Archdemon

Seeing this, Huo Ling's heart beat faster.

Asmodeus raised the scepter in his hand.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the center of the world, and he became extremely powerful from having no breath.

Asmodeus said slowly: "Confer... Huo Ling as the Duke of Purgatory Avernus!"

The next moment, countless rule powers were stimulated from the scepter, and a dazzling light fell on Huo Ling.

At this moment, he seemed to be directly filled with rule power, and countless Purgatory rules became simple at this moment, as if within reach.

The last time he felt this way was when he was sacrificing the Purgatory Will.

Huo Ling's consciousness was instantly attracted by the power brought by this conferment. At this moment, he felt that he didn't need to leave at all, and he seemed to be able to advance on the spot.

The rules and power brought by the title conferred by Asmodeus just became the final step to help Huo Ling break through.

Asmodeus also noticed this scene. He smiled and said, "You are lucky. You don't need to salute. Just comprehend and get promoted as soon as possible. The Nine Hells and Avernus need a duke like you."

After hearing this vaguely, Huo Ling was completely relieved. He didn't care about the rules anymore.

He immersed his consciousness in cultivation. As the palace where Asmodeus received an audience, the guards were strong and there would be no blind people to affect Huo Ling.

Asmodeus quickly left with his guards. Only the regular guards and Huo Ling who was immersed in cultivation were left in the hall.

The guards in the hall, who were motionless like puppets, looked at Huo Ling who was wrapped in the huge power of rules with envy in their eyes.

This is a duke. Even at the peak of power in the Nine Hells, there are not many dukes here.

...

Huo Ling, who was immersed in cultivation, couldn't care about the thoughts of those guards.

In this palace, Huo Ling's breath was constantly surging, and a bottom-level purgatory rule was mastered by Huo Ling.

The next moment, his legendary level was raised again, reaching the twelfth legendary level.

The legendary enhancement still chose to strengthen the soul.

Huo Ling in the palace slowly opened his eyes, and with just a thought, he had calculated the time he had practiced here.

At this time, more than two months had passed since he met Asmodeus to accept the title of Duke.

He slowly stretched his body, and there was a crackling sound all over his body. This time, the improvement was not only in the soul, but also in the physical strength.

Huo Ling let out a long breath. This promotion was beyond his expectations. Such a rare benefit, even Huo Ling couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Looking at his already somewhat untidy clothes, Huo Ling smiled lightly, then looked around the whole palace, and walked out.

Rules are made for the lower, and what the upper needs to do is to enjoy the benefits brought by rules and systems.

When he came, Huo Ling was just a small earl, so he needed to follow those cumbersome rules and strictly enforce them.

But now the situation has reversed. He is already a distinguished duke, and those cumbersome rules can no longer override Huo Ling.

After leaving the palace, Huo Ling no longer stayed in Malshem, but flew away directly.

Compared with the previous time, Huo Ling's speed is much faster now.

When he came, he needed to ask for the appropriate coordinates to the next level of purgatory, but now he doesn't need to, he can teleport away directly.

It didn't take Huo Ling too long on this journey. As the Duke of Purgatory, his existence is already a small group at the top of the pyramid in the Purgatory Devil Society.

With such a powerful existence, naturally no villains in Purgatory would dare to come out and cause trouble.

He quickly rushed out of the ninth level of Purgatory Nessus and came to the eighth level of Ice Purgatory Carnia.

Then he left here and walked up the Purgatory layer by layer.

He had no intention of meeting other Lords, as the strength of these devil Lords was too high.

Going to meet them might not bring any benefits, but potential risks were inevitable.

So Huo Ling quickened his pace and soon arrived at Dis in the second level of Purgatory.

In this steel city, Huo Ling temporarily slowed down his pace.

He was thinking that if he went back to Avernus now, he might have to directly enter the Bronze Fortress to participate in the war.

Although Bayer promised Huo Ling that he could interrupt the garrison and choose to return to the spirit world to handle affairs.

But even if he promised, he still had to wait for the time being to get away.It depends on whether Bayer allows it.

So Huo Ling planned to return to the spirit world from Dis first, and then return to Avernus after all the affairs in the spirit world were arranged.

So Huo Ling stopped in a steel building, set up a concealment array in one of the rooms, and let all the nearby demons ignore this room.

He took out the door of the half plane, and then stepped in.

Back to his own half plane, Huo Ling was relaxed a little, this is his warm harbor.

Huo Ling first checked the recovery of the will of the half plane, and found that it recovered well, so he cut another part, enough to make another half plane door.

Then he inspected his golem army. These gold-level and sanctuary-level golems are the basic guards of the half plane.

He also maintained the defense array of the half plane to prevent the defense of this half plane from having problems during his absence.

Finally, he came to the Tree of the Dead.

This tree of the dead has been planted for some years, and now it is growing very luxuriantly in the demiplane.

Huo Ling's hand gently touched the tall tree.

"Father......" The consciousness of the tree of the dead whispered softly.

The entire tree of the dead was swaying its branches and leaves, as if it was cheering and jumping for joy.

Huo Ling looked at this scene in surprise. He didn't expect that the tree of the dead could really give birth to unique wisdom like the tree of life.

In this way, this tree of the dead can also be regarded as a special kind of life.

Huo Ling smiled slightly at the fact that the tree of the dead called him father, because there was actually nothing wrong with calling him that.

The fruit of the tree of the dead was grown from Huo Ling's world tree of death, and the world tree of death itself was also a part of Huo Ling.

Looking at his alternative son, Huo Ling reached out and gently tapped his body, and the magic entered the trunk, feeling the growth of the tree.