Chapter 841 Winning over and siding with one another
Late at night, the slightly cool wind from the auxiliary plane gently blew through the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, bringing a touch of refreshing to the bustling and noisy streets.
However, as a typical night city, there is no obvious difference between day and night here.
Because whether you are a local resident or a visitor from outside, it only takes a short time to be deeply attracted by the colorful lights that are almost light pollution, 3D projections, deafening music, and various special service places that are only open at night.
, ultimately disrupting all of his original biological clock.
Especially sleep, which is a very important way of rest in the eyes of mortals, is almost non-existent in the huge cyberpunk city.
People will use drugs, biomodification technology, electronic brains, or upload their consciousness to the online virtual world to escape this waste of time.
Only spellcasters will calm down and rest for eight hours when they need to restore their spell power, while priests will pray to the gods they serve at specific times to obtain magical spells.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
Due to the widespread application of extremely advanced genetic technology, neurotechnology, artificial limbs and internal organ technology, people here no longer regard sleep as a necessity in daily life, but instead regard it as a burden that reduces the quality of life.
As for the potential damage that not sleeping can cause to your body and even your brain…
Sorry, no one cares about it long ago.
After all, in this world of magic and divine arts, it only takes a few gold coins to completely repair it in a few minutes or even seconds.
Can't afford the high price of magic?
It doesn't matter!
There are also relatively cheap industrial assembly line products available.
Anyway, body parts and other things can be replaced with new ones if they are broken, even the brain, which is the carrier of consciousness, is no exception.
As long as a small part of the sleep time saved is used to work and earn money, it will definitely be more than enough to pay for the replacement of body parts and reconstructive surgery.
Therefore, on the streets of huge cyberpunk cities, the most common ones are various body modifications and prosthetics.
Among them, there are ordinary people who have to install it out of functional needs in life, and there are also mercenaries, adventurers, and gang members who install combat modules simply to increase their strength and combat effectiveness.
Some of the more extreme and crazy ones even regard the body as a symbol of fragility, mechanizing and electronicizing all parts and even the brain, achieving a certain degree of ascension.
But these people have no idea that the reason they were able to complete the complete transformation at such a cheap price was actually because their souls had been sent to the torture chamber to be squeezed into energy during the operation.
And their so-called "ascension" is actually similar to the Necron in the Warhammer universe. It is just a virtual personality formed by copied memories. Its essence is not as good as the construct golem.
At least a real elemental creature soul will be stuffed into the construct.
In addition, souls from different planes, time and space, and universes gathering here will inevitably bring their culture, habits, food, cooking methods and customs, and then collide with the locally born aboriginal people - the Baatezu devils.
The integration eventually formed many very abstract social environments and hidden rules.
Even neighboring communities feel like they span two completely different worlds.
Compared with the giant cyberpunk city, even the largest immigrant country on earth looks so united.
At least the residents living in the latter land are all humans, and there is no reproductive isolation.
But the former is a large-scale racial division based on genes alone. There are more than a million species of intelligent creatures, and many of them are unrelenting enemies.
For any ruler, this can definitely be regarded as sitting on a huge powder keg. Once conflicts are ignited, it will inevitably lead to violent turmoil, disasters, and even wars and massacres.
But the incredible thing is that there has never been any kind of riot in the huge cyberpunk city since its establishment.
On the contrary, the overt and covert fights between gangs, mercenaries, adventurers, politicians, big companies and big consortiums in the underground world have never stopped.
On several occasions, underground wars involving more than 100,000 people broke out with the acquiescence of the city hall and the lord's palace to resolve the irreconcilable conflicts between the two parties in the simplest, most direct and brutal way.
Therefore, in many cases, the succubus queen Mecanshut, who manages on behalf of Zuo Si, does not need to specifically harvest souls.
Just the daily population "loss" of this huge city is enough to maintain the operation of the entire level.
This is why only souls who have reached the ninth level do not experience tension and anxiety, and it is rare to hear of anyone being captured and thrown into a torture chamber to squeeze energy.
Because in their eyes, all those people who evaporated or disappeared are within a relatively "reasonable" range.
It's like ordinary people see a guy who eats, drinks, whores and gambles every day without having a serious job, and also borrows a large sum of money that he can't repay, and suddenly disappears one day. Under normal circumstances, they won't be surprised, let alone
Have any mood swings.
Because such a bad lifestyle is enough for everyone who knows him to understand that there is absolutely no way he will end well.
Even if one day the body is found dumped in a smelly ditch, it is reasonable.
Due to psychological expectations, people tend to treat things that originally seem very scary with a normal mind, and then gradually adapt to such a social environment.
This is also the reason why the crime and murder rates in many countries and regions remain high, but local residents can still live calmly.
Zuo Si took advantage of this ubiquitous mass psychology and established a mechanism called "entrapment" to screen out those evil enough souls.
As for those who are not depraved and evil enough, they can continue to enjoy life until their desires continue to grow and they cannot withstand the temptation and start trying those things called "taboos".
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, Hawkeye Clint Barton is standing on the balcony on the top floor of a hotel building, looking down at the spectacular night scene in the distance,
Holding the bottle, he raised his head and took a sip, and then complained in a tired voice: "Damn it! If I continue to stay in this place for another year or two, I don't know if I can leave alive."
"Relax, your nerves have been too tense recently."
Black Widow is sitting on the sofa playing with the mobile terminal in her hand. She is comprehensively evaluating and scoring the people who have been interviewed recently, and then deciding who can be hired and who cannot.
As the leaders of the "specialized talent" introduction plan, they are the only two people in the Avengers who have been ordered to stay permanently.
"Relax?
Are you joking?
The temptations, traps and dangers here are simply too numerous to count, and you will fall into them if you are not careful.
During the interview this afternoon alone, three guys tried to use psychological suggestion, charm and mind control on me.
Add to that the fact that there were about twenty women trying to take off their clothes in the room, and over thirty men suggesting that they could meet my special needs in some way, and it was driving me fucking crazy.
Especially last time I accidentally drank a glass of spiked wine in a bar, and ended up feeling like a bull in heat and almost being drained alive by a group of succubi."
Hawkeye had obviously endured too much mental pressure, and his emotions started to break down when he mentioned the recent encounters.
Because he was mentally unable to adapt to the sudden fall from top agent and superhero to the bottom of the food chain.
Many spellcasters and creatures born with spell-like abilities can manipulate them at any time if they wish.
In contrast, the Black Widow, who had long ago forgotten about dignity and relied on her body and beauty to engage in assassinations and steal intelligence, was obviously much better. She asked with a nonchalant look: "So what?
Don't forget, the place we are in now is a safe zone, and no one dares to do anything too extreme.
Otherwise law enforcement agencies will put a bounty on their heads.
As for those temptations and traps, as long as you calm down and treat them as a spice in life, it will be a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.
At least in terms of endurance and the ultimate sensory stimulation brought by magic, some races do have advantages, don't they?"
"Don't you also..."
Eagle Eye seemed to realize something, and turned around suddenly to stare at Natasha, who was lying on the sofa wearing a black translucent pajamas, revealing a good figure, with expressions of shock and disbelief on her face.
Black Widow smiled and held up more than a thousand contact information on her mobile terminal, and responded meaningfully: "That's right. Although at the beginning I just wanted to get more useful information out of them, but time passed.
Over time, I discovered that this is indeed a good way to spend time. And you can also collect information at the same time, so why not do it?"
"Oh my God! You are a madman!"
Hawkeye finally understood why his partner would always disappear for several hours inexplicably, and when he came back he looked very tired and sluggish.
But when I woke up, I was extraordinarily radiant, and exuded a strong hormonal scent from head to toe.
It turned out that he was out looking for someone to fool around with.
Maybe it’s not just one at a time, but two or even more.
"No need to make a fuss.
You should know very well that these are tacitly approved and even encouraged by the People's Federation.
By collecting more information, we can fully understand the city and what kind of place Baator Hell is.
The most important thing is that we need to establish an intelligence channel to be informed of major events that are happening or will happen in a timely manner.
Otherwise we will never be able to truly squeeze into this system and become a crucial member."
As she spoke, Black Widow picked up the medicine placed on the table and put it into her mouth.
He sighed softly: "It's incredible!"
"I suggest you eat less.
Hawkeye glanced at the small gray pills on the table, his eyes showing strong vigilance and disgust.
Because no matter how hyped up the propaganda and advertisements were, he still felt that long-term drug use was definitely not a good thing.
Black Widow gave her old partner a charming look, smiled and teased: "Come on, old antique.
Experts from SHIELD have inspected and tested it, and there is indeed nothing wrong with this drug.
Even many senior executives of the People's Federation are now taking it to relieve the huge pressure caused by work and public opinion.
You have to learn to trust science.
Compared to such trivial matters, I am more concerned about the rumors that have suddenly spread in the past two days."
"Oh? What's the news?"
Hawkeye quickly changed from his previous decadence, and the expression on his face became serious.
Natasha smoothed her half-dried hair, sat up straight and replied solemnly: "I have an informant who suddenly sent a message a few hours ago.
He said that he heard a rumor that a fierce quarrel broke out between Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, and Thos, the Lord of the Ninth Level and Prince of Demons, for unknown reasons.
At present, the huge legions on the ninth level have begun to assemble, and lords from several levels have already responded. It might trigger a civil war that shakes the entire Baator Hell.
If we don’t want to get involved, it’s best to leave for a while and come back when the situation calms down.”
"What?
war!
Wasn't it said before that Lord Soth, the lord of the ninth level, is the most loyal and closest ally of Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell?
Why did they suddenly have conflicts?
What did the People's Federation say?
Have they asked Mr. Soth about the specific situation?"
Eagle Eye's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.
He simply couldn't imagine the serious consequences if the earth accidentally got involved.
“Do you think Earth and Humanity are qualified to participate?
Stop it!
With our level of technology and magic, and our insignificant size, what would happen even if we knew the truth?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Do you think Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, will take us seriously?
Anyway, I have already handed in the report, and the People's Federation's attitude is to pretend that nothing happened for the time being.
If a war really breaks out, it is estimated that the only thing the People's Federation can do is to join the ninth level camp.
Because we are not qualified to choose sides at all.
Apart from Mr. Soth, there is no other lord of the hell realm who would offer us such generous terms."
When saying these words, Natasha revealed a touch of helplessness in her tone.
As her social circle continues to expand, she has learned about the entire Baator Hell situation from hundreds of lovers.
It can be said that except for the ninth level, the other levels are basically, without exception, a real purgatory that is eerie, terrifying and despairing.
Hard labor, torture, abuse, whipping, and torture were all commonplace.
Only the sixth and fourth levels, which emulate the structure of a giant cyberpunk city, are slightly better.
After all, Archduchess Fierna and Queen Gracia are both Zuo Si's die-hard allies in hell politics, and they are also the two people who have reaped the most dividends.
After understanding the attitude of most devils towards mortals, the People's League will know whose thighs to hug tightly and not let go, as long as their brains have not been kicked by a donkey.
"Fake! I hate war, and I hate this feeling of being involuntarily even more."
After Hawkeye cursed in a low voice, he threw the empty wine bottle and smashed it against the wall, making a clanging sound.
But complaining was a complaint, so he walked into the living room and picked up his mobile terminal to start finishing today's work.
Within a short time, the two of them had sent out more than four hundred files on mercenaries and adventurers.
About twenty hours later, those who passed the review received employment notices and deposits, and soon traveled to another universe with the help of the cave tree connection.
Counting this time, the Earth Alliance has recruited a total of 300,000 elite mercenaries with rich combat experience who are willing to do anything as long as they are paid, and are willing to take any blame.
They even easily defeated the People's Alliance Army, which was several times their size, in simulated exercises.
Only those Astartes warriors who have undergone genetic modification can barely match it.
Such a strong combat effectiveness has undoubtedly greatly enhanced the Awami League's confidence in launching foreign colonial wars. Various advertisements and political propaganda have been overwhelming, and huge countdown images have even been placed in the most eye-catching places in many big cities.
Even ordinary civilians fell into revelry and looked forward to the coming of war.
It seems that as long as this war is won and the opponent's technology, resources and wealth are successfully plundered, the life of the people on earth will be greatly improved.
But what they don't know is that what the People's Federation really wants is not resources, technology and wealth at all, but is heading for purges and genocide.
As long as all the living aliens on that planet are killed, the huge debt owed to Hell Bank can be repaid, and even a small profit can be made.
With sufficient soul currency, what kind of technology and resources cannot be purchased?
What's more, modern colonial history has proven more than once that it is simply a fool's errand to maintain rule for a long time without breaking out large-scale resistance while retaining the indigenous people and enslaving and oppressing them.
If you want to successfully colonize, the only effective way is to drive out all the indigenous people.
At most, some of them should be kept in captivity in the "protected area" for research purposes.
In order to expand the living space of the people on earth, we can only "wrong" these aliens and make "hundred million" small sacrifices.
Unknowingly, the People's League has moved towards militarism and extreme xenophobia under the guidance of Zuo Si.
It won't be long before they bring a small shock to other civilizations in the entire Marvel Universe, like a moving natural disaster.
Because due to the greed and endless desire for the currency of soul, wherever the people on earth pass by, all the fires of civilization will be extinguished, and all intelligent creatures will be slaughtered mercilessly.
If enough time passes, there may even be legends of "Reapers" from distant deep space spread in some galaxies.
Every few thousand or even tens of thousands of years, a group of desperate natural disasters will come to the entire galaxy, sweeping across all the planets that gave birth to civilization.
No one knows where they come from, and no one knows what their purpose is.
Only a handful of texts left by ancient civilizations record and tell the story of the disasters that have occurred.
Don't think this is a joke or a joke.
If the Earth in the Marvel Universe is given enough time to develop and become the dominant force in the universe, the above situation will definitely happen.
Recall the brutal genocide of the Native Americans by European colonists, the atrocities committed by countries against civilians during the two world wars, and the famine caused by the colonists that killed millions or tens of millions of people...
How could a race that was so cruel to its own kind show mercy to aliens with completely different genes?
Therefore, the human empire in the Warhammer universe is the closest to Earth’s attitude towards aliens after entering the interstellar era.
Of course, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about the People's Federation's expedition, which had already entered the countdown.
Because under his arrangement, this is a "teaching level" without any difficulty, in order to let the people on earth taste the sweetness of colonial plunder and become addicted.
If you can lose even this, then there is no need for the Earth in the Marvel Universe to exist, and it must be destroyed as soon as possible.
Currently, Zuo Si is in the huge palace of Maradomini, the seventh level of Baator Hell.
The sky here is blood-black, and the ground is dotted with ruins and abandoned cities of various sizes.
The reason why such a strange scene occurs is that the lord who rules this level, Grand Duke Balzeb, is a perfectionist whose obsessive-compulsive disorder is many times worse than Zuo Si's.
As long as there is even the slightest flaw in the city he built, he will immediately order everyone to build it again in another place after the city is completed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Over time, those originally beautiful cities were continuously abandoned and eventually turned into ruins under the baptism of time.
Mines dug to build the city, mountains of slag, and canals containing strong acids and salts are all over the surface like scars.
Fortunately, Archduke Balzebul finally succeeded in building a perfect city that satisfied him - Malagard.
This is a beautiful city that is no less beautiful than the upper planes. It is not like the style of Baator Hell at all.
It has lush, perfectly symmetrical, uniformly straight boulevards, fountains carved with delicate yet terrifying faces on both sides, and tall towers that rise like spears into the blood-black sky.
If you observe carefully, you will also find that the height of all decorations and the ground, the texture and gaps of the floor tiles, the error is not more than one millimeter.
To be honest, for any outsider, Malagard is qualified to be called an incredible miracle.
Obviously, it is Baalzeb's original identity as an Archon god that is at work behind this miracle.
Zuo Si seriously suspected that the lawful tendencies of the other party were strengthened by the power of the hell plane when he fell, so he became such a terrible obsessive-compulsive perfectionist.
Even though Asmodeus had turned into a slug-like insect lord due to the last showdown, his behavior has not changed at all.
"Welcome to your arrival, the great devil prince, the crown prince who is inferior to one person and surpasses ten thousand people in the hell of Baator."
Archduke Balzeb was the first to break the silence and send out greetings with a smile.
Although he had tried very hard to pretend and maintain the most basic courtesy, the jealousy in his eyes from time to time had long exposed his truest thoughts.
You must know that this person is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but the leader of one of the two major political groups in Baator Hell before Zuo Si arrived.
The other one is the lord of the eighth floor—Mephistopheles.
It was the head-on conflict between these two guys that led to the most famous civil war in the history of Baator Hell.
"I am also very honored to meet you, the great Grand Duke Balzebul."
Zuo Si politely put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid the outside world wouldn't believe that two big devils who could make countless worlds fear and tremble could actually talk to each other in such an elegant way, just like nobles.
Especially Grand Duke Barzebul, although his body has been distorted and deformed into the ugliest appearance, the pride that originally belonged to the Archon Protoss can still be felt in his speech and behavior.
After simply complimenting each other, the Flying Insect Lord immediately went straight to the topic, narrowed his eyes and carefully tried: "If I remember correctly, you should rarely leave your territory, and you have publicly stated more than once that you have no interest in politics.
Interested, right?"
Zuo Si nodded with a smile: "Yes, I did express my position like this before.
But the premise is that Asmodeus must promise to respect my power and status.
This was our agreement from the beginning.
But now, he has obviously begun to fear my power, fearing that I will threaten his absolute dominance as the Lord of Hell.
So I think it's time to change my attitude a little bit.
Now that he no longer respects me, why should I still recognize his authority as the Lord of Hell?
Or to put it another way, can't I replace it?
After all, in terms of the favor of the will of the plane, I am no worse than him."
As these extremely explicit words blurted out, Grand Duke Balzeb's expression changed several times in just a few seconds.
You must know that although lords at all levels had ambitions to replace Asmodeus.
But no one really had the courage to speak out directly.
Especially after the showdown, even he began to fear the power held by the devil king.
But on second thought, Zuo Si seemed to have such qualifications.
First of all, after Zuo Si joined Hell, he immediately aroused a strong resonance with the will of the plane, and even opened up a special level for it.
This is unique in the history of Baator.
Moreover, as the Devil Prince and the Prince of Hell, Zuo Si was originally qualified to inherit Asmodeus's position.
At least the gap in authority between the two will not be too big.
If Zuo Si can successfully overthrow the rule of Asmodeus, it means that the position of the Lord of Hell can be replaced. This is equivalent to providing a theoretical basis for the lords of other levels. In the future, there will be many achievements by following the process.
Most likely it will be successful.
"So you want my support?"
After being silent for a long time, Archduke Balzebul finally asked the most critical question.
Zuo Si nodded bluntly: "Yes, I need your support.
And it’s not just you, but also Gracia, Ms. Fierna, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman.
I have already solved the first two of them, I hope you can come forward and solve the last two.
In this way, we have more than half of the lords in the entire Baator Hell.
Moreover, I also have the succubus Queen Malkanthet under my command, and the Archangel Zariel of Khorne who has made great achievements in the bloody battle.
When this army is assembled, not to mention Asmodeus, the entire universe will tremble."
Zuo Si deliberately put on an ambitious look and started to paint a pie for the other party.
If it were a lord from another dimension, he might be afraid that this act of playing double act with Asmodeus would offend the lords from other dimensions and lead to him being politically isolated.
But he obviously doesn't care at all.
Because the current situation in Baator Hell is that as long as the relationship between Zuo Si and Asmodeus is strong enough, it will be useless even if all the other lords rebel together.
What's more, since it's an act, the Devil King must have arranged the ending long ago, and will not let these lords notice the fishy nature.
"An alliance of six lords?!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Grand Duke Balzebul’s eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this number.
Just as Zuo Si described, if this alliance can really be established, there will definitely be a high probability of achieving the goal of overthrowing Asmodeus's rule.
There was no doubt that he was moved.
Because as a once handsome and majestic image of the Archon Protoss, Grand Duke Balzebul hated the Lord of Hell for turning him into such an ugly and disgusting appearance.
He had tried countless methods and divine-like transformations, but in the end he was unable to recover.
Therefore, the only way to remove this curse and deformation is to remove Asmodeus, or simply replace it with a new Lord of Hell.
Obviously, the former is absolutely unrealistic, so the latter naturally becomes the last hope.
"I need a commitment!"
Archduke Barzeb pondered for several minutes and suddenly raised his head.
Of course, it was impossible for Zuo Si not to know what the other party wanted, and immediately promised: "If I become the new Lord of Hell, I will restore you to your original appearance, and at the same time canonize you as the new Prince of Hell, Prince of the Devil. How about this condition?
Are you still satisfied?"
Grand Duke Balzeb suddenly burst into a harsh laugh: "Hahahaha! Satisfied! Of course satisfied!
From now on we are close allies.
Prince Levistus, you don’t have to worry about Viscount Maman, I will personally invite them to join.
Among them, Prince Levistus hates Asmodeus as much as I do, so it is not difficult to invite him.
But there is a small problem.
He and Gracia have some old grudges, and if they get together, they may fight."
Zuo Si touched his chin and responded: "I will take care of this and ensure that Gracia will not cause trouble during the cooperation."
"That's no problem. But I must remind you that Viscount Mammon is actually not reliable. He has changed his mind several times when facing Asmodeus. He is a very unreliable guy."
The Grand Duke warned with a serious face.
"The reason why Viscount Mammon retreated was because he discovered the huge gap between his own camp and Asmodeus.
But this time it's different.
The power I possess is not much worse than that of Asmodeus.
I believe that as a smart man, he will make the right choice.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind using his head to warn all the weak-minded people.”
After saying that, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with danger, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.
Grand Duke Balzebul obviously felt this, and could not help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "Very good, I like your eyes and attitude now. This is the aura that the future Lord of Hell should have."
"Thanks for the compliment. If there's nothing else, I'll go back and make preparations."
Zuo Si bowed slightly and quickly activated the teleportation magic to disappear.
As soon as he left, an Archon protoss who had fallen with the Flying Insect Lord immediately came up and asked: "Your Excellency, do you really want to join this coup? I always feel that something is wrong."
Grand Duke Barzebul chuckled and asked, "Why not?
You have to understand that this civil war started by Thos is the most likely to overthrow the rule of Asmodeus since the formation of Baator Hell.
And whether it is the number of layer lords or the number of troops, we have a huge advantage.
The most important thing is that even if he fails, Asmodeus will only have to punish Soth.
I am only jointly and severally liable and will not be severely punished at all.
You don't have to take huge risks and you can have extremely high rates of return.
Isn’t this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?”
"I see, your wisdom is beyond my reach. Now that you have made your decision, I will immediately arrange for people to go to the fifth level to contact Prince Levistus."
The faces of the fallen Archon clan were filled with expressions of excitement and anticipation.
Because since falling into hell, he has been completely immersed in the pleasure brought by killing, destruction, cruelty and bloodthirsty and cannot extricate himself.
Even worse than the devil in some aspects.
This is why Asmodeus and Zuo Si both like to tempt angels to fall.
When these guys turn from good to evil, they often develop religious fanaticism that cannot be described in words.
"No, don't be so anxious. You must know that Prince Levistus is currently trapped in a huge ice block, and there are many men around him who may be spies planted by Asmodeus or other lords. In order to keep it secret,
I’d better go there myself.”
As he spoke, Grand Duke Balzebul slowly stood up with his huge body shaking, moved in a way beyond people's imagination, and finally disappeared through the portal under the influence of a spell-like ability.
…
On the other side, in Malborgy's palace on the sixth level of Baator Hell.
Gracia and her best friend Fierna had just completed a passionate and intimate interaction and were lying naked on the bed soothing each other.
After several minutes, the former was the first to recover, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the latter's smooth back, and teased in a half-joking tone: "My dear, you seem to be extra hungry today, don't you?"
"Hmph! Aren't you the same?"
Fierna suddenly raised her hand and slapped her good sister's butt hard.
Then the two looked into each other's eyes and burst out laughing almost maniacally.
"Hahahaha! Yes, it's all Soth's fault. He never responds to our hints, which makes us more and more dissatisfied with our desires."
"If he hadn't had many lovers and children, I would have suspected that he actually preferred men to women."
"Come on. He may have retained many of his habits and ways of thinking as a mortal, and he just doesn't like slutty women like you and me. You know, my lovely daughter is very favored, and can even act as a substitute for some of the lords.
that power."
"Oh? Is it the famous Pleasure Demon Virgin? I heard that Soth has not touched her yet."
"Haha, you don't understand this. The more you do this, the more interesting it is. According to my investigation, South likes to tease women until they are dissatisfied with their desires, and then he will pick the fruit when the other person's patience reaches the limit. No way.
Not to mention, he is really good at playing. Just thinking about the tension, excitement and anticipation of being just one step away from tasting the forbidden fruit will make me feel hot all over."
"You are so shameless that you don't even let your own daughter go."
"What, are you jealous? You know, I have a better chance of climbing into Zuo Si's bed first than you. After all, the temptation of mother and daughter together is more attractive than you, the princess of hell."
"Asshole! It seems I have to show you some color today!"
"Ah!!!! Stop! Don't touch anything! Stop!"
…
As the reverie-inducing sounds came from inside the house, the maids and guards guarding the door raised their heads and looked out the window, not daring to make a single sound to disturb the two women with the highest status and most distinguished status in Baator Hell.
Yaxing.
After all, both Fierna and Gracia are the kind of big devils who don't suppress their desires at all.
The number of demons and mortals who were played to death by the two of them was so large that the corpses could be piled up into a hill.
In fact, just a few dozen minutes ago, they had been responsible for cleaning up almost thirty unlucky people who had been sucked out of their life force and only had one breath left.
Just as a fierce battle was going on inside, and various tempting moans were heard one after another, Zuo Si's figure suddenly appeared in the corridor at the door.
moment!
All the devils present had embarrassed looks on their faces.
Fierna and Gracia's attendants even reminded their mistress by coughing hard.
But unfortunately, they were all so involved that they didn't hear it at all.
"How long has this been going on?"
The corner of Zuo Si's mouth obviously twitched slightly.
Because this is not the first time he has encountered the scene of these two female devils consoling each other.
In fact, just two days ago, he even saw the fierce battle with his own eyes instead of just hearing the sound like now...