The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 291 Shouting "Pazuzu" Three Times, the Paladin's Trump Card
Inside El-Erian's temporary camp.

Grand Duke Zariel, the Devil, and his deputy Bell sat together, their expressions slightly awkward.

Ignoring the fascinating patterns on the faces of the two great demons in front of him, Elion pushed forward the prepared contract:
"This is the final version of the treaty, taking into account both of your opinions. Do you both have any questions?"

Bell had just reached out his hand when Zariel glared at him, and he immediately withdrew it.

"So be it……"

After confirming the details of the treaty, the two great demons signed their names on the contract in turn, and listed Asmodeus, the lord of hell, as the supreme witness in the sidebar to supervise the execution of the contract.

With a loud bang, a ball of sulfurous flames exploded.

—Eldoron and the Bloodbath Frontline Demon Legion have reached an agreement!
Deep in the far reaches of Hell, at the very bottom of the Serpent Coil Canyon, in a magnificent yet austere castle, Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, slightly raised his head.

"Interesting mortals..."

The Demon King narrowed his eyes slightly.

As if sensing a fleeting gaze from infinite distance, Elion glanced at the name of the Lord of the Nine Hells in the sidebar of the contract text, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

His cooperation with the Demon Grand Duke was just the first step; sooner or later he would have to meet the master of hell...

Like the [Will of the Abyss], the giant serpent deep within hell is the key to the giant ship's ability to resist the alien gods from a distant land...

.........

And so, within the barrier shielding the prophetic magic, the cooperation agreement between Eldoron and the Hellish Demon Legion was secretly reached.

However, apart from a very few key figures who knew about this secret cooperation, to most outsiders, the war between the Demon Legion and Eldoron had not stopped.

"Everything is going very smoothly."

Amidst the jagged, rocky peaks, a fierce wind howled past.

The lesser lord, Artina, with her crimson skin, watched the distant battle with great interest. Her demonic superhuman vision allowed her to see the distant scene clearly:

"Today, our two enemies are still locked in a fierce battle..."

On the plains dozens of miles away.

Legions of demons from hell are at war with a vast number of demons from Eldoron.

Numerous Legion Demons, Bearded Demons, Steel Demons, and Bone Demons formed neat ranks and advanced their lines in an orderly fashion, carrying out a highly efficient massacre, slaughtering the demons from Eldoron like a meat grinder.

Large numbers of demons who had submitted to Eldoron were initially driven by their instinctive bloodlust and aversion to the aura of hellish demonic order, and wave after wave rushed towards the demon legion. They were then quickly routed, screaming in agony amidst the one-sided slaughter.

The demon's broken limbs and blood were scattered all over the ground.

The Wind Demon King Pazuzu's eagle-like sharp vision took in the battle situation that satisfied him.

The demon lord, who resembled an eagle, let out a shrill laugh:

"Hehe. Everything is as we expected."

"The only pity is that those fighting the demon legion are just a rabble of demons. The humans of the magic empire of Eldoron are still hiding behind the scenes and have not shown themselves yet."

"However, given the current state of the battle, it won't be long before those humans hiding behind the scenes will have to face the terror of Zariel and her legions."

After finishing speaking, Pazuzu suddenly turned his head and cast his sharp gaze into the distance.

There, is a large abyss base belonging to Eldoron.

A large number of human professionals work there, maintaining the base's operation and the development and forging of abyssal resources.

"Commander Zariel's demonic legion is expanding across the [Abyss Plains]. It's only a matter of time before they expose the humans hiding behind the scenes..."

…………

“Master, in the past period of time, as per your request, the troops I sent out to fight were all rather disobedient fellows.”

Inside the Molten Iron Lake base, Balor Ratu watched the battle unfold on the projection and reported the recent situation to Elion.

During Eldoron's conquest of the Plains of Ten Thousand Abyss, he subdued a large number of demons who were originally loyal to different lesser lords.

Among them, there are naturally many troublemakers who are disobedient, unruly, and have rebellious tendencies.

Since the goal is to maintain the illusion of "war" with the demon legion, eliminating these unstable factors is a win-win strategy...

In any case, spells that manipulate the mind, such as [Group Suggestion], and the abyssal demons' instinctive aversion to hellish devils are enough to make these demons willingly become expendable resources in the fight against the demonic army...

Elian looked at the projection, where many demons with bloodshot eyes were clearly driven by irrational emotions to fight and die one after another, as well as many demons who finally came to their senses after being defeated by the devils and fled with screams. He was expressionless.

Then, the emperor of the empire turned to look at the huge map of the abyss hanging on the wall.

His gaze focused on the highest stone mountain in the corner of the map, where Pazuzu lived:
"It's about time..."

"It's time to wrap up the hunt!"

…………

"It's terrible! Abyss Base No. 6 has fallen!"

"The demon legions of Grand Duke Zariel of the first level of hell have occupied that place."

"They should be fine. Before the demon army launched its formal attack, the personnel stationed there received a notification and were evacuated urgently via the teleportation array."

"However, a pioneering team that was on a mission nearby failed to return to base in time and was captured by the devils on their way back!"

"That's right, it's Captain John's Trail Blazers squad!"

"what?"

"..."

Inside the temporary stronghold controlled by the demons of hell.

Under the blazing, crimson sun, scorching winds swept across the barren plains. A towering demon general from the deepest hell reported to Zariel:

"Lord Zariel, those humans from Eldoron who were captured have all been locked up in temporary cells."

"Is it necessary to send them back to hell?"

The flame on the head of the Demon Grand Duke Zariel flickered slightly.
"Let's not use it for now."

"Temporarily place those human prisoners behind our lines."

"This is the first time we have captured human professionals from the magical empire of Eldoron. They may possess crucial intelligence about that mysterious force, which is invaluable!"

"We must keep a close eye on them; we can't let them escape."

The Demon-Refining General of the Deep Prison bowed slightly and nodded solemnly:

"No problem. I'll have someone keep a close watch on it."

After making a quick deployment, Zariel turned to look deeper into the Crimson Wasteland:
"Let's forget about those human prisoners for now and focus on discussing the next steps in our military operation."

"This time, the legions of hell will surely control the entire [Abyss Plains]!"

…………

The night was quiet.

In the first layer of the abyss, the Plains of Ten Thousand Abyss, although there is no true night, the moments when the blood-red sun in the sky dims from time to time are equivalent to night.

At the summit of the howling stone mountain, the Wind Demon King Pazuzu gazed at the distant plains, watching the demon army march through the "night" formed by dim red light.

"The Demon Lord Zariel and the Overseer Bel, these two high-ranking legendary demons, are leading the legions of hell into the depths of the plains."

"As expected of Zariel, his bravery is as strong as ever..."

"If things continue to go smoothly, it's only a matter of time before the Demon Legion defeats the Magic Empire of Eldoron and takes control of the entire plain..."

Of course, Pazuzu also did not want to see the demons take control of this vast plain.

In fact, he despised the rigid and orderly hellish demons even more than the human empire from the material plane!

He was waiting for the right opportunity.

The best time to strike is when both sides are exhausted and weakened.

The Wind Demon King Pazuzu believed that, based on the current trend, the day when the main force of the Magic Empire Eldoron would clash with Zariel's demon legion was not far off.

Just then, in the tranquil night shrouded in a dark red glow, Pazuzu faintly heard shouts coming from afar.

“Pazuzu…”

“Pazuzu…”

“Pazuzu…”

Someone is calling his name.

who?

With a thought, Pazuzu directed his mind toward the direction from which the sound came.

Then, Pazuzu "saw" the humans calling his name from behind the distant demon's stronghold.

And his radiant soul, shining with order and kindness from head to toe.

…………

“By shouting ‘Pazuzu’ three times, one can disregard distance and plane and directly establish a contract with the Wind Demon King of the Bottomless Abyss, requesting his help.”

“Nothing can sever this connection unless a true god intervenes.”

But be very careful!

"Every time you accept the help of the Wind Demon King, it will lead to the corruption and depravity of your soul!"

"In the end, your entire soul will belong to the Wind Demon King of the Bottomless Abyss..."

This is a secret that is not exactly a closely guarded secret, circulating among learned scholars in the material plane.

For many years, Pazuzu has been obsessed with this method, corrupting the good and lawful beings of each material plane.

The mages of the Elven Royal Court...

Brave warriors of the dwarf kingdom...

After the fall of the Dragon Empire, the golden dragons abandoned their racial honor...

Many mortal races, in this abyss of despair, remembered this legend and prayed to the Wind Demon King for help.

Pazuzu granted their wishes one by one, and planted seeds of evil and chaos in their hearts.

It tempts the virtuous to fall into depravity and leads the law-abiding to chaos.

For a demon whose nature is to corrupt mortals, the immense pleasure this brings is no less than that of a mortal experiencing sexual climax.

But this time is different from the past.

Pazuzu clearly heard that the sincere prayer did not come from a kingdom in the material plane, but from within this bottomless abyss, from the first layer of the abyss where he now belonged.

"Wind Demon King Pazuzu, I beg you for your help!"

Pazuzu heard the call from the source of the pact he had formed, coming from behind the demon army's positions on the banks of the River Styx, and sent a thought to it:
"I'd like to see who's calling my name from this abyss."

(End of this chapter)