Picking Up Scraps! Picking Up a Huge Scrap!

You are right.

Richard moved his mind, looking at that mass of crimson mana inside the Annihilation Black Gate.

"The ones inside the door are indeed the long-lost Eight Hell Demon Lords."

"But why is that?" Asmodeus asked with a puzzled face, "Aren't Mephisto and the eight Archdemons close brothers and sisters?"

"Ha-ah~" Richard looked at him amusingly, "You, a hell demon, actually believe in things like sibling affection?!"

Asmodeus was directly struck silent.

In the Hell Dimension, affection was indeed a luxury.

He asked again, "Then what did Mephisto do this for?"

"For power~" Richard answered with a smile, "In your eyes, Mephisto and the eight Archdemons are close brothers and sisters..."

"But in Mephisto's eyes, these eight brothers and sisters are stumbling blocks dividing his authority as the Lord of the Hell Dimension."

Asmodeus caught the meaning in his words and was instantly stunned.

Richard raised a hand to tear open a spatial rift leading to Hell Paradise, turning to look at him calmly. "You are not suited to continue staying here. Go back to Hell Paradise first."

"I..." Asmodeus opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But seeing Richard's calm and unrippled expression, his heart skipped a beat.

He had a premonition that if he dared to say a single word of refusal at this moment, he would probably be beaten to death on the spot by this man of unfathomable strength.

"As you command, Milord!"

Asmodeus bowed respectfully and plunged straight into the spatial rift.

The instant he returned to Hell Paradise, his legs went soft and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Hoo-pah~ Hoo-pah~"

Asmodeus breathed heavily, his whole body soaked as if he had just stepped out of a pool of water.

On the other side, once the spatial rift healed, brilliant light instantly