At the peak of a mountain range far from the battlefield, a pitch-black castle sprawled amid Hellfire. Belasco's castle palace was now real estate under Liana's name.
At the castle entrance, demon servants watched in trembling terror as the green tentacle monster floated inside, completely failing to notice that it was not actually floating—there were two legs beneath it.
Shuma-Gorath, one of Hell's three most powerful Demon Kings and one of the Demon Kings closest to Satan's throne.
In the blink of an eye, the demon servants fled in all directions. The castle was emptied of demons, and no one noticed the new mistress being "spat out" by the tentacles.
Liana collapsed to the floor with rolled-back eyes, looking thoroughly ruined. Only the occasional twitch of her limbs showed that she was still alive.
Russell could approach Shuma-Gorath at close range and completely ignore its evil aura. There was no risk of corruption, nor would he be assimilated by the chaotic thoughts it radiated.
Liana could not do that. Already poisoned, her mental defenses had been overwhelmed along the way. Her body and mind were exhausted, and she practically wanted to die.
"Oh, this castle has quite a nice view!"
Russell gazed into the distance. His eyes crossed the mountains and settled on a battered throne assembled from wooden planks and rotten coffin nails.
The throne of Satan, ruler of Hell—the position coveted by countless Hell Lords!
Judging by that view alone, Belasco had been a Hell Lord with ambition. Though it was distant enough to be almost impossible to achieve, his aspirations were still worthy of recognition.
Not some deadweight!
The Hell dimension was enormous. Even damaged, it was absurdly, unimaginably vast.
Such a massive dimension was more than enough for every lord to carve out broad territories and