Azazler's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but even so, it could not hide his awkwardness.

"What are you...what do you think I'm doing?" he had to ask.

The first-time fallen smiled even brighter. You can even imagine what it would be like to be a ragged uncle with greasy hair looking at you with a strange smile on his face.

"Speaking of this, we have known each other for so many years, and I still don't know what you look like." said the first fallen man.

"What I look like? Haha, have you never heard of it? Everyone who sees my true face is gone, so..." Azazel said.

But he didn't expect that the first fallen man suddenly interrupted him.

"I want to see it."

A suffocating silence...Asazel's two groups of ghost fires stared at the first fallen ones: "You said! What!"

"I said I want to see, why don't you take off your hood?"

"After the first fall, I warn you that you are provoking me!" Azazler suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Hi! Hi! Don't be so irritable, I'm just a little curious... Oh, by the way, I have a story, I guess you must be very interested. When I finish telling it, your attitude towards me should change."

The first fallen one said.

The pressure spread, and none of the three kings of hell were fools, so the remaining two felt vaguely that when the story ended, something big would happen.

The first fallen man was still saying: "We all know that hell is a place where dead people and demons gather, but in history, there were once living people who came to hell, and then left as living people... The first person was Judas. Of course, because of the oath, his soul after he hanged himself was now imprisoned at the bottom of the furnace, enduring torture, and the second person was that bastard Constantine. There was no way, because the contract on this guy made us have no way to do it..."

"What the hell are you going to say? Are you teaching history?" asked Bethibu.

"Don't worry, it's about to get to the point. We all know the two people I just mentioned, but... there is actually another person who has been to hell and left again."

Bethibu was stunned for a moment: "This is impossible, the living person cannot leave the gate of hell."

"It is true, but... about three hundred years ago, a king of hell once quietly opened a gap in the door of hell for a mortal, and brought him back to the world... This man, named Alicair Dante, did this because the man was a poet, who promised to bring the name of the king of hell to the world, pass on, sing praises, and pass on for thousands of years, and the person who opened the door of hell for him was you...Asazel."

After saying this, Azazel couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to dig it very deeply. What's that name... Well... Dante's boy, I almost forgot him. Indeed, I did this. At that time, human beliefs were not stable. What happened to me when I found a fool to bring my name to the world? If it were you, you would do this too."

The first fallen nodded: "Ha, that's right, so I'm not mocking you, but praising your wit. After Dante returned to the world, he did write all his views and hearings in hell in the book. Azazel's name was circulated in half of the human world... However, Dante is a stubborn academic school. When he was writing a collection of poems called "Divine Comedy", he looked up a lot of information, among which he was most concerned about was you."

Speaking of this, Azazel seemed to realize something.

"Haha...what did you think of?" said the first fallen man with a smile, "Yes, you let that guy return to the world, so he was fascinated by you. He spent his whole life studying you, from image, to voice, to everything he could imagine, and recorded all of this in a manuscript. Of course, he knew that most of these things could not be circulated in the world, so he did not write everything in the poem collection!"

"Bastard, what are you going to say?" Azazler suddenly shouted angrily.

The first fallen man raised his head slightly: "The Divine Comedy - The First Draft of Hell" Chapter 75 says, Azazel, the King of Hell, three heads, three sides, hidden in the darkness, the sun and the moon meet, and when the world is light, the power of the King of Hell will return to nothingness."

The words have not ended!

"Haha!" Azazel suddenly laughed, "This is the story you are going to tell? A collection of poems that add fuel to the fire and random thoughts?"

"Yes, it's this collection of poems. Although it's added fuel to the fire, it may not be true."

"Haha, a first-time fallen man, are you sick? Your mind is out of control? Do you think that there are my weaknesses in a collection of mortal poems?"

The first fallen man smiled and said, "Actually... I didn't believe it at first, so I went to Hell's Gate to check the list of souls in those years. What surprised me was that in the nearly a hundred years since Dante left Hell, no one called "Alicairie Dante" had died. Could it be that all the people who named this name went to heaven?...Don't you think this is a bit too coincidental? So I was wondering whether someone was afraid that this guy knew some secrets that he shouldn't know, so he turned away all the people who called that name out of the door and became a forbidden person in hell!"

The first fallen man was talking!

"Uh ah ah ah—!"

With a loud roar, the wind around the entire furnace seemed to instantly turn into a burning sharp blade, surrounding the first fallen man. Azazle knew that it was impossible for him to hide what he wanted to hide. However, he never expected that this secret that had disappeared for hundreds of years would be suddenly learned by the first fallen man... Was it the guy standing next to him who was the one who was doing it?

It was easy. At this time, Azazel had no intention of thinking about this anymore. He could only take advantage of his strength to quickly trap the first fallen ones.

"Beiseb! Why are you still standing there? If I'm done, then the next one is you! He is no match for us. I promise that after killing this guy, you and me will be half of the territory of hell!" He yelled!

However, before he could finish howling, a big hand suddenly penetrated the scorching wind and grabbed Azazel's neck!
Chapter completed!