Chapter 410: Chapter 404 Complete

Leon left the Forging Factory and turned back to the Blood War Battlefield.

He had been to the Forging Factory, which took quite a lot of time. Even after such a long time, Coschechi and Zarriel were still locked in combat, their two frenzied powers clashing incessantly, back and forth, stirring up flames and frost.

At the level of Demon Lord and Great Devil, battles were no longer a simple fight to the death. Even if a sneak attack succeeded, it was difficult to deliver a fatal blow. Instead, it involved a long, brutal battle of attrition, slowly accumulating an advantage until the scales completely tipped.

Leon’s gaze kept moving between Coschechi and Zarriel, and to be honest, he was in a bit of a dilemma.

He needed the blood of the Demon Lord, but an attack on the Demon Lord would inevitably weaken the demons’ side.

For now, Zarriel could barely maintain the balance of the war line. Once the strength of the demons’ side weakened, Bell would have no chance to display his power… The contract stipulated a two-hundred-year term, so he wasn’t in a hurry, but the longer the night, the more the dreams.

Suddenly, Leon’s gaze locked onto a group of figures at the edge of the battlefield, those Yugros Demon mercenaries hired by Zarriel. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning… As long as Asmodis continued to support Zarriel, Bell would not challenge her directly, but there were still forces in Aphnas that did not support Zarriel.

Exactly, weaken Zarriel first, then there’s no fear of reducing the demons’ power after attacking the Demon Lord.

Leon had actually heard from a Succubus foot bath masseuse gossiping that Aphnas had someone named Cruel Akhan, who was a chosen one of Tiamat, always coveting the rule of Aphnas, tirelessly working to liberate his mistress—the Evil Dragon Queen Tiamat—from the prison of the Nine Prisons.

The Succubus foot bath masseuse was really good, he’d add more time the next time he saw her.

The Black Tower emerged on the horizon, the hundred-meter-tall body of the tower densely embedded with Skull Iron Thorns, its spire split into five, clawing at the sky, clearly related to Tiamat.

As soon as Leon landed in front of Akhan’s Black Tower, retracting his wings, the Black Iron Gate slowly opened with a screeching metallic grinding sound, and a Turtle Man Priest who worshipped Tiamat, with Dragon Language runes praying to Tiamat engraved on his shell, emerged leading four ghouls.

“Stop!” The Turtle Man Priest waved a heavy hammer, the skeletal head of it spewing toxic mist, “Who are you, leave here immediately, or die here.”

Leon looked down at himself and suddenly laughed. No wonder the Turtle Man Priest had such a bad attitude; he was currently in Succubus transformation. Tiamat’s priest had no reason to show a good face to a devil.

“What are you laughing at—” The Turtle Man Priest tightened his grip on the hammer, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped, his bulging eyes wide open, watching the “Succubus” before him suddenly twist and transform. The slender demonic limbs swelled and burst, revealing bright crimson scales that shone like gemstones.

In his half Dragon-man form, Leon flicked his tail, baring a mouthful of fangs: “I want to see Akhan.”

“You are…” The Turtle Man Priest squinted at Leon, full of hesitation.

A giant, aged White Dragon, who had been circling above the Black Tower, descended, its body covered with ash and soot, saying, “He’s a dragon, a Red Dragon.”

A Red Dragon, one of Tiamat’s most beloved children, and also a tyrant arrogant, the Turtle Man Priest’s expression shifted several times, saying, “I will now take you to see Akhan, my lord.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Leon bared his teeth, “Get Akhan out to see me.”

“Alright, I’ll go immediately.” The Turtle Man Priest, not daring to delay, stumbled into the Black Tower.

Leon waited for a few minutes and soon saw a Dragonborn Oathbreaker Holy Knight clad in Obsidian Flint Dragon Plate Armor, wielding a War Axe in his right hand, and a left hand replaced by one emanating an evil green light, obviously beyond his control and currently corroding his body, followed by a strong Minotaur bodyguard dual-wielding Gilded Curved Sabers.

“I am Akhan.” Akhan stared at Leon.

“You should know that the demons are invading Aphnas… This time, three Demon Lords have come, and Zarriel is struggling.” Leon paused. “This is the perfect opportunity to seize the territory; you can use the pretext of helping to resist the demons… there’s no need for me to say more.”

Leon wasn’t really good with intrigues and schemes, so he left it open-ended, letting Akhan play his part.

“Who are you, exactly?” Akhan pressed for more information.

“A Red Dragon willing to offer Gold Coins to our Majesty. I think you can trust me.” Leon took out a Gold Coin and flicked it, landing in Akhan’s palm, then spread his wings and flew away.

Leon was not worried about Tiamat discovering his presence in Aphnas now because he had already made up his mind, regardless of success or failure, to leave after this one act, able to depart at any time.

After all, Tiamat had no reason to target him, as he wasn’t opposing Tiamat, just disobeying her orders. There were plenty of such dragons. Besides, if they ever messed with him without reason, they’d be enemies. Presumably, Tiamat wouldn’t be so foolish.

In short, after deceiving Akhan, Leon returned to the Blood War Battlefield, transforming into a Balor, cautiously maintaining a safe distance from Baphomet, not daring to approach too closely, fearing that his 72 Transformations might be seen through.

“Please, my lord, hunt to your heart’s content, destroy, kill.” Leon mimicked the unique roar of the Balor, the molten lava patterns flickering on his chest, “Leave the commanding of the legion to me.”

The hoof of the Beast Lord crushed the skull of a Horned Demon, glanced at Leon—a Balor it did not recognize… Who cared where the Balor came from as long as it wasn’t a damned devil?

Leon soared into the sky. He was accustomed to fighting as a one-man army and had never truly led a legion, but he’d played plenty of Total War series games. In the games, he was a master tactician, with hundreds or thousands of hours spent not wasted.

In the end, demons always relied on the advantage of numbers to defeat devils, having no real command structure. Even terrible command was better than no command at all.

“You, take the left flank!”

“Enemy ahead—”

“Attack their flanks.”

Leon wielded a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, driving those demons. If they disobeyed, he would kill them, occasionally directly engaging in battle, breaking the devils’ lines before running away, never lingering. Unlike demons, such unorthodox tactics left the devil generals utterly confused as the devil army fell into a passive state.

Before long, a decoy army was left as cannon fodder for the demons, satisfying their bloodlust. The other devil legions gradually retracted their lines and retreated to the vicinity of the Steel Fortress.

The devils retreated.

Victory was achieved.

Baphomet looked at the retreating devil army and roared to the sky, immersed in the joy of victory, completely unaware of the towering giant red dragon standing up behind it. The giant red dragon extended three heads and six arms, wielding six huge swords.

So many demons weren’t killed for nothing; Leon was now adept at using six arms.

Leon attacked Baphomet, but trying to kill Baphomet wasn’t so simple. Although he was now stronger than Baphomet, even exceedingly so, this place wasn’t Baphomet’s Endless Maze. Snatching a portion of Baphomet’s blood wasn’t too difficult.

“Why?” Baphomet gasped heavily, clutching its chest, bewildered how a Balor could suddenly transform into a Red Dragon, then after helping it overturn the devil army, turn around to attack it, utterly baffling, “Whose side are you on?”

“I am a warrior of pure love, and I hate Minotaurs the most.” Leon hadn’t expected it to be so easy to get the blood of a Demon Lord, rejoicing like a child and not minding a bit of humor, “Blame it on you being a Minotaur then.”

“Damn thing.” Baphomet picked up Heart Splitter, its weapon, a massive cleaver.

Besides Yenogu, it had one more enemy.

Leon wasn’t interested in killing Baphomet. Even if Baphomet were slain here, it could resurrect in the Bottomless Abyss, unless he had a vested interest in entering the Bottomless Abyss and snuffing its essence there. Moreover, he still needed Baphomet to assault those devil troops.

Most Demon Lords would create a talisman to store a portion of their life essence as a safeguard, allowing them to resurrect at any time and place, even if slain in the Abyss. That talisman was usually protected by a Wolf Snake Demon, a creature more terrifying than a Balor, which only a Demon Lord could transform.

With the blood of a Secondary Demon Lord, a Demon Lord, and a former Avernus Lord, combined with his own blood, the needed materials were finally all gathered. Leon returned to the Forging Factory… His Zhen Dan Kingdom didn’t have such a large Forge; it would’ve been best to complete everything in Avernus.

This time, Leon didn’t use the 72 Transformations to disguise himself.

“You’re that one… that Red Dragon?”

“Cliff Sword.”

“Wind Disaster. Wind of Annihilation.”

“What other tricks do you have? I can’t see through you.” Bell realized Leon’s identity upon seeing the giant red dragon. Leon was now gaining a little fame in the Multiverse.

“I hope we can become friends.” Leon said, “You have everything I asked you to prepare, right?”

“I didn’t expect you to know forging?” Bell had already learned to control his expressions.

Leon walked towards the depths of the Forging Factory, saying as he went, “I know more than you think.”