Ashen Dragon

"Is this what you said—a treasure worth as much as the souls of twenty mortals?"

In the dark alley, the devil stared at the ancient clay pot not far away, frowning slightly, and looked at the little devil with a sullen expression.

Dick grinned, "Lord Yulier, how dare I deceive you? You are the master of the Modin Casino, who in the entire Twelve Rings of the Bronze Fortress dares to disrespect you..."

Yulier glanced at him coldly and signaled with his eyes. Instantly, the sound of bone joints creaking sent shivers down his spine, and two gigantic, menacing shadows enveloped the little devil.

Those monsters looked like skinned humanoids with their dried outer skin tightly covering their skeletons. They had terrifying skull-like heads and scorpion tails, with corrupt and foul air swirling around them.

The long tail was made of segments of bones, and the tip was a large, sharp barb resembling a scythe and hook, gleaming with a cold light.

Dick collapsed on the ground in fright, scrambling around, his soul seemingly lost, "This, this is... the legendary Bone Demon Scythe Soldier!

It is said that the Modin Casino keeps eighteen Bone Demon Scythe Soldiers that pierce the hearts of devils who fail to pay their debts and extract their souls!"

The Bone Demon, also known as the Orsay Demon, is one of the most powerful lower-level devils driven by hatred, greed, and jealousy, serving as the cruel overseers of the Nine Prisons, and the Scythe Soldiers are the elite among them.

In this outermost Twelve Rings of the Bronze Fortress, the presence of the Bone Demon Scythe Soldiers is enough to make a bankrupt gambler tremble in fear.

"Creak, creak..."

The gigantic poisonous tail swayed before the little devil, as if it could strike down at any moment.

Yulier stepped forward, bowing slightly, with a seemingly kind smile, "Dick, those who deceive me always end up dying miserably, like your friend Claude—that ridiculous Whisker Demon has already been turned into a bone-made art piece."

The little devil knelt on the ground, trembling all over, with a fearful tone, "Master, master, I truly didn't deceive you, that is indeed an invaluable treasure!"

As if to validate the little devil's words, the surface of the clay pot suddenly lit up, revealing complex and eerie patterns.

And from the mouth of the pot, smoke billowed out, forming vague human faces in the air, their expressions terrified, mouths agape, "Save me! Save me—"

Anger and despair came rushing like a tide, as though to drown everything around.

"Such a rich power of the soul!" Yulier's face lit up with delight, turning his head towards the clay pot, a terribly greedy gleam in his pitch-black pupils.

In his perception, the pot turned out to be storing the souls of over a thousand mortals! Far exceeding the twenty the little devil mentioned.

"Just a little devil, what a foolish creature with no sense of value!" Yulier's heart surged with joy.

If these mortal souls were offered to the rulers of the Twelve Rings of the Bronze Fortress, could he not directly ascend to become an upper-level devil, no longer needing to deal with those filthy gamblers?

Dick was also full of greed, but he still whispered, "Lord Yulier, now you see why I couldn't take this pot with me... For a weak little devil like me, carrying such a pot in public would attract countless covetous eyes."

"Very well, hahaha, you've done very well."

Yulier could no longer pay any attention to the little devil. He just stared blankly at the clay pot, eyes shining, and rushed towards it with quick steps.

Under the thick soul aura, even the two Bone Demons were staring intently at the clay pot, saliva thick and fetid streaming from the corners of their mouths, while their stout long tails gently swayed.

"Creak, creak..."

Silence enveloped the deep alley, with the surrounding air thickening, almost solidifying.

Despite the strict hierarchy of Hell's society, every devil harbors ambition for promotion, always looking for a chance to supplant their superior devil.

And in front of them lay the souls of thousands of mortals, a chance to rise to become an upper-level devil!

Moreover, Yulier, like them, was also a lower-level devil, with no difference in rank, only a contractual and managerial relationship, making betrayal all the more effortless for them.

Perceiving the thoughts of the Bone Demons, Yulier's eyes glinted with fierce light, his face darkening, "Hmph, insolent curs, did you truly think I had no means to suppress you?

I am your master, and the Controller of the Modin Casino!"

"Swoosh—"

With a flick of his robe, Yulier pulled out two discolored skulls, chanting a hoarse and malicious spell in a low voice.

"Ah!!"

In an instant, the faces of the skulls twisted in extreme agony, their mouths wide open, producing an excruciatingly piercing scream.

The two Bone Demons clutched their heads with their claws, faces contorted, letting out cries of exquisite torment.

Yulier's five fingers slowly crushed the two skulls in his hand, allowing fine cracks to appear on them.

A sulfur-tainted grin curled on his lips, "I had intended for you to be my eternal loyal hounds, to follow me into the Inner Circle... Alas, you Bone Demons—"

Yulier's heel suddenly ground the skull on the ground to dust, a cold smile appearing on his face, "Simply foolish beyond measure! Even with greed and envy in your hearts, assess your own capabilities!"

The skull was crushed completely, and the massive, fearsome bodies of the Bone Demons crumbled instantly, turning into piles of white powder.

Seeing such a scene,

Yulier quickly stepped forward, cautiously lifting the clay pot, inhaling the scent of fear and despair, his expression filled with bliss, "Excellent, excellent! Such rich souls..."