Five-Star Demon

"Deputy Demon Medal?"

Hermes did not recall such a thing, but he still dripped a drop of blood onto the blue medal.

The master-recognition was complete.

Perhaps seeing the surprise in his eyes, the black-robed man smiled faintly:

"Haha, that Deputy Demon Medal is to be kept at our Demon Castle. When this Deputy Demon Medal becomes an ownerless object, we will know that you have died."

Hermes suddenly understood.

"That is quite reasonable."

So, the so-called Deputy Demon Medal was merely a tool to determine life or death.

Although cruel, this was the omnipresent reality of Hell.

To become a Star Demon meant at least having the Demon Castle help determine one's life or death; who would care about those nameless people who died in the wilderness?

In any case, the Demon Castle could be considered the official organization of Hell!

Putting away his unwarranted sentiments, Hermes picked up the Demon Medal and wore it directly on his chest.

Suddenly!

The Demon Medal automatically fused with his High-grade Divine Artifact armor.

A simple Demon Medal had no defensive power, but once fused into the divine armor, it displayed the medal's pattern on his chest.

It was very intelligent.

"Let's go, I will take you to turn in the mission to exterminate Fort Master Zhe Lan."

Aiken personally stepped forward to lead the way.

Seeing Hermes emerge, Bamer quickly stood up and walked to a position slightly behind and to the side of Hermes.

Logically speaking, after Hermes and Bamer returned to the Demon Castle, Aiken's task should have been completed.

But he was also very curious:

"What exactly is different about this Hermes? He is actually worth being followed by Salif, a veteran Five-star Demon."

Holding such curiosity, Aiken looked at Hermes with new eyes, wanting to observe him at close range.

First-floor lobby.

"This Demon Assessment was too tragic, wasn't it? A team of a thousand people, and only 17 returned?"

"In any case, in the last few hundred thousand years, there has never been such a tragic Demon Assessment mission. To cause this result, the assessment mission must have had an Explosive Thunder!"

The functions of the Demon Castle's first-floor lobby were the most miscellaneous.

It encompassed everything from commerce to entertainment.

Even if they didn't take on Demon Missions, experts still lingered here; not to mention gathering intelligence, even just watching the fun here was richer than anywhere else.

Plus, since the Demon Castle could guarantee absolute safety, experts in Hell who had obtained Demon Medals loved to come here.

"They're coming down~!"

Seventeen people had completed the assessment, and Hermes was the first to come down.

"Eh, this isn't right!"

Those with a sharp eye had already discovered something unusual from the positioning of the three: Hermes, Aiken, and Bamer.

"Isn't that the Middle God who had a grudge with Saba?"

Hermes's physique was burly, already exceeding three meters, and his head of short golden hair was also very eye-catching.

Because his hair was not the common golden color, but a gold filled with the luster of metallic particles.

"Right, where is Saba?"

Finally, someone realized that the 'Skeleton Man' Saba had not returned.

The discussions in the lobby were incessant, yet it remained relatively quiet.

This was the Demon Castle!

In Hell, there were not many places that could be this orderly.

"I thought that lecher would scheme against that burly man during the Demon Assessment mission; to think he actually died in the mission?"

No one cared about Saba's life or death—he didn't have any friends—but that didn't stop everyone from enjoying the show.

Just at this moment, Aiken also led Hermes to the front desk.

"Clap!"

A Withered Wood Scepter was slapped directly onto the immensely wide metal counter by Hermes.

Feeling the aura of the counter, He estimated that this counter was a divine artifact soaked in High-level God Power.

"How truly extravagant!"

Hermes muttered to himself.

"Five-star Demon Mission: Exterminate the Fort Master Zhe Lan who plagues the Zhelan Desert. The mission item is his scepter."

Bamer Salif said.

"Very well, Lord Salif. I shall record the points into your Demon Medal and issue the reward immediately."

Looking at Salif, who remained half a step behind Hermes, Susimita said.

Even though she knew Salif, she dared not presume to act as his junior.

Taking the scepter and handing it to the appraiser nearby, she saw the appraiser nod and reached out to request the Demon Medal.

"It wasn't completed by me; it was completed by my Lord alone."

For extermination missions of this kind, there were no strictly rigid procedural restrictions in practice.

Nor were there any star-level limitations.

As long as you dared, even a One-star Demon could accept a Seven-star mission.

Unlike escort missions, where employers would specifically name the required star-level and set different rewards based on those ranks.

With Bamer as his follower, Hermes did not need to concern himself with the process at all.

If the Demon Castle were to make such a fuss, Hermes could have simply accepted the mission and submitted the item afterward.

But the Demon Castle would not be so pedantic as to make things difficult for the strong.

"What?"

Susimita was stunned.

She had known Salif for hundreds of years and had never heard of him having any "Lord."

"I said, this mission was completed by my Lord Hermes. My Demon Squad and I failed the mission!"

Bamer raised his voice.

"Furthermore, let me make a correction: my full name is Bamer Salif, and from this day forward, I shall go by the name 'Bamer'."

"Ba...mer? Was Lord Salif's name Bamer all along?"

Although Star Demons often traveled abroad and even crossed continents to accept Demon Missions.

As long as enough time passed, they would always return to their original locations.

Coupled with the fact that demons would purchase houses within the cities, this meant they had fixed residences.

They had a sense of belonging.

"Whoosh~!"

Because of this repetition, Bamer's voice was extremely loud, and since everyone was already focused on gathering intelligence.

At this moment, not only did Susimita hear clearly what Bamer was saying, but at least several hundred Star Demons in the first-floor hall heard it as well.

"Ah, how is this possible?"

Lord Salif's full name was Bamer Salif, and he would call himself Bamer from now on.

And more importantly, he had actually become a follower of Hermes?

A Middle God, A Middle God who had just completed the Demon Assessment, had actually finished a Five-star Demon Mission?

The continuous shock of information nearly fried their "mental capacity."

"Boom~!"

Hundreds of One-star or Two-star Demons surged toward the front desk.

They also wanted to see, Who was this Hermes who had completed a Five-star Demon Mission?

Not everyone was there for the spectacle, So the vast majority of Star Demons did not recognize him.

"How is he a Middle God?"

The first Star Demon to rush up finally noticed something wrong.

"Ah, a Middle God?"

This time, a fellow with a sheepish look actually blurted out in surprise.

His exclamation immediately drew the gaze of the Demon Castle staff.

Everyone quickly moved away from him.

The guy hurriedly restrained himself, terrified of being cleared out by the Demon Castle; this was the Demon Castle, and it would not tolerate such loud shouting.

Even in the drinking area, everyone maintained a sense of restraint.

In the Demon Castle, it was not even permitted to spread one's Spiritual Sense over a wide area.

That would be an extremely impolite act!

Otherwise, they would not have needed to crowd around the front desk to hand in their Demon Missions.

If one were to sweep out with their Spiritual Sense, what would there be left to hide?

"Look quickly, Lord Salif is actually staying right by that Middle God's side."

Someone whispered.

"It really is true~!"