Your Majesty's money, why don't you engrave my name on it?

Leslaufer and Barbasabalon turned their heads at the same time, only to find that the "person" who was speaking was also looking at them. His reddish-brown skin and dark red hair made him blend in with the environment, while his large blue nose below his yellow eyes looked both strange and comical.

Chapter 692 Hellfire Motorcycle

“Kalad,” the male, who clearly did not belong to any of the three common races of humans, elves, or dwarves, flashed a mouthful of yellow teeth at Raslaufer, “but don’t get me wrong, I’m not quite like you. I’m an ally, not a soldier going to the battlefield.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and whistled, immediately filling the motorcycle with a cacophony of noise. Raslaufer's eyes widened as he stared at the heads that emerged from the seats—these gray-green-skinned creatures, if he wasn't mistaken, were probably…

Goblins?!

"A powerful goblin warlord?!" exclaimed the little devil who had managed to escape Leslaufer's control. "Wait, I think I remember you...you wouldn't happen to be that—"

“There are probably not many goblins who can replenish Avernas’s ranks,” Raslaufer said as he watched the goblin who called himself Karad casually reveal a mark on his body. “Most of my kind are imprisoned in their own worlds or worse, while I may have some luck to glimpse so many worlds and gain some small benefits from them.”

"I still don't understand, what exactly do you do?" Leslaufer frowned deeply. "And what did you mean by what you just said?"

"What I mean is, unless you can impress your superiors, don't expect other dukes to solve your problems," Karad shrugged. "You see, I used to be no different from my kin and cousins, but one of my partners showed me more possibilities. Now I earn money by sending soldiers to the Nine Hells—goblins are naturally good at fighting and grow very quickly. Don't you think it's a waste for a race like that to just be bandits in the mountains or underground?"

Leslaufer agreed with this. Although goblins were extremely crude in appearance and incredibly fragile compared to him, they were definitely a deadly danger to most people. And if they could be organized and used in the battle, even just as cannon fodder, they would be absolutely usable.

Among demons, there are not only large creatures like horned demons and bone demons, but also lowly beings like thorn demons and even inferior demons. The same applies to the demons themselves.

"It seems you're quite familiar with this?" Leslaufer perked up. "So, in your opinion, what do I need to do if I want to return to my original world?"

Karad thought for a moment: "Like I said, if you can impress your superiors, you'll have a good chance of going back. Otherwise, you'll have to find loopholes to exploit, but that's very difficult to find. Even if it does exist, the former is a prerequisite, unless... you plan to find a breakthrough from the abyss."

"But I don't need to say which is more troublesome, the devil who follows the rules or the demon who almost never plays by the rules?"

Raslaufer fell silent. It wasn't that he was averse to fighting, even bloodshed. But this wasn't the way he wanted it, especially when his superior was a devil with whom he had a history of conflict.

“Or there’s another way, a stopgap measure,” Karad said again when he saw that Reslaufer remained silent. “Judging from your size and equipment, I know you’re no pushover. Since you’ve got some skills, try to survive first, accumulate more military merits, and then apply for a transfer. Since you want to join Grand Duchess Fernana’s forces, it shouldn’t be too difficult—you know, these kinds of lawsuits fall under the jurisdiction of her and Grand Duchess Belial’s courts.”

"Can this really work?" Leslaufer asked instinctively, for he had never heard of such a possibility before, at least not in the material world.

“This is the Nine Hells, my friend,” the goblin chuckled. “You’ll understand, in some ways, it’s even fairer than the material world—there are rules here.”

Whether or not the Nine Hells followed any rules, and how many rules they followed, was unclear to Raslaufer. But seeing that Karad had no intention of continuing the conversation, he leaned back in his chair and turned to gaze absently at the treacherous "wilderness" outside.

The Hellfire locomotive had no windows, nor even an outer shell. It was completely enveloped in fierce and eerie flames, concealing its weapons as well. Only the ferocious rows of horns were visible on the outside. Reislauver had never ridden in anything like it before, but even with the common sense of a cavalryman, he could imagine that such a behemoth, when traveling at high speed, would be an absolute meat grinder. Any creature that dared to approach would be mercilessly crushed under the vehicle, becoming part of its blood and filth.

“You…please don’t even think about jumping off the train and leaving,” Barbasabalon said cautiously, glancing at Raslaufer. Dople’s gaze out the window made it uneasy. “In any case, the souls of any mortal creatures killed by this train will be cast into the River Styx of Aphrodite, to be reborn as a lesser demon. If that happens, you’ll probably never be able to go back.”

Leslaufer gave a noncommittal "hmm," but after a moment, Dople suddenly spoke up: "Mortal creatures... what, it has no effect on demons and devils?"

“Well, of course you can’t survive being hit,” Barbasabalon said sheepishly, moving half a meter away from Leslaufer. “As for demons, although they can be killed, they cannot be transformed at all. I’ve heard that the dukes have ideas about researching this, but so far there has been no progress.”

If this hellfire motorcycle can even transform demons into devils, then even the lowest-ranking inferior demons would be enough to reverse the numerical disadvantage of the devils. The more demons there are, the more devils there are; the more devils there are, the fewer devils there are…

However, based on the current progress in this area, it will still be a long way to go to achieve this goal.

But this Hellfire motorcycle probably won't go that far.

Just as Raslaufer was about to speak again, a rapid and sharp screech came from the entire motorcycle, and the scenery outside suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?" Leslaufer was slightly taken aback. "Are we almost there? But I haven't seen the rift valley yet..."

"Not there yet!" Not far away, a Cambyon stood up and grabbed a steel fork. Above everyone's heads, the inextinguishable hellfire suddenly cracked open. As part of the roof structure began to change shape without warning, in no time, a device resembling a cannon, but with a thinner and longer barrel, flipped and assembled. After locking onto a certain direction, it instantly emitted a thunderous roar!

At the same time, a furious roar of announcing the news came from the driver's cab to every carriage.

"Attention all personnel! Enemy attack! We have encountered an enemy attack!"

Chapter 693 Yogros Mercenary

Through the flames on the motorcycle's exterior, Raslaufer saw that a fissure seemed to have opened up in the blood-soaked Avnars wilderness, and countless strange creatures with armor and three pairs of legs were wielding various weapons and converging on the motorcycle.

They look like insects, but their bloodshot eyes glowing red and their twisted bodies, taller than a person, clearly show that they are no ordinary creatures!

"It's the Yogros Demon!" Karad jumped up and yelled at everyone around him, including Reslaufer, "Set up a defense immediately and don't let these bastards get close to the locomotive—its attack still needs some warm-up time!"

The goblins immediately began to form ranks with a discipline and obedience that Raslauver had never seen before. At the command of the great goblin, the other soldiers in the carriage also began to move. Raslauver discovered that many of them were quite similar to the demons outside, and some, although they looked more like gargoyles, had limbs that were also more like those of the demons outside.

“Yogros Demon,” Barbasabalon quickly whispered, “these guys are mercenaries who don’t care about their employers. That’s why there are always troublemakers like this in Avernas.”

Reslaufer nodded slightly. He saw several Yogoros drawing their bows and crossbows, using the motorcycles as cover to fire at their kin outside. It seemed that they were indeed "friendly forces" on his side.

However, a few don't quite look like it.

Demons, goblins, Yogg-Ross demons, and even other mortals around him poured into the battle, but Leslaufer remained seated, holding a battle sword to his chest, showing no intention of joining the fight. Moments later, after the demons outside had only charged a mere ten meters, the cannons on the locomotive roared again. Simultaneously, the sides of the train opened up like roaring demons, spewing out cones of acidic flame that instantly engulfed the nearest Yogg-Ross demons.

These evil creatures, neither devils nor demons, were unafraid of the strong acid fumes they spewed, but they were still affected by the flames. Their chitinous carapaces quickly ignited, and their joints emitted a strange, foul odor. The slower demons hurriedly retreated, only to see rows of deadly flails crackling with electricity swing from beneath the motorcycle. The elemental weapons slammed heavily onto the enemies, immediately generating chains of lightning that ricocheted off and chained towards all the creatures around them, turning the surrounding area into a hellish inferno.

How could a structure that can serve as a troop transport machine in a bloody battle not have some defensive measures?

"They're under control!" From the corner of Dople's eye, a tall demon covered in sharp thorns and barbs roared excitedly, "Charge! Annihilate them!"

"Wait!" The goblin Karad tried to stop him, but his goblins had already been incited. They yelled and followed the frenzied demons and other mercenaries as they jumped off the motorcycles and charged towards the enemy outside—this would not help with casualties or victory, but it would help with military merit!

Faced with this situation, Karad could only sigh—training the goblins to this level was already quite an achievement, and he couldn't expect too much more. Goblins naturally have shorter lifespans than ordinary creatures, and although they can become combatants very early on, their prime is still limited. He couldn't let these subordinates spend all their time training.

His purse couldn't handle it, and neither could the settlement; goblins reproduce very quickly.

Even so, there shouldn't be any problem... right?

Karad thought to himself that the troops being transported by this locomotive were destined for the front lines, their combat effectiveness was beyond question, and while the number of the poisonous Ros demons outside was large, they were unlikely to gain any advantage against them. However, it was precisely this thought that made the goblin lower his guard, so much so that he didn't react at all. Suddenly, a muscular gargoyle-like Yogg-Royal demon beside him flashed with a fierce light in its eyes and swung its giant axe down towards Karad's head!

Karad hurriedly dropped the crossbow in his hand and tried to grab his halberd, but he was too slow. Just as he was filled with fear, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the carriage. Two muffled sounds came almost simultaneously, and Karad's pupils immediately shrank to the size of pinpoints!

Before him, a crack appeared on the metal handle of the giant axe that had nearly taken his life. The next moment, the heavy axe crashed down, and with it fell the head of the Yoggros demon, who hadn't even had time to react!

With a single strike, the demon's weapon and itself were neatly broken into four pieces!

Dobul's eyes reflected the raging flames around the motorcycle. He remained in the stance of drawing his sword, the tip pointing directly behind the corpse of the failed ambush. There, too, was a gargoyle-like demon, pretending to hold a longbow, but its other hand was already gripping the handle of a giant axe.

“Move,” Dobul casually pulled the earth gnome, who was only about 1.7 meters tall, behind him with his other hand, and took a step forward. “Let’s see if you’re faster or I’m faster.”

Inside the carriage, the others reacted quickly, halting their charge outwards and becoming wary of their former comrades. At that moment, about half of the Yogros demons stopped pretending and bared their fangs at their fellow warriors.

"Awooo!" The demon that was being held back by Raslaufer's knife was no exception. It roared defiantly at Raslaufer and made a move to grab its giant axe. However, the moment Raslaufer swung his knife, the demon vanished from its spot and reappeared behind Raslaufer, swinging its giant axe down towards the back of Dobul's head!

The insect-like, venomous Rosmos outside are the infantry of the Yoggrosmos, while these gargoyle-like conquering Rosmos are like paratroopers or cavalry, their role being to launch swift and unpredictable attacks and then vanish without a trace. To achieve this, these monsters not only possess four powerful wings but also the terrifying ability to teleport, granting them unparalleled advantages and agility on the battlefield.

But it deliberately chose Leslaufer as its target.

Before Raslaufer could even move his sword, the moment the demon appeared behind him, Dobler had already turned halfway around. At the same time, one of his arms swung up like a steel whip, causing the iron fist at the end to dance through the air. His arm crossed with the demon's axe handle, while his fist, like a flail or a chain hammer, circled around and slammed solidly into the opponent's cheek.

Even after smashing the head down to just a third of its original size, it was still attached to the cavity!

Chapter 694 Super Ross Demon

Just now, Leslaufer's undisguised sitting on the spot inevitably drew the contempt and disdain of the surrounding soldiers, but when the man started to make his move, no creature would fail to feel fear and tremble at his actions!

The carapace of a venomous Ros Demon was mostly torn off, and Raslaufer used it as a makeshift cover and shield. After blocking two crossbow bolts, he swung it away, and the edge of the carapace severed the arm of another Ros Demon. Meanwhile, the battle blade forged from hell iron took the life of another mortal attacker!

Raslaufer's actions were neither swift nor decisive; he always spent extra time on the corpse of some random opponent. But thanks to this, as one enemy after another fell at his feet, it became almost certain who the remaining enemies were, friend or foe:

This man is capable of killing everyone here! He has that confidence, which is why he has the time!

He didn't care at all what threat the living ones posed to him; what he cared about was why the corpses hadn't given him enough pleasure!

"Wait, look! What's that?!"

Just as everyone in the carriage was filled with dread about Raslaufer, a devil suddenly yelled, pointing out the window: "Damn it, we just got so many people out—where are they?!"

Some people's gazes shifted to the devil's voice, just as the cannon on the locomotive's roof unleashed another thunderous counterattack, blasting a large area into an empty space, allowing the creatures inside the carriages to finally see the outside world clearly.

At least half of them had just been incited to charge outwards, and more than half of those soldiers had rushed out of the carriages before the Yoggros demons betrayed them. But now, looking outside, there were hardly any left!

Even if it was a motorcycle accident, it couldn't have caused this much damage. What on earth happened outside?!

They will know the answer soon.

A goblin covered in blood struggled to his feet and fled toward the motorcycle. But before the motorcycle's counterattack could be completed, a gray shadow, like the messenger of death, "floated" behind the goblin. A longsword swept down, killing the small creature before he could even scream.

At the same time, Raslaufer had just twisted off the head of a half-goat, half-human creature. He turned his face and happened to see a pair of oval eyes outside the car.

Sleepiness crept up Reslauver's body along with the strange gaze of the Ross Demon, attempting to form a net to capture him, but as in most cases before, this trick had no effect on Reslauver—except to enrage him.

“Since you’re courting death—” Raslaufer’s face darkened. He could roughly sense and see that the demon opposite him possessed strength similar to that of a Soul Eater or Soul Judge, but now, his own power was far greater than that.

However, just as Raslaufer was about to rush out and compete with the other party, everyone heard the sound of wings flapping like raindrops above their heads and on the motorcycle. Even the attention of the unknown Ross Demon on the other side was drawn to it.

"Children, release them!" A hoarse female voice roared in the air. The next second, countless thorns shot out from the bodies of the Thorn Demons, enveloping the demon. Just then, a being with burning wings, like a Valkyrie descending, swooped down from the sky, sword in hand, and charged towards the Ross Demon!

This demon, resembling a fallen angel, was clad in infernal armor. Beneath every crack lay scorching lava. Her helmet concealed her face, making it impossible to discern her features. Only her swordsmanship and combat skills remained undisguised. Although the gray Ross demon flickered like a ghost, dodging her attacks, the leader (or perhaps chief) of the reinforcements pressed her advantage relentlessly, giving her no chance to retaliate beyond a single move.

If we don't seize this opportunity to join the attack and kill that extraordinary-looking Yogross demon, it would be a great humiliation for any warrior with that ability!

With this thought in mind, Raslaufer bit the back of the knife, spread his arms, and grabbed the two poisonous Rosmagius insects in his hands. As they struggled, the two pairs of scarlet eyes shattered together in front of Raslaufer's chest. Doppler, carrying the two corpses, used their still-hard shells as cover and leaped out of the motorcycle that was spraying acid flames, heading straight for his target.

Like the previous ones, the Yoggros demon possessed the ability to teleport, making it difficult to evade its line of sight and launch a sneak attack. However, Raslaufer had his own methods. As he watched the demon use its teleportation ability to dodge the devil's sword strike, he hurled the poisonous Yoggros demon corpse from one of his hands, aiming directly at the demon. The Yoggros demon was no ordinary warrior; even in this blind spot, it managed to dodge and simultaneously block the devil's next sword swing.

Its teleportation ability was quickly recharged, but just as it was gloating over dodging the second corpse thrown by Raslaufer, Raslaufer himself was already in front of it!

Raslaufer didn't know how to control that power, but whenever he wanted—for example, at this moment—the power he gained from bathing in the blood of dragons and scorching lava would appear on his body. A pair of sky-covering dragon wings unfolded behind him, easily correcting the missed swings caused by the target's dodge in mid-air. The Yoggros demon was even preparing to extend a phantom-like whip as a form of offense, but Raslaufer ignored it, letting the whip lash against his chest.

A sense of tearing in space came from around Dobul, as if the whip was going to send him to some unknown space. Raslaufer could not resist such power, but before that, the battle blade had already cut open the demon's throat!

The opponent's phantom whip lashed Raslaufer, sending her flying more than ten meters away. As the whip's shadow dissipated, a hoarse cough of blood escaped her throat. The winged demon, instead of skin-like wings, desperately tried to end her life, but before she could tear through her opponent's last line of defense, Raslaufer leaped into the air again, striking the demon with an elbow, sending it tumbling off balance and crashing to the ground. Simultaneously, as the flames of purgatory erupted from the demon's body due to Raslaufer's injury, Dobler's final strike ended the life of the Yogros demon.

"What are you doing?!" The devil, whose battle merits had been stolen, was immediately filled with shock and anger. She struggled to her feet and was about to fight Leslaufer to the death. However, before she could take flight, the wings on the devil's back trembled as if she had foreseen an ominous sign.

Just behind her in mid-air, another gray shadow appeared silently and pierced Raslaufer's lower back with a sword at the same time that Dobler killed its kin!

These "super-level Ros Demons" are usually the commanders and leaders of the Yoggros Demon army, but there has never been any rule that an army can only have one super-level demon!

Chapter 695 Centurion

Muse hadn't considered the other possibility at first; in her view, it was just a satisfying story of a greedy scoundrel getting his comeuppance. However, in just a few seconds, she witnessed Raslaufer turn and spew out a mouthful of evil flame, barely forcing the second Super-Rank Ross Demon back before gaining enough breathing space.

His wounds began to heal instantly, and the battle blade turned in the air at an incomprehensible angle, slicing into the new enemy's body from the side and quickly transforming it into a new corpse.

Muse could see clearly that beneath all these movements lay a core circle, and the center of this circle was precisely the wound from which the human had just been struck!

As a sinful demon, this high-ranking devil, nicknamed "the goddess of vengeance," is an expert in combat techniques. No matter how much Muse may have preconceived notions or how much she may deny it, she has to admit one thing: this human being being hit in that spot by the super-level Ross demon was entirely within his own plan!

He must have discovered the other party's existence long ago, and even determined their hiding place. Only in this way could he have done this!

This forced Muse to start considering the existence of another possibility.

The Demon of Sin wanted to rush forward and get to the bottom of things immediately, but now was not the time. She could only raise her sword and charge forward while directing her allies, ordering those of lower rank than her to annihilate the enemies who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance.

The numerous, venomous Rosmos were like maggots in the abyss, impossible to eradicate. However, the higher-ranking Rosmos were few in number, and the truly powerful, super-rosmos who held leadership positions numbered only a handful, having already met their end at the hands of Asmodeus. As the battle continued, the demons surging from all directions finally realized that this battle was destined to be a losing proposition. Therefore, led by several aberrant Yoggrosmos, more focused on manipulating magic than the physical body, Raslauver's enemies began to slowly retreat until they were completely out of the demons' pursuit.

"End the pursuit! All units, regroup immediately!" The Demoness's loud voice rang out in the dim sky, ensuring that the order could be conveyed to every creature on the battlefield. However, she herself did not act as she commanded. After temporarily handing over command of the army to a horned demon lieutenant, she descended directly towards that area.

The area she had been watching since the second half of the battle. The number of corpses there had increased several times over, and the deformed humans had now returned to their original forms.

Perhaps he possesses dragon blood or some other power, but Muse doesn't care, because compared to her other problems, this is nothing.

"Soldier, state your unit number and your own number!" The Demon of Sin did not sheath his sword. Instead, after landing, he dragged the demonic blade that could wither everything and approached Reislaufer step by step. "I am Muse, the centurion of the 971st Assault Regiment of the Plane Conscripts. I request to examine you!"

At that moment, Raslaufer was sitting on the small hill made of corpses, resting with his sword in his hand. When the other party came forward and introduced himself, he simply stood up and nodded slightly to the other party as a sign of respect.

A military rank is a military rank. A centurion is a position that many kingdoms in Inasas don't even have—they can't even muster a thousand standing soldiers, let alone a centurion.

But instead of immediately responding to the question, Reslaufer reached for his identification. It wasn't that he lacked respect for the other person; he simply couldn't remember which specific unit he belonged to, let alone his identification number.

He didn't join voluntarily.

“The number is…” Leslaufer frowned as he uttered a long string of numbers, only relaxing when he saw the unit designation. “Ah, I’m also in the assault force, belonging to the Plane Recruiting Corps No. 1—”

The mercenary coughed and glanced hesitantly at the devil in front of him.

“If you weren’t standing here, I would have thought you were a greenhorn,” the Sin Demon sneered coldly. “Hurry up and say it! Can’t you read or what?”

However, in a place like the Nine Hells, language barriers are common. The demons have their own solutions. Not to mention illiterate people who cannot read, even creatures with visual, auditory, or oral impairments can easily understand most of the information.

Reislaufer coughed helplessly: "...971st Regiment. Recruit Reislaufer salutes you."

What a coincidence!

Before Leslaufer could finish his internal monologue, he heard the devil opposite him exclaim in surprise from under his helmet: "Leslaufer, so it was you?"

The demon looked the man up and down, his tone tinged with resentment: "You're the mortal that even Marshal Bael described as 'troublesome'? How interesting. Do you know why I left the camp and came here? It was to pick you up and make sure you made it to the base alive!"

"Even riding the Hellfire Motorbike can lead to an ambush by Yoggros, a demon hired by the Abyss. You've really opened my eyes."

Could they be targeting me?!

Leslaufer inwardly objected, but outwardly merely rolled his eyes: "Commander, I really don't think—"