"Choice?"

Martinot raised his head and stared at the evil red eyes of the Lord of Hell, with an expression of doubt and confusion on his face.

As perhaps one of the few truly trustworthy subordinates of Asmodeus, he has been deeply involved in games with many dimensional lords more than once, and has also witnessed the rise and fall of countless dimensional lords.

But no one has ever been able to reach a tacit understanding with his master like Zuo Si that only two people can understand.

The two of them seemed to have telepathy. No matter how obscure the signal sent by one of them was, the other would immediately receive it and respond.

Moreover, Asmodeus's attitude towards Zuo Si is also very strange. It is not like using and guarding against lords from other levels, but is closer to an equal cooperation.

Otherwise, if other levels had developed to the level of the ninth level, which was enough to threaten Nasus, various ambitious young men would have jumped out long ago and started challenging the lord's authority and trying to seize power and usurp the throne.

At that time, this level will fall into endless internal friction and gradually decline.

In fact, most of the changes in level lords in Baator Hell were secretly more or less tacitly approved and even supported by Asmodeus.

Otherwise, with the blessing of the planar will with strong lawful evil tendencies, the lords of all levels can eat their subordinates to death.

Through this political method, the Lord of Hell can easily solve challengers one after another within the rules without even using his supreme authority.

This is why there are various speculations about the true identity of Asmodeus.

He is really too mysterious, even more elusive than the Will of the Abyss, and has never shown his true power from beginning to end.

Because so far there is no enemy that requires his full strength, he often eliminates all threats with just a light touch.

So Martinot was not sure what his master was thinking and how he was going to operate next.

Asmodeus undoubtedly noticed the reaction of his manager, and explained with a faint smile on his face: "You have to understand that when a person can bring huge benefits and benefits to a certain group, he will naturally become a natural person."

leader and the center of the political storm.

Regardless of whether he himself has such a wish, he may be forced to move forward by the huge vested interest groups behind him.

This is the current situation in Soth.

Since he was absent from Baator Hell for a long time, he ignored that while he was constantly bringing in a large number of souls, he had been regarded by countless devils as the only hope for promotion.

Because in the original system, it would take at least decades or even hundreds of years for a devil to climb up from the bottom.

This is determined by the total amount of souls we can obtain, so the promotion of devils is often very difficult.

But now, as the number of souls obtained begins to increase exponentially, the energy possessed by hell as a whole is enough to support more devils to be promoted from low-level to high-level.

What's more, Soth even allowed other lords to send their men into the huge city to lure mortals into signing contracts, so that all devils could benefit from it.

So before he knew it, a rather large but very loose group had gathered behind him.

Now all it takes is someone to take the lead, and this group will quickly gather together to form an extremely powerful propulsive force, forcefully pushing them against me.

Only when he becomes the Lord of Hell can all levels of Baator Hell enjoy the same treatment as the ninth level.

In other words, what Soth is doing is increasing the total amount rather than competing for the stock.

But those devils who hope that Soth can replace me as the new Lord of Hell don't know that the moment he replaces me, he will lose the power of the planeswalker, and then lose the souls that are constantly pouring in from other time and space, and the universe.

That's why I took this opportunity to remind him and let him understand that it's time to make a choice.

Otherwise, when this vested interest group expands to a certain extent, it may resonate with the will of the plane.

By then, he and I will inevitably become mortal enemies.

Of course, I believe Isos is smart enough to know his situation and make the right choice by now.

So don’t worry, he will give you an answer soon with practical actions.”

As we all know, a person who shares the cake is usually a good manager.

Because he needs to distribute the benefits in the stock in a way that is acceptable to everyone, ensuring that the strong party does not take too much, and that the weak party does not starve to death.

Only in this way can the stability of the basic market be ensured.

Most of the time, what the supreme ruler does is divide the cake.

If it is divided well, then this regime can continue stably.

If the division is not done well, either the upper class is dissatisfied and launches a coup to seize power, or the lower class cannot survive and breaks out in uprising and overthrows the table.

And Asmodeus happens to be such a master of dividing the cake.

Under his rule, there has never been a bottom-up uprising in Baator Hell with the goal of overthrowing the existing rulers, and no nobles or level lords have ever dared to stand up and publicly declare that they want to seize the Lord of Hell.

s position.

Because he can always get stuck on the edge of the bottom line that everyone can bear, and will never take even one step forward.

It is precisely because of this that he knows very well what it means to be a person who can continue to make the cake bigger, and he also understands what kind of crazy actions those devils who had no hope of promotion in the past would do for Zuo Si.

"I see, I think I understand what you mean."

Martinot lowered his head deeply and bowed to his master with unfathomable wisdom.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the Lord of Hell suddenly asked: "How is the war situation outside now?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Everything is happening according to your script.

Zarrell has been surprisingly honest this time, at least so far he has not behaved out of the ordinary.

In addition, we have hidden at least ten demon legions under the cover of war.

If everything goes well, it won't take long to achieve the expected goal."

Martinot told everything he knew without thinking.

It is not difficult to tell from these words that in fact the tragic casualties on the battlefield were all fake.

Especially the deceased who fell down were not actually dead at all, they were just injured.

The moment they fall, they will be immediately absorbed into the soil and then transported to Marsham, the fortress of hell.

So even though the fight looked fierce, it was actually a group of veteran actors showing off their acting skills, and neither of them would greet each other's fatal parts.

“Very good! Keep it up.”

Asmodeus nodded with satisfaction, then sat on the sofa and silently looked out at the blood-red sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

Almost at the same time, far away on the second level of Dis, Viscount Maman's army had surrounded Archduke Disbat's steel city and launched a fierce attack without even a word of nonsense.

Thanks to the technological progress brought about by the technology spillover from the huge cyberpunk city, thousands of magic cannons were lined up in the distance, constantly making deafening roars.

Cannonballs with astonishing power streaked across the sky, hitting the city wall or inside the city, causing violent explosions.

Some super-large-caliber magic artillery can even fire out dozens of tons or even hundreds of tons of shells, and the explosion power is enough to instantly level an area the size of several football fields.

Regardless of whether it is a building or something else, after being bombed, only the horrific crater and the surrounding unrecognizable ruins are left.

Even strong steel appears extremely fragile in the face of such a powerful weapon.

But the legions under Archduke Dispater were obviously not vegetarians either.

In particular, the mage towers and long-range rocket launchers scattered at high altitudes can also fire back at enemy artillery positions.

As a result, the armies under the lords of the two levels began to engage in artillery battles, and it was very lively.

There were even a large number of demons with the ability to fly fighting together overhead.

If you also include the magic teleportation and the elite commandos who swim through the magma from below, it is simply an all-round war integrating sea, land and air.

The battlefield situation is changing almost every moment.

Any commander with a slightly inferior level would be in a panic and not know what to do.

Because there is so much information that needs to be analyzed and processed in a short period of time.

Many pit fiends often need to issue more than five commands quickly within a few seconds.

Otherwise, the defense lines in certain areas may be at risk of collapse.

Such rapid mobilization of troops and defenses has clearly exceeded what mortals can bear.

Even the fleets assisted by artificial intelligence in the interstellar era will never be able to match the devils of Baator Hell in terms of tactics, strategy and military literacy.

Since both sides had no intention of communicating and negotiating, the war was extremely fierce from the beginning.

Viscount Mammon, who had been a weakling for many times, finally made a desperate move this time. Not only did he bring all his wealth with him, but he also hired a yugoloth to work for him.

In just a few hours, the outermost steel city wall has become riddled with holes and is crumbling.

There are even gaps opened in some places, and countless devils are pouring in without stopping and starting to clean up the ruins and corpses, opening up a way forward for the legions behind.

"Sir, in half an hour at most, we will be able to completely eliminate the resistance on the outermost wall and realize the first step of your grand plan.

But the problem is that the casualties caused by this reckless attack are too great.

If this continues, our military strength will not be enough.

Maybe we can try to besiege it first, since there is no way that Archduke Dispater will have any reinforcements."

A frontline commander knelt on the ground and excitedly gave a detailed report to Viscount Maman.

"Oh? Has the outermost wall been taken down?"
To be continued...