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The torrent of steel passed by, and the Grizzly Heavy Tank of the Thunder Warrior Legion mercilessly crushed the corpses on the ground. The tracks more than one meter wide were clattering with stumps, and the double-barreled plasma cannons on the turret were still searching for them. The target, whenever a living demon is found, a dazzling blue plasma ball will be erupted, blowing up that unlucky egg to nothing.

The tall and mighty city wall decorated with skulls is now in disarray, collapsed, collapsed, even where it has not collapsed, it is full of bullet craters and scorched marks, and there are countless places on the altar in the distance. The corpses of demons piled up on the circular stairs, and the blood flowing down could not even be bigger than military boots.

Fisher strode across the corpses one after another, passed through the crowd of soldiers cleaning the battlefield, and came to the altar.

This place has been surrounded by Imperial Guards and Thunder Warriors, and there are also many trembling demons mixed in, but at this moment, these demon soldiers have tied a white ribbon to themselves to show their identity as an uprising on the battlefield.

For these demons, Fisher ordered the troops not to wipe them out. After all, Mephisto also has some subordinates to serve them. Which Satan do you see is a bare-bones commander?

What's more, Samuel's Yajin energy is still unstable at present, and the demons in hell must be squeezed sustainably. This job is impossible for the imperial army to do. It is necessary to find an agent and use demons to manage demons. This is the most suitable!

Walking up to the highest position of the altar, there were several men and women surrounded by imperial agents. Mephisto was also waiting here, waiting for Fisher's arrival.

"My lord, these are the only few great figures left in hell!"

Seeing Fisher, Mephisto almost knelt down to pay his respects to Fisher. How nervous he felt at this moment. After all, although Fisher promised him the position of Satan, it was difficult to guarantee that these days What kind of conditions does this guy come up with, especially that Mrs. Hell!

From a human point of view, the other party can be described as a first-class glamorous woman, tall and well-proportioned, exuding the charm of a mature woman from top to bottom. If he didn't know the original appearance of the other party, Lao Mo himself would be a little impulsive.

So he will follow Fisher step by step, for fear that the other party will be deceived by that hypocritical woman, and he is ready to expose the hateful face of the other party at any time.

However, Fisher didn't go to check the captives first, but went around and checked the not too badly damaged demon altar.

"Old Mo, this place needs to be redecorated!"

Fisher said while gesturing.

"This is natural! I'll let my men do it right away!"

"Don't worry, you are a certified Satan, which is different from the past! So the working environment has to be changed as well!"

Fisher pointed at those demon decorations, and then said.

"I dismantled all these eerie ones and replaced them with angels. You know, the ones with thin waists, long legs, big breasts, and white feathers and wings behind them. Remember, every ten meters Put one, and these braziers have also been removed, the empire will not let you continue to live in primitive times, I have contacted the Ministry of the Interior, and tomorrow they will start erecting circuits and selecting sites to build a stable power source for you!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Although Mephisto was a little stunned, he was still very happy. What does this mean? It means that Fisher has appointed him to be the Satan, but Mephisto is a little surprised that the empire supports the construction of hell so much. What is the value of this place that does not shit?

"Worthless!"

"It's of great value!"

Fisher explained as he walked.

The Empire Exploration Team has conducted a comprehensive exploration of the mines in hell before. Although it looks lifeless here, the underground is full of treasures. The minerals produced in hell have the same quality as Asgard's magic metal, and they are not Like Asgard, where output must be controlled to ensure a virtuous circle, hell can produce more magical metals, as long as the equipment is sufficient, you can dig it however you want.

After Balabala talked a lot, the two finally turned their attention to the prisoners. It has to be said that after staying in a high position for a long time, it is easy for the zombies to lose their courage. None of these hell lords chose to fight to the end, even committed suicide. They didn't even think about it, and now they were looking at Fisher walking over with anxiety.

"My lord, what are your plans regarding these captives?"

"Why, are you worried that I will go back on my word?"

"No, no, the main reason is that these guys have no vision and short-sightedness. I'm worried that they will choose to betray you again for their own benefit!"

"Betray me? Then kill them all?"

Mephisto nodded slightly, then continued.

"My lord, just let me do this, so as not to dirty your hands!"

"Look first before talking!"

Walking closer, Fisher, who was still swinging his cane, glanced at the prisoners who bowed their heads silently, and said in a deep voice.

"Keep your heads up!"

Several hell lords slowly raised their heads and looked at Fisher.

Although the demons under his command are more shabby than the other, these lords are quite human-like, that is, they have some gadgets on their bodies, and their skin is a little red. Mrs. Hell is an exception. A little plumper, looking at Fisher with spring in his eyes at the moment.

"Mephisto, you don't have a wife yet, do you?"

Fisher suddenly asked again.

"Yes, mainly, we don't have any desires and needs in this regard!"

"That's not okay, hell will have to have a mistress in the future!"

Fisher pointed to Mrs. Hell and told her to stand up, and then both Mephisto and Mrs. Hell felt something was wrong.

"She doesn't have a husband, and you don't have a wife, that's not good!"

"But, but, she, she..." Mephisto just wanted to refuse, when he saw Fisher's half-smile expression.

"She's a bit old! I like young ones!"

"If there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, it is better to be older!"

And Mrs. Hell didn't want to do it either. Both she and Mephisto were scheming people, and they definitely couldn't pee in the same pot.

"My lord, I think..."

Before he finished speaking, Fisher interrupted the other party.

"If you don't agree, you will die!"

Madam Hell, who felt her head swishing cold, immediately nodded her head like a chicken eating rice.

"As for you two!"

Fisher tapped the remaining two hell lords with his cane, and the other party immediately shouted consciously.

"My lord, it's okay for us to marry Mephisto, as long as you say what you say!"

"Ah this!"

Although people's xp is free, but like demons, Fisher thinks it's better to send them to Professor Yang to stay for a few days.