shattered and splashed. flowing, leaving only a hollow cavity wall. But the metal was still working—splitting, deforming, countless tiny pinprick-like claws grasping at the outside of the wounds, the pink muscles, tearing them off the torso bit by bit! The metal was more flexible than a real arm, every muscle fiber torn off. It's as delicate and complete as cotton thread.

The terrible pain made all the bodies tremble, but they were still alive, and the parts of their faces that had not been cut were already red. Twisted and hideous, but not pale from the huge amount of blood loss. What was even more bizarre was that all the tortured people did not even let out the slightest cry, even though the great pain made the breathing sound louder and louder. The face trembled and distorted. Nor did anyone let out even the faintest whimper or howl.

Knock knock

The heavy thud shattered the eerie silence and opened the eyes of the man on the throne.

The light illuminated his human-like face through a faint mist of blood—his features were almost indistinguishable from those of a human, only slightly fuller, but when combined with a short-horned forehead and a swarthy countenance, it was indescribably hideous. Even if it's just a faint look of unpleasantness. It's enough to make people panic to the extreme!

His movements were slow when his head was raised. The noise had rushed into the hall.

The noise was nothing but the crash of footsteps, but it was a giant over fifteen feet tall, with powerful strides, each time making its body float in the air, as if jumping, and when it fell, the heavy and thick hooves shook the whole ground slightly! There were five hundred feet between the door of the hall and the throne, and it took him less than twenty steps to cross it, and stand still before the stone steps.

In fact, the so-called giant is just a vague overview, at least the tangled muscles of this being's body have developed to the point that it does not look like a human at all. His rough, tough skin shimmered with a metallic sheen. No clothing or armor is worn. His scarlet-like animal-like legs and forked tail were revealed, but hundreds of faces were wrapped around his waist like that—palm-sized pieces of loose leather delicately sewn into a broad belt, and on each piece of skin, a pain-twisted face.

His head was the closest thing to a human in his entire body, but three times larger than a human, and his bare head was crisscrossed with a dozen swollen veins, each almost half an inch thick, and perhaps to make up for it, his black eyebrows and beard were so thick that his face looked as if it were buckled against his neck.

"His Majesty Beria, a doppelganger of your daughter, has appeared near one of my stations, where something is being built. Glancing at the man on the throne, he spoke in a rough voice, tiny flames erupting from his eyes, blazing and shining, and a majestic voice buzzing, but surprisingly not unpleasant: "Is this your will?"

"How many soldiers did he bring?" the Devil Lord's brow moved in front of him on the throne, not knowing whether he was unhappy that his pleasure had been interrupted or the other party's rude attitude, but he didn't say anything, just asked lightly.

"It's just a few hundred scraps. The giant grinned, and a green spit dripped from between his jagged fangs, making a snorting sound on the ground, and a puff of white smoke: "But it looks like she's going to do a lot of things, like she's going to build a little castle there!"

"Not a castle, but a theater. The former lord of the Fourth Hell paused and corrected.

"What kind of weapon is that, is it powerful? But I don't feel any magic. ”

"It's not a weapon, but it's ...... Forget it, you understand that they will make the magic work in the end. The big devil on the throne sighed and simply gave up the explanation: "This is something he learned from that little bitch, she is right to fight your troops, but you may not be able to attack her." ”

The giant froze, and let out a series of thunderous roars—or rather, laughter. "Magic? What is that trick? Perfect, invincible, beautiful, and stunning, the power of the art and the explosion of super terrible muscles is the most powerful! With their little strength, it is not enough to fill my teeth! I don't need any legions, just three, no, two punches, I can beat them all into meat sauce, along with their castle!"

"Balan, you'd better remember. The body is controlled by the soul, and if there is no soul, then no matter how terrible your power is, it is just a waste. They won't attack you on their own initiative. There aren't many mages in your camp to defend against their attacks directly against the souls. ”

The Great Devil on the throne said coldly.

His gaze scanned the metal boxes around him, and at this moment, the last bit of muscle on the figures had been torn clean. But then, a rich blood-colored luster burst out from the gray-green metal box, filling the body that had been cut into a skeleton, and in an instant. Countless flesh buds grew wildly from the white bones, tangled and entangled with each other. Eventually, the process lasted only about one breath, and the granulations had reshaped all of the human's body, except for a few patches of blood stained on the skin. Everyone's bodies have fully recovered!

But that's not the end of it. And just the beginning of the next round!

"You can do anything. ”

The bald Devil Duke was stunned, and he seemed to want to refute, but in the end it ended with a lame compliment.

Omnipotent?

The Great Devil Lord smiled.

Truly.

Although he could not enter the Bronze Castle, his eyes could still see many things, and his ears could easily hear the so-called secrets...... But a true devil lord knows everything.

Of course, in fact, in the entire Nine Prisons, there is only one omniscient being. That is Asmodeus, and only the Lord of the Nine Hells can be called omniscient and omnipotent. Because of this, Asmodeirs was able to deprive him of his title as lord and give it to Filna...... Of course, the Lord of the Nine Prisons did not think that Filna could replace Belial, but this kinship could divide his legion more effectively.

Beria never thought that he was really much worse than the Lord of the Nine Prisons, although he was indeed weaker...... That's because he doesn't have enough power, the power of the ninth layer of hell is said to be able to destroy the other eight layers of hell, and the fourth hell is ...... Beria thought that his forces could only roughly annihilate two or three garrisons at the level of hell, which was already the limit.

This is not some delusion or ambition, but the result of very pragmatic calculations and experiments, and it almost became a reality.

Yes, just a little bit.

Beria had already decided that he was going to start a war

He had assembled a powerful army, led by all sorts of mutated devils and the toughest of devil commanders, ready to invade the fifth and sixth layers, and he was convinced that his army could defeat Levistus and Count Ghostwoman, thus making him an unprecedented powerful being with the three planes of hell, second only to the Lord of the Nine Hells.

Grasia!

The unexpected rise of that devil princess disrupted his plans...... She struck the first blow and killed the former lord of the Sixth Hell, and then replaced him, so that Belia did not dare to act rashly now, as it could provoke the full wrath of Asmodells. He could only reluctantly prepare and stay on the sidelines, he planned to see what would happen to the new player after he joined the dirty game of Hell.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with Yiqiē, he still controlled everything on the fourth level, while the titular lord indulged in all kinds of pleasures, and Filna had always been quite satisfied with this arrangement. But as time slowly passed, inevitably, everything began to change......

At first, Beria thought that Filna was just using her means to find out some secrets about the Sixth Hell and Asmodeus...... However, it was with his acquiescence and indulgence that a fairly strong 'friendship' had been established between Glesia and Filna, and she spent much of her time in the latter's red and bronze castle in Malboghi......

The daughter even began to call herself Archduchess Filna, out of imitation of her 'friend'.

There must be the shadow of the Lord of the Nine Hells in this, and his plan is only a further split of Phlegsos!

Because of Glesia's little bitch actions, Filna seems to have become more interested in things like governing a territory and having more subordinates. The lust and ambition that overflowed the devil's blood made her even more greedy, and she was no longer satisfied with being a nominal lord and leaving all the decisions to her father.

In the beginning, she was content with petty fights, such as developing some believers in the main physical plane. The ceremony was held, though she declared that she was only hoping to get first-hand information about the operation of the territory, so that she could take care of the trivial matters that bothered her dear old father.

And now, this nonsense has become more and more unbearable.

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 a new army, 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, (to be continued......