At Loren's command, a Space Gate abruptly opened, directly linking to the Hell Dimension.
For a moment, the sky of the Hell Dimension had never been so bright.
Countless projectiles surged into the Hell Dimension, tearing through the dark crimson curtain.
The fiery flashes of explosions bloomed like poisonous flowers upon rotting flesh, cluster after cluster, unceasing.
In an instant, they covered the scorched earth, lava rivers, and twisted mountain ranges as far as the eye could see.
High-explosive physical warheads blasted Demon Fortresses, along with the Imps and Horned Demons within, into their most basic particles.
Energy disintegration beams swept through soundlessly, permanently extinguishing Hellfire across vast areas and reducing rock to fine ash.
Where the spatial Shockwaves passed, the terrain was forcibly twisted and folded, creating rifts that devoured everything.
Even deadlier were those specialized soul-interference waves, aimed at demons that relied on negative emotions and soul energy to exist.
They were simply a silent plague, sending low-ranking demons into stupor and collapse in droves, or causing them to dissipate outright.
Hell, the dimension that symbolized pain, chaos, and eternal torment,
had received the first technologically driven saturation bombardment in its history.
Traditional magical barriers were as fragile as paper before energy-focused attacks beyond comprehension.
The demon legions' counterattacks were like mosquitoes charging into a torrent of steel.
They could not even leave a scratch on the armor that gleamed with a cold, eerie luster.
Mephisto stood atop his deepest palace.
The terrace once used to admire torture and the wails of souls had now become a window onto this apocalyptic scene.
The light within the ruby of his authority-symbolizing staff flickered erratically.
Just like his violently fluctuating emotions.
Humiliation and rage?
Yes, of course.
He was a Hell Lord, ruling this dimension for countless ages.
He had