A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Late at night, the slightly cool wind from the subsidiary plane gently blew through the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth layer of Baator Hell, bringing a touch of freshness to the bustling and noisy streets.

However, as a typical night city, there is no obvious difference between day and night here.

Because whether it is local residents or foreign visitors, it only takes a short time to be deeply attracted by the colorful lights that are almost light pollution, 3D projections, deafening music, and various special service places that are only open at night, and finally disrupt their original biological clocks.

Especially sleeping, a very important way of rest in the eyes of mortals, is almost non-existent in the huge cyberpunk city.

People use drugs, bio-transformation technology, electronic external brains, or upload consciousness to the virtual world of the Internet to avoid this waste of time.

Only when spellcasters need to restore spell power will they calm down and rest for eight hours, and priests will pray to the gods they serve at specific times to obtain divine spells.

Yes, you read that right.

Due to the wide application of extremely advanced genetic technology, neural technology, artificial prostheses and visceral technology, people here no longer regard sleep as a necessity in daily life, but rather as a burden that reduces the quality of life.

As for the potential damage that not sleeping may cause to the body and even the brain...

Sorry, no one cares about it anymore.

After all, in this world with magic and divine arts, it only takes a few gold coins, a few minutes or even seconds to completely repair it.

Can't afford the high price of magic?

It doesn't matter!

There are relatively cheap industrial assembly line products to choose from.

Anyway, things like body parts can be replaced with new ones when they are broken, even the brain as a carrier of consciousness is no exception.

As long as a small part of the saved sleep time is used to work and make money, it is definitely more than enough to pay for the replacement of body parts and transformation surgery.

So on the streets of the huge cyberpunk city, the most common thing is various body modifications and prostheses.

Among them are ordinary people who have to install them for functional needs of life, and there are also mercenaries, adventurers, and gang members who simply install combat modules to increase strength and combat effectiveness.

Some extreme and crazy ones even regard the body as a symbol of fragility, and mechanize and electronicize all parts and even the brain, completing a certain degree of ascension.

But these people don’t know that the reason why they can complete the whole set of transformation at such a cheap price is actually because their souls have been sent to the torture chamber and squeezed into energy during the operation.

And their so-called "ascension" is actually similar to the Necrons in the Warhammer universe. It is just a virtual personality formed by copied memories, and its essence is not as good as the construct golem.

At least a real elemental creature soul will be stuffed into the construct.

In addition, the souls from different planes, time and space, and universes gathered here will inevitably bring their culture, habits, food, cooking methods and customs, and then collide and merge with the local indigenous people-the Baatezu devils, and finally form many very abstract social environments and unspoken rules.

Even the neighboring communities give people the feeling of crossing two completely different worlds.

Compared with the huge cyberpunk city, even the largest immigrant country on the earth looks so united.

At least the residents living on the latter's land are all human, and there is no reproductive isolation.

But the former has more than a million intelligent creatures based on gene-based racial divisions, and many of them are mortal enemies.

For any ruler, this can definitely be regarded as sitting on a huge powder keg. Once the contradiction is ignited, it will inevitably cause violent turmoil, disasters, and even wars and massacres.

But the incredible thing is that the huge cyberpunk city has never experienced any form of riot since its establishment.

On the contrary, the open and secret struggles between the gangs, mercenaries, adventurers, politicians, big companies and big financial groups in the underground world have never stopped.

There were several times when underground wars with more than 100,000 people broke out with the tacit consent of the City Hall and the Lord's Mansion, solving the irreconcilable contradictions between the two sides in the simplest, most direct and most brutal way.

So in many cases, the succubus queen Meikanxiut, who managed on behalf of Zuo Si, did not need to harvest souls specifically.

Just the daily population "loss" of this huge city is enough to maintain the operation of the entire level.

This is why only souls who have reached the ninth level will not feel nervous or anxious, and it is rare to hear of anyone being captured and thrown into a torture chamber to squeeze out their energy.

Because in their eyes, all those who have evaporated or disappeared are within a relatively "reasonable" range.

It's like ordinary people seeing a guy who eats, drinks, gambles, has no proper job, and has borrowed a large sum of money that he can't pay back, suddenly disappear one day. Usually, they won't feel strange, let alone any emotional fluctuations.

Because such a bad lifestyle is enough to make everyone who knows him understand that he will definitely not have a good end.

Even if a body is found thrown into a stinky ditch one day, it is reasonable.

Because of psychological expectations, people tend to treat some things that originally seem very scary with a normal mind, and then gradually adapt to such a social environment.

This is also why many countries and regions have high crime and murder rates, but local residents can still live calmly.

Zuo Si used this common mass psychology to establish a mechanism called "entrapment" to screen those souls that are evil enough.

As for those who are not depraved and evil enough, they can continue to enjoy life until their desires continue to magnify and they can't resist the temptation and start trying those things called "taboos".

At this moment, Hawkeye Clint Barton was standing on the balcony on the top floor of a hotel building, looking down at the spectacular night view in the distance, holding the bottle and looking up and taking a sip, and then complaining in a tired voice: "Damn! If I continue to stay in this place for a year or two, I don't know if I can leave alive."

"Relax, your nerves are too tense recently."

The Black Widow was sitting on the sofa fiddling with the mobile terminal in her hand, conducting a comprehensive assessment and scoring of the people she had interviewed recently, and then deciding which ones can be hired and which ones can't.

As the person in charge of the "special talent" introduction plan, the two of them are the only two people in the Avengers who were ordered to stay and stay permanently.

"Relax?

Are you kidding?

There are so many temptations, traps and dangers here that you can't count them. If you are not careful, you will fall into them.

During the interview this afternoon alone, three guys tried to give me psychological hints, charm and mind control.

In addition, there were almost 20 women trying to take off their clothes in the room, and more than 30 men hinted that they could meet my special needs in some aspects. I was almost going crazy.

Especially last time I accidentally drank a glass of spiked wine in the bar, and the whole person was like a bull in heat and was almost squeezed dry by a group of succubi."

Hawkeye obviously suffered too much mental pressure. When he mentioned his recent experience, his emotions began to collapse.

Because he was mentally unable to adapt to the sudden drop from a top agent and superhero to the bottom of the food chain.

Many spellcasters and creatures born with spell-like abilities can play with them at any time if they want.

In contrast, Black Widow, who had long ago thrown dignity out of her mind and relied on her body and beauty to carry out assassinations and steal intelligence, was obviously much better. She asked nonchalantly, "So what?

Don't forget, we are in a safe zone now, and no one dares to do anything too extreme.

Otherwise, law enforcement agencies will issue a wanted reward for them.

As for those temptations and traps, as long as you keep a calm mind and treat them as a spice in life, it is a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.

At least in terms of endurance and the extreme sensory stimulation brought by magic, some races do have more advantages, don't they?"

"Are you also..."

Hawkeye seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned around and stared at Natasha, who was lying on the sofa wearing a black translucent pajamas and showing a good figure, with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

Black Widow smiled and held up the thousands of contact numbers in her mobile terminal, and responded meaningfully: "That's right. Although I just wanted to get more useful information from them at the beginning, I found that this is indeed a good way to pass the time. And I can also collect intelligence by the way, why not?"

"Oh my God! You are simply a lunatic!"

Hawkeye finally understood why his partner always disappeared for a few hours inexplicably, and looked very tired and listless when he came back.

But after waking up, he was particularly radiant, and exuded a strong hormone smell from head to toe.

It turned out that he went out to find someone to fool around.

Maybe it was not just one at a time, but two or even more.

"There's no need to make a fuss.

You should know that these are all tacitly approved and even encouraged by the Human Union.

Only by collecting more information can we fully understand this city and what kind of place Baator Hell is.

Most importantly, we need to establish an intelligence channel to be informed of major events that are happening or about to happen.

Otherwise, we will never be able to truly squeeze into this system and become an important member."

As she spoke, Black Widow took the medicine on the table and put it in her mouth,

and sighed softly: "It's incredible!"

"I suggest you take less."

Hawkeye glanced at the small gray pills on the table, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of vigilance and disgust.

Because no matter how exaggerated the propaganda and advertising are, he still thinks that long-term drug use is definitely not a good thing.

Black Widow gave her old partner a charming look, and laughed and teased: "Come on, old antique.

The experts of SHIELD have already done inspections and tests, and there is indeed no problem with this drug.

Even many high-level people in the Human Union are now taking it to relieve the huge pressure brought by work and social opinion.

You have to learn to believe in science.

Compared to this kind of trivial matter, I am more concerned about the rumors that suddenly spread in the past two days. "

"Oh? What is the rumor?"

Hawkeye quickly changed his previous decadence, and his expression became serious.

Natasha stroked her half-dry hair, sat up straight and answered solemnly: "I have an informant who suddenly sent a message a few hours ago.

He said he heard a rumor that Asmodeus, Lord of Hell, and Soth, Lord of the Ninth Plane and Prince of Demons, had a fierce quarrel for unknown reasons.

At present, the huge army of the Ninth Plane has begun to gather, and the lords of several planes have also responded. If things go wrong, it may cause a civil war that will shake the entire Baator Hell.

If we don't want to be involved, it's best to leave for a while and come back when the situation calms down. "

"What?

War!

Didn't it say before that Lord Soth, Lord of the Ninth Plane, is the most loyal and closest ally of Asmodeus, Lord of Hell?

How could they suddenly have a conflict?

What did the Human Union say?

Have they asked Lord Soth about the specific situation? "

Hawkeye's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

He couldn't imagine what serious consequences would happen if the Earth accidentally got involved.

"Do you think the Earth and the Human Union are qualified to participate in it?

Stop it!

With our level of technology and magic, and our insignificant size, what can we do even if we know the truth?

Do you think Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, will take us seriously?

Anyway, I have submitted the report, and the attitude of the Human Union is to pretend that nothing has happened for the time being.

If a war really breaks out, the only thing the Human Union can do is to join the camp of the ninth level.

Because we have no right to choose sides.

Except for Lord Soth, there is no other lord of the hell level who will offer us such generous conditions. "

When she said this, Natasha's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

As her social circle continued to expand, she had learned about the entire Baator Hell from hundreds of lovers.

It can be said that except for the ninth level, the other levels are basically all gloomy, terrifying and desperate real purgatory.

What hard labor, torture, abuse, whipping, torture, all are commonplace.

Only the sixth and fourth levels, which are imitating the structure of a huge cyberpunk city, are slightly better.

After all, Grand Duchess Firna and Queen of Lust Gracia are both Zuo Si's staunch allies in hell politics, and they are also the two people who have reaped the most dividends.

After figuring out the attitude of most demons towards mortals, as long as the human union has not been kicked in the head by a donkey, it will know whose thighs to hold tightly.

"Fuck! I hate war, and I hate this feeling of being helpless even more. "

Hawkeye cursed under his breath, then threw the empty bottle hard and smashed it against the wall with a clanging sound.

But even though he complained, he still walked into the living room, picked up his mobile terminal and started to complete today's work.

After a while, the two sent out more than four hundred files of mercenaries and adventurers.

About twenty hours later, those who passed the review received employment notices and deposits, and soon went to another universe with the connection of the cave tree.

Including this time, the Earthling Alliance has recruited a full 300,000 elite mercenaries with rich combat experience and who dare to do anything and take any blame for anything as long as they are paid.

They even easily defeated the The Human Union army is several times larger than their own.

Only the Astartes warriors who have undergone genetic modification can barely match them.

Such a strong combat power has undoubtedly greatly enhanced the Human Union's confidence in launching foreign colonial wars. Various advertisements and political propaganda are overwhelming, and even huge countdown images are placed in the most conspicuous places in many big cities.

Even ordinary civilians are in a carnival, looking forward to the arrival of war.

It seems that as long as they win this war and successfully plunder the opponent's technology, resources and wealth, the lives of the people on Earth will be greatly improved.

But what they don't know is that what the Human Union really wants is not resources, technology and wealth, but the Great Purge and genocide.

As long as all the living aliens on that planet are killed, the huge debt owed to the Hell Bank can be repaid, and even a small profit can be made.

With sufficient soul currency, what kind of technology and resources can't be bought?

Moreover, modern colonial history has proved more than once that it is a pipe dream to maintain long-term rule without a large-scale rebellion while retaining the indigenous people and enslaving and exploiting them.

If you want to successfully colonize, the only effective way is to kill the indigenous people.

At most, a few can be kept in the "protected area" for research.

In order to expand the living space of the earthlings, we can only "indignant" these aliens to make a "billion points" of small ’s sacrifice.

Unknowingly, under Zuo Si’s guidance, the Human Union has been on the road of militarism and extreme xenophobia.

It won’t be long before they will bring a little shock to other civilizations in the entire Marvel Universe, like a moving natural disaster.

Because of the greed and endless desire for the currency of souls, all the fires of civilization will be extinguished wherever the earthlings pass, and all intelligent creatures will be ruthlessly slaughtered.

If time passes long enough, the legend of the "reaper" from the distant deep space may even spread in some galaxies.

Every few thousand or even tens of thousands of years, a group of powerful and desperate natural disasters will descend on the entire galaxy, sweeping across all the planets that gave birth to civilization.

No one knows where they come from or what their purpose is.

Only a handful of texts and records left over from ancient civilizations tell of the disasters that have occurred.

Don't think this is a joke or a joke.

If the Earth in the Marvel Universe is given enough time to develop and become the dominant force in the universe, the above situation will definitely happen.

Recall the brutal genocide of Native Americans by European colonists, the atrocities committed by countries against civilians during the two world wars, and the famine caused by the colonists that often killed millions or tens of millions of people...

How could a race that was so cruel to its own kind show mercy to aliens with completely different genes?

Therefore, the human empire in the Warhammer universe is the closest to Earth's attitude towards aliens after entering the interstellar era.

Of course, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about the People's Federation's expedition, which had already entered the countdown.

Because under his arrangement, this is completely a "teaching level" without any difficulty, in order to let the people on earth taste the sweetness of colonial plunder and become addicted.

If you can lose even this, then there is no need for the Earth in the Marvel Universe to exist, and it must be destroyed as soon as possible.

Currently, Zuo Si is in the huge palace located in Maradomini, the seventh level of Baator Hell.

The sky here is blood-black, and the ground is dotted with ruins and abandoned cities of various sizes.

The reason why such a strange scene occurs is that the lord who rules this level, Grand Duke Balzeb, is a perfectionist whose obsessive-compulsive disorder is many times worse than Zuo Si's.

As long as there is even the slightest flaw in the city he built, he will immediately order everyone to build it again in another place after the city is completed.

Over time, those originally beautiful cities were abandoned and eventually turned into ruins under the baptism of time.

Mines dug to build the city, mountains of slag, and canals containing strong acids and salts litter the entire level like scars.

Fortunately, Archduke Balzebul finally succeeded in building a perfect city that satisfied him - Malagard.

This is a beautiful city that is not inferior in any way even compared to the upper planes. It is not like the style of Baator Hell at all.

It has lush, perfectly symmetrical, uniformly straight boulevards, flanked by fountains carved with delicate yet terrifying faces, and towers that rise like spears into the blood-black sky.

If you observe carefully, you will also find that the height of all decorations and the ground, and the texture and gaps of the floor tiles are all within one millimeter.

To be honest, for any outsider, Malagard is worthy of being called an incredible miracle.

Obviously, it was Baalzeb's original identity as an Archon god that was at work behind this miracle.

Zuo Si seriously suspected that the lawful tendencies of the other party were strengthened by the power of the hell plane when he fell, so he became such a terrible obsessive-compulsive perfectionist.

Even though Asmodeus had turned into a slug-like insect lord due to the last showdown, his behavior has not changed at all.

"Welcome to your arrival, the great devil prince, the crown prince who is inferior to one person and surpasses ten thousand people in Baator Hell."

Archduke Balzeb was the first to break the silence and send out greetings with a smile.

Although he had tried very hard to pretend and maintain the most basic courtesy, the jealousy revealed in his eyes from time to time had long exposed his truest thoughts.

You must know that this person is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but the leader of one of the two major political groups in Baator Hell before Zuo Si arrived.

The other one is the lord of the eighth floor - Mephistopheles.

It was the head-on conflict between these two guys that led to the most famous civil war in the history of Baator Hell.

"It is also a great honor for me to meet you, the great Grand Duke Barzebul."

Zuo Si politely put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid the outside world wouldn't believe that two big devils who could make countless worlds feel fear and tremble could actually talk to each other in such an elegant way, just like nobles.

Especially Grand Duke Balzebul, although his body has been distorted and deformed into the ugliest appearance, the pride that originally belonged to the Archon Protoss can still be felt in his speech and behavior.

After simply complimenting each other, the Flying Insect Lord immediately went straight to the topic, narrowed his eyes and cautiously tried: "If I remember correctly, you should rarely leave your territory, and you have publicly stated more than once that you have no interest in politics. Interested, right?”

Zuo Si nodded with a smile: "Yes, I did express my position like this before.

But the premise is that Asmodeus must promise to respect my power and status.

This was our agreement from the beginning.

But now, he has obviously begun to fear my power, fearing that I will threaten his absolute dominance as the Lord of Hell.

So I think it's time to change the attitude a little bit.

Why should I recognize his authority as Lord of Hell now that he no longer respects me?

Or to put it another way, couldn’t I replace it?

After all, in terms of the favor of the will of the plane, I am no worse than him. "

As these extremely explicit words blurted out, Grand Duke Balzeb's expression changed several times in just a few seconds.

You should know that although the lords of all levels had the ambition to replace Asmodeus before.

But no one had the courage to speak out directly.

Especially after the showdown operation ended, even he began to fear the power held by the devil king.

But on second thought, Zuo Si seemed to be qualified.

First of all, after joining Hell, Zuo Si immediately triggered a strong resonance of the plane will, and even opened up a special level for him.

This is unique in the history of Baator Hell.

And as the devil prince and the crown prince of Hell, Zuo Si originally had the qualifications to inherit Asmodeus' position.

At least the difference in power between the two will not be too big.

If Zuo Si can successfully overthrow Asmodeus's rule, it means that the position of the Lord of Hell can be replaced, which is equivalent to providing a theoretical basis for the lords of other levels, and there is a high probability of success if they follow the process in the future.

"So you want to get my support?"

Grand Duke Baalzebu was silent for a long time before finally throwing out the most critical question.

Zuo Si nodded straightforwardly: "Yes, I need your support.

And not only you, but also Gracia, Lady Ferna, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman.

I have already dealt with the first two of them, and I hope you can come forward to deal with the second two.

In this way, we will have more than half of the lords in the entire Battor Hell.

And I also have the succubus queen Mecanthut and the Khorne angel Zariel who made great achievements in the bloody battle.

When this army is assembled, let alone Asmodeus, even the entire universe will tremble."

Zuo Si deliberately put on an ambitious look and began to paint a big pie for the other party.

If it were a lord of other levels, he might be afraid that this kind of double act with Asmodeus would cause him to offend the lords of other levels and be isolated politically.

But he obviously didn't care at all.

Because the current situation in Battor Hell is that as long as Zuo Si's relationship with Asmodeus is stable enough, it will be useless even if all the other lords rebel together.

Moreover, since it was just a play, the devil king must have arranged the ending long ago, and would not let these lords notice the trick.

"An alliance of six lords?!"

When Grand Duke Baalzeb heard this number, his eyes lit up.

As Zuo Si described, if this alliance could really be established, there would be a high probability that the goal of overthrowing Asmodeus' rule could be achieved.

Without a doubt, he was moved.

Because as a once handsome and majestic figure of the Archon, Grand Duke Baalzeb hated the Lord of Hell for turning him into such an ugly and disgusting appearance.

He had tried countless methods and divine power transformation, but in the end he could not recover.

So the only way to remove this cursed transformation was to let Asmodeus remove it, or simply replace a new Lord of Hell.

Obviously, the former was absolutely unrealistic, so the latter naturally became the last hope.

"I need a promise!"

Grand Duke Baalzeb pondered for several minutes and suddenly raised his head.

Zuo Si certainly couldn't be unaware of what the other party wanted, and he immediately promised: "If I become the new Lord of Hell, I will restore your original appearance, and at the same time enthrone you as the new Crown Prince of Hell and Prince of the Devil. How about it, are you satisfied with this condition?"

Grand Duke Baalzebu immediately laughed piercingly: "Hahahaha! Satisfied! Of course satisfied!

From now on, we are close allies.

You don't have to worry about Prince Levistus and Viscount Maman, I will personally invite them to join.

Among them, Prince Levistus is as painful as I am. Hate Asmodeus, so it is not difficult to invite him.

But there is a small problem.

He and Gracia have some old grudges, and if they get together, they may fight. "

Zuo Si touched his chin and responded: "I will take care of this and make sure Gracia will not make trouble during the cooperation. "

"That's fine. But I must remind you that Viscount Maman is actually not reliable. He has changed his mind several times when facing Asmodeus. He is a very unreliable guy. "Grand Duke Baelzebu said with a serious face.

"The reason why Viscount Maman retreated at the last minute is because he found the huge gap between his camp and Asmodeus.

But this time is different.

The power I have is not much worse than Asmodeus.

I believe that as a smart man, he will make the right choice.

Otherwise, I don't mind using his head to warn all the fence-sitters who are not determined. "

After that, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with dangerous light, and his whole body exuded a terrifying momentum.

Archduke Baalzebub obviously felt this, and couldn't help but raise his lips slightly: "Very good, I like your eyes and attitude now. This is the momentum that the future Lord of Hell should have."

"Thank you for the compliment. If there is nothing else, I will go back to prepare."

Zuo Si bowed slightly and quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

As soon as he left, an Akong God who had fallen with the Flying Insect Lord immediately came up and asked: "Your Excellency Archduke, do you really want to join this coup? I always feel that something is wrong."

Grand Duke Baalzebub chuckled and asked, "Why not?

You have to understand that this civil war started by Soth is the most likely to overthrow Asmodeus' rule since the formation of Baator Hell.

And we have a huge advantage in terms of the number of lords and the number of troops.

The most important thing is that even if we fail, Asmodeus will only punish Soth.

I am just jointly responsible and will not be severely punished at all.

You don't have to take huge risks, and you can get a very high rate of return.

Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"I see, your wisdom is beyond my reach. Since you have made a decision, I will immediately arrange for people to go to the fifth level to contact Prince Levistus."

The face of the fallen Archon was filled with excitement and expectation.

Because since he fell into hell, he has been completely immersed in the pleasure brought by killing, destruction, cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

Even in some ways, he is more devilish than the devil.

This is why Asmodeus and Zuo Si like to tempt angels to fall.

When these guys turn from good to evil, they often produce religious fanaticism that cannot be described in words.

"No, don't be so anxious. You know, Prince Levistus is trapped in a huge ice block, and many of his men around him may be spies planted by Asmodeus or other lords. In order to keep it secret, I'd better go there in person."

As he said, Grand Duke Baalzebu shook his huge body and slowly stood up, moving in a way beyond people's imagination, and finally disappeared from the spot through the portal under the effect of spell-like abilities.

...

On the other side, in the palace of Malborge on the sixth level of Baator Hell.

Gracia and her best friend Firna had just finished a passionate and intimate interaction, and were lying naked on the bed to comfort each other.

After several minutes, the former recovered first and reached out to gently stroke the latter's smooth back, teasing in a half-joking tone: "Dear, you seem to be particularly hungry today, don't you?"

"Humph! Aren't you still the same?"

Fierna suddenly raised her hand and slapped her good sister's butt hard.

Then the two looked into each other's eyes and burst into almost crazy laughter.

"Hahaha! Yes, it's all Soth's fault. He never responds to our hints, making us more and more unsatisfied."

"If he didn't have many lovers and offspring, I would suspect that he actually prefers men rather than women."

"Come on. He may have retained many of his mortal habits and ways of thinking, and doesn't like promiscuous women like you and me. You know, my lovely daughter is very favored and can even act on behalf of some of the lord's power."

"Oh? Is it the famous pleasure demon virgin? I heard that Soth hasn't touched her yet."

"Haha, you don't understand this. The more this is, the more interesting it is. According to my investigation, Soth likes to tease women to unsatisfied sexual desire first, and then pick the fruit when the other party's patience reaches the limit. Really. I have to say, he is really good at playing. I feel hot all over just thinking about the tension, excitement and expectation of being just one step away from tasting the forbidden fruit. "

"You are so shameless that you don't even let your own daughter go."

"Why, are you jealous? You know, I have a better chance than you to climb into Zuo Si's bed first. After all, the temptation of mother and daughter together is more attractive than you, the princess of hell."

"Asshole! It seems that I have to teach you a lesson today!"

"Ah! ! ! ! ! Don't! Don't touch anywhere! Stop it!"

...

Accompanied by the imaginative voice coming from the house, the maids and guards guarding the door raised their heads and looked out the window, not daring to make a sound to disturb the elegance of the two women with the highest status and the most noble status in Baator Hell.

After all, both Philna and Gracia are the kind of big devils who can't suppress their desires at all.

The number of devils and mortals killed by the two of them is so large that the corpses can be piled into a small mountain.

In fact, just a few minutes ago, they had been responsible for cleaning up nearly thirty unlucky people who had been drained of their vitality and only had one breath left.

Just as the fierce battle was in full swing and all kinds of tempting moans were heard one after another, Zuo Si's figure suddenly appeared in the corridor at the door.

Instantly!

All the devils present had embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Philna and Gracia's followers even reminded their mistresses by coughing hard.

But unfortunately, they were too involved to hear it at all.

"How long has this situation lasted?"

Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly.

Because this was not the first time he ran into the scene of these two female devils comforting each other.

In fact, just two days ago, he even saw the fierce battle scene with his own eyes instead of just hearing the sound like now...