As it turns out, Charlene was right. Victor ended up in hell.
It's a scary place, but not for the reasons Victor expected.
Hell is a burning cave of sulfur, just as religions on Earth predicted; but they have moved away from burning souls in favor of newer, more creative methods of punishment. Off to the side, Victor notices row after row of imprisoned people tied to chairs, facing a large mirror, and forced to watch some kind of horrific medieval reality show. On the other side, other cursed souls were whipped by imps while shaping small handheld mirrors, reminding adventurers of mobile phone screens.
If Victor wasn't surrounded by insect-like demons, all he wanted to do most was save these poor souls from eternal torment. There were thirty of what looked like Malfoy's skinny, moth-like relatives, pointing sharp, poisonous spears at him.
However, there was one figure who was different from the others, looking at Victor with a pair of blue eyes without pupils. She is a woman-insect hybrid with gray skin, two giant golden moth wings, and a skull pattern on her back. A tight black dress covered her whole body, except for the sharp claws exposed at the ends of her fingers, and a circle of white fur like a mink coat around her neck. She's beautiful and graceful and creepy in a creepy ice queen kind of way. Only two horn-like tentacles grow on her long silver hair, revealing her demonic nature.
However, Victor thought her face looked a little too much like Brandon Moore.
"New sacrifice." To Victor's surprise, the female demon spoke in a very soft voice. "You're not a virgin."
"I have not been mistaken for a wizard, either," the adventurer replied, clutching his scythe in one hand and searching under his cloak for the Agartha Warp Stone with the other. He didn't know if it could teleport him out of Hell, but he saw no other escape route.
The bug demons raised their blades to his chin and hands, stopping him halfway.
However, the witch leader raised her eyebrows at him, more confused than anything else. "Can you understand going to hell?"
Shouldn't he do this? Thank the Twelve Gods for giving him this Pe
k, maybe he can talk his way out of it like he did with the moon beast. Victor immediately used "Monster Insight" on the leader of the demons, desperate to get some information.
Isabel Mau
e
The great evil of vanity and mindless entertainment (demon/insect)
Strong Resistance: Light, Darkness, Drain, Mind Control Effect, Instant Death, All Negative Status Effects, Frost, Lightning, Evil, Fire, Acid, Barrier.
Weak enemies: Holy, Wind, Demon Slayer, Insect Killer.
She is the Mistress of Blade and one of Hell's corporate overlords. This diabolical mind invented procrastination, gladiatorial combat, and Overmond's reality show. Owned numerous businesses dedicated to enslaving souls through the power of the screen, such as Hell Cable and Hell Tube, but privately regretted sacrificing her golden years for the cause.
oh oh. "You smell like a dragon. Do I see a soul in your scythe?" the witch asked, staring at Victor's scythe. "Fu
ibo
?is it you?"
"Kill him, Your Highness!" Frippon shouted from the scythe, and Victor tried to keep a poker face. "These are the enemies of King Muir!"
"What did he want to say?" asked the witch. "I could see his teeth moving over the edge of the scythe, but I couldn't hear a word."
"He was complaining that his old master had him executed for not opening the gate to hell." Victor lied through gritted teeth.
"Ah, so that's it. I was wondering why the portal was fortified without warning. I have an army of thirty thousand demons waiting behind it."
"Are you...?" Victor's voice trailed off, even though he already knew, and Fuliben kept screaming without anyone hearing him.
"The Great Demon Isabel Moore, Daughter of Blades, Chief Demonic Executive of Moore's Hell Corporation."
"Brandon's mother?"
"Oh, you know my B
a
iño?" There was a bit of worry on her delicate face. "How is he? "Did he conquer Gadmani? The door should have opened from his side, but it never opened. I was too worried."
"Wait, he didn't tell you?" Victor was sweating in his heart, feeling grateful for Moore's carelessness.
"He never came to see me and only called when he needed to. 'Mom, Brandon wants a new magic horse,' or 'Mom, Brandon needs more hell!'" I know I gave birth to him in the first place to expand on the plane, but a little affection never hurts. I am not a heartless child of hell. "
"Being a parent is a thankless job," Victor replied, half trying to be nice and half trying to talk himself out of an early grave. "Where's his dad?" Maybe you can ask him for support. "
"Oh, I sucked the life out of Brandon when we were pregnant with him," she said, sending shivers down the adventurer's spine. "He wanted a child to continue his inbred, sterile lineage, and I wanted an agent to go to Overmond. Win-win. Unfortunately, the elf was fragile and didn't have much health, so he died halfway through. A shame.B
a
iño inherited his beauty. Do you have children, sir..."
"Victor," Victor blurted out, but thankfully the name made no impression on the woman. Brandon Moore really doesn't call his mother that often. "A werewolf chick asked me to breed, but I had to say no. She went crazy."
"Werewolf," Isabel Moore scoffed with elitist disgust. "You did well, they have fleas. Victor, are you my son's new executioner? Mr. Victor, how did you get to hell?"
"Actually, I'm a chief of staff. That woman named Melodiuse sent me here to cast a spell." That's technically true, so far, he's still alive. If Victor survives, he promises himself to attend a charm-oriented course.
"I told B
a
iño he shouldn't have listened to that woman," the devil said with a frown, as if Victor confirmed his previous opinion. "Nothing good will come of dealing with fairies," I told him. We are friends for business. , they are friends for fun.”
Victor guesses who this Melodyus is and decides to avoid her at all costs. He was grateful that she sent him there instead of killing him on the spot.
"I will right this wrong," Isabelle said, and the bugs lowered their weapons.
"I thank you very much, ma'am. But my master is waiting for me, so I won't be gone for long."
"My ungrateful son will be waiting," she replied in a tone that brooked no disobedience. Thank me and let me drink a cup of coffee brewed by the little devil. I want you to tell me B
a
iño did something. Then you will be killed. "
"It would be my pleasure..." The last few words suddenly appeared. "What?"
"Then you were killed," she repeated flatly. "I will correct Melodiuse's mistakes, and I will make you die this time."
"But...but..."
"I understand what the Lich is saying, Victor Dalton. I'm playing dumb, partly because I want to know if you're trustworthy, but partly because I like to play with my dinner." She smirked at him. It has sharp teeth behind its lips. "If you tell me B
a
iño everything i can make it painless. Now that you've ruined a century of hard work, you'd better be entertained. "
"Oh, I will definitely enjoy watching it," Fu
ibo
said happily.
Victor's hand tried to grab the Agartha warp stone, but two bug troopers grabbed his arms and subdued him like a SWAT team. "Take him to the tea room and prepare the spices for seasoning," Isabel asked.
"Pause!" a new voice appeared. "This is a violation of our rights."
Malfy? Victor recognized the voice as the demonic manager walked into his field of vision, followed by two similar, thinner bugs in suits and ties.
"I
fe
co
p?" Isabel Moore made no secret of her surprise as her soldiers pointed their weapons at the newcomers. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Protect our clients." The bugger in a suit handed a huge file to the surprised Isabel. "In accordance with our procedures, Victor Dalton is protected by our Faust Partner Protection Scheme. He is International Group's bona fide partner in Outmund and is therefore protected by our non-compete clause ."
"Give it to me." Isabel grabbed the document and read it, her brows tightening. "Mu
mu
i
?But it’s part of my market!”
"It was, it's ours now," Malfoy replied, then turned to Victor. "Mr. Victor, I really didn't expect to see you here. You came here much earlier than I thought."
"Hi, Malfoy," Victor replied, still in pain as the demon soldiers restrained him. "What's wrong?"
"Now the vice president of Mortal Market Development Company. Shareholders like Mu very much
mu
i
's new project, they promoted me after chocolatizing my ex. But you can still call me Ma Fei, Mr. Victor. "
"Any act of violence against our clients will be considered an act of corporate war and we will have to send in the imp ninjas," Bugs in a suit, clearly some kind of lawyer, told a livid Isabelle Mau
e) say. "For the sake of our joint investment, we ask that you drop all pursuit of Mr. Dalton."
"Of course, now that you understand the benefits of having lowly friends, I hope you'll approve our construction project in return."
"Which project?"
"The one you'll see on your desk tomorrow morning."
Congratulations! Perform Houdini magic on Isabel Moore and get a crash course in corporate impunity, and you've earned your [Get Out of Hell Card] personal perk!
[Leave Hell Card]: As long as you maintain your support for the forces of Hell, demonic types truly affiliated with Hell cannot use direct violence against you, although they may still plot or use proxies. If you use violence against demons affiliated with Hell, you will lose this Pe
k.
"Is this common?" Victor asked curiously, and the insects reluctantly let him go.
"Yes," Malfoy told Victor. “Ever since you mere mortals invented capitalism, we’ve made sure the rich get away with it.”
Winkle kicks off the fight with his secret weapon.
stamp!
Fankle raised his index finger angrily and tried to poke the elf in the face. Brandon Moore, moving with incredible speed for a man of his frailty, leapt over the opponent's hand and blocked the blow with his arm.
Before Fankle could react, Brandon Moore lunged at his arm, jumped up, and stabbed him in the neck with his sword. "[Estocade]!" he shouted, his sword grazing Winkle's neck, unable to penetrate the scales.
I
sta-death was [D
ago
scale]! With a roar Winkle threw the herbivore off him and raised his hands to crush it. Morey fell to the ground, the demon dodging the dragon's attempts to squash him like a bug. "You can't even land a punch on Maul's perfect skin, Waikr! Death or Glory!)"
Brandon Moore's agility, skill, and strength increased, but his vitality dropped drastically!
The elves began to move faster than flies or even the evil Nemesis Star. He danced around Winkle's limbs and nailed his sword to the dragon's ankles. The dragon felt an itch on his leg, becoming more and more irritated with every second the herbivore was alive.
"Come back!" Fankel tried to hit the elf who jumped on the crystal holding the princess. The dragon took careful aim and grunted, preparing to fire a beam of fire at the elf without harming his new treasure.
"[Fae
A bull red cloth! Brandon Moore draped his strange red robe in front of Fankle. The dragon's eyes stared at the red cloth, finding it strangely fascinating. He didn't know why, but the fire died in his throat.
Intelligence check failed!
Your strength increases, but you can only use physical attacks against Brandon Moore!
What's the matter? Winkle hummed again, but all he could manage was hot breath coming out of his mouth. The elf cast a spell on him! "(Spell Cleansing!)"
"This is no magic, Fankle!" Maul raised his sword and red cloth and paused gracefully. "It's all Brandon Moore's doing!" the crowd cheered his words, chanting his name just as the kobolds usually cheered for Wacker.
Fan love has given Brandon Moore power! His sword now causes [D
ago
slaye
)s damage!
"[Ai
blade! The wind swirled around Moore's sword. He quickly jumped down from the crystal and hit Winkel between the eyebrows.
This time, the sword didn't tickle his scales.
This time, it felt worse.
Fankle let out a frustrated growl and plucked the elf from its head with his hands. The damn insect somersaulted before being torn apart by the dragon's claws. Brandon Maul sliced through the air as he fell, unleashing razor-sharp blades of wind amid the catastrophe. Every blow to the scales made his body itch more and more.
Fankel tried to blast the upstart with fire, but failed. He couldn't take his eyes off the cursed cloth either. It pissed him off so much that all he could think about was charging at it like a bull.
And so he did, first his horns and his crown, roaring as he did so. They smashed the walls of the arena and pushed them down beside the stands, sending spectators fleeing for higher ground. However, his menacing attack didn't even hit Brandon Moore, who ran underneath Winkle and slashed him in the tender stomach.
As if the horrible itching wasn't humiliating enough, the elf kept taunting him. "You are a bull, Venquer! All strength, no skill! You are not an emperor, but a beast that should stay in a cave!"
Ah, this creature is as frustrating as the Nemesis! But like the Lich, the dragon only has to hit him once. Fankle just had to catch the herbivore by surprise.
"Blink!" Much to his displeasure, the dragon did not disappear. The fairy's attack shattered his magic items.
"Magic? I would have expected this from a weak dragon!" the insect mocked him, standing within Winkle's reach but unharmed. "While you savage beasts eat cattle in your caves, we elves rule the greatest empire in the world!"
"We created the world's first!" Fankel shouted. "I am more powerful as an egg than any of your closely related species!"
"You rude beast, when Brandon Moore was still in diapers, he was strangling monkeys with one hand—"
While the elf was busy roaring, Vankel grabbed some sand from the arena and threw it at him.
The elf put sand in his eyes in surprise, and the crowd fell silent. "Mau
e's eyes!" The elf began to cry, as his kind usually did, and Winkle opened his mouth. "There's sand in Maul's eyes!"
Chomp!
Fankle gulped down Brandon Moore like a snack and then gulped it down. Finally, he caught the frustrating cow.
The audience broke the silence and booed him.
The crowd condemns your dirty fighting! All attributes are reduced!
Fankle didn't care. He won. Now, he will enjoy his reward, put the princess in the princess bag, and find his chief of staff...
wait. His stomach started to feel... sick...
A sharp, terrifying feeling caused him to hurl Brandon Moore against a wall like a cannonball, raising a cloud of dust.
You lose a quarter of your HP. What does it feel like? Not only does it itch, but it also...
Beyond pain.
For the first time in his thousand-year life, Winkle realized that dragons could feel pain.
The elf rose from the dust, but he was no longer an elf. The walking cow transformed into a white and gold humanoid moth with jet black wings and a mouthless face. A red wing sprouted from under his left arm, replacing the cloth, and the sword now shone like the sun. With a twirling motion, he spat Winkle's saliva out of him, glistening on his skin.
"The pride of a true matador is indestructible!" the bugs buzzed, and the demons' cheers were deafening.
The crowd's enthusiasm made all of Brandon Moore's stats go up! "All or nothing!" Winkle let out a defiant roar as the Moth raised his Sword of Light for a new attack, speaking with Standing up on its hind legs, it prepared to throw firebombs at the moth.
His eyes fell on the crimson wings, and his fiery breath turned into hot air.
The moth swooped at him and split open the dragon's chest. The Emperor's world briefly turned white with agony and he fell on his back with a loud bang that blew dust all over the arena.
Huge damage!
You lost half your HP!
What happened? Winkle tried to stand up, but the pain in his chest was worse than he expected. The crowd cheered, cheering the Demon King's name.
He...he was matched? By an elf?
They eat grass!
"You are not an emperor, Vaquir! You are a beast, worthy only of having your horns chopped off!" The moth raised his sword and the crowd cheered him. Objects and jewels appeared around the filthy creature, furious. Vai
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Realizing that this demon has activated his own [crowd favorite] Pe
k. “Brandon Moore reigns supreme!”
"Brandon, the best devil!" Brandon, the best devil! Brandon, the best devil!"
Winkle looked up and felt something warm on his belly. A shiny, beautiful golden liquid flowed onto his scales from where the bug had cut him.
It looks like dragon's blood.
His blood.
Will Winkle bleed?
SMS notifications add insult to injury.
Warning: You failed Crush B
a
do
Mau
e to defend your [Emperor] title.
All [Emperor] career perks are ineffective until you restore your honor.
"Now, Vaquier, you need to know that Brandon Moore is going to kill all your fans when you're done," Moth announced. "Then he will take all your treasures for himself!"
…
No!
Winkle must win.
For the treasure.
Giving up is what a man does when faced with a real challenge. Winkle is a dragon. The most advanced species, the legendary supreme beast, the greatest disaster of this era! Dragons never give up because, in the end, they always win!
[Dragon's Pride] triggered! All debuffs removed!
Inspired by his pride and pure love for his treasure, the cataclysm forced him to return to the four men, much to Brandon Moore's surprise.
"I won't fall!" Fankel shouted scornfully. "For my treasure!"
"You, Venquire, are a respectable, cultured, and noble beast!" said the moth, assuming a wary fighting stance. "Your courage honors this arena!" Kill you to Moore. It would be an honor to come!”
Charisma check successful!
By impressing Ishfania's brutal crowd with your fighting spirit, you earn a [Bravo Bulls] Personal Pe
k!
[Bravo Bull]: When your life is at stake, your power is greatly enhanced.
The elves believe that dragons are mindless beasts, and perhaps Winkle cannot win through strength alone. But he did 14 in intelligence, even at the beginning of Manling Victor's one. If it can't crush its prey with strength alone, it outsmarts it.
Fankle paraded on the moth's red wings, unable to take his eyes off it; he could not even close his eyes. As long as he can't breathe fire, he's at a disadvantage. He couldn't attack the cow with physical attacks, but he could only use them against him.
Vai
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Suddenly realized [Fae
a Muleta] Pe
k’s critical flaw.
He spread his wings and blew a strong gust of wind towards Brandon Moore. Protecting his face with his crimson wings, the demon elf disappeared behind the curtain of sand and out of sight of the dragon.
Fankle was unable to target the moth spirit with his firepower.
The café didn’t say it was going to burn the stage to ashes.
The dragon did the same, releasing fireballs across the arena, unable to see either the cursed crimson wing or its master; he carefully avoided the crystallized princess, but left the rest of the battlefield Parts were blown to ashes. Hope he hit the grasshopper.
Your flames inflicted massive holy damage on Brandon Moore!
When the moth cannot use cursed Pe on him
When k, Vai
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Turning to the true source of the moth's power.
His servant.
Without giving any warning to the audience, Winkle munched his way into the stands, eating a dozen dark elves and demons by surprise. The herd's cheers turned to screams, and they ran away in panic as Winkle continued to munch on more cattle.
These devils taste like spice!
Within seconds, the crowd dispersed, demons flew away, dark elves stepped on each other, others jumped from the ledges of the stands...
You interrupted [Demon Corida]! All attribute changes have been cancelled!
By enjoying B
a
do
Mau
e's spicy slave, you regained some HP!
"(Sandstorm)!" The wind swirled around the arena, a rising sandstorm extinguished the flames, and the Moth Elf stepped inside. It looked furious, and to Vacker's delight, its wings were bleeding and burning. "Mau
e fans! What kind of beast would attack a group of rabid demon supporters?!"
"The kind of dragon!" Winkel boasted, proud of the success of his tactics. "You have no servants to support you, Grasshopper!"
"You're just delaying your inevitable defeat, Vaquier!" Moore will win whether the fans cheer or not!"
Vankel roared to the sky, spreading his wings and facing the moth spirit in a show of dominance. The moth raised its sword and crimson wings, ready to end the fight.
Then Manlin Victor teleported between them in a cloud of rancid smoke.
"Huh? That's less damage than I thought." In stark contrast to the two fighters, Winkel's chief of staff seemed unharmed. "Your Majesty? Damn, you look savage!"
"Minion, you're back!" Fankel was happy, although his attention was always focused on the cursed moth elf.
Dalton Moth Elf raised a sword towards Winkle's servant. "You escaped from hell?"
"Just as my chief of staff expected!" Vai
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Brag. "I trained him well."
"B
a
i
o?" The minion Victor held the scythe in one hand and waved to the moth with the other. Frippon's angry face was reflected on the smooth surface of the blade. "I almost didn't recognize you just now. "
The demon king of Ishfania paused for a moment. "How do you know this nickname?"
"That's what your mother called you. Why, is it forbidden?"
Much to Winkle's displeasure, the moth lost interest in fighting and pointed its sword at Manlin Victor. However, Bugs also reveals his red wings to his foe before the dragon blasts him with fire. "What did you do to my mother, villain?"
"Nothing. My hellish lawyer saved my life, and apparently I have complete immunity from demons. Your mother insisted on my return for some reason."
Bugs narrowed his eyes dangerously. Brandon Moore knows why. He's half demon and he loves piñatas. "
The Minion blinked, then took a defensive stance. "etc--"
Vai
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Tried to squish the bug with his hands before attacking, but due to the loss of stat boosts, the creature moved faster than the dragon.
In the blink of an eye, the moth spirit bridged the gap between him and his minions, then impaled Manling Victor through the chest.
Winkle's eyes turned red.
