Asmodeus before them stood around thirteen feet tall when upright. From a human perspective, he was unquestionably a giant, but such a build was hardly conspicuous in Barto Hell, much less among the monsters gathered here.
With the renown of this Lord of Hell, he had no need to assume a terrifying form to instill greater fear in others.
There were already far too many rumors and legends about the Lord of the Nine Hells across the planes of this world. Compared to what Asmodeus himself had acknowledged, there was still far more that remained unknown.
Legend had it that Asmodeus's true form lay in a canyon called Serpent Coil Canyon, at the deepest point of Nessus. It had been formed when, upon first arriving in the Nine Hells, Asmodeus's body fell vertically and carved it out, coiling inward for hundreds of kilometers. His acid-black blood, fouler than filth itself, had pooled into ponds within the canyon valleys.
Thus, people had always suspected that the wounds suffered by the Lord of the Nine Hells back then had never fully healed, and that he had been searching for ways and means to heal himself.
The image all other devils of the Nine Hells saw before them in Malsheem was merely an advanced application of projection magic, or perhaps an avatar akin to those of certain deities.
Nor had the Lord of the Nine Hells ever deigned to explain or refute any rumor concerning him.
At the very least, the form Asmodeus currently displayed before Li Wei and the others was no different from the projection he had seen in the Fugue Plane.
The Lord of the Nine Hells had pupils gleaming with the Blood Color of Hell, with a small pair of dark crimson horns growing from his head. His skin