There are countless demons in sight. Looking at the strong bodies of red, black or brown in the past, the strongest killing machine in the outer plane. Feiqi had only felt this mighty feeling when he looked at the bottomless abyss demon in the bloody battle. He did not expect that the devils in hell could gather such a terrifying number.
Feiqi thought of the locust plague everywhere, and the overwhelming sandstorm. Just as the sea water would retreat to the depths of the sea before the tsunami, Feiqi now felt a similar situation. So many gathered demons, they pulled away the favor and energy of hell, stored it in their bodies, and were about to burst out.
He looked at Asmotils, and the King of Hell also looked at him. The two of them did not need to introduce the purpose of the visit, they already understood each other. When the Demon King wanted to deal with Fitch, it was a "benchmark" of the Hell world trying to influence another benchmark. The disturbance at the level of the parallel world alarmed Fitch, so he came and waited here. The Demon King was very happy that Fitch was waiting here, which showed that Fitch was qualified to become the enemy of the Demon King, proving that his mobilization was based on rational judgment and meticulous analysis, and it was not a mistake.
However, being qualified to be an opponent does not mean that it has become an opponent. This devil's army is Feiqi's qualification examination. The devil gathered 90 million middle-level demons, of which one of the devils above the horned demons accounted for one tenth, and there are only 9999 Demons in the Deep Devil. This army is specially used to suppress the devils in hell. As long as one nine is taken out, it can flatten any attempt by the hell lord to rebel. This terrifying army of demons has been sleeping in the ninth level of hell and will only wake up under the command of the devil. Feiqi is the first devil to stand opposite this complete army.
He reached out to scratch the itch below his neck, then patted his chest, covering the body of the Deep Demon with a bright golden light. Asmotils was a little curious and asked, "What is that light, is some kind of magic?"
They were ten kilometers away, but they kept paying attention to each other. Feiqi understood what he was saying through reading his lips, so he also lipped and said, "The glowing magic will make it easier for your army to find the target."
"You are very confident. Do you think you can survive this army?"
"War is the easiest thing," Fitch told Asmotils. "Fighting your army is nothing compared to changing the world."
"It makes sense, I like you," Asmotils nodded to Fitch, and ordered: "Kill him."
So the red moved and rushed towards the golden color. The earth was shaking, the air was shaking, and the sixth floor of hell, thousands of miles above his head, was shaking. "This is not enough, this is far from enough." Feiqi shook his head: "The quantity does not necessarily make up for the gap in the level. No matter how meaningless the consumption of time accumulates, it is still meaningless."
He put his right hand on his left chest, and the infinite runes changed and a gray cloud rose, faintly as if he was gently exhaling a smoke. The devils were charging, teleporting, attacking Feich with their familiar flames, ice, lightning and acid poisons. The terrifying aura of elements, **, steel and hell were pressed down on Feich in front of him. But all this was blocked by the almost invisible but gray blue smoke, separated from the outside, and even the golden light of Feich's body could not be touched.
Then there was a space fluctuation, like a ripples on the lake, shaking outward from Feich as the center. Once shaking, the elemental attack of ice, fire, acid and electricity was decomposed; again shaking, the devil's metal weapons and armor turned into dust; for the third shaking, the devil's body was cut into pieces, like cut wheat, falling into pieces around Feich.
This was a flash of lightning. Although it was three shaking, it was so short that even lightning could not fly to Fitch. Space and time entangled each other, replacing the general law of space and space in the sense around the infinite zero runes, completely beyond the understanding of ordinary devils. In the face of the natural barrier for the use of this understanding and ability, the number on the battlefield is meaningless.
The devil behind is still moving forward, while the devil in front has fallen. Every devil is a manifestation of the power of hell, and it is also a "deposit". Hell will not waste his savings in vain. Therefore, the devil can be lowered, the devil can transform, and some small and weak devils accumulate, and they can also become stronger and stronger devils. The downgrade, transformation and fusion and upgrading are a process, and Fitch can control the result of the process. He pointed his left hand to the ground, and the fragments of the devil's corpse disappeared immediately, and all the devils he killed were restored, but their direction changed.
They rushed towards Asmotils' army, and they fought for Fitch.
"It's very interesting, it can actually reverse loyalty." The Demon King's eyes lit up and became more interested. It raised its right hand, pointed its index finger into the air and drew a circle. So he sent the only legion of the Demon Refining Demon.
Just a few seconds after the war began, the Demon King sent the strongest devil legion, and this kind of thing never happened. Even in the face of the rebellion of the multi-level lords of hell, even at the most critical moment when the bloody battle hits the city of steel, the Demon King never used this power. Because of its uniqueness and speciality, the only Demon King can already compare with the gods. They open their own realms, like the kingdom of gods owned by the same gods. This has been improved a little more than the simple element** and steel, as if two centimeters were deducted from a hundred meters, the rest still cannot be filled.
Feiqi still stood on the slope with golden light, watching the devils fighting each other. The devils transformed and sent out by him formed a solid wall of human beings, resisted for a moment in the enemy's red torrent, and then consumed them. Afterwards, the devil rushed up the slope under the leadership of the One Deep Demon and fell to the ground. What the One Deep Demon can do with his life is nothing more beautiful and neat than other devils.
"Stand up and fight again."
Hell provides a complete system for the resurrection and regeneration of the devil. Feiqi cracked this system with infinite zero runes and modified a tiny parameter. For hell, the devil is also part of it. Although his status is higher than other lords, he is essentially a lord. The devils serve one lord or the other, which doesn't matter to hell. Similarly, the war between lords is also part of hell. Hell has no sympathy in the original, and just wants stronger, better, and more hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-hell-
"It seems that the result can be confirmed at this time." Asmotils curled his lips, threw Old Man A's soul on the ground aside, and then sat back. At the same time, a three-headed hellhound rushed over quickly, crawled behind him, and steadily dragged the King of Hell with his soft back to become his temporary throne. The Demon King took out a brass-colored metal flat wine bottle from his dress pocket, unscrewed the lid, and enjoyed the scene of war while siping. The God of the Mage coughed.
Feiqi saw this scene from afar and snorted. He could also do something similar to the Demon King, making him look very relaxed and freehand, which puts more psychological pressure on the enemy. However, the Demon King who was drinking leisurely on the other side was not the original body. Feiqi thought it was not qualified to drink from him across the battlefield, so he stood up and watched the devils continue to consume.
Soon, the situation on the battlefield became very stalemate, and the battle became more and more tragic. Only the devil who was tasting wine and Fitch, who stood with his hands, remained in shape, and was not stained by the quagmire of war. The devil rushed up, died, got up, and then died, constantly circling, constantly consuming the pain of hell throwing on them, which made the evil feeling of hell continue to gather. Now, the feeling of evil has gained essence, forming a thick red cloud, hovering over the battlefield. It wants to attack the culprit who caused such waste, but it has been unable to fall.
Feich had infinite zero-point runes blocking him, turning the chance of the curse on him into zero. Asmotils had been in the position of the King of Hell for a long time and would not worry about being familiar with avoiding the curse of hell. However, if the curse of hell is not eliminated, it will always be hanging over his head, which is always annoying, especially destroying the style. Feich did not want to have such a background image that exuded evil, ugly and full of anger on his head.
So he took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and threw it at the battlefield under the close attention of Asmotils with interest. The glass bottle was broken, and the source of the zombie blood plague inside was emitted, and it began to take effect quickly under the action of infinite zero-point runes. This alchemy poison invented by the war knights is completely a killer weapon for the battlefield. It can be used to win wars or keep the war stalemate. Even the physical fitness of the devil cannot resist the zombie blood plague. And on the battlefield, who will tell whether every drop of blood splague contains zombie blood plague? Who will hide and avoid it?
A strange scene began to appear on the battlefield. Many devils were killed because of their slow movements. The blood they sprayed out before they died affected more devils, so more and more devils were slow to move. Moreover, there were even bloody smells rising into the air in the blood. The flying horn demons, deep scrubbing demons, and ice demons were inevitably hit.
From Feich, the pace of fighting gradually slowed down, and even stopped, and the waste of hell slowed down and gradually stopped. If it were not waste but just a power war that could produce results, then hell would not gather evil feelings, and the red curse cloud above his head would begin to disappear. Feich smiled at Asmotils and made it crush the bottle in his hand.
"You will fail, just like all evil." Old man recovered from his neck injury, stopped coughing, and said to Asmotils. "Fech once said that evil will always kill each other..."
"Slaying one another? That's the lie I released, allowing the kind to relax their guard and place their hopes on evil, thus committing the crime of laziness without any effort." Asmotils shook his head and glanced at Old Man Ah, his contempt was obvious. "Tools, you are useless in your words."
Old Man A had never been insulted like this. He jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Asmotils, his hands spread out in claws, and the howling wind accompanies his roar. Asmotils didn't move, but his seat twisted a dog's head, opened his mouth and bit his old man, and threw him back to the ground. Bang! Crack, Crack... Old Man A screamed in pain, and then he noticed that he had no divine power and was using his real body. Therefore, he was just an ordinary old human, and the bones he broke just now were at least ten.
"Look at him, just chew it and leave your head, you can't die anyway." Asmotils touched the three hellhounds and stood up. He walked towards the battlefield, took a few steps and suddenly remembered, and then instructed: "Oh, hide away and eat there. You can't stand that interesting curse of paralysis."
The battlefield once turned into a terrifying sculpture hall. Most of the devils were stiff due to paralysis, and only a few were still struggling to leave this terrible area. Asmotils slowly walked through the battlefield. The devil beside him could only turn his eyes and try to ask for help from his head. The devil would not stop for these tools, he only wanted to communicate with Feichi whom he recognized.
On the hillside, Feiqi, who was in the form of a devil in the deep hell, set a fire, and there were a few skewers next to it, inserted wooden strips on the ground, leaning obliquely beside the flame. He carefully controlled the fire with magic, as if making these unknown skewers of meat crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and fragrant on the inside was more important than the visit of the Devil.
"War is easy for you, it seems to be true." Asmotils stopped opposite the fire. He showed his sharp and neat teeth as he spoke, and thick blood could be seen overflowing from the cracks of his teeth and dripping slowly. He didn't need to hide it. What he had just drunk from the bronze bottle was blood, not a self-deceiving alcohol substitute.
"These are all prepared for another time, another opponent in another world, and they are a little unattainable. But I thought you would use my magic light killing cannon to deal with me, rather than this brainless tactic of using the whiteboard devil to charge upwards."
"I want to be fair, so I have to use this old thing. Every devil who wants to challenge me faces the same thing so that I can see who is stronger."
"Did you see it?"
"I didn't see it. Everyone else was dead. You are the only sample and there is no value for comparison."
"Sample...you as a clone will also mention this word? Aren't you a sample yourself?" Feiqi picked up a skewer and pointed to "Asmotils" and said, "If you can't add politeness and speak well, then I don't need to talk to you anymore."
"Well, as a devil who can pass the test, you have some simple requirements." Asmotils smiled, licked the blood stains on his teeth with his tongue, and said in a moving voice with a magnetic "Feich, a soul that stole the devil's body, you are hiding so deeply. I've seen you before, but I've been deceived by your appearance. In this regard, I've made unforgivable mistakes in the past."
"You were wrong two points." Feiqi raised two fingers and said, "First, that mistake is not unforgivable. Second, you not only made mistakes in the past, but you can't see through my appearance now. Maybe your true body has that ability, but you will definitely not be able to do it."
"I'm really sorry. Although you can defeat my army and pass my test, you'll end there. You can't defeat hell, and you can't defeat me."
Chapter completed!