Chapter 210: Aftermath, Pandemonium, Berith

"These are John and Mia; they are the ones who were harassed by that demon."

The two smiled awkwardly, Mia still cradling her child in her arms.

Ed took a look, and after finding nothing unusual, he walked aside with Perez to start a conversation.

Before long, the two began to argue intensely.

The reason they were quarreling was that while they had reached a consensus on reporting the matter to the Church, they had not done so regarding Louis, who had taken the demon away.

Instead, they had a disagreement.

Ed did not want to report the content of his interrogation, but Perez did not agree; Perez wanted to report everything that had happened during this incident.

He believed that no information regarding this event could be concealed, otherwise, it would mislead the Church and have a negative impact; furthermore, that person had taken the demon, and he must be found.

Ed could not convince the other party, and the two could only argue, each sticking to their own position.

The excessive volume successfully broke the Hidden Arts Louis had left behind, attracting the nearby police.

"Hey!"

"Stop! Stop right there!"

"We're warning you!"

Seeing the police drawing their guns instantly, everyone looked flustered and immediately made the correct response.

They raised their hands while speaking to explain.

They dared not make any move to pull out items or run; there was no help for it, as the situation here in America was special. The police were usually very tense, especially when facing such major cases; no one knew if the other party had a gun, which could trigger a chaotic shootout.

Ed helplessly raised his hands, looked at the still-angry Perez, and sighed.

"Luo Lin, it seems we have to contact the Church."

Luo Lin, who had been rubbing her eyes the whole time, nodded.

In the end, police cars arrived and took them all back to the station.

This incident was too big; although the internet was not yet very developed, the information had still leaked out, even though the Yaoguan Bureau, which possessed the most advanced technology in America, had handled it.

But the pressure on the local police station could be imagined.

The citizens did not care if this was a natural disaster; they only knew that they had been threatened, and the police they paid taxes to support had not protected them but had chosen to flee—even running faster than they did!

Therefore, Ed and his group, who had appeared at the scene of the disaster and whose movements seemed slightly suspicious, were clearly a perfect target to divert attention.

After the fire department arrived, water cannons were set up, foam was deployed, and a large amount of liquid began to pour into the crack.

Only.

Along with their action of pouring the liquid, a black shadow suddenly flashed through the water, drifting along with the liquid toward the sewer.

Just as Louis was pitting his wits against the enemy and imprisoning the avatar of Malphas.

On the other side of the world space.

In modern society, scientists have many conjectures and studies about space: dimensional worlds, parallel worlds, other worlds, different spaces...

They are simply countless.

Some of them are correct, while others are purely whimsical.

And Hell is very close to the dimensional worlds and other worlds they conjecture.

If the world were described as a pair of twins, then Hell and the present world would be such a combination; as for Heaven, Mount Olympus, and other "God Kingdoms," they are giant different spaces opened up based on the present world.

Relatively speaking, in Hell, which is no less than the present world, there are also "God Kingdoms" from various mythologies: the Underworld, Hell, the River Styx, and so on, countless in number.

However, unlike in the present world where God wiped out most pantheons, Hell is far more chaotic.

It is simply a case of "you sing and I take the stage," with the tides of fortune constantly shifting.

Today it is Hades the Underworld King who is powerful, tomorrow it is Hel, the day after it is Osiris...

There is no Hell King in the true sense.

Until God's most favored angel, the Son of the Morning Star, led one-third of the angels to fall from Heaven, this situation came to an end.

Satan—the Enemy of God.

Lucifer obtained the title of Satan and also led the demons transformed from one-third of the angels to conquer a large part of Hell; he also conquered the underworlds of other mythologies, and although he did not achieve complete success and could not accomplish God's great cause, it was still no small feat.

This made the title of Satan, which could be assumed by any creature that was an enemy of God, to a certain extent his exclusive title.

Hell.

Pandemonium, or in other words, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

On a pitch-black land burning with black flames, a massive palace covering an unknown number of thousands of miles was built. Every moment, various small demons, demon-kin, and others were carrying materials to build, expand, and renovate this palace complex.

And responsible for guarding these slaves was the legion under Mamen, one of the Demon Kings.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

A bull-headed monster, pitch-black all over, ferocious and terrifying!

This is the bull-headed demon-kin that, after the Minotaur of Greek mythology fell into demonhood, had multiplied in Hell for thousands of years and was completely transformed into demon-kin; they served as forced laborers in this palace.

Stone pillars were carried by them and transported into the palace.

Nearby, there were also small demons with short statures, just over a meter tall, carefully polishing crystals with sharp teeth and claws to serve as ceilings or floors; they are the most widespread creatures in Hell.

Although they bear the name of demon, they actually have nothing to do with true demons.

They possess intelligence, are cruel by nature, have strong reproductive capabilities, and often serve as both soldiers and rations for the demons of Hell along with evil spirits—yes, a dual role.

And the drudgery of building the palace naturally could not do without them; every moment, countless small demons were captured, brainwashed by magic, and thrown into the construction process.

Besides this, there were evil spirits lit in candles serving as light sources, giants acting as roof beams, half-demons with human appearances preparing food, legion demons driving various monsters to capture small demons or evil spirits outside...

This is a building that will never be finished.

In this Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

Only demons are worthy of owning a small palace; Great Demons naturally have larger palaces, but only demons reaching the Demon God level can cover an area, achieving the feat where one palace is one area.

Because under the Demon Gods are a large number of demons and Great Demons, which, when combined, form a massive palace complex.

And in this vast Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, at the southeast corner.

At the center of a palace complex.

A wide hall constructed of black crystal, with candles burning and releasing wisps of souls, while the evil spirits inside continued to scream, forming a symphony.

The wide throne, under the reflection of the firelight, cast a wide and long black shadow.

And in the black shadow.

The familiar four-horned demon Malphas was currently kneeling on the ground, trembling, prostrate, and terrified.

His expression was fearful, and he did not even dare to breathe too loudly.

And on the golden throne carved with all sorts of musical instruments sat a cat-headed person who appeared to have a yellow cat head, a muscular body, and slender but powerful limbs, with a cat tail swaying back and forth.

And beside the throne lay a gray-white sturdy horse covered in gray-white scales, with wisps of black energy emerging from the gaps in the scales and its mouth and nose.

The cat-headed person, who was one of the seventy-two Demon Gods, and even one of the top Demon Gods who could be crowned with the title of Demon King—the former angel Berith.

He held a flute in his hand but did not play it; instead, he looked coldly at Malphas on the ground, his tail behind him swaying slightly, emitting sounds of air explosions.

"Malphas, I remember, you were the first in our legion to successfully summon an avatar, right?"

Berith said.

His voice carried the sharpness of a feline creature.

Malphas gulped and swallowed his saliva, "Yes, Legion Commander."

"Then why are you telling me now that your avatar is gone?"

"Legion Commander, it really wasn't intentional; it was a coincidence. My avatar was dealt with by a strange priest," Malphas hurriedly explained.

He really hadn't expected it.

Not only did he lose his avatar, but his luck was also so bad.

He had just happened to be summoned by his direct superior, Berith, who wanted him to descend in his true form as soon as possible to complete a task.

But his avatar had just happened to be captured, and the difficulty of his true form descending had instantly increased significantly.

Well.

His direct superior was dissatisfied, and he didn't care if your luck was bad.

"Hehe, you say it was solved by people from the Church, and I won't say much, but you actually say something about a priest—Malphas, have I been too good to you usually? Do you want to come into my flute and listen to a concert?"

Berith said with a cold laugh.

The flute in his hand vibrated slightly, revealing the holes covered by his fingers; inside, there were countless tiny souls, and they were covering their ears and screaming! In pain! Wailing!

It was as if they were suffering some terrible punishment.

Yet they couldn't even commit suicide.

Berith loved listening to music the most, and he also loved holding... concerts. Yes, concerts—this thing from the present world was what he loved most.

Even when going on an expedition, he liked to have his subordinates blow different horns to accompany him.

But the things he played were not good things; for his subordinates, the flute in Berith's hand was the most terrifying punishment.

So...

Malphas simply knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy, and he stated his backup plan.

"Legion Commander! I, I still have believers in the present world, and I still have a sliver of power that was taken away; I will soon be summoned again and descend with an avatar."

"Whoosh!!"

A sharp flute sound rang out suddenly.

A wave of sound like water ripples sent Malphas flying directly, hitting the wall like a cannonball, and one-third of the black demonic energy on his body dissipated in an instant.

But no matter what, he was not captured into the flute, nor was he killed directly; this was the best result.

"I'll give you some time; do it as soon as possible. If you can't do it and cause us to fail to meet the requirements of Demon King Mamen, you won't need to live."

Berith elegantly licked his paws and said so.

Malphas, who had escaped with his life, had no room to refuse; he hurriedly agreed and was about to retreat.

But at this moment, a horn was thrown over.

It fell into his arms.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 211 =====