Chapter 409: Chapter 403: Only One Thing Left

To avoid potential conflicts, the demons don’t care about your background in the Nine Prisons, the Wandering Mall moved away, and Leon left too, transformed into a succubus to head to the Blood War Battlefield.

Compared to the blood war he witnessed upon first arriving in Aphnas, today’s blood war is visibly much larger, so much so that it’s incomparable.

“Can’t you just let me have some peace?”

Leon swung his sword and took down a Flomer, trying to fly as high as possible to avoid trouble. From above, it was easy to witness the huge Demon Lords slaughtering on the Blood War Battlefield.

Coschechi resembles a short, stout Hill Giant with short, stubby legs and a very large head. In giant mythology, he was once a powerful Frost Giant; after killing a Demon Lord in a battle, he claimed the corresponding level in the Abyss as his domain, becoming a Demon Lord.

“Zarriel, come out quickly.” With immense strength, Coschechi wielded a Warhammer Matatorok forged by the Frost Giant God Solem, once seized by Zarriel but reclaimed later. One swing smashed a Chain Demon into flesh, releasing a wave of cold that froze nearby Whisker Demons.

“Do you still wish to be imprisoned in the deep pit of Aphnas, shouting every day? Then by all means, come.” Zarriel flew in the air, gripping the sword handle with both hands, held across the chest.

Coschechi and Zarriel started fighting.

Anyone with sharp eyes could see that Coschechi wasn’t Zarriel’s match, but Zarriel also found it challenging to take down Coschechi easily.

Moreover, Coschechi wasn’t alone; he was accompanied by a group of frenzied Frost Giants.

Those Frost Giants troubled by the pursuit of ascension and those who rejected Annan and its holy offspring sometimes turn to worship Demon Lord Coschechi.

Endowed by Coschechi with extraordinary power and intense bloodlust, muscles ballooned unusually, arms elongated beyond the knees, and Frost Giants encircled by frost are known as Coschechi’s Wrath.

Leon didn’t act rashly; after observing the battle between Coschechi and Zarriel, he quickly flew towards the jumping “mudskipper.” He saw Yenogu’s demon pet Krukoktoik with its mouth wide open by the Nether River, where countless demons were jumping out from its mouth.

The Bloodthirsty Evil Beast Yenogu had the appearance of a hunchbacked hunter with a sly smile. Its body covered in thick fur, donned armor pieced together from shields and breastplates bound to it by heavy chains, adorned with flesh ripped from defeated foes. It wielded a three-headed flail complemented by sharp teeth and claws.

Yenogu’s subordinates were mostly demons exhibiting Gnoll traits, making it hard to imagine the Balor demon, surprisingly having a hyena’s face.

Yenogu faced the Hell War Car; it evidently disliked the Hell War Car made from Hell Iron instead of flesh and blood. Standing on the Hell War Battlefield, fully armed Pit Fiend… daring to confront Yenogu was undoubtedly one of the Dark Eight Demon Generals.

Aphnas had no real Duke, only a few of the most ruthless Pit Fiends, referred to as the Dark Eight Demon Generals, took on very similar roles, but they chose to avoid the title of Duke, preferring the position of General.

Yenogu and his demon army were exceptionally brutal; their numbers far exceeded the Devil legions. However, they were chaotic, and were held back by the orderly-armored Demon army beside the Nether River. After a meteor crash, they suddenly fell into infighting, leaving Leon unable to stop himself from covering his face.

Looking over to Bafomeyt, the Horned Demon King and Beast Lord appeared as a black-haired large Minotaur, standing about as tall as two stories, with six steel horns protruding from its head. The flames of Purgatory burned in its fiery red eyes. Instead of using the giant sword it carried, it faced opponents with its own sharp horned hooves.

Bafomeyt’s subordinates, apart from numerous Minotaurs, included far more Goristro than other Demon Lords, with Quasits chattering noisily below the hoof.

Leon circled round and couldn’t find Bell, then turned and flew to the Forging Factory, where he saw Bell in the bustling factory.

As soon as Bell saw Leon, he paused his work, handing over all the tasks of directing the transport of war equipment to his subordinates, saying, “How come you are here, dear Red Dragon?”

“The Blood War is escalating, Demon Lords have appeared, and yet you’re still here?” In dragon-man form, Leon could only look up to Bell, honestly admitting he was not used to it, “Zarriel can’t be that petty, wanting to suppress you even now. Is she not afraid the war front will collapse?”

“Wait,” Bell said, “She’ll only think of me if the first defense line collapses.”

Leon was ambiguous, saying, “I’ve already proven my capability; I’ve stirred up chaos in Aphnas for you, you’ll soon have the opportunity to shine, I came to collect what you promised.”

Bell stared at Leon and said, “Originally, as long as Yenogu and Bafomeyt met, they would fight each other, leaving Coschechi insignificant to fear. This crisis of demon invasion could be solved instantly, still lacking my chance to turn the tide… but I’m willing to trust you, dear Red Dragon.”

“Spare me. You’re acting so generous.” Leon’s eyes drooped. “I just need to prove my capability, and you should give me your blood, then I guarantee I’ll give you a chance to shine once in two hundred years. I don’t necessarily promise to dethrone Zarriel as the Avernus Lord.”

“Or does Bell intend to reincarnate as a Lesser Demon?” Leon laughed, “Of course, I believe with Bell’s skills, even reincarnating as a Lesser Demon, you’d quickly rise to a powerful Pit Fiend.”

Bell remained indifferent to Leon’s sarcasm.

“Fine, I’ll give you my blood now, dear Red Dragon, containing my purest power. I’m ready.” Bell waved his hand, a crystal appearing out of thin air, with dark red liquid boiling inside it. With every surge, twisted demon faces emerged, “You may use the entire Forging Factory.”

Leon accepted the crystal, casting his gaze over Bell’s body, wondering if just this bit of Pit Fiend blood would be enough, without draining it dry.

“But remember, dear Red Dragon,” Bell continued, “our contract is far from over, unless you wish to lose 500,000 gold coins… This blood for 500,000 gold coins is a profitable deal.”

“Even getting the blood of a Great Devil for 500,000 gold coins is quite a bargain,” Leon laughed heartily, noticing Bell’s eyes squinting, corners twitching.

“500,000 gold coins aren’t trivial; even I would feel the pinch.” Leon comforted Bell, “Rest assured, I won’t breach the contract.”

“Besides, I particularly detest owing things. Other than having no choice for a mortgage loan, I don’t use services like Huabei, Baitiao, not even credit cards,” Leon said. “If possible, I’ll expedite assisting you in completing a grand show, rather than waiting two hundred years.”

Leon flew away with an air of confidence, pondering how to obtain the Demon Lords’ blood.