Coupled with the impassioned explanation of the Deceiver Demon, anyone will inevitably feel their blood boiling and have a strong tendency to violence in their hearts.

As for the death race, you don’t need to ask to know that it must be a racing car, and it is also a prop race that can be modified at will.

Without exception, these racing cars are made of oil.

But the owner doesn't know that the cool vehicle he spent a lot of money to buy is actually conscious and can take over ultimate control at any time.

This also provides considerable convenience for manipulating the results of the game.

In order to reflect fairness, the organizing committee will evaluate each participant's vehicle and then divide it into different levels based on speed, defense and attack power.

When the race starts, all cars will start instantly and run on a special track surrounding the city.

During this process, they not only have to be wary of obstacles and traps set by the organizers at all times, but they also have to avoid attacks from competitors, or take the initiative to kill someone they don't like.

Many mortal adventurers and mercenaries whose civilization level was stuck in the Middle Ages or even the slightly better Renaissance period had never seen such an exciting performance and were immediately deeply attracted by it.

In order to compete and place bets, some people even sold all their magic items and signed a devil's contract, just so that they could have a shiny oil chariot to compete and win the crazy high prize money at the end.<

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However, it is not ruled out that some lunatics simply want to have fun.

No one can refuse the intense excitement of traveling at lightning speed and walking on the edge of death.

The Unlimited Killing Championship is equivalent to a real-life chicken eating contest.

The devil responsible for organizing this event will throw hundreds of unarmed contestants into a specially designed ruins, small town, forest, swamp, mountain or jungle terrain.

Let them search for weapons, potions, scrolls and magic items inside, and then fight each other to determine the final winner.

Because everything is full of uncertainty and randomness, the responses of the contestants are also extremely real, so it is also well received by the residents.

The Earl of Hell—Lonnier also lived up to Zuo Si’s expectations.

A large number of high, middle and low-end restaurant chains and the "Gluttony Barrier" he has set up make it very easy for everyone who comes to the ninth level of hell to feel hungry.

Coupled with the desire amplification ability of the lust-obsessed waiter, it usually takes a month or two to turn a muscular warrior into a fat man who can't even walk without breathing.

Ubiquitous temptation, desire, indulgence, and depravity fill every corner of this city.

In this way, the lust demon created by Zuo Si uses subtle means to continuously amplify the desires of all mortals and fallen souls, allowing them to easily break through the moral bottom line inadvertently.

Some of the fallen souls who were worried about whether they would suffer terrible torture after signing the contract quickly sank after experiencing the joy brought by these extreme indulgences. All they could think about was how to get faster and get more in the future.

Break the law and get money under the rules.

Otherwise, once the experience card expires, the sense of loss and pain caused by losing entertainment will be enough to drive them into madness.

"Dear Lord, here is the information about the high-level devils who came to you from other levels recently.

Relying on the advertising effect of using Egres last time, you are now known as the most benevolent, generous, generous and magnanimous lord in the entire hell.

Of course, there are also many devils who affectionately call you the prince or prince of hell.

Maybe you should consider giving yourself a title to distinguish yourself from other level lords.

Personally, I think the prince sounds better.

And it can also make outsiders have unlimited reverie, thinking that Asmodeus will give you Princess Gracia as the princess in the future, thus indirectly controlling the sixth level."

Gramir, who was wearing a low-cut shirt, short skirt, black stockings and high heels, placed a thick stack of documents filled with purgatory words on the table, faithfully performing her duties as the lord's exclusive secretary.

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders without looking back: "It doesn't matter, just arrange it as you want. I don't care about any of this anyway. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, what did you arrange for Egres after he came back from his mission?"

What kind of job?"

The Pleasure Demon pursed his lips and said with a chuckle: "I arranged for him to be the Palace Intelligence Director.

Of course, this is an internal term. Externally, we generally call him a diplomatic ambassador.

He himself likes this job very much and is actively using various means to place spies in the palaces of other lords, and has achieved some results so far.

If you are willing, you will immediately learn about Princess Gracia's relationships with demons and mortals in recent weeks, as well as the conflict that broke out between Lady Fierna and her father, Archduke Bilaire.

However, our intelligence network is still very weak and is not enough to investigate the spies currently lurking on the ninth level."

"This is not urgent.

Anyway, I don’t have any conflict of interest with the lords from other levels, so we can just keep the current status of keeping things in check.

It's you.

You must feel very sad when you learn that the relationship between your mother and father is getting worse and worse, right?"

With that said, Zuo Si turned around and walked straight to his secretary, staring at the other person's lavender eyes that were always flashing with endless temptation and joy.

But Gramir spread his hands indifferently: "No, I don't care what their relationship will be like in the end. After all, from the moment I was sent here as a gift, I am yours.

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As he spoke, the pleasure demon raised his head and exuded amazing attraction, as if he was hinting at something or sending out some kind of invitation.

"If one day, you need to make a choice between your parents, who do you want to win?" Zuo Si continued to ask calmly.

"Of course it's my mother. At least she gave birth to and raised me, and she also taught me the rules of survival in hell. I don't understand why you suddenly ask this?"

There was doubt in Gramiel's eyes.

"Here, take a look at this. After reading it, you may understand."

Zuo Si smiled half-heartedly and handed over a note he was holding.

At the moment of seeing it, Gramir's pupils quickly dilated, narrowed, and then dilated again. His body and hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his face revealed an expression of shock and disbelief.

The content of the note is very simple, that is, Ms. Ferna hopes that Zuo Si can use her daughter to perform an evil and terrifying magic ritual, and curse Archduke Bilaire at the cost of sacrificing his blood, life and soul to ensure that he will live in the future for a long time.

fall into weakness within a period of time.

Sacrifice yourself?!

Gramil suddenly felt trapped in boundless darkness, fear and despair.

She seemed to finally understand why her mother had always forbidden her to have an overly close relationship with any devil, even if she was promoted to a pleasure devil, she still remained a virgin.

It turns out that in the eyes of Ms. Philna, her daughter is just a tool used to deal with her father at critical moments, an expensive consumable.

"How about it, do you now know why I asked those questions just now?"

Zuo Si instantly lit the note on fire and threw it into the air, burning it in just two or three seconds.

There is no doubt that the political struggle in hell is extremely cruel.

Except for the lord at the top of the pyramid, the other devils are just pawns and ants.

Even the children of lords are often just puppets of their parents.

In this regard, we can get a glimpse of it from Asmodeus's treatment of his daughter Gracia.

The Hell Princess first appeared as a rebel.

She denounced her father and refused to recognize the Lord of Hell's absolute control over Baator Hell. In order to overthrow it, she even did not hesitate to form an alliance with Maman, the lord of the third level, and even became the latter's lover.
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But after the great purge, Gracia's attitude immediately made a 180-degree turn. Not only did she immediately abandon Maman and swear allegiance to her father, but she also replaced the hag countess as the sixth level.

Lord.

With this series of changes, it is hard not to think that the Princess of Hell is actually a spy that Asmodeus deliberately planted beside Maman in order to collect information about all the lords who intend to launch a rebellion, and finally kill them all.

As for how Asmodeus manipulates his daughter, others still don’t know.

But one thing can be confirmed.

In front of the Lord of Hell, a political novice like Gracia can't hide any secrets.

In the same way, Ms. Philna was initially just a puppet pushed up by her father. The latter's purpose was only to keep the power in her hands from being weakened with the loss of the position of lord.

But the problem is that Ms. Philna is obviously smarter and knows how to use her beauty and title of nominal lord to slowly win over and form her own power.

She is not willing to be a puppet, but wants to find ways to seize power from Grand Duke Bilaire and become a real lord.

In Gramiel's eyes, Ms. Philna's image has always been that of a cunning woman who is elegant, sleek, sexy, full of strong personal charm, and never expresses her true inner thoughts easily.

At the same time, it is also the goal that she has always admired, longed for and studied.

But now, after realizing that he was just a secret weapon used by his mother to deal with his father, the pleasure demon's psychological defense collapsed instantly.

It felt like being betrayed by the most trusted relative, with anger mixed with sadness.

If she hadn't been born with strong emotional control, she would have screamed and shed tears.

"Now you understand why Ms. Fierna and I formed an alliance, and why did she send you here?"

Zuo Si sprinkled a handful of salt with chili powder on the other party's wounds in an emotionless tone.

A sad smile appeared on Gramir's beautiful face: "Of course. Are you telling me this now to immediately respond to my mother's request to pronounce my fate?"

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, on the contrary, I am going to give you a choice. Choose the person you want to support between Ms. Ferna and Archduke Bilaire."

"I don't understand what you mean..."

Gramir felt a little confused.
To be continued...