At this moment, surrounded by the horde of big men, Bael's greatest feeling was regret.
Utter, overwhelming regret.
Regret that he was clearly just a "small fry." Why the hell had he insisted on getting involved in the disputes of these freaks?!
As the furious Baalzebul charged Mephistopheles without a care for anything else, the largest armed conflict in Barto Hell since the [Reckoning] operation inevitably erupted.
Even though Mophista possessed every kind of defensive mechanism and spell into which its lord had poured his heart and soul, it could not withstand the ravaging of three lord-level monsters and an entire legendary legion.
This melee had practically turned into a chaotic stew from the very instant it broke out.
Under Li Wei, Baalzebul, and Zariel's utterly unrestrained bombardment, Mophista did not even last three minutes before, with a boom, becoming a heap of ruins atop the glacier.
After all, when Mephistopheles and the Iron Duke—or rather, most rulers—had first designed this desert palace, they had never really considered defenses against attacks coming from within.
After that dreadful collapse, Li Wei swiftly came face-to-face with the commander of the legendary legion, a Pit Fiend duke.
Meanwhile, after clearing away those ice devils, Zariel was entangled by an equally formidable female devil warlock.
Only unlucky Bael found himself being gang-beaten by several hundred Pit Fiends.
Before experiencing such a spectacle, Bael had always been rather proud of his own Combat Strength.
Though he had not been a Pit Fiend for long, his years of overseeing battles at the Bronze Fortress—and even personally joining them—had given him strength not inferior to that of an ordinary Pit Fiend.
Thus, he had never feared a challenge from any Pit Fiend outside the Eight Devil Generals!
Even fighting ten in succession was no problem!
But several