Bailier stood above the ice lake, the bottom of the pot of hell, the bottom of the eternal frozen world. ← At the end of the ice lake, a shadow that could not be seen clearly was curled up there, making dull snoring and slow chewing and grinding teeth.

"I don't understand why we have to choose such an environment every time we have a meeting." The demon's high heels stepped on the ice and made a crunching sound. In this desolate and deserted place, the crunching sound was far away, and echoes seemed to be heard.

"This is tradition." said an old man in gray, "This is our tradition, Beria. Compared with angels who deviate from tradition, these cumbersome etiquettes are the honor and dignity we insist on."

"You are right." The tall demon king nodded reservedly.

There were four people standing on the ice. In addition to Bailier and the old man, there was also a fat and fat middle-aged man who looked fat and a man wrapped in a cloak. The fat man stood far away from the other three. It can be seen that Bailier, the old man and the cloaked man can be said to be members of the same group.

"Samael hasn't arrived yet." The fat man showed a somewhat impatient expression.

"Here you." The man under the cloak lifted his hood, revealing a handsome cold face and blonde hair.

After a breath, Samar, who had a cold smell on his body, condensed from frost, the goatbeard demon slapped the dust that did not exist on the hem of his coat, and the gray-green goat's eyes were full of pride. He stared at Bailier for a while without hesitation, licked his lips and smiled: "I brought bad news from the front line, Bailier, your toy is dead."

"I know." Belier's face was gone and he admitted it concisely.

"And 'Pandora' is also lost."

"Yeah?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. Pandora was used to call the group with your own assets and credit. It was not your private property. Now, the toy agent you made was defeated and died. Not only did you throw the occupied Diablo world back to heaven, but we lost our strategic initiative advantage, but more than that, even one of our only artifacts was seized. As the commander, you should take responsibility!"

Bailier nodded without comment and said, "I admit that our attack did fail this time. As the frontline commander, I will resign."

The female demon showed such a salty and uneven attitude, not only Samar. Even the fat man "Mamen"'s face was not very good. Currently, the Seven Kings of Hell are headed by the strongest Azazler, and Samar, as the second-ranked big demon, has always been in competition with the Azazler group. However, the despair dragon king Asmontis, the former general in the Samar group, was defeated in the battle, resulting in a significant tilt in the balance of strength between the two sides.

The group formed by Asazel, Belier, Bezib is opposite to the group formed by Samar, Asmontis and Leviathan. Leviathan does not have advanced intelligence, so the group has always been in charge of the situation with Samar himself and Asmontis, while the only neutral king of hell, Mamen sways left and right. After Asmontis is vacant, Mamen began to lean towards Samar. The neutrality makes Mamen hope to maintain a balanced situation, so Samar is convinced that at the internal meeting, Mamen will join his motion to impeach Belier.

What Samar wants is not Belier's resignation as commander on the front line, but to kick her out of the Seven Kings' Conference and knock her down into the abyss in one fell swoop. He committed such a serious crime, even if Azazel tried to protect her, there were three members of the meeting unanimously opposed it. It was enough to make him consider the gains and losses of his interests. If the King of Darkness himself was to make the final decision, Samar believes that he would never be the loser.

Belier loses power. Then the power structure of the Seven Kings Conference will be balanced again, which should be the best ending. Samar believes that Azazel can make a wise choice. After that, the two vacant places will be divided equally by him and Azazel. However, this process is time for him to show his strength. After all, Belier, who was deposed, is the confidant on the opposite side...

"Anakin, you won't just watch her owed debts or not. Or do you have to pay the price yourself to compensate her debts?" Samar directly called out Azazel's real name and directly asked the head of the Seven Kings, trying to make him make a ruling.

"Give her a chance to defend herself." Asazler gently brushed his cloak, looking calm and unintervented as if he did not intervene in the political struggle. "If she could not make a convincing explanation, then the meeting would also act impartially, deprive her of the title of Satan, take away the power given by her, and arrange her funeral based on the amount of debt."

It sounds easy, but the deposed demon kings in the history of endless hell have all ended up miserably without exception. Being completely devoured by the King of Darkness is an easier ending. The usual ending is to be refined into thoughtful puppets and be used forever.

"Samael, you should also hire an agent to participate in the war." Belier bounced his finger and pointed the index finger with black nail polish at the goatee man, "He is a member of the Ring of Wisdom of the Philosopher Kingdom, Miss Shabu. Is that right?"

"…Yes.” Samar frowned.

"And your agent starts the battle without authorization and attacks our agents. This is the biggest reason for the collapse of the Diablo world. If your agent can work with my "indulgence", then our strategy will not be so severely setbacked. If you want to be held accountable, I think the real person responsible is you, Samar." Belier bit without hesitation, "And can you take on this responsibility? The commander you recommended Asmontis was defeated on the front line, and the agent I used after taking office has achieved fruitful results and has wiped out two archangels in succession. Why did the agent with such excellent results lose to one team and not even the Golden Level--oh, it was a team that broke through the Golden Level in the last battle, and they also carried magical tools... If it weren't for your agent making trouble behind the scenes, I couldn't think of a second reason."

"Don't mess around, this is just your denial."

Although Samar was not on the scene, he had more than a dozen ways to know the battle process. He also felt that the result of this war was quite incredible. However, he was very convinced. In the final battle, his agent was completely unable to intervene. Instead, he lost a lot and fled the Diablo world in a panic. However, this matter was said in her mouth. It was indeed very convincing... From the perspective of the bystander, it is indeed unlikely that such a situation would occur...?

"The team you face is a team that we have internally evaluated as A-level potential. The ratings of the entire team of 'Planet Travelers' are rare adventurers above A-level. This is an evaluation made by our intelligence analysis department after they all passed the Paradise Lost trial. Especially with the ruthless character like Su Luo, if you calculate this in this way, even if my agent helps, our winning chances cannot be considered high. If you want to put this on me, you may need more convincing evidence."

"Do you need evidence?" Belier clapped his palms with preparation. A dazzling light flashed by, and Shabu's figure appeared beside the demon, "This is the witness."

Samar's heart sank. It was indeed a mistake that he did not kill her to silence her as soon as possible. He was concerned about the reaction of the Philosopher Kingdom, and believed that Belier had no power to resist, so he let Sabu leave the Diablo world. However, he didn't expect that she had quickly committed to Belier... Yes, the task he gave her was not completed, and she could no longer get benefits from her. So he finally used this relationship to help Belier perjury. In order to save his life, Belier would definitely offer her a big price...

"Uh, the instructions I received from Mr. Samar are indeed to obstruct the 'indulgent' action. I guess I don't want Miss Belier to occupy too much weight in the credit book. After all, I am collecting money and doing things, and I am forced to helpless." Shabu's face was not very good-looking. She was too damaged in the Diablo world before, and the losses of her clones and magical items were second. The most important thing was that her will was frustrated, not only was she suppressed and beaten by Su Luo and others. In the end, she was scared away by several natives, which made her life who came back to her senses very annoyed.

"I refuse to admit this false testimony!" Samar stomped his feet in anger, and a spider-web-like crack suddenly appeared on the ice lake. Some kind of snake creature seemed to be swimming under the lake surface, and the huge black shadow slowly slid under the feet of the demons. "She has been bought by you, and the testimony is not trustworthy. No matter how you argue, there is a fact that Pandora was lost in your hands. No matter what the reason is, you must pay the price! Even if you deny it thousands of times, the crime of "incompetence"... can still pull you off the ranks of the Seven Kings!"

Belier smiled, that kind of ridiculous smile.

"Do you know, Samar. I have not liked you since the first day I became the Seven Kings. It's not because of your ugliness, greed or stupidity, but because of your short-sightedness, you can't see... a bigger picture. You can't stand at a higher level and look at the problem. There is only this small piece of interest in your eyes. This is why you have never been able to surpass His Highness Azazel and cannot become a powerful person who truly enters the stage of the entire multiverse."

The master of sleep, Belier, one of the seven kings of Hell, snapped his fingers. The portal across the universe opened. Several very familiar figures of Samar stepped out of the door. The man in the lead looked around for a while, and then placed a small square in Belier's hand.

"Maybe we should wear more clothes before coming." Su Jing stepped on the ice lake with her boots, "Let's hurry up the handover ceremony. After Sadako becomes the king of hell, we still have a paradise to rush, and time is still tight."

The last figure who entered hell had a light feather that was incompatible with this world. The pure aura of light on her body made the dark king at the other end of the ice lake a little disturbed. The secretary of the sky, Metatron, tried hard to squeeze a pair of noses into his nostrils, carefully preventing himself from getting involved in any hell thing. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

PS: I don't know if anyone bet on this year's rpg game whether it is Gent 3: Rolling or Fallout 4... In short, I think the Poles are very miserable. In 2011, the Wizard 2 was hit on the ground by Bethesda's old rolling 5. When this year's Wizard 3 finally got proud, Bethesda said that Fallout 4 will be released on November 10 this year... If I were a Poles, I would go to the B Club headquarters...
Chapter completed!