Sixty-six legends as guards—and they were only the most basic level of guard.
Huo Ling now had a clearer understanding of the power Hell possessed.
Was this all the power Asmodeus had displayed? Not necessarily.
For this enormous palace Huo Ling stood in was merely one of the hundred great halls in Malsheem.
Before these guards had entered, there had already been six legends within this hall. Clearly, these guards had not come to this palace because Huo Ling was here to seek an audience with Asmodeus.
They had been stationed in this hall from the start, and there were a full hundred such halls in Malsheem.
Adding the guards who rotated every six days, that meant there were at least two full sets of legends.
Huo Ling slowly gathered his thoughts and waited for the master of the place to arrive.
Not long after the guards entered, Huo Ling heard measured footsteps approaching from behind.
As those footsteps advanced, the guards on both sides respectfully dropped to one knee in salute.
Huo Ling did not turn around, but he knew that this was the one he had come to meet—Asmodeus!
Sure enough, a towering figure passed by Huo Ling and walked to the front.
He stood over four meters tall, clad in magnificent red-and-black robes, with a scepter set with an enormous gemstone in his hand.
From behind, Huo Ling saw that Asmodeus's hair was dark, yet not black. Two pairs of horns grew from his head.
One pair was thick and curved backward, while a smaller pair of dark-red horns sprouted from his forehead.
Only when he turned and took his seat upon the throne at the very front did Huo Ling get a clear look at his full appearance.
If not for his great height and the