"Don't the other devils think so?" Elose asked in a daze.

"Most of this is true," Hell Will continued in a sad tone: "But there are a small number of people, only a small group of people, who do not think so. They think that Hell Will is just like this, but a stronger Maharaja. Of course, this position can also be someone else, or they themselves.

Moreover, some great kings are surrounded by sinister villains. Those villains never go to the battlefield by themselves. They will only point fingers behind our brave warriors and play with power. I am worried that some high-level devils may be deceived by those villains."ωωw..net

Although Iroth didn't know much, he had also vaguely heard of some of the great kings of the seven-level hell have always been interested in the status and identity of the hell's will. The black hole of desire will never be filled, so the devil's pursuit of power will naturally never stop.

When they call the Maharaja of Hell a layer, they will begin to pursue the throne of hell's will.

Of course, these people are not just a small person as Hell Will says, nor can they be just deceived by villains.

Iroth understood what hell will want, and Iroth was not pedantic. In order to survive better and achieve his goals, Iroth also had to surrender in the face of such a powerful hell will.

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Moreover, after training in hell, Iroth became much thicker and darker than before. Although Iroth was not good at showing loyalty, it did not affect his behavior at all.

So he said the words he wished to hear:

"That small group of reactionaries is really stupid. "I am really worried about their IQ. They dare to question your authority of His Majesty Hell. Please be honest, I can't imagine what hell would look like without you. Oh, seven-story hell, it's not like hell. It's like something similar to seven-story building."

Hell Will waved his hand and said, "Don't underestimate them, never underestimate any enemies. I at least praise the courage of those who dare to be enemies with me."

He said that hell will sighed again. Today's will seems particularly sad, he said:

"Ilos, do you know what to do before hitting someone?"

Before Iroth could answer, he said to himself: "We must clench our fists first. We must close our five fingers before we can hit our opponents. Unfortunately, the fists of hell cannot clench them, so the current situation will appear. If we are united enough, how can we sign a peace treaty with the demons?

Is it because we are too weak in hell now that I have to endure this smelly air and take the initiative to sign this abominable armistice treaty?

"Master, subordinate...master is really incompetent!"

Iroth clenched his fists tightly, but his heart was filled with fear.

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He understood that he, who had just walked out of danger, might have stepped into a bigger crisis again and again. Is the political struggle in hell so fun?

In Iroth's heart, the political struggle in hell is probably even more terrifying than the journey to the abyss.

"No, it has nothing to do with you, there is no need to say anything, I understand your loyalty."

Hell Will patted Iroth on the shoulder again and said, "Soon, you will become the commander of the first level of hell, and an outstanding general will not shed tears. You will be the highest authority under the Demon Lord of the First level of hell. You are not my subordinate, so I can only ask you, you will be by Mostima at that time.

You also know that Mostima is a woman, and a creature like a woman has always been the source of chaos, lacking wisdom, elusive and irrational. So she may do some stupid things sometimes. I hope you can stand up and dissuade her at that time. After all, she is the devil king. I don’t want her to go astray. With your wisdom, you will definitely let her understand what is wrong and what is right."

"I understand!"

"Then it all depends on you, and soon we will start a war against Paradise Hill, and I look forward to your performance, Iloth."

"I will definitely not let down His Majesty's expectations."

"Very good, then let's go back now," said a gorgeous door rose in front of Hell's will, "Come in, I'll take you back, and there is a grand ceremony to welcome the heroes waiting for you."

Mostima saw Elos from the castle and her teeth were almost broken.

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During the period when Elos left, she had completely regarded Elos' territory and castle as her own things. During the six months after Elos left, she invested a lot of money and manpower in Elos' castle to participate in the construction.

Now the location of Iroth's new Blood Castle is closer to the center of the first level of Hell, and there are abundant resources around the castle.

The wide moat surrounds the entire city. In one corner of the castle, there is a pier that leads directly to the Styx River. There are taverns and rest places on the pier. This pier allows the Styx boatmen to stop and rest here, and also allows those who want to travel through the Styx River to get faster and more convenient services.

The area of ​​the Mage Area has also become larger, and the Mage Tower has been erected like a forest.

The solemn and heavy Fallen Angel Auditorium became more majestic, the spacious and flat avenue made the merchants' exchanges faster, and under the cemetery outside the castle, a huge underground undead market became more and more ghostly under the management of the Bone Demon.

In short, all of this, everything Mostima likes, and all the things she has invested in manpower, funds and even hard work, will be given to Iros.

If Mostima could do it, she would like to kill Mostima now, but the problem was that she was not a demon, she was a devil.

In the devil's world, even the superiors cannot do anything as they wish. They must abide by the rules and promises.

Below the castle was a crowded crowd, countless adventurers, black-robed mages, fallen angels and various devils blocked the roads of the city tightly. They all rushed to see the appearance of the hero Iroth.

Withered rose petals and black widow flowers sprinkled from the sky, the devils cheered neatly, and under the leadership of some people, welcoming Ilosma.

Iroth rode on the modified Hell War Horse, which was much weaker than Nightmare, in terms of speed and endurance, but it also did not have the side effects of nightmare that make people dream of nightmare.

Iros straightened his waist vigorously, with a faint smile on his face, waving his hands to the literal direction, just enduring such cheers.

Needless to say, such welcome was hinted by specialists to organize some people to welcome Iroth.

If no one specially organizes it, who will care about the bullshit heroes? Most devils would rather do their own things.

Someone is building momentum for himself. Ilo's thoughts, is it Mostima?

After the negotiations, Mostimath found Iroth and talked, and his distrust of the will of hell was beyond words.

Iroth could even feel a faint encouragement and hint in such a conversation, as if encouraging Iroth to go further.

Iroth, who will be called the first hell of laziness, goes a step further. Do you want me to become the lord of the first hell?

That was really a distant thing.

Moreover, after returning this time, all this had been arranged long ago. The news of his successful mission to the abyss spread throughout the seventh level of hell almost instantly. Countless minstrels were already singing the story of how Iloth beat the three giants of the abyss in the abyss.

Such multi-level and large-scale publicity can be seen by anyone who is behind the scenes, and the only one who can make such a big noise in the entire seven-level hell is hell.
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