All Worlds Madhouse

Indeed, Azazel has not left hell for almost a thousand years. He is a very ambitious demon king. Although his personal power is far less than that of the First Fallen, he is tolerant, insidious, and dedicated. He never wants to be like other demons. It's okay. He just wants to find something to do in the human world. He has been running his own power in hell all his life, thinking that if one day something goes wrong with the other two demon kings, he can dominate hell.

In his concept of time, he also believed that human beings still stayed in the "food" class.

"Hahaha, do you think you can kill me now that you know my weaknesses?! Ha! You're so naive!" Azazel said with difficulty.

At this point, he no longer hid it. Suddenly, the blue flames in his eyes suddenly shot up to Lao Gao, surrounding him in an instant. At the same time, the black robe was turned into ashes.

Just like that, a "three-faced skull" appeared in front of everyone.

It's not hard to imagine Azazel's appearance. Overall, he looks like a skeleton, no different from the items on display in the taxidermy museum. The only difference is that his head is very big. It's as big as his body. It's out of proportion.

The reason why it is so big is because there are three heads on Azazel's neck.

The backs of these three heads are stuck together like conjoined twins, and each head has a face with a different expression.

One had drooped eyes and a frown on his face, and the other had the corners of his mouth turned up, seemingly very happy. At this moment, facing the face of the First Fallen, one could see that he was angry! The temperature of the flames around him was so high that the First Fallen had to release his hand from his neck.

"Hahaha - the 'Weather Bureau' is all bullshit! You people are the most ignorant. Do you know what I have been doing for so many years?" Azazel took a step back and shouted.

The First Fallen didn't say much, because the matter had reached the point where they were fighting to the death. Of course, he could also gradually feel that Azazel's power was weakening little by little.

"Ha, I'm creating a legion!" Azazel said with a wild laugh: "Now we have passed the era of fighting by ourselves. I know you are very powerful, First Fallen, but your temper is really bad. , no one wants to follow you, the demons under you are just afraid of your power, but I am different."

As he spoke, Azazel waved his hand, and a scythe appeared in his hand. There was a flash of light in the air, and a huge crack seemed to be cut in the sky of hell. Then, countless demons appeared like They came out like a hornet's nest!

"Hahaha - indeed, my power has been suppressed now, but I have never thought of using my power to compete with you head-on! No matter how powerful you are, you can resist the demon that I have been running for nearly a thousand years. Legion?"

The First Fallen was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect this. To be precise, he didn't bother to think about it at all. Just like Azazel said, although he is a king of hell, But he never cared about hell. Most of what he did all day long was to be in a daze, think, walk around, and wander around the world when he had nothing to do. But recently, all he could think about was how to drag that bastard Constantine to hell. Come here.

He never expected that during this period, Azazel would have assembled such a huge demon army.

Looking at the number of demons that almost covered the sky, the First Fallen frowned, because things seemed to be beyond his control.

"Hahaha -" Azazel smiled: "Actually, I want to endure it for a few hundred more years, and then take action when everything is safe, but it doesn't matter anymore, today is just for you two. Death, hell, will ultimately belong to me, Azazel!"

He roared while waving his bloody scythe.

At this time, Beelzebub, who had been weighing the pros and cons, finally saw the situation clearly.

"Azazel, King of Hell, I am willing to follow you. All my territory belongs to you. Of course, I am willing to help you kill this guy!" Beelzebub changed his face faster than turning the page of a book. Under the general trend, , he found a correct position extremely accurately and shamelessly.

However, at this moment, things were beyond the control of the First Fallen and suddenly beyond the control of Azazel.

Because, when his demon army seemed to be about to rush down, it suddenly stopped and turned around, and they all rushed towards the [Pain Furnace].

Azazel's head buzzed: "Hey! Hey! You brainless guys, where are you going? Come back here!" However, those demons had long been attracted by the delicious souls in the furnace. No one knows, how can they still obey his command.

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Just like this, under this magnificent scene, there was an embarrassing silence.

"Haha - it's really embarrassing." The First Fallen said with a smile: "Let me guess, you secretly allowed the demons to multiply in large numbers, but in order to prevent us from finding out, you locked them in a small space you created. There, and you don’t have that much food to feed them, right, so... these demons have been pitifully starved by you for hundreds of years?"

Azazel was completely stupid. He waved his scythe desperately, trying to call back some demons, at least some cannon fodder, so that he could have a chance to escape, but no demon paid attention to him.

Azazel howled for a while, and finally, he turned his head and turned his "smiling face" towards the First Fallen.

"Ha, actually, I was just joking. How could I raise demons? They are all a bunch of brainless idiots. I get upset just looking at them."

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Seeing this, Azazel turned his head again and put the "sad" face in front.

"First Fallen! King of Hell, I was blinded by greed. Now I have repented. I am willing to dedicate everything to you. Please let me go!" He begged directly.

The First Fallen smiled: "Haha. Okay, I will guide you on a path, but whether you can go on it depends on your own luck."

Azazel was overjoyed. At this time, his mind was not very clear, and he thought that the First Fallen really wanted to let him go.

But then, with great despair, he saw the First Fallen pointing a finger at the boiling furnace of pain beside him.

"Where is your path? Should you go it alone, or should I help you?"