"Zariel? The forces of Hell have gotten involved so early. It seems that the butterfly effect I have caused is quite significant."

In the rock palace on top of Dragon Blood Mountain, Cassius held the parchment contract handed over by the players and exhaled a breath of hot sulfur-smelling air.

In his previous life, Cassius had heard of the name of Zariel, the fallen Seraph, the general of the eternal bloody battle, and the devil duke who ruled the first level of the Nine Hells.

Hundreds of years ago, it was she who dragged a city into hell. Although the city was finally liberated, the horrific experience also caused far-reaching consequences, causing the Tieflings to exist to this day.

Trump half-knelt beside Cassius and used his staff to project the magical images collected by the players. For some reason, the image of Charlotte seducing Earl Donald also appeared among them.

Maybe some players think this is also the so-called "important information".

The ogre continued to report: "Master, according to the intelligence we have collected, the demons have begun to be active in the Prime Material Plane after the death of Aragorn I. Now their traces have spread all over Feansor, especially in the Thracian Kingdom.

Although the Thracian Kingdom was trying hard to cover it up, they left too many traces. The Chamber of Commerce affiliated to the Claubeu Military-Industrial Group, the hundreds of thousands of Starfallers within the Thracian Kingdom and under the control of the Empire, all discovered countless clues.

We have sufficient reasons to suspect that Hell has stood behind the Thracian Kingdom and has become the new backer of this group of humans."

Cassius opened his mouth, revealing an interested smile, with surging flames emerging from the corners of his mouth.

“Haha, it’s really strange that the existence that was once high and mighty and claimed to be the descendant of God actually colluded with the synonym of cunning, dirty and evil - the devil, and even regarded them as a backer. ”

But this is not surprising, humans are such a species that seeks to curry favor with the powerful, and only such humans can be fully utilized by the empire."

Trump bowed his head and echoed respectfully: "Master, that's a good idea."

The ogre hesitated for a moment, then raised his staff again. Images appeared in front of Cassius. They were cunning demons disguised as humans.

"In addition, Master, we have also found some traces of demons in the empire. We are paying close attention to this, but we have not yet closed the net. We would like to ask for your opinion first.

Your Majesty, should we launch a hostile policy similar to our previous one towards the Abyss, and carry out large-scale propaganda to portray Hell as the sworn enemy of the Empire?

At the same time, we will use the internal forces of the empire to catch these demons in one fell swoop and completely wipe them out." Trump's tone was fierce.

The devil that seemed evil and terrifying to mortals, like a nightmare, was nothing more than a parasite that had entered the empire in the eyes of the empire's ogre prime minister.

Cassius thought for a moment, then shook his head and said softly, "No need. Compared to those lunatics in the abyss, these demons are still useful. Maybe we can cooperate with them.

If the abyss demons are like crazy robbers who only plunder and destroy everything, then the devils are more like "the red dragon suddenly sneered, and the tone became a little strange: "those greedy factory owners and entrepreneurs in the empire."

"They are like vicious dogs. As long as you hold the red-hot chains tightly in your hands, you can still use them to bite your prey."

Trump still looked a little doubtful: "But, Master, this may disrupt the order of the empire, and those demons are secretly supporting the Thracian Kingdom, which will be disadvantageous to our southern expedition."

Cassius said calmly, "Who said we were going to cooperate with them in the Empire? Rump, call Medoras and the lich Orestes over."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Trump did not ask any more questions, but responded in a deep voice, then raised his scepter and obediently carried out Cassius's orders.

The Burning Emperor always acts in this arbitrary way, often issuing orders as if he knew the future, but he never makes a wrong decision - just like he is invincible on the battlefield.

Soon, a portal was opened with the permission of Cassius, and with the smell of sulfur and gunpowder, the tiefling leader Medorash walked out steadily from it.

"Good day, your majesty."

Medoras was dressed in the formal attire of an imperial noble, half-kneeling in front of Cassius, the duke's medal on his chest shining brightly.

Immediately afterwards, a dark green fog emitting the breath of death emerged from nowhere, and the lich Orestes also appeared on the top of Dragon Blood Mountain. When he saw Cassius's even larger body, he stood there in a daze for a moment.

A fifty-meter-long dragon.

This would be enough to cause a huge shock to any spellcaster with sufficient knowledge, and Orestes was no exception.

With a heart full of respect for strength, Orestes walked forward tremblingly, bent down deeply, and uttered a low, hoarse voice.

"Master, your loyal servant comes here in compliance with your command and offers you my most sincere greetings."

The lich that was once feared by everyone now exudes a sense of listlessness, probably being tortured by the endless stream of players.

After all, on the forums, this lich has become a check-in point for players, and many players risk their lives to come into contact with him.

Cassius nodded slightly, looked at the tiefling first, and said with a smile: "Medrolash, your relatives have appeared in the Prime Material Plane, what do you think?"

Medoraash frowned and quickly responded, "Your Majesty, the Tieflings have no second thoughts. We will always be loyal to the Burning Empire, which brings security, stability and order.

As for those demons? With all due respect, Your Majesty, they have left us with only hundreds of years of blood debt and sins that are difficult to wash away. As long as you give the order, we can treat them as enemies without hesitation. "

Medoraash's voice was sonorous and powerful, extremely firm, and revealed an undisguised murderous intent.

All he cared about was his own people and the future development of the empire. He even hated the demons who had caused him to become homeless and his family to be destroyed.

"very good."

Cassius nodded and stopped joking. He simply ordered in a calm tone: "Mobilize your Imperial Guards to control all the demons in the empire."

Medorash was a little surprised: "Your Majesty, don't we have to kill them?"

The lich Orest beside him sneered softly, and the soul fire in his eyes trembled slightly: "My Lord Duke, as a descendant of the devil, you don't know the basics of hell?

Outside of Hell, demons are never killed, but are stripped of all their possessions—usually their souls, but for these stingy fellows this may be more painful than death." Medoraash simply bowed to the red dragon: "Your Majesty, I will use the power you have given me to control these demons one by one."

"Very good. I look forward to seeing your results, Medorash. Since they are from Baator, imprison your relatives, these uninvited guests, in Baator."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Cassius turned his head and looked at Orestes with his pale golden vertical pupils.

Although the lich looked quite tired, the soul fire in his body had grown a lot stronger and had recovered to 60% to 70% of its original strength.

Orestes often secretly rejoiced at the restoration of his strength.

However, the lich did not know that 90% of the strange energy he gained from transforming the undead fell into the pocket of the red dragon. And Cassius was considering increasing the share to 95% to better control the lich and squeeze experience.

The red dragon narrowed his eyes and said to the lich: "Orest, I was right. You know the Nine Hells very well."

Orestes was overjoyed, and the will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes became even brighter. "Master, when I was still a mortal wizard, I searched everywhere for a way to achieve immortality, and I also had some understanding of the devil's contract in hell, but..."

The lich paused, and the dancing flames clearly showed the emotion of "disgust". "Those devils are complete bastards and shameless liars. Their contracts are full of traps. Three hundred years ago, I was deceived by a great devil and almost sacrificed my soul."

Cassius was not interested in hearing about the past of Oreste, he just took out the scroll and placed it in front of the lich. "Oreste, take a look at this contract."

Orest carefully read the contract, his expression suddenly changed, and he muttered to himself: "Zariel? That crazy woman is spying on the main material plane again.
Master, that is the devil duke of Avernus, the first layer of the Nine Hells. He is a seraph who fell from heaven ten thousand years ago. He is extremely powerful and a war maniac. "

Cassius continued, "This was found by the Empire's spies from the south. According to our estimation, Hell is likely to become the backer behind the Thracian Kingdom and disrupt the Empire's conquest plan."

The red dragon looked down at the lich and said softly, "Orest, tell me what you think."

Orest opened his mouth, which was only a mouth of bones, and showed a terrifying smile - but the lich, who was almost flesh and blood, seemed to be able to show only such a smile. "Master, you must know that although it is a lawful force, Hell is by no means a monolithic entity."

The lich stretched out his withered, skinny arm and tapped with his bony fingers. An image of an army of devils killing each other in hell appeared before him.

Listening to the devils' uniform battle cries, Orestes continued, "Devils are born with unparalleled ambitions. Conspiracy, trickery, and fighting are their instincts. The lords of Hell are even more engaged in an eternal struggle within themselves for supreme hegemony.

There are countless demons in hell who hate Zariel, a madman obsessed with bloody battles and who doesn't care about anything else. "

Cassius nodded thoughtfully: "You mean - we can find an ally inside Hell to pin down Zariel?"

The lich lowered his head, bowed slightly, and said in an extremely flattering tone: "Master, I am impressed by your wisdom."

"Recommend me a suitable candidate and I will negotiate with him personally."

After hearing what Cassius said, the lich seemed to remember something and was speechless for a moment. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

Because the first "suitable ally" that came to his mind was the great devil who had almost enslaved his soul.

Cassius stared at him, somewhat puzzled.

"what happened?"

Orestes quickly replied: "Of course, my dear master, please look here——"

The lich raised the bone scepter in his hand, and the undead mist surged in the air, creating lifelike magical images again.

Cassius cast his gaze over there, and saw a huge devil appear in the magic image:
The devil's body was covered with crimson scales, and a pair of ferocious bat-like wings stretched out from its back. Green venom kept dripping from its mouth, falling to the ground and stirring up clouds of smoke.

The most eye-catching part is his waist, on which is a belt with 12 angel heads that keep screaming.

There was no doubt that these heads were cut off by the flaming sword held tightly in the clawed hand, while the crimson face was grinning wildly.

This is simply the most standard image of the "big devil" in the minds of mortals.

Orest introduced: "This is Bayer, the former Lord of Avernus, a cruel warlord. Hundreds of years ago, he betrayed Zariel and took the opportunity to be promoted to the Demon Lord."

But unfortunately, his performance on the bloody battlefield was far inferior to that madman Zariel, and he was demoted by the Lord of the Nine Hells, allowing Zariel to take the throne again.

To keep Bile busy and out of her sight, Zariel tasked him with forging weapons, armor, and fearsome killing machines."

The lich shrugged nonchalantly. "But that's not important. What's more important is that he now hates Zariel almost madly. And this is also our opportunity."

Cassius stared at the image of the great devil and commented with interest: "Bailma sounds good."

Orestes thought of his past experiences and whispered, "Although I have always known your wisdom, my master, these demons are extremely cunning, so you must be careful."

"Haha, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are useless.
He is just a fallen lord of hell. Even if we really sign a contract, the leading power of this cooperation is in my hands."

Cassius' tone was full of confidence, and now his assessment of himself was clear - if the gods did not take action, there would be few beings in this material plane that could stop him.

His only problem is that his foundation and methods are slightly lacking, and he is not good enough to compete with those old guys who have lived for thousands of years.

Although making friends with the devil has certain risks, it can also make up for one's shortcomings to a certain extent.

The red dragon slowly stood up, raised its head, looked into the distance, and then spread its broad wings. "Since Thrace has asked for help from Hell, we will use the power of the devil to fight the devil.

By the way, we can also cooperate with the rulers of hell."

Seeing Cassius stand up, the three relatives said in unison: "Your Majesty (Master) is wise!" (End of this chapter)