Volume 6 In the World Chapter 500 Chapter 82 Reinforcements (Part 1)
Eloise's life once again entered a simple and regular state. At this time, he was like a sponge absorbing water, constantly learning all kinds of new knowledge. During this time, he learned countless kinds of knowledge.
Brand new fighting methods and magical skills.
If the previous Ilosu was a devil who had great power but didn't know how to use it, then the current Ilosu has become a truly strong man after systematic study and training.
The ability to refine demons in hell coupled with Ilosu's innate fighting skills and fighting instincts make Ilosu's melee combat ability very terrifying.
Apart from taking exams, studying, and exercising, Ilosu hardly does anything superfluous.
During this period of time, even if there were provocations from a few short-sighted devils, Illosi would immediately resolve them.
Gradually, after the students got used to the fact that the first person was Ilosu, they turned their targets to other people. The attacks against Ilosu's three little birds gradually increased, which made Ilosu even more...
It's leisurely.
While Elos was studying leisurely, a special meeting began in the distant and deep darkness.
It was in a secret evil fortress. There was no light in the hall. It was pure darkness, so dark that it felt like opening or closing your eyes was exactly the same.
But if anyone is in this room, he will clearly feel the four people in the room.
No, those four were not humans, but four monsters. Strong evil and unabashed hatred emanated from the four monsters, filling the entire room.
That kind of evil is like a nightmare within a nightmare, and almost no one can stand in front of that kind of evil.
But there aren't any humans here, and there can't be any.
This is an extremely confidential meeting. Not to mention humans, not even that person, that great hell will, knows about this place.
Four evil men sat around a huge round table. Although there was no light, they could still see each other clearly.
Because they are all evil devils, but they are not ordinary devils. The devil's sight is never blocked by darkness.
"Dear Lord Mostima, how are you preparing?" a person in the darkness asked.
"My soldiers are already ready."
The person who spoke was none other than Mostima, the devil king of the first level of hell. She picked up a glass of red liquid on the table, which was wine made from the blood of a young girl.
Mostima picked up the wine glass and took a sip. When she put the glass down, a red mark remained on her lips. Mostima stretched out her soft and fragrant tongue to lick the red liquid clean from her lips.
This sexy move made everyone else's heart beat faster. Mostima then chuckled and said: "Dear Lord Azazel, my people have been ready for a long time. They have been waiting for a long time."
It's been too long. I suspect my army will grow spider webs if I continue to wait like this.
And what about me? I have been waiting, patiently waiting for the opportunity you mentioned. But now? What have I gained from my waiting? He humiliated me, that old fox used a little guy to humiliate me.
"It doesn't matter to the overall situation, Mostima, you need to be patient, we are doing something important."
Lord Azazel, the King of Fallen Angels, flapped his wings slightly, golden light emitted from his wings, and the dark room was instantly illuminated.
Lord Azazel said: "But now, our patience has finally paid off. The time we have been waiting for has arrived. The truce with the devil has allowed us to withdraw our troops, and now a large number of legions belonging to the will of hell have returned.
He was transferred to the battlefield ahead in the Tongtian Realm. Although that old guy is an old fox, he also makes mistakes sometimes."
"That guy is too old, hiss."
The speaker is a devil on the other side. He has the upper body of a human, but his lower body is a snake.
This man has fair skin and a thin figure, but no one dares to look down upon him.
He has a pair of slender eyes like a beast, which often reveal a cunning and dangerous light. His mouth has a forked tongue like a snake, and when he speaks, he always makes a sound similar to
A snake-like hissing sound.
He is Lord Samael, the supreme ruler of the third level of hell, the hell of desire.
At this time, Viscount Samael turned the spear in his hand carelessly and said: "That guy, the will of hell, humph, he is too old. Although he is said to be born with hell, but now it seems to me that he is simply an old fool.
.
He thought that the armistice would be beneficial to him, but he did not expect that the armistice would be beneficial to us. Now that there is no group of brainless lunatics from the devil to disrupt the situation, our plan can be implemented.
To be honest, in the past few years, I have sunk three cities into the swamp, and there are countless powerful chain demons sleeping in each city.
I very much agree with what Mostima said. My army has been sleeping for too long, and the long chains are almost rusty. Hiss, by the way, can I say that name here?"
"better not!"
Some incredibly powerful creatures, some gods, or devils as powerful as the will of hell have a special ability: as long as someone says their name during a conversation, he can hear some of the words after the name.
The fragments of speech—the names are followed by ten words, or thirty syllables.
Anyway they can hear it.
So in hell, the devils will only say that name when they want to say words of praise.
Azazel, the King of Fallen Angels, shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is just to avoid accidents. After all, we have to be careful. But if you really want to say it, I have no objection. This place is very hidden, and I have already made my decision."
If you make special arrangements, he won't hear about it."
"Oh, it really suffocates me to death. That old fool of Hell's Will, that damn maggot, that bastard who is full of conspiracies but only knows how to play mysteries. I really want to kill him. Hiss."
Viscount Samael said fiercely: "Can you believe it? That old bastard actually gave me a viscount. Are you kidding me? I am the upright ruler of the fourth level of hell!"
Everyone showed a satisfied expression, and it was undoubtedly a pleasant thing to hear the great will of hell being scolded.
"Now, Samael, your army has been asleep for long enough. It's time for them to prepare. Don't let them sleep too deeply and be unable to wake up at the critical moment."
Azazel, the King of Fallen Angels, ignored the sneer on Viscount Samael's face and turned to Mostima: "And Ms. Mostima, although you said you were ready, but
Please allow me to ask, where is your army?"
"In a secret place," Mostima said: "When I came back after the last battle, I didn't bring many troops with me. All the rumors said that my army was completely destroyed, but this is not the case.
I have to admit that that battle was indeed a big defeat, but the defeat was not as severe as the rumors said. At that time, I really did not expect that the angel army would appear from our flank, but I soon understood it.
I can take advantage of this.
I immediately mobilized all the elites, and they retreated to a hidden hiding place within a few minutes. The strongest force in my army was not harmed at all. Later, the rest of my army was defeated
They dispersed, but I gradually gathered some troops.
All in all, this would be a group of legions that no one expected. Even the old fox Asmodeus would not have thought that a group of enemies that he did not expect would suddenly appear.
So I suggest that this batch of my troops be reserved as our trump card. At the most critical moment of the battle between the two sides, my troops will appear from the enemy's rear. Isn't this a wonderful thing?"
"The words from your mouth are indeed beautiful."
The corners of the King of Fallen Angels' lips raised slightly, a hidden smile of contempt.
It is indeed wonderful, but beauty is just words, so what about the facts?
The King of Fallen Angels doesn't know it himself, and he doesn't trust Mastema.
This woman is too beautiful and smart. Beautiful and smart women are never worthy of trust. Besides, she is also a devil.
But Azazel, the King of the Fallen Angels, does not want to show this distrust nakedly. After all, this alliance is very fragile and needs everyone to work together to maintain it carefully.
So he threw his troubles to the other person, the one who had been silent all this time: "So, what do you think? Overlord Biletu."