Archdemon

After Huo Ling came to Malshem, he did not waste too much time.

He quickly found the devil government affairs department here and began to submit for review one by one.

Even if he had the recommendation of Bayer, the temporary replacement of the first-level Grand Lord of Avernus, the necessary procedures could not be omitted at all.

The advancement of one department after another, passing through huge offices, and conducting intrigues with one devil after another.

Local specialties flowed from Huo Ling's hands and entered the hands of these devil officials.

All the procedures here are much more than the government affairs procedures that Huo Ling has experienced in his life.

From what clothes to wear, to what documents to bring, what to say, what tone to use when speaking, and what words to use.

How much distance each step takes, what should be done every day in Malshem.

In Malshem, there are strict restrictions on how many breaths you breathe every day, how much magic power you absorb, and even how many devils you see every day.

This is a strict and meticulous order. If one of them is violated, the previous process will be sent back and started over. Even if Huo Ling stuffed in local specialties, the result would be the same.

Here, Huo Ling learned all kinds of political means, all kinds of political skills and means that he had never heard of or thought of.

Even many officials were taken away by other devil officials when they met Huo Ling or after they met Huo Ling.

The promotion of devils is a common phenomenon here, and similarly, the demotion of devils can often be seen here.

Every demoted devil will make a pitiful wail.

And the corresponding is the grinning of his former subordinates or the leaders who demoted him.

This is the ultimate order, the flower of order blooms here, and the devils here are even more order-oriented than the gods in heaven.

Of course, this is also the ultimate evil. As long as the crime is not discovered, there is no crime.

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After spending more than a year, Huo Ling finally got to see the Lord of the Nine Hells, the Eternal Lord of Nessus: Asmodeus!

This name, to Huo Ling, was just the name of a powerful devil, but now, Huo Ling truly understands the weight of this name.

There is no way, the more than a year of waiting is really a torture for Huo Ling.

After going through all this, Huo Ling realized how inferior his political methods were in the past.

Only then did he realize that many of his previous ideas and experience in governing the country were so scarce.

The devils of Nessus gave Huo Ling a hard lesson.

Of course, the cost of the class was also extremely shocking. Huo Ling took out a lot of local specialties, which were Huo Ling's tuition.

Following behind a great devil marquis, Huo Ling took the same steps and walked forward.

He maintained the form of a dragon man, wearing the special clothes of the devils, and moved forward meticulously.

Every step was so steady, every step was the same distance, not a single centimeter off.

Even every wrinkle on his clothes, every swing of his clothes when he walked, had strict regulations in the order of these devil officials.

Even those devil officials could turn out a whole book as tall as a person to explain the length, height, and origin of the amplitude of a wrinkle on the clothes and the reasons for doing so.

Huo Ling's eyes were passionate, but behind this passion was a deep numbness.

I'm afraid anyone who experienced all this would not be happy.

Finally, after walking 6,666 steps, passing through 66 portals, and crossing 666 doors, Huo Ling came to one of the 100 huge palaces in Malshem.

After arriving here, the great devil marquis turned around like a puppet and said to Huo Ling in the most standard and consistent tone:

"Count Huo Ling, please wait here. His Majesty will come to receive your audience when he is free!"

Huo Ling also saluted with the most standard etiquette, thanked the marquis for leading the way, and said: "Yes, sir."

Then, in this empty hall, Huo Ling just stood here.

This hall is very wide, with complicated decorations on the thick pillars.

The decorations on each pillar are the same, and dim candles are burning on the candlesticks.

Every candlestick here is made of the head of the Balor Flame Demon. I don't know how these demons who use the burning explosion to blow themselves into pieces when they die have a whole head left here.

Inside the candlelight are twisted souls, they are in pain, their souls were burned by the candlelight. The whole process was cruel, evil, and painful.

Under the pillars of the hall, under each pillar, stood six tall upper demons, all of whom were deep hell refiners at the sanctuary stage.

And the closer the guards were to the throne in front, the stronger they were. Even the six in the front were legendary deep hell refiners.

These deep hell refiners stood silently in the hall. If they did not breathe every once in a while, Huo Ling would doubt whether they were the most brilliant statues.

Every six magic days, these guards would rotate, and the same guards, the same height, and the same powerful deep hell refiners would walk in from outside the palace.

Both sides were rotating, and no guard spoke during the whole process, and no deep hell refiner would look at anything that did not conform to the rules.

Similarly, Huo Ling did not change at all during the whole waiting process.

He did not speak, did not talk, and remained motionless, as if everything was exactly the same as when he came in.

Even breathing, Huo Ling was following the rules set by the etiquette officer, meticulously completing all the rules without any transgression.

The long wait made Huo Ling's heart grow grass, which made him feel that he still lacked some self-control.

I don't know what the reason is for such a wait, but Huo Ling did not dare to be dissatisfied at all. If he worked so hard for so long, he would be kicked out just because of his non-standard action. That would be troublesome.

Finally, after Huo Ling waited for more than three months and experienced the guards changing shifts in the palace again and again, he finally waited for the person he was waiting for.

Teams of stronger guards entered the hall, and the armor they wore was more gorgeous. Almost every armor piece and every enchanted rune was symmetrical.

These devil guards, who could not find any imperfections in their bodies, were all legends.

And there were sixty-six such legends!