On the border of hell, this is still the desolate and withered world.

But because the channels in various hell dimensions are reopened, the magic content in this special world is also increasing.

And because the souls of each world have to go to different hells through the border of hell, the border of hell, which used to appear very calm has now become lively.

But lively...this is synonymous with trouble.

In the castle of Queen Riana on the border, a robot is more than 6 meters tall and consists of metal all over his body. The shell is like a sword-holding knight and is walking quickly.

The demons who were cleaning the palace in Her Majesty the Queen carefully avoided its heavy steps to avoid being trampled into meat sauce.

It is called "Black Lord", and it is the most loyal mechanical servant of His Majesty Riana, the Queen of the Border.

Its whole body was painted in deep ink black, and it was wearing a huge black cloak. Its head was covered with a battle helmet made of Hell's Fire Dragon Skin. Its medieval style battle helmet was also inserted into it.

That was the spoil it received when she conquered a serpent demon who was disobedient.

It used to be called "Elegy", but it didn't look like a serious Decepticon warrior at first.

In fact, it used to be the cowhide king in the Decepticon camp, claiming that it has the power of fear, but in fact it does not have any powerful power.

In the Cybertron War, this guy was sent to the border of hell by Merlin as a gift from Merlin to Riana.

This former Cybertron has experienced a lot in hell and is proficient in black magic but knows nothing about machinery and transformed it with various strange black magic.

It also has a lot of steampunk-style parts installed by the Gargh demon engineers in Hell.

No one knows which string is wrong in this guy's mechanical brain, nor does anyone know what kind of torture this poor robot has suffered.

In short, it has now become Riana's faithful dog-legged, and every day it will take Her Majesty the Queen's orders to suppress all kinds of rebellions on the border of Hell.

At this time, Sir Black hurriedly walked into Her Majesty's palace, and reported the emergency to Her Majesty the supreme Queen here with a pure and tiny demonic language with a hint of metallic sound.

"My evil master."

The Black Jazz knelt on one knee, and it was muffled and reported in a strong hellish tone:

"On the eastern border, the demons guarding the entrance to Satan Hell are starting to try to plunder the souls of mortals again. Your guards are trying to repel them, but they are obviously not opponents compared to the well-trained Satan Demons."

As he spoke, it raised his arms and a blue projection appeared in front of Her Majesty the Queen's throne made of 99 demonic skulls.

This scene attracted the attention of two burning hellhounds lying on both sides of the Queen's Throne. The terrifying creature raised its hideous head, but soon lost interest in the illusory projections.

On the projected image, two demon armies were fighting wildly in the desolate red desert. Some advanced demons were commanding the battle, but compared to the elite demons that surged out of Satan's hell, the border demons on Riana's side were obviously not opponents.

They were born on the barren hell border, lacking the nourishment of their souls and not having sufficient magic to absorb and use.

By the devil's standards, the demons under Riana's command are all a group of unyielding and unruly scattered people. Not only are they weak in fighting spirit, but they are also unorganized and undisciplined. There are wars in front, and there are already timid guys who escape from behind.

In short, Riana's legion performed quite poorly, so poorly that Riana herself could not stand it anymore.

The battle on that projection ended soon, and the victorious Satanic demons drove a group of mortal undead and returned to their hell through the gates of stone pillars standing in the desert.

Riana knew what the demons were plundering the souls of the dead. If these undead fell into the hands of the demons of Satan's hell, they would be made into various soul creations.

The Metropolis was used as a reserve for the Hell Legion by the Hell Lords to support more soldiers and prepare for the upcoming, and actually never stopped war in Hell.

This is a very miserable fate, but in fact, even if these souls go where they should go, their fate will not be better than being treated as food for the demons.

Please, this is hell...

Those who can go to hell are the souls of wicked people, and the Bible has made it clear what the treatment will encounter with the souls who fall into hell.

"Let them go."

Queen of the border, Riana Ratipus, the Queen of Hell, nestled in her throne like a salted fish. She wrapped herself up with a gorgeous black velvet cloak, and she showed no concern about what the Black Jazz reported.

She said:

"The disappearance of some dead souls is not a big problem. No one will pay attention to their fate. Even their relatives in the world will not care about it. This is not something to pay attention to... In addition, you can handle such things next time you will be fine."

"But my extremely evil master, your border legion..."

The Black Jazz showed loyalty, and the Cybertron, who had a wrong mind, stubbornly said to Riana:

"Their combat effectiveness is too poor. Not to mention protecting your territory, they can't even protect themselves."

"Haha, don't make things difficult for those poor devils who have never been full since childhood, my servant."

The Queen of the Border waved her hand as usual, and she said to Sir Black:

"I don't expect those border demons to do anything. They are not even qualified to be cannon fodder. But we will soon have a new army, and those useless waste demons will let them fend for themselves."

Riana sat upright, she looked at Sir Black and said:

"What are the things about those Asgardian undeads?"

"They are noisy, my terrible master."

The black jazz answered in a muffled voice:

"But they are not disgusted with being stranded on the border of hell, especially after we have provided them with enough spirits, they even acted, some... some are unhappy."

"I took your order to recruit warriors on the border, and there were many revenge responding enthusiastically, but if they were asked to stay on the border of hell forever, they would ask for more enjoyment."

"They are all good warriors, and with a little training, they can defend our territory in place of your incompetent border legion."

"very good!"

Riana nodded happily, and she picked up the wine glass at her hand and said to her mechanical servant:

"Then give them enough food. If it is not enough, go to Assazo. He will bring us enough supplies from the human world and recruit enough Asgaard's dead souls as soon as possible."

"Let the members of the Succubus Sisters work harder and trick them into signing a soul contract. Anyway, their hell has collapsed, their death is missing, and they have nowhere to go."

"Affect your order, my extremely evil master."

Sir Black accepted the order, but just as it left, the robot said again:

"There is one more thing, Your Majesty, and some of the souls of Asgard are unwilling to stay on the border of Hell. They are stubborn to go to Neforheim according to their traditions..."

"Do you still have to teach you such a small matter?"

Riana scolded dissatisfiedly:

"Catch all the bastards who don't want to stay, let the soul-sermon to torture them, torture their minds, and turn them into a member of our Dead Soul Legion... Wait, wait, I suddenly have an idea."

A flash of inspiration in the Queen of Borders' mind, she rubbed her chin, and after a moment, a good idea took shape in her mind, she said to her servant:

"Let them go!"

"Hmm? My extremely evil master, this..."

The black jazz's mechanical head could not turn for a moment, and its "extremely evil master" explained to it with regret:

"Let them go away, and then block the mountain road to the south, and they can only go around the entrance of Satan's Hell."

"Haha, the greedy lords under Satan will not miss this good opportunity. They will join the plunder. When the demons catch the spoils, we will appear in a 'just' posture to save the stubborn bastards."

"Move it with emotion and explain it with reason."

Riana popped her finger and said proudly:

"Now, even if the minds of Asgard's dead are filled with stones, they will tell where they are more friendly to them."

"Ah, so that's it."

Sir Black suddenly realized that the robot said exaggeratedly and explicitly:

"My evil master, your evil is so creepy that even Mephisto's dark tricks are not as good as you."

"hehe."

Riana, who has lived on the border of hell since childhood, has long been accustomed to the strange customs of demons. She calmly regarded it as a kind of praise. She waved her hand and said:

"Then go and do things."

The Black Sir Tathagata stood up like that, and in the low sound of mechanical collision, it quickly left the Queen's palace.

The whole hall quieted again, and Riana leaned lazily on the throne. She raised her right hand, and the rings on her fingers shone brightly. She said with annoyance:

"You bastards, you just move your mouth. I'm doing all the dirty and tiring work... Hell! I really got the wind in the beginning and I joined you."

"But then again, if it weren't for you, I would have died long ago at the hands of that old bastard in Bellakos... Alas, the debt of favor is the hardest to pay back."

The Queen of Border Riana sighed, wrapping her comfortable velvet cape tighter, leaning against the throne in a more comfortable position, and a light wave of her fingers appeared before her eyes.

Well, the TV series this week should be updated again?

The damn lazy screenwriters and directors in the human world should catch them to hell and torture them.

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Her Majesty the Queen of Hell's Frontier follows the teachings of the half-demon Damon, who is full of bad water among the sons of Hell.

In various ways, they gathered the Asgard souls who went from the border to Neforheim and Hela's underworld to expand the poor military power on the border of Hell.

The physical fitness of the Asgardians is much stronger than that of the Earthlings, and their souls are therefore very potential. If Riana can have an army composed of all Asgard's souls, she will not need to worry that her throne will be subverted by her malicious "neighbors" in a short period of time, and the Son of Hell will have a solid rear.

However, the young border queen still ignored a little.

Although the Asgardians' death disappeared strangely, this does not mean that no one has paid attention to the souls of Asgard. In fact, unlike the earth, the Asgardians' civilization has the concept of "gods".

"Save us, Your Majesty the Queen."

The deep crying and wailing sound came from the fog. His Majesty the Queen of Asgard, the wife of the God King Odin, and Friga, the most powerful witch in the entire divine realm, stood in the fog.

The queen was honored by her own citizens as the "Queen of Heaven", which is not only a demonstration of her status, but also a respect for the powerful magical power she possesses.

His Majesty Friga looked at the fog that was nowhere to be seen around her. She knew that she was in a dream.

Witches can also dream, and witches' dreams often represent some projection of the real world, which is similar to the principle that wizards on earth will make some "predictive dreams".

It is all feedback in the dream after the understanding of magic power reaches a certain level, what is going on or what is happening in the future.

"Who is calling me?"

Queen Friga asked:

"Show up and meet."

At her invitation, the mist around slowly dissipated, and figures appeared one by one before the queen. They had the appearance of the Asgardians, but their eyes were lit with a faint green soul fire, which was a symbol of the dead soul.

"Why do you call me, the dead?"

The queen was not afraid of these illusions in front of her. This was her dream and she could wake up at any time. The call of these weak dead souls in such a situation also means that these dead souls have requests from her.

As a kind ruler, the queen is willing to listen to their requests.

"A kind queen..."

An old man leaning on a birch cane, he kneeled in front of the queen, begging:

"Your people cannot rest after death, we can no longer follow the footsteps of our ancestors to the Kingdom of Dead, we cannot return to the glorious world tree, they are stopping us, they are transforming your people into ghost warriors who will never rest..."

"Please help us, your majesty, please help us."

"oh?"

A trace of anger flashed in the queen's eyes, and she asked:

“Where are those forces that prevent you from returning to the World Tree?”

"In hell, your majesty, they are doing whatever they want in hell, please help us..."

The figures of the old man and other dead souls dissipated in the mist. As dead people, they must have spent a huge price to send this information to the rulers of Asgard.

The next moment, the queen woke up from her dream. She sat up from the bed and walked quickly to her astrological tower. She was observing the astrological signs and confirming that some secrets that should be buried deep are still complete.

"The dimension of hell is no longer stable, and the dead are longing for rest."

Queen Friga held her cane and said to the maid beside her:

"Invite the ministers to the Astrological Tower immediately. This is a serious situation. We must solve this problem immediately!"

A moment later, the emissary of the Queen of Heaven rode a flying horse and scattered out of the astrological tower, passing through the night sky of Asgard.

"Thor, look!"

In a tavern in the divine realm, Loki beat Thor's shoulder, who was drinking happily, and pointed to the sky, and said:
Chapter completed!