Of course, Huo Ling's encroachment on power was not limited to the Bronze Citadel.
The things Huo Ling's incarnation had lacked the energy and time to do before were now things Huo Ling would do himself.
He was now preparing to extend his black hand toward the other Dark Generals.
Dark Generals were not irreplaceable. After all, they had been replaced so many times before.
Every replacement had been a silent change, often unknown even to outsiders. Only some of the Demon Army's upper ranks might know the truth.
Even if a Dark General had stabbed his superior in the back, he would continue using the former title, which made it easier for him to take over the original Demon Army.
The Demon Army's upper ranks readily accepted this as well. After all, if the new general did it, they could do the same in the future.
The Dark Generals took turns at the seat—perhaps one year, it would be my turn!
The soldiers of the eight Dark Generals' Demon Armies came up from other layers of Purgatory, making them a fresh fighting force.
Yet their battlefield was in Avernus. If Huo Ling could bring these Dark Generals under his command, he would gain a huge number of legions without anyone noticing.
And legions that he did not have to pay for himself—wasn't that a heaven-sent blessing?
Huo Ling said to the three devil marquises in the command tent, "I plan to subdue the other Dark Generals first. Do you have any recommendations?"
Carl, Sali, and Slater exchanged glances.
Slater was the first to speak. "My lord, this servant believes General Fokas would be a good target!"
Huo Ling turned his attention to Slater and asked, "Go on."
As if encouraged, Slater continued excitedly, "This servant has long heard that