Chapter 967 The Lord of Angels and the King of Devils
Seventh Heaven Mountain, a lofty plane that originally exuded the aura of peace and order, is full of prosperity and abundance led by kind gods and the Archon Gods.
Even the souls of reincarnated mortals will emit sacred silver or golden light.
Because this is a place of supreme goodness, no demons, monsters, filth and evil can escape, and there is no way to hide themselves.
Even some extremely evil guys came here and were baptized and began to gradually realize the numerous crimes they had committed. They began to wake up, repent, and abandon their ambitions and desires, gradually turning from the evil camp to good.
There is a very famous town on the first level that was founded by a good lich.
But now, many places here have been completely occupied by demons, devils, yugoloths and other demons from the lower planes, as well as armies led by evil gods.
Those archon gods who originally advocated kindness and the kind-hearted mortal souls who had just been reincarnated either degenerated under the torture day and night, or turned into coolies who were cruelly enslaved.
Especially the first few floors, at first glance, they are basically no different from hell and abyss.
Everywhere there are mine pits that have been roughly dug out like scars, and trees have been destructively cut down leaving only bare hills.
Driven by the vicious overseer's whip, the slave workers, densely packed like ants, worked non-stop all day long until they fell to the ground from exhaustion and could never get up again.
There is no doubt that this moment is the darkest moment since the birth of Seventh Heaven Mountain.
It was like a beautiful girl who was originally cold, noble, and chaste, but now she was pinned to the ground by a group of stinky men and was ravaged in turn, with traces of filth and filth all over her body.
Fortunately, those kind-hearted people who survived have not lost hope.
Because Zafkiel, the supreme leader of the Seven Martyrs of Heaven, did not surrender to the unprecedentedly powerful evil legion, but still resisted with the help of many allies, and a final decisive battle was about to begin.
As long as they win, this expedition launched by the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, will end in complete failure. All evil forces will be expelled from the Seventh Heaven Mountain, and the light of the Supreme Good will once again envelope the entire plane.
Justice will prevail!
Kindness will win!
At least that's what the prisoners thought.
But they don't know that there is a huge behind-the-scenes hand that is already quietly fiddling with the threads of fate. It won't be long before all their hopes are shattered and they fall into the abyss of despair.
At this moment, in the camp of the demon army at the forefront of this battle between good and evil, Asmodeus was admiring with great interest the ultimate weapon that had just been sent from the ninth level.
Although he had known for a long time that Zuo Si had many terrifying technologies from other times, spaces and universes in his hands, he never expected that the other party would actually create a mass-produced weapon that could rival the incarnation of a god and possess god-like power.
Especially the Doomsday Golem, which even made the big devils and dimension lords present look with fear and even fear in their eyes.
Because maybe one or two of these things are fine, but once the number exceeds three or more, there is a certain probability that they can be successfully surrounded and killed.
What makes them even more uneasy is how many of these super weapons are there in the ninth level of Zuo Si's rule?
Will the Ninth Level, which possesses such terrifying power, continue to surrender to Asmodeus on the surface?
Will the original order and authority of Baator Hell be severely shaken?
You must know that hell is not an abyss, but a very mature political system and unspoken rules for power struggles.
The most important thing is, will this potential political storm force everyone to take sides?
In short, there are too many possibilities and uncertainties.
In addition, devils are all born conspirators, and even some signs will trigger their endless associations, not to mention such naked "evidence" before their eyes.
Therefore, the entire top management of the Demon Army is in a state of confusion right now.
Fierna and Gracia, who have a close relationship with Zuo Si, have already begun to think about how to tie themselves tightly to this chariot.
And the outsiders like Viscount Maman began to think about whether to show their loyalty by "persuading people to join" in private.
Only the evil dragon goddess Tiamat, who walked among the lords of all levels, had a faint smile on her face, observing the reactions of every great devil like an outsider.
Because although she is still a member of the Baator Hell camp, she has been removed from the position of plane lord, so she does not need to get involved in this complicated and weird political struggle.
What's more, her cooperation with Zuo Si started a long time ago.
The dragon eggs and my own divine blood that I invested in the beginning are continuously yielding huge returns.
Especially those evil new dragon species with different shapes and abilities, but extremely fast growth rate, which directly allowed her dragon group to overwhelm the dragon group of her old enemy, the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, in the three areas of quantity, scale and quality.
Not only that!
Tiamat also heard that Bahamut's country was attacked by unknown thieves not long ago. Not only did they loot all the most precious and valuable treasures, but also the kind-hearted metal dragons who had been given divinity.
The guards were also packed away.
When she heard the news for the first time, she was stunned for several minutes and could not recover.
But what followed was days of laughter!
That’s right!
Just hilarious!
The kind that can't be stopped.
The majestic Dragon God can't even see his own treasure?
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
Although in the eyes of those kind gods, Bahamut is definitely a victim and should be sympathized with and seek justice.
But in the circle of the Dragon God, this is 100% a social death, a shame that goes around in circles.
Now if encountered on the battlefield, Tiamat doesn't even need to use harsh insults. She only needs to emphasize "Your treasure has been stolen", and Bahamut will break through the defense and rush forward in an instant.
There is no way around it. In the Dragon God's circle, having treasure stolen or robbed is a major issue regarding reputation and face.
Although there are rumors that this matter was done by Musk, the god of thieves, and her, the evil dragon goddess.
But Tiamat knew best that this matter had nothing to do with her at all.
Now she also wants to know who did this, and then reward him severely.
As for the political struggle within Baator Hell, Tiamat doesn't care at all right now.
Because she is one of the few people who knows the tacit understanding between Zuo Si and Asmodeus.
Understand that no matter what kind of conflicts they have in private, these two extremely rational political creatures will never break up, let alone cause conflicts to make outsiders laugh.
To be precise, the reason Asmodeus was able to gather the strength to launch this war between good and evil in such a short period of time was thanks to Zuo Si's continuous plundering of massive souls from other time spaces and universes.
Today, Zuo Si is equivalent to controlling the energy, human resources and money bags of the entire Baator Hell.
It's like there is a company where a department suddenly expands rapidly in a short period of time, to the point where it completely overwhelms the head office. The profits that are turned over every year can make everyone feel fat.
I wonder which smart leader would fall out with such an ally that can bring huge benefits?
So Tiamat knew very well that there was no problem between Zuo Si and Asmodeus.
The real problem is these big devils who want to take advantage of the opportunity to gain more political resources and status.
"Honorable Lord of Hell, are you satisfied with these new weapons?"
As the messenger of the ninth level, Gramir put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to the formidable evil master.
Asmodeus smiled and nodded: "Of course, I am very satisfied. Say hello to your master for me and thank him for his continuous support of this great expedition."
"It's our honor."
Gramiel casually handed Martinot the device used to control those ultimate weapons.
The latter took it carefully, put it into the box prepared in advance, and hugged it tightly to his chest.
The manager was obviously aware of the subtle atmosphere at the scene, so he acted very nervous.
But Asmodeus seemed to have seen nothing. He touched his chin and asked with interest: "What has Soth been busy with recently? If I remember correctly, he shouldn't have shown up for a long time, right?"
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"The master is launching a war of unprecedented scale in other time and space."
Gramiel didn't hide anything and gave his answer openly.
Because she knew that this matter was not a secret to the Lord of Hell.
"Oh? Has it started yet?"
The red light flashing in Asmodeus's eyes suddenly surged, and then he opened his arms and laughed without any warning.
"Hahahaha! That's it! Soth, my young friend, I really didn't expect that you would actually mess with me this time."
Obviously, he has understood the ambiguous attitude of the Ninth Level since the war began, as well as the real intention of selling weapons and equipment on both sides.
It turns out that everything is preparing for this war.
Before this war begins, not even the Lord of Hell can hope to achieve the set goal.
But now, this bondage can finally be released.
"Father, what do you mean, why can't I understand you?"
Gracia narrowed her eyes and tried in an uncertain tone.
Asmodeus glanced meaningfully at this daughter who was still a little immature and willful, and replied meaningfully: "You don't need to know too much, just follow my instructions. In addition, I advise you to best
Put away those little thoughts, there has never been any problem between Soth and I, do you understand?"
As these words blurted out, all the big devils present showed expressions of either shock or disbelief.
Because their ranks were so low that they couldn't understand what was going on between the two most powerful bosses in Baator Hell.
But Asmodeus had no intention of explaining. He just raised his glass and drank it down, then stared into Gramir's eyes and asked: "So when can I launch a full-scale attack to defeat the coalition forces of the good camp, and personally
Kill Zavkiel and occupy the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain?"
"Three hours later."
Gramiel gave a very precise time without thinking.
Her words instantly caused the expressions of several dimension lords to change drastically.
At this moment, no matter how stupid they were, they realized that it turned out that the devil's army was advancing slower and slower during this period, and the resistance they encountered became stronger and stronger. It turned out that the ninth level was behind it.
Maybe they have secretly reached a secret deal with those good factions that no one knows about.
But what puzzled them even more was that Asmodeus did not get angry after learning the truth, but chose to accept the result happily.
The complex entanglements of interests behind this, as well as the convoluted and confusing network of relationships, really make people feel a little unpredictable.
"very good!
Did you all hear that?
Get ready to go back to me immediately!
Three hours later, we launched an all-out attack in one go and completely defeated the last resistance of Seventh Heaven Mountain, achieving an unprecedented victory for the great evil.
remember!
When the time comes, if anyone dares to work without any effort, or wants to do it perfunctorily, I will not hesitate to remove him from all power and authority, and demote him to the lowest level of evil demon."
Asmodeus solemnly issued combat orders to everyone.
"clear!"
"Please rest assured that we will do our best to win this war!"
"Long live Baator Hell! Long live evil!"
"We will conquer the entire Heavenly Mountain! We will trample those weak and kind people under our feet!"
With waves of loyal cheers rising from the scene, the originally slow-paced battle between good and evil finally reached a crucial turning point.
But Asmodeus didn't have any expression on his face. Instead, he once again set his sights on Gramir, walked straight up to him and whispered in his ear: "Go and complete your final mission. I
I believe you are still in a hurry to meet a lot of people."
"As you wish, great Lord of Hell."
Gramir began to retreat slowly in an elegant and respectful manner, waiting for the distance to be more than ten meters before suddenly activating the teleportation magic and disappearing in place.
Feeling the slight spatial fluctuations in the air, Martinot then asked: "Master, could the ninth level be..."
Before he could finish his words, Asmodeus raised his hand and interrupted: "Well, that's what you think.
I am using Soth, and Soth is also using me.
To be precise, we are using each other.
I have to say, he is really the fastest growing alien I have ever seen.
In just a few years, he has climbed from a mere mortal to his current position.
My dear Martinot, keep your eyes open and watch.
See how our prince used this war to achieve his goals and how he achieved the final transcendence.
If he succeeds, he will be above everything else."
"Including you?"
The chief steward of the Lord of Hell's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what his ears just heard.
Although he knew very well that with the ninth level expanding at an unimaginable speed over the years, Zuo Si seemed to have the confidence and attitude to be on an equal footing with the Lord of Hell.
But in his imagination, Baator Hell would at best be entering the era of dual politics.
As for any great devil or lord who could surpass the Lord of Hell, that was something he didn't even dare to think about.
"Well, yes, that includes me.
Because from the moment my will merged with the hell plane of Baator, the upper limit was already determined.
But Soth is different.
He was never bound by anything, and always kept his eyes fixed on the throne at the top that no one could touch.
Now, he is going to pick up this crown and crown himself.
And all I can do is use this general trend to complete a victory of evil over good."
After saying that, Asmodeus raised his hand and made a fist, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised with an extremely evil smile.
Although he knew very well that this victory would not last long, one victory was enough to establish his unshakable position in the evil camp.
From now on, when the whole universe talks about evil, the first thing that comes to mind will not be those evil gods with limited influence, let alone the chaotic demon lords in the abyss, but him, the king of hell who once occupied Heaven Mountain.
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This alone is enough to give it a huge bonus to the power of the evil camp.
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At the same time, the situation in the coalition forces of the good camp on the other side has undergone completely opposite changes.
To be precise, it was a steady stream of bad news.
"Damn it! What's going on? Why did those thorn-loving tribes suddenly withdraw their troops? What on earth do they want to do?"
Zafkiel, the representative of the will of the Seventh Heaven Mountain plane, roared with rage, and the huge sound continued to reverberate in the white and sacred palace.
Although one is from the chaotic camp and the other is from the lawful camp, the relationship between the Aithorn Clan and the Archon Clan has never been good.
But after all, both parties are part of the Chongshan camp, and they can still reach an agreement when it comes to the interests of the entire good camp.
Some time ago, the two sides formed a coalition to jointly resist the invasion of the evil army. This is the best example.
In those brutal tug-of-wars, the opponent's losses were no less than those of the Archon Protoss fighting locally.
But now the opponent actually retreated without any warning, leaving the entire left defense line completely empty.
I can’t figure it out!
not understand!
I don’t even understand!
Although the Aithorn Celestial Tribe often thinks up and down due to their chaotic nature, now this is obviously a huge suspicion of betrayal.
Zafkiel even began to suspect that the Lord of Hell had deceived the leader of the Aithorn Clan with his eloquence and trickery.
"Sorry, I don't know exactly what happened. Not only them, but also the coalition of elves and gods chose to retreat temporarily. The reason they gave was that their country was attacked from the ninth level of Baator Hell.
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The sixth level of Heavenly Mountain - The ruler of Jova, Sietir, gave an explanation with a look of helplessness.
I have to say that this excuse is so perfect that no one can find anything wrong with it at all.
Since the war between good and evil broke out, everyone has understood that the ninth level of Baator Hell, which has never made any move, is the key force that has the ability to determine the future direction.
When Zuo Si began to meet his end, no good god or even the pantheon dared to take it lightly.
So it's absolutely normal for them to move the troops back.
But the question is why the Ninth Level did not take action even though it had countless better opportunities to intervene, and even privately sold advanced weapons and equipment to itself through various channels to maintain balance, but it ended up at this moment.
"Is there any movement over there in Asmodeus?"
Zafkiel suppressed his anger with a cold face and continued to ask.
"certainly.
How could the cunning Lord of Hell let go of such an opportunity?
We have observed that the demon army is beginning to become restless, and it is estimated that a full-scale attack will be launched in a few hours at most.
It is basically impossible to withstand this with our current military strength.
The most important thing is that once we are defeated or even annihilated here, the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain will fall.
I think you should know what this means."
Raziel's ruby-like eyes burst out with light like fire.
There is a blazing sacred flame above the head of this ruler of the fifth level, and his whole person shows a color combination of golden red and snow-white, giving people a passionate and stern feeling.
Different from rulers at other levels, he is one of the few rulers with a fiery temper among the Seven Firemen of Heaven. He is full of strong anger and hatred for evil, slavery and tyranny. He is a typical representative who would rather bend than bend.
Looking at this comrade who had been with him for who knows how many centuries, Zafkiel nodded slightly: "You don't need to remind me, I know how serious the consequences of defeat are.
But the problem is that we have no retreat, and there is no other plan except to fight to the death.
Tell me, are any of you afraid of sacrifice and death?
Are you afraid that your will and soul will be stained by filth and evil?
Would you choose to run away like a coward rather than shed your last drop of blood and die on the battlefield?"
"No! Of course we will not be afraid! Let alone fear! Even if we die, we will die in the most glorious way, leaving a spark of hope in the hearts of those kind-hearted people."
Another dimension guardian stood up and expressed his determination to fight to the death in an impassioned tone.
Give up the war?
retreat?
escape?
What a joke!
Even the mortal paladins would not bother to do the above actions, let alone the archons who symbolize the ultimate in the lawful good camp.
"Excellent! Even if the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to us and the evil forces are at an all-time high, we must never give up the fight. I firmly believe that hope always exists. As long as we fight with a spirit that is not afraid of sacrifice, we will surely be able to create something
A great miracle."
Zafkiel raised his arm marked with energy stigmas and delivered an impassioned pre-war mobilization.
All the Archon Protoss and the remaining good camp troops could not help but be strongly encouraged when they saw this scene.
As representatives of the will of the Heavenly Mountain plane, these two sacred marks will release amazingly powerful rays during battle to cause huge damage to the enemy, or heal allies and expel all negative states.
In the face of this power, most evil creatures and undead creatures will be instantly purified just by being rubbed.
All the Archon Protoss and people in the good camp believe that as long as Zafkiel, who holds the stigmata, appears on the battlefield, he will surely lead them to victory, even if the opponent is Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell.
In this way, with intensive preparations by both sides, the battle between good and evil finally broke out in an extremely asymmetrical situation.
On one side is the unprecedentedly powerful demon army that is recharging its energy, as well as the yugoloth demons and abyss demons as allies.
On the other side is the coalition of good forces that has lost the support of the Aithorn Celestial Clan and the elves and gods, and the entire flank is completely empty.
As the saying goes, I will kill you while you are sick!
How could Asmodeus, a master of strategy and tactics, fail to see the huge flaw in the enemy's formation, sneer, mobilize his elite troops to the flanks, and start to pursue them fiercely.
He didn't give his opponent any chance to breathe at all, and charged the [Hell Roar] from the very beginning.
Along with the release of energy that penetrated the heaven and earth, an indescribable terrifying rift appeared on the side of the good camp, and directly penetrated the barrier used to defend against long-range attacks and magic attacks.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! The whole army charges! Open this hole for me! Today is the great moment for us to conquer the Seventh Heaven Mountain!"
An Eight Demon General led his army and rushed in, killing the Archons who were so frightened that they had not recovered their senses.
The most vicious people following him were not the devils, but the fallen angels who could not bear the torture, coercion and inducement and chose to betray.
These beautiful creatures with black wings behind them are like the most violent and bloodthirsty warriors, killing their former comrades and fellow creatures crazily, as if they have sworn hatred.
Especially after seeing the opponent's spotless white wings, he will often completely lose his mind and become a madman who only knows about killing.
That kind of inexplicable hatred and fanaticism simply makes many devils feel baffled.
But fortunately, the devil commanders made good use of the emotions of the fallen angels and continuously sent them into the meat grinder battlefields where the competition was fiercest and the casualty ratio was the highest.
If you look at the sky from the ground, you can clearly see the black and white wings intertwined and fighting each other, and falling like raindrops every once in a while.
The bright and eye-catching blood is constantly sprayed, forming a picture that is both beautiful and spectacular, and at the same time very bloody and cruel.
"Asmodeus!!!!!"
Zafkiel floated in the sky and stared at the Lord of Hell, his old enemy, with extremely angry eyes.
"Why, do you finally have the courage to stand up and face me? You must know that the bloody battle between demons and demons you provoked was not as upright as it seems now."
Asmodeus, wearing a red robe, slowly walked out from the protection of the guards, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
After countless centuries, the Lord of Angels and the King of Devils finally met on this fateful battlefield.
"So you started this war just for revenge?"
Zafkiel asked through gritted teeth.
"Revenge?" Asmodeus shook his head contemptuously. "No, this is not revenge, but debt collection. From the moment you plotted against me, you should know that no one in this universe can owe me
The debt, and I have already calculated the interest for you, very, very high interest, interest that you will never be able to repay..."