Viscount Maman's eyes shone slightly, and his tongue like a poisonous snake came out of his mouth to show the excitement and excitement in his master's heart.

The devil commander nodded quickly: "Yes. However, the artillery unit suffered heavy losses in the shooting. We don't have many heavy weapons to continue to implement this tactic."

Viscount Maman waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter. After taking down the outermost city wall, it doesn't matter whether there are those artillery pieces or not. Send someone to inform Archduke Balzeb, saying that I have broken through the Steel City and it is urgently needed."

Some reinforcements to expand the victory."

"Attack...break?"

The devil commander was stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced at the layered city defense system, which was as hard to chew as a hedgehog.

Obviously, conquering only the outermost city wall is still far from the goal of "conquering the City of Steel".

At least eight or more city walls must be captured to barely occupy the outer city.

But soon he understood the intention of his lord, and he opened his mouth in disbelief and tried: "You mean to use deception to exchange for more reinforcements to supplement our troop consumption?"

"What is deception!

Didn't we capture the outermost wall?

Aren't these walls part of the City of Steel?

So I said there’s a problem with us conquering the City of Steel?”

Viscount Maman twisted his body and came to his men and asked with an unhappy face.

Upon seeing this, the devil commander immediately put on a loyal look and responded loudly: "No, there is no problem. Your wisdom is beyond my reach. I will personally report the situation to Archduke Barzeb now and ask him to send reinforcements."

"Then go quickly!

Remember, this time I can't be as opportunistic as before.

Otherwise, no level lord in the entire Bator Hell will trust me and be willing to ally with me.

At that time, the third level will be isolated by everyone."

When saying these words, Viscount Maman's attitude obviously became very bad.

This is why he, who has always been greedy and stingy, launched a fierce attack at the expense of casualties.

If we don't achieve some decent results in this cooperation, we will become a weakling and a weak persimmon.

Don't really expect to survive in hell then.

Maybe even the devil dukes under his command will want to take his place, and then plot to seize power with the support of lords from other levels or Asmodeus.

Therefore, Viscount Maman must win this battle, and he must fight it beautifully.

On the other side, on the eighth level - Cania, the war between Mephistopheles and Archduke Balzebul has already begun.

As an extremely cold level, the environment here has many similarities with the fifth level.

Many glaciers moving as fast as a human running squeeze each other, causing violent avalanches and countless ice cubes to roll down.

The loud rumbling sound and the ice cubes that are enough to smash the dragon into pulp are definitely everyone's nightmare.

To be exact, most mortals don't even survive a few minutes on this level.

Because that kind of coldness cannot be resisted by wearing more clothes.

It is a kind of magical extreme cold that directly affects the soul.

Regardless of whether it is a devil or a soul that has entered this level, as long as it does not stay in a warm room or next to a campfire, it will be completely frozen into an ice sculpture in a short time.

Yes, you are not mistaken.

Even souls who are not afraid of cold are like this, let alone other creatures.

But the interesting thing is that this level is terribly cold as a whole, but the interior of Morfista Fortress, the residence of the lord, is hot.

Not only are there bright and warm fires, but there are also inexhaustible hot springs.

Its level of luxury is simply beyond the reach of any mortal palace.

Of course, after Archduke Balzebul came in with his legion, this originally quiet and lifeless plane was finally broken.

The loud shouts of death, explosions and magical effects instantly shattered the peace here.

Various avalanches, ice cubes rolling down from the top of the glacier, and rocks pouring down like raindrops.

Many devils who had no time to react were buried alive deep underground in an instant.

The rest of those who escaped were not so lucky, and had to continue to fight against the enemy in the biting cold.

"Mephistopheles! Stop being a coward! Get out of here and let us settle the accounts together over the years."

The twisted body of Archduke Barzebul that made people feel strong discomfort appeared behind his own army, and he directly issued a decisive invitation to his sworn enemy.

About two or three seconds later, a humanoid creature with hellish red skin, horns, and wings appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, holding a steel fork tightly in his hand, and wearing a deep and dark magic weapon behind his back.

cloak.

You know without asking that this is the famous eighth level lord - Mephistopheles.

If there is one very obvious characteristic about this guy, it is that his appearance is almost the same as the standard devil in the impression of mortals.

But if anyone dares to underestimate him because of this, it would be a big mistake.

Because Mephistopheles is the only dimension lord in the entire Baator Hell who has not fallen victim to Asmodeus.

To be precise, he had seen through the tricks of the Lord of Hell a long time ago, so he made full preparations in advance to create a false identity for himself - Baron Morikros.

Then, one person plays two roles, allowing one "self" to challenge the dominance of the other "self".

In this way, Mephistopheles can ensure that his position is as stable as a mountain through this double act.

After all, the challenger's ecological niche has been filled by himself, and it will be difficult for others to obtain the support needed to challenge the lord when there are competitors.

Sometimes, in order to avoid being suspected by Asmodeus, this guy would even let one of himself perform a coup to kill the other, and then come back after a while, making the outside world mistakenly think that the political situation on the eighth level is forever.

In a state of turmoil.

When the truth was revealed, all the devils were shocked by Mephistopheles's cunning and cunning in politics.

"Hahahaha! You are finally willing to show up!"

Archduke Barzebul waved the disgusting sticky tentacles on his body and laughed wildly.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember when I avoided you.

And I'm curious, what gave you the courage to start a war?

Have you forgotten that the last time you did this, you changed from the Archon God Clan that you are most proud of to the disgusting appearance you are now."

Mephistopheles was obviously a "master of yin and yang", and with just a few words he hit the lungs of Archduke Barzebul, making the latter tremble with anger.

After all, the handsome image of the Archon Protoss has always been the trait that Grand Duke Barzebul was most proud of, and he even publicly laughed at the hideous and ugly appearance of other devils more than once.

But in the end, he ended up being uglier than 99.999% of the devils.

"snort!

You are still just talking words as before.

When Soth successfully defeats Asmodeus and becomes the new Lord of Hell, you will understand why I have such courage.

But it is a pity that you will not see this day.

Before the winner is determined between the ninth and tenth floors, I will kill you first."

As he spoke, Archduke Balzeb waved his tentacles and jumped into the air to rush towards the opponent.

The Archon Protoss who had fallen with him back then followed closely behind, blocking out all the enemy troops who tried to rush up to help.

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boom!!!!!!!

The huge body of the Flying Insect Lord directly hit the stiff ice, creating a huge deep hole on the spot. The scattered ice cubes were like bullets and cannonballs, causing astonishing damage to the surrounding demons.

"You are still as reckless as before."

Mephistopheles replied unceremoniously, then waved his weapon and faced him.

The two level lords started fighting not long after they met.

The terrifying destructive power quickly formed an inaccessible and dangerous area around it.

Seeing that the lords were personally fighting on the front line, the rest of the demon army could not be lazy, so they pumped themselves into the water and tried their best to fight the enemy in front of them.

Even the biting chill in the environment seemed to have subsided a lot during the fierce battle.

"Prepare to die! You cunning, dirty, dirty liar!"

Archduke Barzebul roared and tried to suppress his opponent.

Although Asmodeus stripped him of his archon-like appearance, this twisted, ugly body was not weak. On the contrary, it was greatly strengthened in close combat.

Especially the mucus attached to the surface of the body makes it difficult for most weapons to cause effective damage to it.

It may even slide away directly due to the significant reduction in friction.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that you are really confident in Soth.
To be continued...