Scourge Hells

"This is the treasure you spoke of—worth the souls of twenty mortals?"

In the dark alley, the devil stared at the ancient pottery jar not far away, his brows furrowed, and his face darkened as he looked at the little devil.

Dick smiled obsequiously, "Lord Uriel, how could I dare to deceive you? You are the owner of the Modin Casino, and who in the entire Bronze Fortress Twelve Rings would dare to disrespect you?"

Uriel gave him a cold glance and a wink. Instantly, a chilling cracking sound came from above, and two huge, menacing shadows enveloped the little devil.

The two monsters resembled skinned humanoids, their skeletons tightly wrapped in dried skin. They had terrifying skull-like heads and scorpion tails, and the air around them reeked of decay and filth.

Its long tail was made up of segments of bone, and at the tip was a huge, sharp barb, like a sickle, gleaming with a cold light.

Dick collapsed to the ground in terror, flailing his arms and legs, completely disoriented. "This, this is... the legendary Bone Devil Hook Scythe Soldier! It's said that the Modin Casino keeps eighteen Bone Devil Hook Scythe Soldier who can pierce the hearts of devils who refuse to pay their debts and pull out their souls!"

The Bone Devil, also known as the Ossein Devil, is one of the most powerful lower-ranking demons. Driven by hatred, greed, and envy, it serves as a cruel overseer in the Nine Hells, with the Scythe-Hook Soldier being the most outstanding among them.

In the outermost Bronze Fortress, the twelfth ring, the presence of the Bone Devil Hook Scythe Soldier was enough to make even a heavily indebted gambler tremble with fear.

"Crunch, crunch"

A huge, venomous tail swayed in front of the little devil, as if it might strike at any moment.

Uriel stepped forward, bowed slightly, and gave a seemingly kind smile, "Dick, those who deceive me always die a terrible death, like your friend Claude —that laughable Barbazu, who has been turned into a bone artifact."

The little devil knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his voice filled with fear. "My lord, my lord, I really didn't lie to you, that is a priceless treasure!"

As if to confirm the little devil's words, the surface of the pottery jar suddenly lit up, revealing complex and eerie patterns.

Smoke billowed from the mouth of the earthenware jar, forming blurry human faces in mid-air. These faces, their expressions terrified, gaped open, Big Mouth, "Help me! Help me—"

Anger and despair washed over me, threatening to engulf everything around me.

"Such rich soul power!" Uriel's face lit up with joy, and he turned to look at the pottery jar, his dark pupils revealing an incomparably greedy gaze.

In his perception, the earthenware jar contained the souls of over a thousand mortals! Far exceeding the twenty the little devil had mentioned.

"A mere little devil, what an ignorant fool!" Uriel thought to himself with elation.

If these mortal souls were offered to the ruler of the Twelfth Ring of the Bronze Fortress, he might be able to directly ascend to the rank of a high-ranking demon, no longer needing to deal with those filthy gamblers.

Dick's face was also full of greed, but he still whispered, "Lord Uriel, you know why I didn't take this jar with me. If a weak little devil like me were to carry this jar around, I don't know how many people would covet it."

"Very good, hahaha, you did a great job."

Uriel had completely forgotten about the little devil; he just stared blankly at the pottery jar, his eyes shining, and hurried forward.

Under the dense aura of souls, even the two Bone Devil stared intently at the pottery jar, thick, foul-smelling saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, their thick, long tails swaying slowly.

"Crunch, crunch"

The alley was silent, and the surrounding air gradually thickened, almost solidifying into a substance.

Despite the strict social hierarchy in Hell, every devil harbors ambitions for advancement and seeks to replace their superior, constantly looking for an opportunity to retaliate.

Moreover, they were faced with the souls of thousands of mortals—opportunities to rise to higher ranks of demons! Furthermore, Uriel and they were both lower-ranking demons, with no difference in rank, only a contractual and official relationship, so they felt no guilt whatsoever in betraying him.

Seemingly sensing the Bone Devil's thoughts, Uriel's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his face darkened. "Hmph, you overconfident vicious dogs, do you really think I have no means to suppress you?"

I am your master, and the controller of the Modin Casino!

"Whoosh—"

With a flick of his robe, Uriel pulled out two yellowed skulls and muttered a hoarse, venomous incantation.

"Ah!!"

Instantly, the skeletons' faces contorted in agony, and they Big Mouth, emitting incredibly piercing screams.

The two Bone Devil covered their heads with their claws, their faces contorted, and let out extremely miserable roars.

Uriel slowly crushed the two skulls in his palm with his five fingers, causing fine cracks to appear on them.

A Sulfur Scent smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "I originally intended for you to be my eternal loyal hounds, to accompany me into the inner ring... What a pity, you Bone Devil— "

Uriel slammed his boot heel into the skull on the ground, a cold smile spreading across his face, "How utterly foolish! No matter how greedy or envious you are, you should at least think carefully about whether you have the ability to back it up!"

The skull was completely crushed, and the Bone Devil's huge and ferocious body also suddenly disintegrated, turning into white powder all over the ground.

Seeing this, Uriel quickly stepped forward, carefully picked up the pottery jar, and inhaled the scent of fear and despair, his expression one of rapture. "Excellent, excellent! What a profound soul!"

The devil stroked the inscription on the surface of the pottery with his fingers as if caressing a lover. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he noticed the strange emblem in the corner.

"Wait, is that Bael's emblem?"

Instantly, Uriel's expression changed drastically, his face filled with terror as he carefully recalled what had just happened.

No, how could he become so irrational? He easily killed his most loyal and capable subordinate, and then touched a mysterious object without any precautions?

It was magic! He was bewitched by the magic, becoming greedy and short-sighted like a gambler! He tried to put down the pottery jar, but found his body bound by an invisible, powerful force, leaving him standing still, unable to move.

Uriel could no longer remain calm. He whirled around, his face contorted with rage and fury. "Damn little devil, you've lied to me! No, not just you!"

The demon felt darkness descend upon him as a massive shadow enveloped him.

Uriel turned his head stiffly and saw a tall, muscular giant covered in dragon scales looking down at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

A fist larger than a clay pot came flying through the air, shattering the numerous evil protective spells on the demon's body.

"Bang!"

"You lowly maggots, Bael's lackeys, release me now! I am the mastermind behind Modin Casino! When my men come knocking, you'll experience a fate worse than death!"

"They're tied up and still so arrogant, beat them up!"

"Bang!"

"Aren't you afraid that Lord Zariel's patrols will find out and come? Once they arrive, you're finished!"

"Heh, we have the Hell magic barrier bestowed by Bael himself. You can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Esteemed guests who have traveled from afar, we can become friends and partners. Don't you desire boundless wealth and immense power? Release me, and we can have a proper discussion."

"Damn it, you're just a prisoner who thinks you can be on equal footing with us? Stop babbling and you're really ungrateful! Keep beating him! I'll torture him myself!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"My lord, my lord, I was wrong. I shouldn't have coveted your treasures! Please forgive me. I—and the entire Modin Casino— are willing to cooperate fully."

"He was so tough just a moment ago, but he surrendered so quickly. Something's fishy about this. I think there's something fishy going on. Give him a good beating! I'll let him experience the ultimate pleasure!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Oh right, and this thing too."

"Wait, what... what do you want to do? I'll cooperate, okay? Sir, please, don't give me—ah!"

The sound of flesh being roasted rang out, accompanied by the screams of demons.

With Lang Li Bai Tiao Streak branded Bael's mark onto the devil's chest with a red-hot iron, the mark gleaming with the light of flames.

"Damn, that's disgusting."

Watching the Lang Li Bai Tiao being tortured with great interest, the Lucky Emperor felt a chill run down his spine and secretly vowed to stay away from this person in the future.

Even Dark Night Wolf, a direct disciple and loyal subordinate of Lang Li Bai Tiao, took a few steps to increase the distance between himself and Lang Li Bai Tiao.

"These people are absolutely the most twisted and ruthless devils in disguise! We must never mess with them!"

Although Dick, who was locked in the cage, was pleased to see Uriel being beaten, he couldn't help but tremble with fear when he saw the man's miserable state.

But the devil's craving for violence and bloodshed made him unable to resist peeking, and he found it eye-opening.

"Big, my lord."

"I was wrong. I am willing to submit to you and help Bael Bayer return."

At this moment, Uriel was covered in wounds and looked extremely disheveled, showing no trace of the demeanor of the owner of the Modin Casino.

Driven by Lang Li Bai Tiao's perverse sense of humor, something rather strange was inserted into his body, even causing his expression to become ecstatic. Holding a thick, blood-stained stick, Lang Li Bai Tiao looked on with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction. "Hehe, my interrogation skills have improved quite a bit! Indeed, I still need to practice more."

"Um, why are you all looking at me like that?"

Seeing the look of horror on his companions' faces, Lang Li Bai Tiao was not ashamed at all. Instead, he proudly puffed out his chest and said, "As the former chief of the Imperial ' Nocturne ' unit, is it strange that I have such methods?"

The Lang Li Bai Tiao brandished its large club, pointing it at the devil who was bound to the ground.

Upon seeing his actions, Uriel trembled violently and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "My lord, my lord, I surrender."

"See? I've tamed this devil so well, he's completely obedient now, without a single fault," Lang Li Bai Tiao boasted smugly.

"."

After a moment of silence, the Born Battle Maniac stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the Lang Li Bai Tiao, earnestly advising, "Lang Li Bai Tiao, don't take this opportunity to satisfy your desires."

I know you have past traumas, but you can't take it out on this! You need to maintain a good attitude when playing games.

"Who the hell has psychological trauma?"

The Lang Li Bai Tiao was so enraged by the "comfort" from the Born Battle Maniac that his face turned red. He then turned around abruptly, glared at the trembling devil, raised his big club, and asked sharply, "What method do you have to help us smuggle ourselves into the inner ring?"

"Yes, yes, sir." Uriel said anxiously, as if grasping at a straw, "There is a secret passage in my casino, which is used to smuggle goods for a big shot in the inner ring. It leads directly to the fourth ring."

"What's that important person's name?"

"Valerius Edwards, he is Zariel's confidant, the commander of the Thirteenth Legion, and an incomparably powerful Pit Fiend!"

"Look! There seems to be this name on the quest list! It's a B-rank side quest: Assassinate Valerius!"

"Holy crap, the reward is 32,000 Gold Coin and 300,000 Faction Contribution?"

Immediately, the four players' eyes lit up, their faces filled with excitement and exhilaration.

Uriel had thought that the renowned name of "Valerius" would intimidate these guys, but he saw their reaction as if they were seeing prey, and his vision went black.

Where is that secret passage?

The Lang Li Bai Tiao crouched down, staring at the devil with chilling eyes, and said, word by word, "Where is the secret passage you spoke of? What is it like inside? We need you as our guide—to lead us there personally."

Uriel tentatively asked, "My lord, once I lead you into the inner ring, can I leave?"

A kind smile appeared on Lang Li Bai Tiao's face, "Of course, we Nocturne people value honesty and integrity the most."

". good."

"Of course, you have to sign this contract first. After all, without the guarantee of a contract, no one can trust a devil," Lang Li Bai Tiao said with a smile.

Uriel breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Alright, sir, I will draft a contract for you immediately, ensuring there are no omissions, so that you..."

"No need."

Lang Li Bai Tiao pulled out an old parchment contract and handed it over. "This is a contract personally made by Bael, so it should be binding enough."

Look, hurry up and sign here. Once we sign the contract, we'll be in the same boat, and I can trust you without worry.

We set off immediately for the inner ring of the Bronze Fortress.

"."

Gazing at the contract filled with densely packed small characters, the contents of which held countless traps, Uriel, who had always enjoyed ripping off mortals and leading them astray, fell into deep silence.

The scrawny fellow in front of him, though from the Material Plane, was more suited to be a devil than him.

Meanwhile, players have been spotted throughout the Bronze Fortress, and the demons often find soulless adventurers from the Material Plane breaking in, causing chaos.