Bael's Combined Camp

After more than half a month of flying, Huo Ling and the other devils finally arrived at Zariel's location on the map provided by the devil marquis.

From the air, Huo Ling looked down at the combined camp below and could not help drawing a long breath.

As far as the eye could see, there were enormous encampments. Each one housed at least ten thousand elite devils or mercenaries, all at Silver rank or above.

And there were not merely several hundred such camps. At a glance, Huo Ling could see at least a thousand.

Over ten million elite troops—such numbers were truly astonishing.

Only in the Blood War between Purgatory and the Abyss could one see so many elite soldiers.

Most importantly, this was not even all of Purgatory's military strength. It was merely one somewhat larger mobile legion on Avernus, Purgatory's first layer.

Huo Ling slowly let out a breath, his expression complicated. The other two devil counts looked much the same.

Huo Ling and the others flew toward the camp. The moment they drew near, a flying devil patrol approached from ahead.

Though they were legendary devil nobles, they still had to obey the rules here, so they stopped before the patrol.

The patrol's leader was a Gold-rank Imp. Upon seeing that they were three devil nobles, the Imp immediately called for his superior.

A Saint-rank greater Horned Demon arrived before Huo Ling and the others with howling winds in his wake.

The Horned Demon bowed respectfully, then asked, "My lords, this is General Bael's garrison. What brings you here?"

Huo Ling said blandly, "We have come to pay respects to Lord Zariel."

The Horned Demon froze at those words. His mind did not seem to turn over at once, and only after a while did he