A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

The Seven Heavens Mountain, a plane of worship that originally exuded a peaceful and lawful atmosphere, was full of prosperity and abundance led by good gods and archons.

Even the reincarnated mortal souls would emit a sacred silver or golden light.

Because this is a place of supreme goodness, any evil spirits, filth and evil cannot 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 and repent, abandon their ambitions and desires, and gradually turn from the evil camp to good.

There is a very famous town on the first level that was built by a good lich.

But now, many places here have been completely occupied by demons, devils, yugoloths and other evil demons from the lower planes, as well as the army led by evil gods.

Those archons who originally worshipped goodness and the kind mortal souls who had just reincarnated were either corrupted by the torture day and night, or became coolies who were cruelly enslaved.

Especially the first few levels, at first glance, are basically no different from hell and the abyss.

There are mines that have been roughly dug like scars everywhere, and trees have been destructively cut down, leaving only bare hills.

Driven by the whip of vicious supervisors, dense slaves like ants work non-stop all day long until they are exhausted to death and fall to the ground and can never get up again.

There is no doubt that this is the darkest moment since the birth of the Seven Heavens Mountain.

It is like a beautiful girl who was originally cold, noble, and chaste, but now she is pressed to the ground and ravaged by a group of stinking men, with traces of filth all over her body.

Fortunately, those kind people who survived have not lost hope.

Because the supreme leader of the Seven Heroes of Heaven, Zafkiel, did not succumb to the unprecedentedly powerful evil army, but still resisted with the help of many allies, and a final decisive battle is about to take place.

As long as they win, the expedition launched by Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, will end in complete failure, all evil forces will be expelled from the Seven Heavens Mountain, and the light of goodness will once again cover the entire plane.

Justice will prevail!

Goodness will prevail!

At least that's what the captives think.

But they don't know that there is a huge black hand behind the scenes that has been quietly fiddling with the thread of fate, and it won't be long before all their hopes will be shattered and fall into the abyss of despair.

At this moment, in the camp of the devil army at the forefront of this battle between good and evil, Asmodeus is admiring the ultimate weapon that has just been sent from the ninth level with great interest.

Although it was known long ago that Zuo Si had many terrifying technologies from other time and space and universes in his hands, he never expected that the other party would actually create a mass-produced weapon comparable to the incarnation of gods and quasi-divine power.

Especially the Doomsday Golem, which even made the great devils and level lords present show fear and even fear in their eyes.

Because one or two of these things may not be a big deal, but once the number exceeds three, 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 ruled by Zuo Si?

Will the ninth level with such terrifying power continue to submit to Asmodeus on the surface?

Will the original order and authority of Baator Hell be drastically shaken?

You must know that hell is not an abyss, but a place with a very mature political system and unspoken rules for power struggles.

The most important thing is whether this potential political storm will force everyone to take sides?

In short, there are too many possibilities and uncertainties.

In addition, the devils are born conspirators, and even some signs will trigger their infinite associations, not to mention this naked "evidence" in front of them.

So the entire Demon Army Corps' top leaders are now in a state of uncertainty.

Philna and Gracia, who have a close relationship with Zuo Si, have begun to think about how to tie themselves tightly to this chariot.

And fence-sitters like Viscount Mammon began to plan whether to show their loyalty through private "persuasion".

Only the evil dragon goddess Tiamat, who wandered among the lords of various levels, had a faint smile on her face, observing the reactions of each great devil like an outsider.

Because although she was still a member of the Baator Hell camp, she had been relieved of the position of level lord, so she did not need to intervene in this complex and strange political struggle.

Moreover, her cooperation with Zuo Si began a long time ago.

The dragon eggs and her own divine blood invested at the beginning are continuously producing huge returns.

Especially those evil new dragon species with different forms and abilities, but with an extremely fast growth rate, directly let her dragon group overwhelm the dragon group of her old enemy, the platinum dragon god Bahamut, in the three fields of quantity, scale and quality.

Not only that!

Tiamat also heard that Bahamut's kingdom had been attacked by unknown thieves not long ago. Not only did they loot all the most precious and valuable treasures, but even the kind metal dragon guards who were endowed with divinity were packed up and taken away.

When she first heard the news, she was stunned for several minutes and couldn't come back to her senses.

But then she burst into laughter for several days!

That's right!

It was laughter!

The kind that couldn't be stopped.

The mighty 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 properly a victim and should be sympathized with and seek justice.

But in the circle of the Dragon God, this is 100% social death and a circling shame.

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 instantly break through the defense and rush forward to fight for his life.

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, Asmodeus was able to gather the strength to launch this war between good and evil in such a short period of time, thanks to Zuo Si's continuous plundering of massive souls from other times, spaces and universes.

Today, Zuo Si is equivalent to controlling the energy, human resources and money bags of the entire Bator Hell.

It's like there is a company, and a department below it suddenly expands rapidly in a short period of time, and even the limelight completely overwhelms the head office. Every year, just the profits turned over can make everyone feel fat.

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 held his chest with one hand 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 an honor for us."

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 steward 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 appeared for a long time, right? "

"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 you to trick 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 began, not even the Lord of Hell could hope to achieve the set goals.

But now, this shackles 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 me and Soth, do you understand?"

As these words blurted out, all the big devils present showed expressions of 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 he 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 Zafkiel and occupy the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain?"

"In three hours."

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 an unknown secret deal with those good camps.

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 complicated interest entanglements behind this, as well as the convoluted network of relationships that make people unable to figure out, are really a bit 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 things 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 Heaven Mountain! We will trample those weak and kind people under our feet!"

Accompanied by waves of loyal cheers at the scene, the originally slow-paced battle between good and evil is finally about to reach 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 anxious to meet a lot of people.”

"As you wish, great Lord of Hell."

Gramir began to retreat slowly in an elegant and respectful manner, and waited until the distance was more than ten meters away 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 was using Soth, and Soth was using me.

To be precise, we are taking advantage of each other.

I have to say, he is really the fastest growing alien I have ever seen.

In just a few years, he 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 accomplished the final transcendence.

If he does succeed, 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 had just heard.

Although he knew very well that as the ninth level had expanded exponentially 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, always keeping his eyes fixed on the untouched throne at the top.

Now, he is going to pick up the crown and crown himself.

And all I can do is use this 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 evil is mentioned in the entire universe, the first thing that comes to mind will not be those evil gods with limited influence, nor the chaotic demon lords in the abyss, but him, the king of hell who once occupied Paradise Mountain. .

This alone is enough to give it a huge bonus to the power of the evil camp.

…

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 Stinging Celestial Clan 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 a chaotic camp and the other is a lawful camp, the relationship between the Aithorn Celestial Clan and the Archon Celestial 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 Clan often thinks up and down because of 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 what happened. Not only them, but also the coalition of the elven gods chose to retreat temporarily. The reason they gave was that their country was attacked by the ninth level of Baator Hell."

The ruler of the sixth level of Mount Heaven, Yova, Xi Aitier, gave a helpless explanation.

I have to say that this excuse is really perfect, and people can't find any faults at all.

Since the outbreak of this war between good and evil, everyone knows that the ninth level of Baator Hell, which has never taken any action, is the key force that can determine the future direction.

When Zuo Si began to go down, no good god or even the pantheon dared to take it lightly.

So it is normal for them to transfer the army back.

But the question is why the ninth level had countless better opportunities to intervene but didn't do it, and even sold advanced weapons and equipment to itself through various channels in private to maintain balance, but it went down at this time.

"Is there any movement from Asmodeus?"

Zafkiel continued to ask with a cold face and suppressed his anger.

"Of course.

How could the cunning Lord of Hell miss such an opportunity?

We have observed that the devil army has begun to get restless, and it is estimated that a full-scale attack will be launched in a few hours at most.

It is basically impossible to hold on with our current strength.

The most important thing is that once we are defeated or even annihilated here, the entire Seven Heavens Mountain will fall.

I think you should know what this means."

Ray Ze'el's ruby-like eyes burst out with a flame-like light.

The ruler of the fifth level has a burning sacred flame on his head, and the whole person presents a color scheme of golden red and snow-white, which gives people a feeling of passion and severity.

Unlike the rulers of other levels, he is one of the few hot-tempered rulers in the Seven Fierce Association of Heaven. He is full of strong anger and hatred for evil, slavery and tyranny. He is a typical representative of those who would rather break than bend.

Looking at this comrade who had accompanied 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 way out, 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 tainted by those filth and evil?

Will you choose to run away like a coward instead of dying on the battlefield with your last drop of blood?"

"No! Of course we are not afraid! Not to mention fear! Even if we die, we will die in the most glorious way, leaving the spark of hope in the hearts of those kind people."

Another level guardian stood up and expressed his determination to fight to the death in an impassioned tone.

Abandon the battle?

Retreat?

Escape?

What a joke!

Even those mortal paladins disdain to do the above actions, not to mention the archons who symbolize the ultimate lawful good camp.

"Very good! Even if the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to us and the evil forces are unprecedentedly strong, we must never give up the fight. I firmly believe that hope always exists. As long as we fight with a spirit of fearlessness and sacrifice, we will surely create a great miracle."

Zafkiel raised his arm with the energy stigmata and delivered an impassioned pre-war mobilization.

All the Archon Protoss and the remaining good camp troops were strongly encouraged by this scene.

As representatives of the will of the Heaven Mountain Plane, these two stigmata will release powerful rays in battle to cause great damage to the enemy, or heal allies and expel all negative states.

In the face of such power, most evil creatures and undead creatures will be purified instantly just by being touched.

All the Archon Protoss and the good camp believe that as long as Zafkiel with 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, under the intensive preparations of both sides, this war between good and evil finally broke out in an extremely asymmetric situation.

On one side was the unprecedentedly powerful Devil Corps, and the allies of the Yugroths and the Abyss Demons.

On the other side was the coalition of the Good Camp, which had lost the support of the Aesirs and the Elven Gods, and whose entire flank was completely empty.

As the saying goes, "Attack while you are sick!"

As a master of strategy and tactics, how could Asmodeus not see the huge flaws in the enemy's formation? He sneered and mobilized the elite to the flank and began to pursue them relentlessly.

He did not give his opponent a chance to breathe at all, and immediately charged the [Hellscream].

Along with the release of energy that penetrated the heaven and earth, a terrifying rift that could not be described in words appeared on the side of the Good Camp, and directly penetrated the barrier used to defend against long-range attacks and magic attacks.

"Ahahahaha! Charge the whole army! Tear this hole open for me completely! Today is the great moment for us to conquer the Seven Heavens Mountain!"

An Eight Demon General led his army and plunged in, killing the Sub-Earth Gods who were so scared that they had not recovered at all.

The most vicious killers following him were not the devils, but the fallen angels who could not endure 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, madly slaughtering their former comrades and fellow creatures, and they look like 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 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 with the fiercest competition and the highest casualty ratio.

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 was sprayed continuously, forming a picture that was 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 a debt, and I have already calculated the interest for you, which is very, very high. The interest, the interest you will never be able to pay back..."