Bronze Citadel.
No one knew when it had begun, but messages started circulating here one after another.
From war-zone commanders down to soldiers who had only just advanced from Lemures to lesser devils, everyone was discussing whether these matters were true.
"Lord Bael actually colluded with Abyssal demons?" A Bone Devil's voice rang out.
Within the city behind the thirteenth wall.
Inside a small tavern, a squad of Silver-rank Legion Devils was resting.
Upon hearing the news, every one of them pricked up their ears.
As front-line combat troops, the fate of these Legion Devils was actually quite miserable. The average survival time of an Iron-rank devil in the Bronze Citadel was around three days.
And that average included not only time spent fighting, but also time during truces.
One could imagine just how slim an Iron-rank devil's chances of survival were after entering the Bronze Citadel.
Even at Silver rank, though these soldiers were stronger, their average lifespan was only extended to ten days.
For these lower-ranking soldiers, there were only two paths after entering the Bronze Citadel: die in battle, or advance.
The death rate among lower-ranking soldiers was absurdly high, but by the same token, their chances of advancement were also great.
As long as they fought demons, they could earn military merit, and their cultivation speed would increase as well. Advancement within the Bronze Citadel was more than a hundred times faster than outside.
Where devils died, devils could also advance, crossing rank after rank.
Though the proportion of devils who died was higher, countless devils still flocked here like ducks to water.
The clamor in the tavern continued. Taverns like this could be found in great numbers behind every layer of the city walls.
They were one of the devils' forms of entertainment during ceasefires.