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It's a win-win situation.

But things are different now. With Matthew's rise to power, Mephisto has a growing sense that the situation is becoming strange, and he can no longer understand what is going on.

Ironically, hell had been peaceful for a long time.

This calm allows Mephisto to see the situation clearly without worrying about certain crises.

The unknown represents some unpredictable dangers that may arise.

Mephisto felt insecure.

Therefore, he needs to find helpers to enhance his sense of security.

At the same time, he had another idea deep in his heart.

However, he kept it very hidden and did not intend to realize this idea immediately, but in any case, he needed the Witchheart Demon.

Therefore, he approached Matthew to make a deal.

Matthew pondered.

He was thinking that if he were alone, he wouldn't need to think so much; he could do whatever he wanted, whether he should or shouldn't.

Being alone gives you a special kind of buff.

There's no need to be afraid.

But now he is the emperor of the Terra Empire, and he does have to consider many factors, otherwise it could easily disrupt Terra's development trend.

While those demon lords from Hell are powerful, he can't defeat them now, but they originally posed no threat to him or Terra, who are on Earth.

But with the border of hell destroyed and the battlefield changed, it would be much easier for those demon lords to take action against him.

He cannot rely entirely on the Ancient One.

He may be thick-skinned, but ultimately both Terra and he need to rely on themselves.

The importance of the Witch Heart Demon is not very high.

It's a very worthwhile bargaining chip to stabilize the current situation.

"Okay, what about you?"

Matthew agreed, then looked at Lilith, who smiled charmingly but didn't rush to answer. Instead, she looked at Mephisto.

A knowing look on his face.

Mephisto chuckled and immediately obediently left.

“I wish to form an alliance with His Majesty.” Lilith didn’t beat around the bush; she immediately stated her purpose after Mephisto left.

"The Mother of Hell wants to form an alliance with me, a human?"

Matthew countered with a question.

Lilith sighed and shook her head: "The title of Mother of Hell is just an empty name given to me by my offspring. I am a big shot among the lower demons, but when it comes to true dimensional authority, I am still far from it."

"I need to plan for myself and for my children."

"I had this idea during my last conversation with His Majesty, but at that time His Majesty was still on Earth, so I did not say it outright."

“Things are different now.” As she spoke, Lilith stared at Matthew with her expressive and alluring eyes.

"Your Majesty has waged war on the borders of Hell, which means that Your Majesty has set foot in Hell. Your future position in Hell will be of great importance. I need reliable allies."

"Furthermore, His Majesty's relationship with Carrie is enough to deepen the trust between me and His Majesty."

Lilith has a clear understanding of herself.

Hell is too vast, and her strength growth is very unstable, so she is positioned as someone who can get along with everyone in Hell.

They won't easily offend anyone.

This outwardly sophisticated and charming demeanor is merely a desperate measure for survival.

Doesn't Lilith wish she could be like Mephisto, able to directly communicate with other demon lords?

The problem still lies in the lack of strength.

Matthew's appearance allowed Lilith to find a suitable partner.

Because of Carrie, her relationship with Matthew naturally has a stronger foundation of trust than that of the other demon lords.

Carrie is the link.

If Carrie grows up, Lilith wouldn't mind delegating power to her and letting her become the Mother of Hell.

Of course, judging from Matthew's current development trend, I'm afraid Carrie won't even care about this title by then.

To put it nicely, it could be an alliance; to put it bluntly, it's basically no different from surrendering to another country.

Lilith is smart and knows how to assess situations; she will find good backers for herself in advance.

If one day Matthew and Terra reach a certain level of maturity, Lilith believes that she and her offspring will be blessed.

Lilith would never have thought this way about anyone else.

However, judging from the potential shown by Matthew and Terra, she might still be aiming higher.

Lilith made no attempt to hide her thoughts.

They may not have been this sincere and genuine since birth.

"Using intelligence from hell as leverage?"

"Yes."

"can."

Matthew agreed.

Having a local tycoon from hell providing intelligence is extremely advantageous; Lilith, being such an ancient relic, possesses even more information than the Ancient One.

Furthermore, with Lilith's assistance, things will be much easier and simpler when we do things in Hell in the future.

Today is a nice day.

...

In the deepest, most isolated, naturally formed, massive underground cavern beneath the surface of the entire Hell's Borderlands.

It's called a cave, but it feels more like a brand new world.

The only difference is that the second ceiling became the sky, and this place was so huge that in terms of land area it was no less than the total area of ​​a planet.

Where there is space, there are also countless demons.

The ground continuously seeps out streams of scalding lava, and is covered with solidified black charred lava and sulfur crystals.

The air was scorching and heavy, filled with the pungent smell of sulfurous fumes.

Yet, a few people arrived at this place that no living person could possibly reach.

Streaks of light, like shooting stars, fell from the distant sky and crashed onto the ground.

boom!

The commotion attracted the attention of countless demons, who roared and charged forward.

But the next moment, one of the men on the ground raised his fist.

He just smashed it into the air.

Click~

Endless white cracks instantly covered the space, and terrifying shock energy washed over the demons like a torrent. The demons screamed in terror and were instantly shattered by this terrible shock energy.

Blood and flesh exploded everywhere.

"These demons are of a much higher level than those on the surface."

Skye, who created this phenomenon, withdrew her fist and frowned.

She was wearing a raven-red windbreaker combat suit, with Roseco beside her, Pietro in power armor, and the combat monk Domino, a dark beauty.

"We don't know how many of these ghostly things we've killed in the past three days. These things just can't be eradicated."

Unlike the thin and pale lab guy he used to be, the young Pietro was strong and over 1.9 meters tall. Although he wasn't as big as Reicher, his frame and muscles were strong enough to support the power armor.

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He took off his helmet, tucked it under his arm, and ran his hand through his hair.

That introverted child has become a qualified soldier.

It can be said that he is the fastest in the entire Astartes Chapter.

It's entirely due to his incredible mutant ability: high-speed movement.

After receiving the mutant warrior serum and undergoing training, his high-speed movement ability was fully activated.

His superhuman physique, combined with techniques like the Six Powers and Observation Haki, along with his high-speed movement ability, instantly boosted his combat power.

Even though his physique wasn't as good as the original Astartes warriors, he had too many advantages in terms of ability.

That's pure shamelessness.

His high-speed movement is very simple: it's fast.

Under normal circumstances, his speed is supersonic, reaching four times the speed of sound.

Shaving has very little effect on him, but the Six Forms training can strengthen his muscles, including his leg muscles. As his physique becomes stronger, his speed will also increase.

According to the analysis department's calculations of his mutant abilities, his theoretical upper limit is the speed of light, and he may even be able to reach faster than the speed of light.

Of course, this is just theory.

Even so, the boost in actual combat is still quite outrageous.

Fortunately, the Astartes warriors' nanosecond-level reaction speed and supersonic movement speed, combined with their Observation Haki, allowed them to detect and predict Pietro in advance; otherwise, Pietro's combat power would have surpassed that of all the Astartes warriors.

Unfortunately, there are quite a few mutants in Astartes. Pietro has superior abilities, and there are also many other mutants with strange and powerful abilities.

"Wanda, haven't you found her yet?"

Pietro looked up at the sky.

All that could be seen was a figure floating silently in the sky, wearing the signature close-fitting combat monk armor and a deep red hooded coat—it was Wanda.

Wanda was independent of the three major warbands.

She is the most unique among Terrans, as she is directly under the jurisdiction of Emperor Matthew.

However, in terms of authority, she is subordinate to the Supreme Warmaster Reicher and Natasha.

It's considered to be on par with the battle group leader.

Wanda's long, dark brown hair danced silently, ignoring the pervasive, pungent smell; her delicate, sweet face was filled with seriousness.

With her eyes closed, she seemed to be sensing something, ignoring what her twin brother was saying.

Pietro shrugged helplessly and remained silent.

Roseco and the black beauty Domino exchanged a smile.

Suddenly, Wanda opened her eyes in mid-air, a crimson glint in her beautiful pupils, as if she were about to say something.

But a loud roar interrupted her.

boom!

A deafening roar erupted, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of kilometers shook violently, with massive amounts of molten lava gushing from countless cracks in the earth.

The temperature soared instantly.

But what truly drew everyone's attention were the terrifying figures emerging from the lava through these cracks.

They turned out to be terrifying monsters.

Almost every monster was over a hundred meters tall, with molten lava flowing over its body, as if it were wearing a layer of armor.

There weren't many, only about thirty.