Volume 6 In the World Chapter 676 Night Surprise Attack (3...
Malagard City is the station of Azazel, the third king of the fallen angels, in the sixth level of hell. It is also the territory given to Azazel by Grand Duchess Clare, the mother of Lord Beelzebub.
This is equivalent to Azazel being in the third level of hell, overlooking the seventh level of hell, and inserting a steel nail at the door of his home in the seventh level of hell.
There have been rumors in the outside world that the reason why Grand Duke Beelzebub's mother, Grand Duchess Clare, allowed Azazel to station troops on the sixth floor was that there must be an affair between the two.
Ever since Grand Duke Claire died in the endless eternal bloody battle tens of thousands of years ago, Grand Duchess Claire became unbearably lonely and hooked up with Azazel, the King of Fallen Angels.
No matter what the truth is, Lord Azazel successfully stood at the door of the seventh level of hell.
If the diplomatic city of Granperry is a shining pearl above the sixth level of hell, then the city of Malagard is the heart of the sixth level of hell.
Here are gathered the best craftsmen, the most outstanding artists, the most black-hearted lawyers (in fact, there is no lawyer whose heart is not black) and the most elite legions in the entire seven hells.
In the center of Malagard City, the bustling avenues are lined with complicated political institutions. The huge building made of black iron is the court. The dark color and the hardness of the black iron symbolize the sanctity and authority of the law.
At the entrance of the court yard are the Thirteen Iron Rules of Hell imprinted on iron pillars, rules that every creature entering hell should remember.
Not far from the court is a small gray stone castle. This castle is inconspicuous, but almost all the devils living in the sixth level of hell hate and fear this building and the devils in it. ωωw..
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This is the headquarters of the secret police known as the "Gestapo" to the devils.
Thousands of pieces of information are transmitted here every day from all parts of the Seven Hells through various means. Among the many known intelligence agencies in the multiverse, the "Gestapo" organization's terrifying penetration and intelligence
Stealing is almost unparalleled.
But now the "Gestapo" organization has almost reached a state of paralysis. Not to mention the intelligence collection and control of other levels of the Seven Hells, even the intelligence network for the Sixth Level of Hell has entered a state of near collapse.
On the one hand, a group of unidentified bandits suddenly appeared around Malagard City. Different from ordinary thieves, and different from regular legions, this legion has iron-like discipline.
They come and go without a trace.
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Like big ghosts wandering in the empty abandoned city in the dark night, those bastards poured out of the windows, alleys, sewers, and all kinds of dark corners, snatching everything they could take away and killing.
Kill every living thing they see.
Even if their soldiers die, they will not leave corpses behind. Those legions do not capture slaves, do not recruit new soldiers, and never leave any traces.
They are like a gust of wind that disappears after blowing by. When you reach out to grab its tail, you can only catch it in vain.
This gust of wind wildly and unreasonably destroyed everything around Malagard City. Occasionally, survivors would escape and tell stories of the terror, insidiousness and power of that legion.
They can poison, carry out sneak attacks, assassinate, and do whatever they can to destroy any place.
The estates were plundered and the forts razed to the ground.
They didn't need slaves, so all living things were brutally killed.
Whether it is a beautiful woman or a strong young man, wherever the unknown terrifying wind blows, all that is left is death.
But this is not the worst, what is worse is the disastrous defeat in the scout war, the "Gestapo" has released countless spies.
Those are all good guys, and some of them can be extremely insidious and lurk on the grass, staying motionless for a whole month.
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Some people can even sneak into the Temple of Light and steal the statue of the God of Light.
Some people can disguise themselves as anyone, and they can even imitate fire elementals and goblins.
All these spies will be released after the Gestapo accepts the mission. These outstanding spies who once made the entire multiverse admired, these spies who were released will never return.
There seems to be a huge transparent spider web outside the city of Malagard. This invisible web catches flying insects, sticks to them, and then kills them.
But that's not all the bad news. Farther away, in all the places from the first level of hell to the seventh level of hell, in the crowded markets, in the cold alleys, in the wilderness
In the castle, people were constantly being killed by daggers from behind.
These people include merchants, guards, warriors, and explorers. They have different identities and races and have nothing in common.
But Sylvanas knew clearly that all these people were serving the Gestapo, and they were all excellent spies released by the Gestapo.
Now, in a more hidden place, on another battlefield outside the battlefield, someone has taken action against the Gestapo and the third hell.
After the dagger had penetrated deeply into the Gestapo's heart, Sylvanas felt the biting cold coming from the dagger.
The strong wind howling in the abandoned city, the dagger that penetrated deeply into the heart of the Gestapo.
These things suddenly broke out in just one month, leaving Sylvanas unable to prepare.
Although she is now drinking delicious afternoon tea and eating delicious snacks in the center of the Gestapo, she does not feel the slightest happiness.
The enemy has such a powerful force. On that silent and secret battlefield that is different from the main battlefield, Sylvanas knows that her enemy has achieved a complete victory, and for Sylvanas
It was a complete failure.
The intelligence front is different from the battlefield where soldiers gallop. There are no thundering drums, no inspiring roars, no terrifying spells that destroy all power, and no blood flowing like river water.
This front does not have the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, but the dangers are no worse than the frontal battlefield.
There are not many people who can defeat the "Gestapo" without any room to fight back. Sylvanas can easily identify the enemy without even thinking.
Hell's Will, apart from Him, Sylvanas can't think of anyone else.
Only the Lord of Hell has such an ability. His spies are spread throughout Hell. Not only does he have a larger intelligence system than the Gestapo, but he also has better intelligence personnel, and he also has positional advantages.
Every year, the Seventh Hell will find some excuse to send its spies to other levels of hell. Almost half of the officials in the court are spies of the will of hell.
There will always be people who take every opportunity to spy on the secrets of the Gestapo. Except for the will of hell, almost no one can stab such a knife with such accuracy and ferocity.
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The Will of Hell, which was at a disadvantage on the frontal battlefield, achieved such a glorious victory on another battlefield?
Has the expected counterattack finally come?
Yes, the enemy is not others, but the will of hell. He will not fall so easily. The first round belonged to the devil king, so has the second round come now?
Sylvanas held the delicate red tea cup and thought, after cutting off the eyes and ears, the coming storm should be more fierce.
In a daze, she felt a hint of coldness coming from the palm of her hand.
"Miss," the housekeeper Jacques called softly from the side: "Miss, did you hear it?"
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"Miss, the tea in your cup is already cold. Do you want me to change it for you?"
Only then did Sylvanas realize that the black tea in the cup had completely cooled down, and the sun had begun to set in the sky, so the afternoon tea time had long passed.
Sylvanas put down her teacup, sighed and said:
"Forget it, there's no need to change it."
After a moment of silence, Sylvanas suddenly asked: "Jacques, I'm a little scared. Do you think I should find someone I can rely on and marry him?"
The housekeeper was suddenly stunned. In Jacques' memory, the eldest lady had never said such a thing before. He smiled awkwardly and said:
"What are you talking about, Miss? You are now the master of the Gestapo, the master of the majestic Malagard City. When the master gets closer, your status will also increase. In this case, you have no need to be afraid."
Sylvanas just smiled. What does a simple butler like Jacques know?
He cannot understand the horror of hell's will, nor can he understand the turbulent undercurrent under victory.
She smiled and said:
"Lately I have been dreaming about Iloth, dreaming that he would come back from under the charred ruins of Grand Perri and come back to me. He is a man I value. I always have a feeling that I see
The man in love will not die like this. Jacques, do you think I am too weak?"
"Maybe you have been working too long recently," Jacques said. "Miss Sylvanas, you have been busy with government affairs recently, running between the Devil's Palace and the Gestapo. The requirements for you are too high."
It's too strict and harsh, you should learn to relax yourself appropriately, rest is a must."
"My father just wants me to be perfect," Sylvanas whispered: "My father is so perfect. He is strict with me for my own good. He hopes to have a perfect daughter, and I also hope to miss my father."
That way, you can become a perfect creature. Forget it, why are I telling you this? How about the city defense?"
"The defenses have been strengthened, Miss, and everything is normal now," Jacques said: "The city of Malagard is unbreakable. No matter how strong the wind is, as long as it encounters the white wall of Malagard City, it will be broken.
Blood flow.”
"Of course, it's just that I've been feeling uneasy lately."
As she spoke, Sylvanas picked up the cool tea cup. She easily cast a spell, and gently placed her fingertips on the water surface of the black tea, and a little magic light penetrated into the tea.
Sylvanas ignored Jacques's astonished eyes, drank the cup in one gulp, then lowered her head to study the shape of the tea leaves carefully.
"The red crow," Sylvanas said with a chuckle: "This is the shape of death and fire, which is not a good sign."
"With all due respect, Miss," the housekeeper Jacques said with a hint of anger: "All the seers know clearly that there is no reliability in tea leaf shape divination. Such divination is not accurate at all, and all fortune tellers are not good at it.
He is just a liar. The most important thing is that you should not drink black tea that has been completely cold. This behavior is simply terrible."
"The future is unpredictable and difficult to pry into," Sylvanas said with a chuckle: "I know this, it's just for fun. As for black tea, I won't do it next time."