Ashen Dragon

And that little devil followed behind the Desire Demon, flapping its wings, and made a face at the Chain Demon and the devils watching the excitement, causing them to be furious, wishing they could swallow it alive.

Upon entering the city, there were hasty residents of Hell everywhere, most of whom were little devils, thorny demons, whisker demons, and other lower-leveled demons, but upper-level devils were not absent.

Thorny demons flapped their wings, patrolling in mid-air, while on the streets, armies composed of hedgehog demons and whisker demons were marching urgently to the portal, heading towards the blood battle battlefield.

Both sides of the street were filled with taverns, shops, pawn shops, and even brothels, somewhat similar to the cities of the material plane, except here, the best hard currency was only one kind—the souls of mortals.

And in this bustling, noisy city, the Desire Demon and her servants also didn't seem so conspicuous.

The little devil followed the Desire Demon into a dark alley, rubbing its hands, with a sycophantic expression saying, "Lord Desire Demon, my name is Dick, thank you for saving me from that rude guy."

"I heard—you are very familiar with this district?"

"Of course, I've been wandering in the outer city district for years, I've been everywhere, whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything, just hope you can help me still..."

But the Desire Demon didn't answer, instead received another iron cage from the golem's hand, revealing an extremely charming smile.

"Wait..."

"You, what do you want to do?"

The little devil immediately felt something was wrong, flapping its wings trying to escape, but the iron cage suddenly opened, and a powerful attraction appeared inside, sucking it in.

"Clang!"

The cage door closed, the little devil grabbed the bars, shaking them frantically, trying to get out, but the runes outside the iron cage lit up, the iron bars became searing hot, the little devil screamed in pain.

The Desire Demon crossed her arms, said coldly, "Don't put up a futile struggle, this is a specially made iron cage, designed to imprison devils.

Moreover, as long as I don't stop the array, you will be cooked to charcoal in less than ten minutes."

He quickly realized the situation, kneeling in the cage, slapping his own cheeks as he said, "My lord, my lord, I dare not run, it's my moment of madness, it's my own fault!"

The Desire Demon nodded in satisfaction, then paused the array, and reminded, "Be careful, these little devils are the most cunning, never let them escape."

The "golem" wiped the polished bald head, sighing, "This is the Bronze Fortress, indeed a high-risk mission; I felt many strong, unfamiliar auras."

And the "bloodsucking bat" also caged was flapping its wings, cursing angrily, "Let me out! You damn crossdresser, who the hell is your pet!"

The Desire Demon's expression changed suddenly, abandoning her elegant posture, face full of disdain, and scolded, "Do you think I want to maintain this form? If not for me, how would you have sneaked into the city?"

"Tsk tsk, I think you are using this opportunity to fulfill your perverse fetish."

"Scoundrel, have you forgotten the history of how you were almost spanked by the old vampire? At most, this is crossdressing for me, you are the real pervert!"

"You damn—"

The bloodsucking bat's face showed a human-like expression of rage.

And the golem walked forward expressionlessly, separating them: "Stop arguing, be careful of being discovered by those thorny demon patrols."

Another bloodsucking bat was staring dazedly into the air as if seeing something, reciting, "Look, so many tasks, destroy the portal leading to Augustus, steal the blueprints of the Hellfire Cannon, kill Zareel's confidant...

Wow, even infiltrating Zareel's palace? Twenty-five thousand gold coins reward, just thinking about it is exciting."

The little devil next to it was dumbfounded, staring blankly kneeling in the cage, body trembling all over.

Why are the stone golem and bloodsucking bat beginning to speak? Why does this "Lord Desire Demon" not act right?

The little devil pointed with a thin claw at the "Desire Demon," throat rolling, "You... you are outsiders?"

He recalled the military orders issued by Lord Zareel in the city; if anyone is discovered conspiring with outsiders, they will suffer the most brutal punishments, to be tortured in endless purgatory for two hundred years.

Thinking of this, the little devil's voice trembled, the wings behind became stiff.

The Desire Demon, or rather, Europe King lightly tapped the cage, grinning fiercely, "Dick, face reality, you are already on our pirate ship, hurry and hand over the intelligence?"

"Yes, sir."

The little devil's face turned ashen, only able to nod weakly, he had thought he met a benefactor, only to find himself jumping into another deep pit, nothing is more despairing in this world than that.

Europe King interrogated, "Where is the portal leading to Augustus?"

"Uh... seems like the fourth tier?"

"Where is the blueprint for the Hellfire Cannon?"

"It should be the third tier, where Lord Zareel's most trusted craftsmen are, deep prison refining demon and two hundred dragon demons are working day and night to make the cannon for her."

"Where is Zareel's trusted general Alex Reeves?"

"The last time I saw it on that hell brief, hmm... General Alex should reside in the second tier, he has a luxurious mansion built of obsidian there, with over a thousand prayer mergers, truly enviable."

Natural War Maniac glared furiously at the small thing in the cage, asked in a deep voice, "Aren't you the know-all? Why is the information you mentioned vague and unclear!"

Dick wanted to cry without tears, "Sir, you wronged me, I'm just a little devil kicked out from the Twelve Rings, how would I know the information about the important figures in the Inner Circle?"

Swashbuckler pondered for a moment, asked, "So, you know a lot about the Twelve Rings?"

Dick nodded like pounding garlic, "Perfectly."

"Then—how to enter the Inner Circle from the Outer City District? I see those passage entrances are heavily guarded."

"Yes... sir, recently Lord Zareel seems to be plotting something big, the Bronze Fortress is heavily guarded inside, every entrant must go through high-tier spells checks, even a purgatory bat can't fly in."

Dick glanced cautiously at Swashbuckler transformed into a bloodsucking bat, flustered, "Of course, sir, I'm not talking about you, it's those ordinary ones..."

Swashbuckler raised the right bat wing, "Alright, I'm asking you—is there a way to smuggle into the Inner Circle?"

The little devil was first puzzled, then suddenly his eyes brightened, slapping his claws abruptly, muttering, "It seems... indeed there is."

...

Twelve Rings, Heart Burning Gambling House.

Dim and eerie firelight interwove, the air was filled with the pungent scent of sulfur, mingled with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and unknown fuel, creating a suffocating unique atmosphere.

The gamblers here came in various forms, some were power-hungry dignitaries, others were mortals lost to greed, and many devils were also indulged in it.

Some wore extravagant clothing, others were ragged, but their eyes all shone with the desire for victory and fear of defeat.

"I, I've lost again!"

"Impossible!"

"Hahahaha! I won, your eyes, heart, and thighs are all mine this time!"

"Don't be happy too soon, I will win sooner or later! I will win, I will take everything back..."

"So what, pathetic pauper, you have no chips left!"

"No, no, no, I still have one last chip; I still have—my soul! I want to put it on the line!"

"Good! That's exhilarating!"

"Hahahaha! Gambling your entire fortune, that's the real fun game!"

The laughter, curses, cheers, and wails of the gamblers interweaved, heartfelt and lung-tearing, forming a poignant symphony of hell.

And in the depths of the casino, in a hidden room, a richly dressed devil lazily lay on a human skin chair, playing carefully with the vase in his hand in which mortal souls were imprisoned.

"Hehe, Dick, what are you going to use to repay your debt?"

The devil put down the vase in his hand, turned his head, and stared greedily at the little devil kneeling in front of him: "Or are you ready to offer your soul instead?"

Dick raised his head, a flattering smile appeared on that wrinkled face: "You'll know when you see it, the thing I'm going to offer you... will absolutely be unexpected."