"Oh~" Hill couldn’t help but shout out loud.

Never thought I’d see such a brave Poseidon one day.

Below, Rose turned incredulously to look at Gaia, who had been silent in the palace, and fell slightly behind. However, as always decisive, the Spider Queen still followed Poseidon, charging towards Asmodielus with long web chains spewing from her body.

The Lord of Hell was not flustered, but his first reaction was to give his Hell Cats a Group Fox’s Cunning to restrain the ten-meter-long web chains released from Rose’s abdominal silk glands... the properties of that thing were almost equivalent to the highest-level web magic. Once touched, even the Lord of Hell might have his speed reduced, not to mention it’s covered with corrosive secretion.

If there’s any mark left from Asmodielus’s past as an Angel, it’s probably his preference for a neat and beautiful appearance.

Of course, he liked that dark, luxurious style.

Like his forever extravagant long gowns and that ruby-embedded magic wand.

Such a person, as long as he has the strength, would never want those sticky webs hanging on him... especially since he also knows what the new nickname for the spider silk is.

Rose, who even the famous God of Excrement Gunnard could swallow, is indeed quite powerful in a certain sense.

Even the Lord of Hell is a bit cautious in front of her.

However, Rose’s purpose was only to clear a path for Poseidon, not to replace him in the battle, so she obediently crouched at the back, contending with the vastly strengthened Hell Black Cats.

When Asmodielus found that Rose didn’t intend to engage him in close combat... Hill felt like he saw Asmodielus’s shoulder relax a bit... he finally directed all his attention to Poseidon.

As the typical representative who doesn’t like to confront enemies to the end and would turn away to engage in a different form of battle as soon as injured, the Lord of Hell also had his habitual combo moves. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Once this set lost its effect, he would start to shift to a tactical containment battle, and if he found himself potentially facing a situation of mutual destruction, Asmodielus would also flee.

After all, he was once an Angel and didn’t master the unique God incarnation magic very well, especially since most of his energy is required for repairing his true form.

Despite having recovered quite a bit and started having the potential for multiple incarnations after sealing his godhood, no longer having to choose only projection... due to his true form constantly recovering in the deepest part of Hell, Asmodielus truly has only one incarnation, and it’s extremely time-consuming to reappear if eliminated.

The qualities of Dukes of Hell are well-understood, and if he were to truly sleep for ten thousand years, there might still be a chance to recover. If he slept for thirty thousand years, he’d likely face a joint assassination by the Lords of the first eight layers of Hell.

So in terms of battle, Asmodielus is indeed very cautious.

Even though he now has the ability to use incarnations, his divine power is not sufficient; he can split only one or two at most.

Moreover, the time to alter his attributes has been too short to change his past combat style very quickly.

Hill thought Poseidon was suddenly so brave because he knew the opponent was somewhat similar in their tendencies to flee, hence dared to posture boldly.

Well... although Asmodielus merely doesn’t like it, not unable to do it.

But his apparent behavior indeed seemed a bit alike.

Who knows, maybe he might get scared successfully?

However, Poseidon’s attributes might not be that familiar to the Lord of Hell, who never regarded the Greek Gods highly; he appeared simply because... he felt no one could do anything to him.

Including Toril and Teraxil, the observing deities.

Asmodielus knew very well that what he is using now is an incarnation, visible to anyone.

Though not high-level, it at least proves he possesses similar abilities... then the deities who hope not to make themselves targets of the Lord of Hell over such trifles would absolutely mind their own business.

Including this world’s true owner, Aesces.

He certainly wouldn’t plan to outlast the Devils.

The Lord of Hell always acts personally only when he has ninety-nine percent certainty... and this time, it’s clear he charged in without hesitation simply because he felt his odds of success were great.

For onlookers, this point is instead the most worth cautioning against.

Evidently, the future style of Hell will certainly not be as chaotic as before, doing their own things and even hindering each other.

There will always be some invasion from the will of the Lord of Hell, becoming more terrifying.

Asmodielus looked at the odd blue and white cloak armor, a short fork wielded by the bearded man rushing to his front and frowned, but he quickly cast Implosion Technique, Ashes to Ashes, and Flame Storm, alternating with Weakness Gaze.

The last sentence is actually a combination of Command Technique and Fear Magic, and the ruby wand in his right hand, waving, brought along his Aura of Obedience.

The two sides on the Rainbow Bridge collided at high speed.

The massive Trident soared into the sky.

Poseidon’s beard was half-burned by the explosive flames, and a crack was torn in his armor, with obvious golden blood spurting out, turning into droplets of golden beads in the air, then drip-dripping onto the ground.

"Ah~" Hill softly exclaimed.

So, the Lord of Hell also tends to go all out when facing unfamiliar enemies!

"Hmm?" Asmodielus couldn’t help but make a questioning sound.

"Ah?!" Rose, who was teasing the cat while watching from the side, simultaneously let out a question mark and exclamation mark.

Although each was just a single word, the emotions were so rich that those nearby could understand clearly.

Hill looked at the Spider Queen sympathetically.

Although Rose often had those allies who dragged progress, at least they each had their own little schemes, aiming to fulfill their goals while hindering their allies.

But she probably had never seen such a move where a bloodline appeared and the person just vanished into the wind.

Asmodeus was in a daze, searching in the air.

Those cautious actions he took earlier seemed now to turn into stars in the sky, flickering and mocking him.

Knowing how many people were watching this place, the Lord of Hell’s expression slightly changed.

Hill didn’t even know who, between the two Evil Faction representatives below, was more worthy of sympathy.

It was probably the first time in Rose’s life that she was sold out so miserably.

As for Asmodeus, the famous tactical master, it was his first time becoming a representative of the Three Axes.

Forget it.

Hill couldn’t quite control his emotions and laughed out loud.

Why sympathize with the two evil gods, right?

Life doesn’t come easy; being happy is most important.

The rarely collapsed Rose the Great Spider was ultimately saved by another dependable temporary ally.

Gaia, waving a giant scepter, rushed out of the palace and directly appeared in front of Asmodeus.

The Lord of Hell reacted quickly, countering the strange scepter with his Ruby Wand.

Hill couldn’t help but widen his eyes... they actually blocked it!

That was the Lord of Hell’s most prized weapon!

He couldn’t help but carefully observe the oddly shaped scepter... layers of black feathers wrapped around the somewhat thick scepter.

It seemed that the existence of those feathers resisted the commanding aura of the Lord of Hell and could also completely ignore his blasphemous attributes.

Hill blinked and quickly recalled the attributes of the Greek Gods in his mind, finally stopping at one that seemed most probable but also most disgusting... Typhon’s arms and wings.

Typhon’s arms were like a lion’s forepaws, vastly powerful.

He was covered in feathers, with gigantic black wings behind him, impervious to any poison or filthy attributes.

Despite his ugliness and somewhat defective intelligence, he was indeed an incredibly powerful existence... Yet, lacking intelligence, he was always suppressed by the power of the group.

The joy that Hill had just now instantly vanished.

He’s well aware that not everyone deserves to be a mother; besides criticism and disdain, people like them can’t do much... Especially in this world.

But every time he sees such a being, it still makes him uncomfortable.

Just because her son is ugly, she could be so cruel... if Typhon died, most of his body would turn into black mist, leaving only some flesh and blood remnants... Which means when Gaia made this scepter, Typhon might have watched all this happen.

This felt different from knowing Gaia fed fish with Typhon’s corpse scraps earlier.

That only made Hill think Gaia was indeed ruthless.

But now... a faint nausea slowly rose from his stomach.

Hill couldn’t help but utter a ’ugh.’

"Hmm?" Aesces appeared beside him once again, "Hill, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing, just finding everything before my eyes too ugly," Hill replied flatly, "Did you need something?"

"That woman’s weapon is quite powerful; Snow Cloud Peak is unaware," Aesces quickly asked, "I don’t want to ask William."

Then, having gotten the answer from Hill, he couldn’t help but fall silent, speaking only after a while, "Ah~ Indeed, it’s an existence beyond our understanding."

Hill lifted his chin, "Using external objects to fight against the Lord of Hell isn’t that easy.

Especially if that weapon might carry resentment towards her.

Just wait and see~"

Asmodeus and Gaia have been fighting like this for quite some time, continuing to use force in confrontation without switching to evasive battle tactics, clearly because he sensed something.