"The devils under the Bayer force should be forced to sign a contract with certain citizens of the Empire, so that the contract recipients can gain the power of hell."

It was this clause in the "Alliance Treaty between the Empire and the Devil Bayer Forces" that allowed the devil to keenly detect the loophole.

This one seems to require Bayer to give up his hellish power in vain to give strength to the citizens of the empire, but in fact there is too much room for maneuver.

I don’t know if it was an oversight by mortals, but the “contract” written here does not have any special requirements or annotations, so the devils can do whatever they want.

According to the usual devil's contract, the price that the party who obtains the power of hell needs to pay is their soul.

The souls of the elite warriors of the Burning Embers Empire were a valuable asset to Bayer. However, dragons usually paid more attention to material and physical bodies than to souls, and few dragons cared about where the souls of their followers went.

The more imperial citizens who sign a contract with the devil, the more souls Bayer earns.

Thinking of this, the corners of Bayer's mouth slightly raised, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his fair and deceptive face.

After all, they are still country bumpkins from the main material plane. They don't understand the nature of the contract like the devil does. When Bayer took away the souls of the citizens of the empire, the empire that had already signed the contract could not turn against him.

But if he agreed too readily, it would make the other party suspicious, so Bayer read it carefully several times and spoke again.

Bayer pointed to the papers covered with words, took out a pair of glasses in a pretentious manner, and pushed the crossbar.

"Your Majesty, based on my thousands of years of work experience, some of the terms in the contract are still subject to negotiation. Please see these seventy-six, one hundred and twenty-one, and one hundred and thirty-four."

However, the red dragon did not respond, but just nodded to Trump, and the ogre quickly took out the communicator.

Suddenly, dozens of players in suits and carrying briefcases appeared in the palace in an orderly manner. They came with a fierce momentum and it was obvious that they had been prepared for this for a long time.

The player who was walking in front, with thinning hair and dark circles under his eyes, stepped forward, put on a polite smile, and stretched out his right hand to the big devil that ordinary people would avoid.

"Hello, Mr. Bayer, I am Yun Danfengqing, the specially appointed legal advisor of the Burning Empire. It is an honor to discuss this with you."

"This"

Even the devil who had lived for thousands of years and had seen a lot was stunned, and the expression on his face became a little stiff.

After rounds of discussions, the palace was still extremely noisy. The players took out various documents and materials and argued, and Cassius finally felt a little annoyed.

"enough."

Cassius said impatiently: “I said before you became the Lord of Avernus, the Empire was the leader of this cooperation, so let’s not have these meaningless arguments.

Mr. Bayer, you only have two choices, agree or refuse. Any attempt to distort or twist the contract is meaningless. "

Bayer sighed and pretended to be depressed and said, "Well, Your Majesty, since this is your request, I can only agree. After all, I am just a downtrodden person in hell now, and I am not qualified to negotiate with you."

"Then let's sign the contract."

Cassius looked down at the former lord of hell with a scrutinizing gaze and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master."

Trump waved his staff, and the hundreds of pages of the contract were neatly stacked together. The last page was placed on the top, with the signature of [Cassius Klauber Norikius] on it.

Bayer took the contract and pulled out a black feather pen that exuded the breath of hell from his gorgeous robe.

"So."

An exceptionally delicate "Bayer" appeared in the blank space of the contract, a purgatory word glowing with fire.

Suddenly, an essential, invisible force came from the underground Styx, connecting the two parties of the contract - Cassius and Bayer, binding their souls and forming an unshakable bond between them like the laws of nature.

This is the contract of hell. Any party who violates the contract will pay an extremely heavy price, which even the big devil cannot afford.

Bayer raised his head and looked into the red dragon's eyes with his deep, dark eyes, then bowed politely.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Your Majesty Cassius."

"Pleasant to work with."

Cassius nodded again and stared into the eyes of the big devil with his golden vertical pupils.

Under the gaze of the red dragon, Bayer pulled out a cloak of hellfire out of thin air. Along with the fierce flickering of the hexagram magic circle, sparks and ashes surrounded his body - was this just an incarnation of the great devil?

The devil Albert, who was trapped in the goat's head, couldn't help but shout, "Lord Bayer, you haven't taken me away yet!"

However, Bayer turned a deaf ear to him and ignored him, allowing him to gradually disappear into the main material plane.

Trump added calmly, “Albert, I’m afraid Lord Bayer won’t pay anything for you, and he’s even less willing to interfere with his cooperation with the master for this.

So, just be the head of the Chimera King. I hope you can make him smarter."

The Chimera roared softly and left the palace with its newly acquired "wisdom", while the devil trapped in the goat's head was dejected and in great pain.

Will I be controlled by this beast from now on?

Cassius ignored the little episode next to him, just lowered his head and quietly looked at the gradually dimming hexagram magic circle.

After all, he was once the Lord of Hell. Even if his status has fallen into disgrace now, he is still a bit difficult to deal with. Just the incarnation that appears in the main material plane has a legendary status.

If Cassius were in the opponent's home ground - Avernus, he might not be able to defeat this big devil, at least he would not be able to kill him.

However, looking at the magic circle that had completely lost its light, Cassius's mouth curled up, revealing a smile of success.

As the great devil, Bayer's understanding of contracts is far better than that of Cassius, and even better than that of a large number of lawyer players who have learned contract law in reality.

——But Bayer did not know about the special group of players who had just emerged in Erezegei.

Players have no souls.

To be more precise, the players do not have souls that can be recognized by the rules of the world of Erezega, so they are also called "soulless" by the devils in later generations.

To use a phrase from Earth, this group of players are "outside the three realms and not in the five elements."

After several years of research, the imperial scholars were surprised to find that the player's body was just a carrier to carry consciousness, and their consciousness was just a projection from another world. Even the contract of Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, could not bind the souls of these beings that were free from the rules.

Therefore, the clauses in the contract that seem to be loopholes are actually traps that Cassius specially prepared for the devil, with the purpose of getting something for nothing and gaining the power of hell for free.

The great devil Bayer, who had never understood the player community, fell into this trap. He would soon find that these magic contracts, apart from consuming his power, could not provide him with even a soul.

However, due to the constraints of the contract, Bayer has no way to forcibly get rid of these annoying "leeches" and can only let them absorb the power of hell.

By then, even if Bayer regained his position as Lord of Avernus, he would not be able to win the bloody battle on his own and resist the demons' attack on Hell.

By then, Cassius will be able to take the lead again, use his players to negotiate with Bayer, gain benefits, and even occupy a place in Avernus to compete with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen who is also trapped here.

"It doesn't sound too far away. Bayer, the future Lord of Avernus, get ready to enjoy our cooperation.

By the way, how many players should be sent to get the power of Hell for free? How about 50,000?"

Cassius rubbed his chin with his claws, the corners of his ferocious mouth continued to rise, and the smile on his face became more sinister.

Just like that, in the confrontation between the two sides, the red dragon and the big devil, each with their own ulterior motives, began their cooperation with Zariel, the current lord of Avernus, as their common enemy.

This "Alliance Treaty between the Empire and the Devil Bayer's Forces" became notorious in the records of the good camp in later generations and was called the "Evil Alliance."

Gedani Island is a demiplane that was opened up by spellcasters from the Burning Empire over several years. It is specifically used to imprison and exile powerful beings from other planes.

As the empire's technology was not mature, the environment here was extremely harsh, with reddish-brown scorched earth, flowing magma, and capricious scorching winds everywhere.

But for the devil, facing this harsh environment is as comfortable as returning home.

The only peaceful and tranquil place in this demiplane is the Gedani Island Office officially established by the Empire. Order is maintained because of the support of the Empire's domain.

Inside the spacious office, the arrested devils sat upright in their respective seats with nervous expressions. Some weak little devils were still trapped in narrow cages.

"This is a horrible place. They're catching devils!"

"Yeah, I thought I had successfully seduced that damn mortal, but he turned around and reported me?"

"When I get out, I'm going to make these mortals suffer!"

"Keep your voice down. Do you want to be whipped? The half-dragon jailers here are no joke."

Noisy and harsh sounds filled the air. The devils captured here were whispering and complaining to each other.

In this massive "demon-killing storm", more than 500 demons were arrested by the special operations team led by Medoras and detained on the island of Gedani.

"quiet!"

The ogre Rump stood in the center, holding the imperial scepter in his hand and tapping the ground lightly. His low voice echoed in the hall.

“Devils, now that you are in prison on Gedani Island, I just want to ask you – do you know what you did wrong?

If you can answer this question, I will grant you your freedom, in the name of the Chancellor of the Empire."

Suddenly, the devils imprisoned here were in an uproar, rushing to speak and answer, and even began to flatter the ogre.

"To tempt mortals to fall into evil?"

"Trying to defraud a mortal's soul?"

"Lord Ogre"

However, Trump shook his head, poked the ground with his scepter again, and said in a sharp voice: "Your biggest problem is that you have offended the supreme Majesty Cassius!
They have entered the territory of the Burning Empire without permission, disrupted social order, and engaged in these illegal transactions!"

Suddenly, a devil realized the omission in Trump's words and asked cautiously: "So, soul trafficking and hell contracts are allowed in the empire?"

The ogre's expression suddenly eased a little. He nodded meaningfully and replied:

"We are a country ruled by the great red dragon. There are dozens of races in the country. We are not one of those pedantic human countries.

As long as you pay enough taxes to the empire, obey all laws, and follow the unified arrangements of the empire, there is nothing that cannot be sold, even -"

Trump paused for a moment and continued, word by word: soul and life.

In fact, this is indeed the case with the current Burning Empire. To put it bluntly, the prosperity of the empire is built on the ruins of the people of Fadlan. The continuous wars destroyed their homes, but also brought endless wealth to the empire.

The steel behemoths in the city continued to puff out thick smoke, producing weapons day and night and selling them all over the world. Some arms dealers in the empire even deliberately provoked wars in the south to intensify disputes in order to make their products more popular.

The empire's light industrial products were no less impressive; cheap textiles and handicrafts were dumped southward like a tide, causing many small vendors and workshops to go bankrupt.

And beneath the glamorous surface, in the huge shadow of the dragon wings, there are tens of thousands of imperial workers who have become parts of this huge machine of the empire.

They live in cramped pigeon houses, eat tasteless organic sauce, endure harsh conditions, work up to 10 hours a day, and work day and night.
Trump once said in private to his confidants: "The empire can only continue to prosper by exploiting the whole world, including the people of the empire themselves."

In Trump's view, everything is fuel for the empire to realize its great blueprint.

Even the devil who is considered to be unforgivable by mortals is only a vicious dog that can be used in the eyes of Trump, the Prime Minister of the Empire.

Soon, the devils locked in cages stretched out their hands, showed flattering expressions, and began to show their loyalty to Trump.

After all, to these lawful evil devils, so-called face and dignity are just disposable things, and the order of the empire does not seem to do much harm to them.

"Lord Trump, we are willing to obey the management of the empire!"

“We even pay taxes”

"Yes, you are well-educated and should know that we devils have always been an elegant and law-abiding race. We accept the unified arrangement of the empire!"

"very good."

Trump looked around, nodded slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his ugly face.

In this way, even the demons of Hell were incorporated into the system of the Burning Empire and became part of this behemoth. (End of this chapter)