The war continued in its brutal war of attrition, but the difference was that the devils had begun to doubt the defenses they had once been so proud of. The demons, on the other hand, did not care how many of their comrades died. All they cared about was victory! With their thick and utterly illogical nerves, demons naturally assumed that they would survive to the end and become part of the glory! Thus, demon morale was already MAX!
Even the most cowardly Dretches began shrieking with piercing laughter as they charged at walls they would never be able to climb. Their low intelligence made them especially susceptible to the emotions around them. They never considered their miserable fate; they merely grew excited with the crowd, then were slaughtered in batches by the devils atop the walls without even understanding what was happening!
But that was fine. The other high-ranking demons would drive more Dretches forward to fill their places, ensuring that the devils' defenses remained under intense pressure and could never rest!
Bel had gone mad as well!
He began frantically assaulting Obox-ob's sea of insects. The devils tried to drown it beneath endless hellfire, but no matter what, the amount of hellfire the devils could summon was limited. Obox-ob's sea of insects was different!
The insectoid demons under Obox-ob might have been terribly weak in individual combat, but their reproductive capacity was despairingly formidable. With Obox-ob sparing no expense, the 663rd layer of the Abyss, Revenge, began madly producing insect swarms. If the devils killed ten thousand, Obox-ob produced twenty thousand! In short, Obox-ob knew perfectly well that he could not lose this war. Once he did, he would truly have nothing to do with the Blood War anymore!
Now that all five great powers of the Abyss