This Hell Lord was a standard red-skinned devil, with two curved ram horns growing from his forehead. His face was hard to compliment, his body as gaunt as a skeleton, and two rice-grain-sized red lights flickered in his eye sockets.
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. His gaze lingered on the Hell Lord's face for several seconds before settling above his forehead.
A simple white-bone crown radiated intense energy fluctuations. Darkness and flames—in Hell, these were symbols of status.
A lord of Hell was a major figure ruling one region. In the human world, he would be a Demon King-level existence.
The Hell Lord paid no attention to Unit-01. With a cold snort, he drew his Ram Horn Scythe and slashed down at the massive, rampaging lump of flesh.
Decaying death energy rose up. The black mist did not cleave the flesh ball in two, but slowly and unhurriedly corroded it into black sludge.
Before long, more than half of the white flesh ball had collapsed into muck, as if it had died completely. Its tentacles stopped flailing and lay motionless on the ground.
Clang!
A sword cry echoed out. A black crescent sword aura swept upward, instantly tearing apart the dark cloud canopy that had kept Hell forever sunless.
The Hell Lord's body split in two. After slowly regenerating, he looked toward the source of the sword aura.
Russell floated in midair with the Black Flame Greatsword in hand. Without bothering to ask the Hell Lord's name, he shook the blade and used Electric Light Flash to kill his way to him.
The speed was too great. The Hell Lord saw only a flash of lightning as countless afterimages broke through layer after layer of spatial barriers and arrived before him in an instant.
Acting on instinct, he raised the