Chapter nine hundred and eighty sixth light and dark
Regardless of whether Fierna's method really works, she is consuming the precious resources of the Fourth Hell. The outstanding devils lost in petty fights over the past thousands of years have been enough to form several new armies.
What's even more troublesome is that this mutual attack has created indelible hatred between the subordinates who were supposed to fight together. Now before every action, Beria must consider whether the guy who executes the plan will be harmed.
Inexplicable interference,
Therefore, we must interrupt the hand that is pushing the flames behind, otherwise everything will still be endless.
"We can wait a little longer." The big devil laughed: "We can wait until they do something."
"Wait a minute... Oh, you already know that they are actually vulnerable and are no match for me? I understand, now I can destroy them directly. Then, I will send your daughter back."
"Lord Lord..."
"What?" The giant man was stunned.
"It is Lord Lord. It is a position of power appointed by the Lord of the Nine Hells, the great Asmodeus. Whether it is my daughter or not, Her Majesty Fierna, it is all on this level. Phlegethos
The lord, and I am just the former lord, you can't make any mistakes from now on."
"This? Yes, Lord...no, it's Lord Beria." The devil Duke named Balan was stunned, without any doubt.
"You can bring some new subordinates back."
Beria's voice fell, and then around his throne, the more than a hundred metal cages made a clicking sound, and everyone imprisoned in them was pushed out. Then the metals were withdrawn under the ground.
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"Yes." The giant man's sparkling eyes swept over those who barely stood upright, and he did not hide his contempt: "Your Majesty... Sir, the losses in my team are very fast."
"If necessary, you can try to use them to deal with ordinary situations, okay, go ahead."
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The light of the teleportation technique flashed, and Duke Balan and more than a hundred subordinates appeared in the wilderness.
As far as the eye can see, there is only a dark red color, which is flowing and foaming hot magma. Tens of thousands of cracks split the crystal-like hot surface, and malicious flames spurt out from it. In the air.
Everything is twisted and deformed by the high temperature.
This is the original appearance of the Fourth Hell, Fregeso, the Hell of Fire.
Including Balaam's face.
"My subordinates don't need people who are too weak," the Devil Duke said with a ferocious smile: "So, I want to test you. First, only those who can pass the test will be recognized by me. Second...
…”
His figure turned into a shadow in the words.
With a flash of shadow, a trench appeared among the more than a hundred subordinates.
Minced meat and blood splashed in the air, and the shadow flickered for just a moment, but there were only seventy people left out of more than a hundred subordinates! The missing people had turned into countless pieces of meat of varying sizes.
It spread out in all directions, but the largest piece of meat was only the size of a fist!
However, when Balaam's figure appeared once, admiring his masterpiece, he was suddenly surprised to find that no one responded to his actions!
The reason why this result was caused by one blow was simply because the enemy did not take any action - was he too frightened?
The Duke squinted his eyes, but then he noticed that the countless pieces of meat seemed to have decreased.
No, they are rolling together and finally forming an original figure!
"interesting."
He laughed loudly, but before the laughter ended, a beast-like leg suddenly straightened out! The hoof foot, which had almost doubled in size, hit the ground and kicked the gathered human figure's chest and abdomen again. His kick
I don't know how much power he had in his mouth. With a muffled sound, the figure that had been barely gathered together suddenly burst into pieces like a watermelon. Red plasma and colorful internal organs once again splashed everywhere, spraying all the people behind him.
Seven or eight people are all covered in it!
But this horrific scene had no effect. Those people stood there as if bathed in drizzle, neither escaping nor wiping away.
On the contrary, the perpetrator of the crime, Duke Balan, had a cold face, and his two thick brows almost blended together - in his sight, the bloody pieces of flesh had begun to roll and gather, right in front of his eyes, and soon
The human being who had been kicked away had stood up again and looked at him expressionlessly.
At this time, a little further away from the sight, all the figures who had just been smashed by Balan had slowly stood up from the ground. Their bodies were covered with large scarlet bloodstains. But in fact, the blood was the same as that of Balan.
Compared with their previous deaths, they were simply insignificant. They lined up again with expressionless faces, as if what they had just experienced was just an order to turn around or salute, and there was no need to pay attention at all.
But that silence turned into an invisible and cold pressure, which suddenly became imminent!
"Your Excellency Balan, there is no point in doing this. Apart from simply wasting time, it is unlikely to have any effect on us." The crowd and the high-level devil looked at each other like this, but not long after, that
The figure who had died at least twice broke the silence: "We have passed the test given by Lord Beria. It is impossible to kill us with a simple attack."
"Really?" Balan said with a ferocious smile.
Following his voice, his thick upper arm suddenly swung forward!
This simple action brought a roar that was comparable to thunder. The human had exploded again, but this time, there was almost no trace of the shattered flesh and blood, because Balan had already wielded an unknown force at this moment.
How many punches! The soaring fire spread from around him like ripples, but only those who are sensitive to magic can discover that the flame is not any kind of energy at all, but the heat energy generated by the friction of the instantly churning air that ignited the quilt.
Smash the devil's fat!
Although the essence of this attack is still just an ordinary punch, the body of the Devil Duke makes this attack comparable to magic such as dissociation!
But even such a fierce attack still had no effect at all.
The liquid decomposed in the air scattered and condensed. The human slowly regrouped a little further away and stood still. If the power of the Devil Duke hadn't given Balan the ability to see true vision, he would have almost thought that he was fighting with him.
It’s a ghost immune to physical attacks!
This guy must have an entity, so this is a way of recovery.
High speed recovery?
The Devil Duke's eyes were filled with electric fire, and two small thunderbolts shot out.
As a devil, Balaam was never smart enough, but he was very self-aware. So his usual way of doing things was very simple. There were only two criteria - obey Beria's orders and use muscle power to solve any problems in front of him, but
In fact, no existence can despise this simple devil, because only in combat, he has unparalleled talent, so this concentration has allowed him to slash and hit countless powerful enemies so far.
Crush it into minced meat.
But it was this talent that allowed him to understand some simple truths. For example, the essence of life is the soul, and only the soul can guide power. In hell, most of the bodies and souls that exist are one. So, if
If the soul is tough enough, even if it is divided into countless pieces, it can still be reunited and resurrected after being chopped into pieces. This is not unbelievable to the devil.
However, that is often what only the most advanced devils can do...
Healing the soul does not require much power, but the requirements for the soul itself are extremely strict. Even Balaam himself is usually only able to regenerate a severed limb - and what is lost is lost, and a certain amount of energy must be spent.
To make up for it with strength, it is impossible to completely put the scattered flesh and blood back together like these warriors in front of me.
The strength of these people may not be high, but the tenacity of their souls is not comparable to his.
This realization made Balaam a little annoyed.
He knew that he had misunderstood something again - Beria handed these people over to him to use them as a combat force, and his current actions undoubtedly left an unsatisfactory impression on them, which may be difficult to command in the future.
It will be twice as difficult.
But if that was the case, why were they put in the confession box?
The box called the Confession Box is Beria's invention. It is made of Hell Green Steel, a specialty of the Fourth Hell. This cold and brittle metal has a special crystallization process. It is sharpened after casting, and the sharp edge is...
It will carry a large number of tiny burrs, causing special pain to the enemy, so it is used as a tool for casting such torture and interrogation.
That is derived from the special hobby of the fourth lord - in Baator, Belia's passion for dividing flesh and blood and inflicting pain is almost unknown to everyone. His favorite enjoyment is to torture anyone - whether it is an enemy or a servant.
——Come and watch the painful journey of their souls.
It is precisely because of this that Balaam initially regarded these people as unlucky consumables that were thrown to him by Beria and were downgraded - the devils are always ensuring strong ambitions and coveting them.
There is every opportunity to improve one's status, but the lucky ones who succeed in promotion are always the few among the few, while those who fail are the everyday people in hell.
"Pain is not just punishment, it is exercise and empowers the soul."
As if he had seen through Balaam's mind, the human suddenly said: Pain is just a feeling, but it will bring about illusions. As long as these illusions are eliminated, the power of the soul can be fully exerted, and the confession attempt
Refining is for this kind of strengthening. This is the only thing we can reveal to you. Without the order of Lord Beria, no unauthorized entity can obtain more information."
Balaam snorted.
Even without this explanation, the fight just now was enough for him to see the advantages of these people - no fear, no fear of injury, no fatigue, no dizziness... At least that's what Balan could see.
.And if you take into account that pain will cause a momentary pause in thinking and limit the power...the fighting power that these seemingly ordinary demons, fallen angels, humans, etc. can exert is obviously not inferior to the Barb Demon.
Even a medium-sized devil like the Spiked Devil, even compared to a high-level devil like the Horned Devil...
Of course, depending on how they are used, the power of these people may be much more terrifying than those bulky devils.
This is why Beria gave them to him. Balaam's eyes made of lightning crackled - if they have such a powerful power, it naturally indicates the problem before Balaam. It is also far away
It was much more complicated than he had imagined before.
But is it really so?
The Devil Duke shook his bald head, then turned around and stepped into the teleportation halo. When he reappeared in the space, he was already sitting on his throne in the military camp.
The so-called military camp actually does not have any buildings. There is only a canyon area in the volcanic mountains as a garrison site, and Balan's throne is carved into a groove on the outer wall of a volcano. Here,
At a glance, he could overlook the neatly arranged military camp pits in the entire canyon - these large pits dug in the semi-melted ground were where small groups of spiked demons and barb demons were stationed.
The magma seeping out from under the ground is hot enough to evaporate humans, but it is an excellent soft bed for devils who are immune to fire. The sky of Phlegethos is forever covered by volcanic ash and steaming sulfur mist.
So even if there is no roof, the devils don't have to worry about rain or anything in the sky. Moreover, it is more convenient for them to fly to the ground or use dimensional teleportation to move.
"Let these slaad dung be stationed on the spot. From today on, no devil is allowed to leave the camp. Even the lemures will have to die in the camp!"
The Devil Duke, who appeared in twos and threes near the mountainside at the foot of the 'Confession Box Soldier', growled impatiently: "Also. Everyone is working hard to block the gaps in the four directions. We need to hold on here for at least three days.
!I……"
Balaam's voice suddenly paused, because it was only then that he discovered that the few little devil clerks who often accompanied him near his throne had disappeared. In fact, there was not even one near his throne.
There is no devil!
What's going on?
Balan doesn't have much skill in running an army. He doesn't know what kind of planning array. He only knows how to control the army with orders and prohibitions, and the only way he can do this is to be harsh - there are only two kinds of punishments. Beat him half to death.
Or beat him to death, but how he beat him all depends on his strength at the time.
How he feels, so even when he is not fighting, the damage rate of his Phlegsos warguards has always been high. However, when it comes to the quality and pure combat effectiveness of the soldiers, they are comparable to Hell.
Among the Eight Demon Generals, the Flame Walker Legion recruited by Pirza in Phlegethos is comparable.
If it's a head-on confrontation.
"Father-in-law, Duke..."
Balan squinted his eyes and counted silently in his mind. After ten numbers, the two spiked devils finally rushed to his throne with the radiance of teleportation. They were frightened - everyone under Balan's command knew that when
When this devil is angry, the best thing to do is to stay as far away as possible until he catches someone unlucky enough to vent his anger, but now it seems that his anger is 100% going to be directed at the two of them.
In it.
Unfortunately, distance could not stop the Duke's anger. As he raised his eyes, he spat out a large mouthful of green liquid! The two unlucky men were splashed in the face!
The terrifying screams were suddenly high-pitched and harsh - the devil's saliva was highly corrosive and more dangerous than the magic of acid arrows. The two devils were equally intolerable. They screamed and began to roll on the ground, reflexively
They stretched out their claws to try to wipe the acid off their faces, but in fact, when their claws touched it, the skin on their faces slipped off, revealing the blue and pale skull bones behind them!
"Go and deliver the order! Also, what the hell happened here while I was away?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Fierna... the thing built by Princess Fierna and her subordinates has begun to operate. Many low-level guys have deserted, so we are..."
"Asshole! Get out!"
The Devil Duke roared!
In fact, the situation in front of him has never worried Balan, because he has never cared about Fierna. Even though she is Beria's only daughter... In Balan's impression, she is just a arrogant little girl.
, most of her memories were of enjoying fine wine, men, and those sadistic habits passed down from blood in the palace his father built for him.
Balan could not speculate on whether she could manage the territory well, but he could conclude that this little girl would definitely not be able to successfully fight a battle against a real warrior.
In the recent period, she seems to have mastered several legions of spiked demons and barb demons, but compared with her father's army hidden in Phlegethos, it is still far, far away.
.As for Gracia? That little girl may also have the help of a very good father, but does she dare to openly provoke the order of Bato and declare war on the fourth prison?
The Lord of the Nine Hells is a smart man, the smartest one in the whole hell. What is his plan? Even if ten thousand Balaam's brains are mixed together, they may not be able to guess it, but Balaam is very sure that even if he
If you want to break some rules, it won’t be now!
The identity of the great devil not only symbolizes the status of nothingness and the power to command the army. Each great devil in the hell level will receive powerful power from the plane. It is not only the absolute difference in power, but also represents some higher powers.
Applications, such as freely separating one's body like a god, creating clones and the like, as long as it cannot be killed with one hit. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!