Ashen Dragon

Upon hearing that familiar name, Zareel's complexion changed drastically, a mixture of anger and fear. Her whole body trembled, and for the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared on her face.

Zareel kept struggling, shaking her head, "No, no, I am the Duke of Avernus appointed by the Lord of Nine Prisons! You cannot kill me! Doing this is being against the entire Hell!!"

Cassius intensified the force in his claws, tightening them more and more, and said with a smile, "It's alright, soon it won't be. My dear ally will reclaim that Iron Throne and take your place."

...

Avernus.

Bronze Fortress Inner Circle.

Disguised as a Devil's Servant, the Swashbuckler focused intently on his panel.

Suddenly, he shouted excitedly, "It's here! That special mission, infiltrate Zareel's palace and summon the Great Devil Piere!"

"Alright, let's rush in!"

The Natural War Maniac laughed, drank the potion, roared, and transformed into a Half-dragon Giant over ten meters tall, forcibly breaking open the city gates.

With a "boom", the four-man squad directly broke into the inner circle of the Bronze Fortress!

"Catch those mortals!"

"There are the enemies!"

Holding steel forks, the devils flew in swarms, shouting loudly, but Avernus' main forces had all been deployed to the Material Plane, leaving the city's defenses remarkably empty.

Meanwhile, throughout the Bronze Fortress, hundreds of players received tasks, each using their own means, dropping disguises, and heading towards the inner circle.

"Boom—"

The Natural War Maniac, like a humanoid siege hammer, smashed open the palace gates with a punch.

The Swashbuckler, the Europe King, and others continuously cast spells, repelling the devil guards attacking from all directions.

The Wolf of the Dark Night placed bizarre sacrificial offerings like mermaid oil candles, soul coins, Hell Stone Egg, skulls, etc., on the ground, while the Europe King was responsible for drawing the Hexagram Array.

"Sinful souls shall ultimately fall into Hell—"

"He is the Master of Avernus, a nightmare to mortals, the flame that extinguishes hope—"

When the candles were lit, the four chanted in unison, calling out the devil's true name.

The wails and cries of sinful souls echoed within the palace like a grand opera, while the arrays on their arms and chests suddenly lit up.

"Hahaha, finally, after centuries of humiliation, I have returned—"

Hellfire blazed fiercely, countless tongues of flames raging out, forming a tall, burly figure.

The gigantic devil was covered with deep red scales, with a pair of huge bat-like wings stretching out from behind. Green venom continuously dripped from the mouth, creating puffs of smoke upon hitting the ground.

His waist was strapped with a belt made of twelve angelic heads that constantly screamed, and he held a burning Great Sword in his hand.

This was the exceedingly powerful Deep Prison Demon Refiner, the former Master of Avernus—Piere!

"Mortals!"

"This, this is..."

Upon seeing the powerful Deep Prison Demon Refiner, the devil guards who rushed into the palace were instantly dumbfounded.

"Foolish traitors..." Piere simply snapped his fingers, and those devils with status much lower than his were engulfed by the Hellfire, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Piere opened his mouth wide in a sinister smile, emitting white smoke of sulfur, the firelight surging in his lava sphere-like eyes, "Zareel... I can hardly wait to take your life!"

"Boom—"

In the next moment, the Great Devil destroyed numerous forbiddens, rampaging through this familiar palace, heading straight to Zareel's bedchamber.