The world of purgatory, forever a red-rust sky, a dark brown earth full of holes, and a huge magma crypt bursting with riotous heat, sending a wisp of steam that never dissipates to the dry land.

Magma crypts have been transformed into melting pots, surrounded by towering steel factories that produce countless sophisticated weapons and equipment and all kinds of sophisticated alchemy.

The bronze gate connecting heaven and earth was open, and the alchemy creation connecting track slowly drove out of the factory, moving at full speed.

Resources from all levels have been concentrated in this level, and they are working as fast as possible to create a bloody bone boat.

In less than an hourglass of time, all the factories in Purgatory started construction together, and at least ten or more giant ships could be assembled on the assembly line.

The Devil's Overseer wielded a long whip and whipped the alien laborers with a terrible scream, and many were beaten to death on the spot.

"Although we have mastered a lot of core technologies from the Iliad, the management model is still low and backward."

In the devil's world of crimson and metal, an old man in white suddenly appeared, like a sage and a saint, walking barefoot on this sinful land.

Beside what seemed to be a human being, an eight-winged fallen angel followed closely behind, always half a step behind the old man.

The fallen angel followed the old man in the form of a guardian, his wings different from the other fallen angels, not pure black, but like a burning fire of shadows, fluttering and drifting, but faintly revealing a scorching black light under the hem of his wings.

'Spear of the Traitor' Bein! The end of the 300-year bloody war!

This fallen god, the proud devil, listened to the old man's teachings like a well-behaved student.

"You've commanded bloody battles, and you've seen the military strength of the Nine Great Empires, so you should understand their strength."

The old man said to Bine as he walked, his eyes hollow and deep, staring at the rusty red sky as if to see through the curtain.

Bine nodded, replying to the old man:

"Blood, for example, is an empire of metal, steel, rivets, gears, furnaces...... The whole country is full of factories, and countless weapons and equipment and all kinds of alchemy equipment can be smelted in one day, and Purgatory originally valued this power from metal to imitate the Nine Great Empires and vigorously develop purgatory technology......"

The old man shook his head and said:

"How productive are we compared to blood abuse today?"

Bein's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and then he said:

"Less than a third!"

Why is there such a big gap? The alchemy industry has been developing for countless years, not to mention the nine empires, compared to one of the blood abuses alone, it is only one-third of the family.

What is the root cause of this gap?

The old man looked at the fallen angel who was in thought, and then said:

"It's the system!"

"The Blood Demon God rules the empire with absolute power, religion inites fanaticism, faith paralyzes the heart, power shapes a steel net, any oracle can be carried out, compared to purgatory, the blood torture people give up themselves in exchange for the common will of the entire empire......"

"The Blood Torture Empire only has one voice and one will, and that is the Blood Torture Demon God!"

"Compared with them, the whole system of purgatory is simply a big sieve, without the same will, under the domination, the major lords and feudal lords calculate each other, so that the management is inefficient, until now they can only use this way to spur slaves to produce......"

"The only advantage is that there are many slaves and hard labor, which is a waste of resources!"

The feet of the fallen angel stopped.

His expression became very strange at this moment:

"The Crown means ......"

"Reform! Purgatory needs a strong regime, a powerful system, even as hypocritical as the Council of the Gods, enough to melt a plate of loose sand into a clenched fist! ”

As one of the Nine Great Lords, the Second Devil Lord, the most powerful devil under the Lord and the Great Lord, the 'Spear of Rebellion' Bin nodded approvingly, and then said:

"How is His Majesty going to reform?"

"To be precise, how to persuade us to give up the power we have."

Purgatory is a place of order, and all demons must unconditionally obey the orders of the master, compared with the Nine Pillars Demon God, the devil is not bound by religion and faith, and this is the only difference.

But the Infernal Juggernaut is not the only Juggernaut.

The three lords, the nine feudal lords, are all purgatory giants second only to the lord in power, and none of them are the opponents of the lord, but they can also fight against each other when they are united, because the power of the lord is not complete.

However, the giants also possess ancient wisdom, and know that unity and alliance are the ways to make Purgatory grow, and the demons of hell are the best antithesis.

However, the devil's natural greed and cunning make it impossible to deepen the cooperation, but only to maintain it on the surface, so that in the eyes of the old man, it is still a scattered structure.

The old man smiled kindly:

"It's just a slight adjustment, but your status remains the same......"

Between the old man's conversation with the fallen angel, several bloody bone boats were slowly rolled out from the factory assembly line, fed by the blood of countless laborers and sent into the battlefield.

Looking at the ships, the fallen angel asked his own question:

"Is it too wasteful to spend all your resources on a camouflaged shell?"

The old man replied leisurely:

"It's not enough, we have to spend more, to the point that even we feel distressed, otherwise how can we deceive that wise man of the heavenly realm?"

"That battle of wits that lasted for thousands of years has now begun again."

……

The offensive of the abyss is becoming more and more frequent.

Demons, devils, and demon mercenaries have appeared, and even the geographically advantageous Church of the Gods is feeling unprecedented pressure, and if it weren't for the help of the Divine Guard, they might have been drowned under the frenzy of demon seeds.

Finally, with the appearance of the projection and incarnation of the true god, the battle has entered a white-hot state, and when the god of courage, Neslifa, is embodied in his own body, the war is pushed to the climax.

Hectua, the queen of pain, licked her lips and swung her whip, weaving a black avenue of fire under her feet, spreading straight to the god of courage.

"Demon seed, you have desecrated the order!"

Neslifa shouted violently, he was dressed in pure white holy armor, the golden cloak rendered sacred, the red flames burned in the wind, and the afterglow of divine power swept in all directions, even the nine planes were shaken by this.

A crimson spear flew out of the sleeve of the god of courage's left hand, and pointed diagonally at the Queen of Pain.

Desecrate?

The Queen of Pain sneered:

"God, you have angered Chaos!" (https:)

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