Amidst flying boulders, intertwined flames and holy light, another small demon gathering place was destroyed.
Mike, who had once again collected a large number of fallen traits, turned his head to look at the increasingly unnatural little demon leading the way, and asked, "Are you deliberately taking me the long way around?"
Without road signs and surrounded by gloomy volcanic rock, it was easy for most people to get lost in such conditions.
"No, no, how would I dare to deceive you? It's just that as a low-level demon, I rarely go to the Central District…" The little demon leading the way rolled his eyes a few times before giving his explanation.
"Then keep leading the way. I want to see when I can meet Satan." Mike didn't care whether the weak little demon in front of him was lying.
At worst, it would just be a waste of some time and a chance to collect more fallen energy.
From the little demon, Mike already knew that Hell was not peaceful either.
Apart from the Central District occupied by Satan, large territories in the outer regions of Hell were also occupied by many powerful archdemons.
To contend for territory, these archdemons often waged war against each other.
Of course, besides the territories occupied by various archdemons, there were also many worthless areas in the outer regions, belonging to no-man's-lands.
The place where Mike first descended belonged to such an area.
Going back to the little demon leading the way, although he was not strong, he was a very rare intelligent demon.
He knew that as a member of Hell, if he were to bring a powerful invader to Satan in the Central District like this, he, as the guide, would surely not survive.
Therefore, he had indeed deliberately taken Mike the long way around before.
It was just a pity that the demons gathered in the outer regions were too weak to pose any obstacle to Mike.
The situation facing the little demon now was that leading the way would get him killed by Satan, while not leading the way might get him killed immediately by the human in front of him.
In his dilemma, the little demon once again chose to take a risk.
Therefore, in the subsequent journey, Mike had to fight every once in a while.
Moreover, the closer they got to the Central District, the stronger the overall strength of the demon groups they encountered became.
Of course, for Mike, these were all matters of a single sword strike, and instead, the amount of fallen energy he collected grew increasingly large.
Fighting all the way, his total energy unknowingly increased by several millions.
This made Mike feel like he was grinding a dungeon.
Finally, after a mid-level archdemon with his own territory was easily split in half by Mike's two sword strikes, the little demon responsible for leading the way resigned himself to fate.
Unable to resist his destiny, he began to seriously act as a guide.
Anyway, he was just a weak little demon, what bad intentions could he have?
...
As the number of battles decreased, Mike's speed in entering the Central District increased significantly.
Before long, he saw a majestic castle, hundreds of meters high, emerge from the dark mist in the distance.
No need to guess, that should be Satan's lair.
It's also worth mentioning that the closer they got to the Central District, the fewer volcanic rocks there were on the ground, and the roads became much smoother.
However, Mike didn't know that the commotion he had caused by fighting all the way had long been noticed by the various archdemons in the Central District.
Especially the powerful holy aura carried by the Flame Holy Sword Mike used.
It made these archdemons feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Therefore, when Mike arrived at the dark castle, a massive number of demons had gathered at the entrance, including many powerful archdemons.
Their gazes towards Mike, the invader, were extremely unfriendly, and the little demon leading the way wasn't in much better shape.
"Don't kill me… I was forced…"
Although the little demon leading the way was an intelligent demon, due to his inherent weakness, caught between a rock and a hard place, he finally went mad.
Losing his sanity, he turned and ran wildly, only wanting to leave this place.
However, before he could run far, with a "whoosh," he was impaled to the ground by a black trident.
"Human, what is your purpose in coming here?" The archdemon who had thrown the weapon and killed the traitor stepped out, blocking Mike's path.
"Excuse me, does Satan live here?" Mike asked nonchalantly, also taking the opportunity to admire the castle in front of him.
His carefree demeanor seemed to indicate he hadn't noticed the malice of the numerous demons.
"How dare you! How dare you call the Lord of Hell by his name!"
"I smell a disgusting scent on him…"
"Kill him! Kill him!!"
...
Mike's frivolous attitude made his single sentence ignite the entire scene.
Countless demons wished they could eat his flesh…
"Quiet everyone!" The archdemon who had stepped forward earlier stopped the commotion behind him, staring at the fearless human in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "So, you're here to cause trouble!!"
"Am I not being obvious enough?" Mike, carrying the Flame Holy Sword, finally turned his gaze to the demons.
But his eyes were very unfriendly, as if he were looking at an idiot.
"Big talk, let's see if you have the ability…" The archdemon waved his hand and said, "Charge! Kill this invader!"
Instantly, countless demons charged at Mike like madmen.
But before they could get close, the Holy Sword in Mike's hand became enveloped in flames, and he swung it down with immense power.
In the turbulent air, a large number of demons turned into black smoke and dispersed.
Under the trembling earth, a huge crack appeared, from which lava continuously emerged.
Then, in the gloomy sky, a vast number of glowing specks, like fireflies, suddenly appeared.
Demons lacking strength would be instantly burned to ashes upon touching these specks of light.
Amidst screams and wails, countless demons were annihilated.
"The cannon fodder has been cleared. Aren't you going to make a move yet?" Mike, enveloped in holy light, looked at the dozen or so demons who had survived, including the archdemon who had been in command earlier.
"You do have some skill, but how many times can you use an attack like that?" The archdemon, who had retrieved his black trident, shouted, "Everyone, charge with me! I don't believe he can kill all of us!"
Mike had not only used "Ground Splitter" before, but also condensed a large number of "fireflies" from holy light.
Such powerful area-of-effect attacks clearly consumed a lot of energy.
So, at the urging of the archdemon, the remaining dozen or so powerful demons once again charged at Mike.
However, they soon discovered that the archdemon, who had shouted the loudest, had secretly fled into the castle while everyone else was charging forward.
No archdemon was a fool.
With the Trident Archdemon's betrayal, Mike didn't even have to act; the remaining dozen or so archdemons were already in disarray, scattering and fleeing for their lives.
"Huh? I really can't figure you guys out." After a moment of stunned, Mike swung his Holy Sword and killed a few more slow-running archdemons.
Only when there were no more demons in sight did he swagger into Satan's castle.
"Hey, Crowley. Why are you bathing in the yard?" Mike, upon entering the castle, unexpectedly met an acquaintance here.
However, this archdemon, who had a good relationship with Raphael, looked awkward no matter how he was seen at the moment.
"Hey, Mike," Crowley, immersed in holy water, smiled and waved, "Were you fighting outside just now? That was quite a commotion."
"You're not Crowley, you're… Raphael?" Mike frowned, looking at the slightly effeminate, gentle-faced archdemon in front of him.
This was too out of place.
One should know that in Mike's impression, the archdemon Crowley had always been a man of few words, always looking cool.
What the hell was this archdemon doing, bathing in holy water while playing with a little yellow duck toy in the tub?
"How did you recognize me…?" Crowley was startled by Mike's guess, then nervously covered his mouth.
But covering his mouth now seemed a bit late.