Lasudelan, standing tall in the void, was truly a marvel of an age.
At that moment, in a patch of wild woods on Lasudelan's southern outskirts, an Infernal Slave who had just crossed over from Niming Lake stared in astonishment at the hazy halos of buildings in the distance.
"So this is Lasudelan? The never-falling city that never sleeps." He murmured softly, "It is no less impressive than Sky Mechanical City. Is it because the Supreme Demon God stands behind it?"
Strangely enough, though he was clearly an Infernal Slave, he was muttering in the human common tongue.
"Sparrow Sparrow, what are you muttering about?" A deafening buzz rumbled from the mouth of another Infernal Slave ahead, one wielding a massive crimson axe.
"Nothing. I was merely marveling that Lasudelan is so grand." Abandoning the human common tongue he had used before, his lips, as though stained with crimson magma, parted slightly, and Demon Tongue laden with cryptic whispers flowed from Sparrow Sparrow's mouth.
"What an ignorant mongrel. Among the major Demon Cities of the Barren Face, Lasudelan can only be considered average." The axe-wielding Infernal Slave looked disdainful.
The Barren Face? What was that? Sparrow Sparrow felt somewhat puzzled, but he did not ask. Instead, he put on a flattering expression. "It seems Lord Kaido has seen many Demon Cities?"
The axe-wielding Infernal Slave was Kaido. Raising his savage head high, he snorted out a breath of fire. "Naturally. I once followed Lord Niejia'er! I have even glimpsed Mosambia, the domain of Lord Guixi, from afar. Now that was a true miracle."
Kaido proudly recounted his past experiences, but to Sparrow Sparrow, it was unbearably dull. Many of Kaido's phrases were "glimpsed from afar," "I once heard," and "it is said"... The Demon Cities he had truly experienced probably