Hell’s Struggle

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

In Hell’s conference hall, all the Hell Demon Kings had gathered. They were divided into two clearly distinct camps, glaring at each other with killing intent.

The kind of killing intent that wished to subject the other side to Death by a Thousand Cuts. If this were not the conference hall, the two sides would have started fighting long ago.

The leader of the camp on the right was Adam, Hell’s most handsome man. Sitting lazily in his chair, he asked, "Why are we even holding a meeting? We’re Hell Demon Kings. We should settle things with our fists."

"Adam, how many demons have died because of you these past few years? Are you going to keep fighting?"

The leader of the camp on the left was the Nightmare Lord, whose body was covered in strange patterns. He snorted coldly. "If this goes on, Hell itself will be smashed to pieces."

"So what if it gets smashed to pieces? This is Hell. If you don’t have the guts, surrender already. Stop talking nonsense."

Adam cursed. Over the years, he had continually fought across Hell and achieved brilliant results. More than half of Hell now belonged to him, while the remaining half belonged to the Nightmare Alliance formed by the Nightmare Lord.

The Nightmare Lord had extensive connections and had invited quite a few demon gods to assist in Hell. That was why Adam had never managed to take down the Nightmare Alliance.

Behind Adam, the Demon Dragon Lord shouted, "That’s right! If you don’t have the guts, surrender already, you bunch of cowards."

"You’re the cowards, aren’t you? You actually submitted to a human wearing demon skin."

The Stone Lord retorted. He was referring to Adam. After all these years, everyone already knew where Adam’s loyalties lay.

Seeing that the two sides were about to erupt into another argument, the Nightmare Lord said, "Stop arguing. Adam, if we keep fighting like this, both sides will only suffer. Let’s settle this another way. Whoever wins becomes Satan."

Adam asked, "What way?"

"Simple. We’ll each gather fear on Earth. Whoever gathers more wins."

The Nightmare Lord said, "Hell’s Will will bear witness. No one may go back on their word."

Adam sneered. "Gather fear on Earth? Do you think I’d agree to that?"

"You have to agree, Adam. You are part of Hell, not a human."

The Nightmare Lord said, "If you refuse, not only will we not let you go, Hell’s Will won’t let you go either."

As the Nightmare Lord spoke, Hell’s Will suddenly trembled. Clearly, it supported the Nightmare Lord’s proposal.

Hell’s Will had given Wang Bert benefits in order to draw him into Hell, not to give endlessly without conditions. Now, its patience had run out. It was forcing Wang Bert to choose: Hell or Earth.

If Wang Bert still chose Earth, it would take back everything it had given Adam, including his position as a Hell Lord.

What could be given could naturally be taken back.

"So it’s finally time to lay the cards on the table."

Adam laughed and said to the Satan Throne above, "You handle this. It’s time to deal with Hell, this nuisance, once and for all."

The Nightmare Lord glanced at the throne and asked with a frown, "Who are you talking to? There’s no one on the throne."

"Idiot."

The moment the Nightmare Lord finished speaking, a voice rang out from the Satan Throne. Everyone turned and saw Earth Guardian Wang Bert sitting on the throne, yawning as though he had not yet woken up.

"Blood God!"

All the Hell Lords cried out in alarm. The Blood God had actually descended into Hell himself and was even sitting on the Satan Throne.

"The Satan Throne is sacred and inviolable. All Hell Lords, join me in killing the Blood God."

The Nightmare Lord stood and shouted. Other than Satan, no one could sit on the Satan Throne. This was Hell’s rule. If anyone violated it, all Hell Lords would tear them apart together.

"Kill!"

The Hell Lords of the Nightmare Alliance shouted in unison, their eyes filled with terrifying killing intent. Meanwhile, the Hell Lords in Adam’s camp all turned to look at Adam, waiting for his decision.

Adam ignored his subordinates and asked Wang Bert, "What did you do last night? Why are you so tired?"

"The Sovereign High Priest visited Earth, so I hosted her."

Wang Bert said, "An entire diplomatic delegation. It exhausted me to death, but it couldn’t be helped. I’m Earth’s ambassador. It’s part of my duty."

Adam complained, "Why do I feel like you’re getting more and more sleazy? Shouldn’t you be getting more and more dignified?"

"This is called being popular. What do you know? Besides, at my level, do I need to care what others think of me?"

Wang Bert propped his feet up on the table and said, "A true big shot does whatever he wants. There’s no need to pretend."

"Adam, are you really going to betray Hell?"

Seeing Wang Bert and Adam chatting endlessly while he was left aside, the Nightmare Lord flew into a rage and shouted his question. At the same time, Hell’s Will trembled repeatedly, expressing its dissatisfaction with Adam and Wang Bert.

Adam shrugged and said to Wang Bert, "You deal with it."

"Don’t worry. From today onward, Hell will no longer be a threat."

Wang Bert’s expression turned serious as he looked down at all the Hell Demon Kings and asked, "Adam will become Satan. Who supports this, and who opposes it?"

"Dream on! Adam is a traitor to Hell. No matter who becomes Satan, it won’t be him. Blood God, today, both you and him will die here."

The Nightmare Lord shouted. He knew the Blood God was powerful, but with the strength of all Hell gathered together, even the Blood God would have to kneel.

That was right, all of Hell. Hell’s Will could dissolve Hell contracts, which meant Adam’s subordinates would betray him.

"Honestly, why can’t you just talk things out? Why do you have to make me lose my temper?"

Wang Bert shook his head and pointed at the Nightmare Lord. All the blood in his body immediately went berserk, wildly spraying from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

The Nightmare Lord was shocked and hurriedly suppressed his own blood. At the same time, he used his mental power to tug at Wang Bert’s soul, trying to drag him into a dream.

But to the Nightmare Lord’s shock, Wang Bert’s soul was as steady as a mountain. He could not affect it at all and instead suffered backlash, leaving his mind dizzy.

By the time the Nightmare Lord recovered, all his blood had already flown out of his body. Then, the blood formed another Nightmare Lord, who said coldly to him, "From now on, I am the true Nightmare Lord."

"What did you say?"

Although all his blood was gone, the Nightmare Lord was not dead. He shouted in fury and summoned a gigantic monster with his mental power. One enormous foot came crashing down toward the Blood Nightmare, blotting out the sky.

This was the Nightmare Lord’s special ability, Dream Materialization. Simply put, it allowed him to summon things from dreams into reality to fight.

Without this ability, how could the Nightmare Lord have become the leader of the alliance?

"Sorry, I can do this too."

The Blood Nightmare snorted and summoned a blood monster almost identical to the other one.

Immediately afterward, the blood monster pounced and knocked the opposing monster to the ground. The tremendous impact shook the entire hall.

"How is that possible?"

The Nightmare Lord stared in disbelief. At that moment, he sensed the other side tugging at his mental power. He snorted and entered the dream together with him.

The Blood Nightmare looked around at the dreamlike surroundings and nodded in satisfaction. "This place is nice. It’s mine now."

The Dream Realm was a highly unusual Hell. Here, the Nightmare Lord possessed immense authority. He sneered. "You actually dared enter the Dream Realm with me. You’re courting death."

As he spoke, the Nightmare Lord clapped his hands, and endless nightmares appeared around them, completely surrounding the Blood Nightmare.

"Sorry, this is my Dream Realm, not yours."

The Blood Nightmare chuckled and snapped his fingers. All the nightmares were stained blood-red and turned to stare at the Nightmare Lord with savage expressions.

"That’s impossible! Why do you have authority over the Dream Realm?"

The Nightmare Lord shouted in disbelief. The Blood Nightmare said, "Because I am you. I have everything you have, while you don’t have everything I have. So you’ve already lost."

The Blood Nightmare laughed loudly and charged forward with endless nightmares, surrounding and attacking the Nightmare Lord together.

In the conference hall, seeing the Nightmare Lord and Blood Nightmare enter the Dream Realm, the other lords immediately laughed. In the Dream Realm, the Nightmare Lord was nearly invincible, on the level of a god.

Unfortunately, the Demon Kings celebrated too soon. Just moments later, countless wounds appeared on the Nightmare Lord’s body.

This was dream feedback into reality.

The Demon Kings were stunned. "How could this happen? The Nightmare Lord is actually losing to his opponent in the place where he’s strongest?"

"You’ll soon find out why the Nightmare Lord is losing."

Wang Bert smiled faintly. The blood in the bodies of all Demon Kings in the Nightmare Alliance simultaneously went out of control, spraying from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

Though the Demon Kings desperately tried to suppress their blood, it was useless. Before long, the blood around them formed one Blood Demon King after another, all staring coldly at them.

The concept of blood—Blood Puppets.

These were no ordinary puppets. Not only did they possess all the power of their original bodies, they also possessed all their authority.

More importantly, Wang Bert could strengthen the Blood Puppets with his own power at any time.

Wang Bert said calmly, "Surrender, or end up like the Nightmare Lord."

The Demon Kings would not admit defeat so easily. One Demon King sneered. "Blood God, you are indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, can you truly surpass Hell’s Will?"

"Blood God, this is Hell. It’s not your place to run wild. Hell’s Will will not let you off."

"That’s right, Hell’s Will won’t let you off."

The other Demon Kings shouted as well. At that moment, Hell’s Will trembled violently. Adam relayed, "Hell’s Will wants you to leave Hell. Otherwise, it will use the power of all Hell against you."

"I expected this."

Wang Bert said to the void, "Make Adam Satan, or I will destroy Hell."

Hell’s Will flew into a rage and instantly stripped Adam of his position as a Hell Lord. At the same time, all the contracts Adam had signed with the Hell Lords became invalid.

The Demon Dragon Lord’s eyes lit up as he immediately roared at Adam, "You traitor! I’ve disliked you for a long time. Today, I will eliminate you for Hell."

"That’s right, we’ll eliminate you for Hell."

The other lords shouted as well. They had all been beaten into submission by Adam, so naturally they had no loyalty to him.

Only the Succubus Lord hesitated. Don’t misunderstand; it was not because she had fallen for Adam’s pretty face. She simply felt that Adam and the Blood God could not possibly be that foolish.

That was the Blood God, the Blood God who had become an Ancient God in such a short time.

The other Hell Lords did not think that much. Their faces were filled with mockery as they laughed at Wang Bert and Adam for overestimating themselves and daring to oppose Hell’s Will.

Hell’s Will represented the strength of all Hell. Even the Creator God would not dare underestimate it.

"So we still have to fight after all. Fine, let’s fight."

Wang Bert snapped his fingers. Apart from the Succubus Lord, massive amounts of blood simultaneously poured from the bodies of the Hell Lords in Adam’s camp, completely wrapping them up.

The Hell Lords wanted to resist, but for some reason, they had no strength at all. Soon, all of them were dyed red and turned into Wang Bert’s Blood Puppets.

"A bunch of idiots."

Adam sneered disdainfully. He had secretly planted methods in these Hell Lords long ago.

The Succubus Lord was both shocked and relieved. Good thing she had not betrayed him immediately, or she would have ended up like them.

The fate of the Demon Dragon Lord and the others left the Demon Kings both shocked and furious. The many-eyed Demon King thought of something and shouted, "Blood God, so what if you control them? Without the enhancement of Hell Power, they are nothing."

"Why so much nonsense? Just fight."

Wang Bert cursed impatiently. The next moment, the Blood Puppets all lunged at the remaining Hell Demon Kings, and battle erupted instantly.

Hell’s Will was truly enraged. It poured massive amounts of Hell Power into the bodies of those Hell Demon Kings.

The Demon Kings’ strength surged instantly. Although they were outnumbered by the Blood Puppets two to one, their combat power was not inferior in the slightest.

Wang Bert smiled disdainfully and raised a hand. A huge pillar of spatial light shot from the Main Universe through Hell, crashing down into the conference hall with a thunderous boom.

Immediately afterward, massive amounts of Cosmic Power surged from the pillar of spatial light and entered the Blood Puppets’ bodies. The Blood Puppets’ power abruptly soared, and within several exchanges, they tore apart and devoured a Demon King.

"So what if it’s Hell Power? Can it compare to Cosmic Power?"

Wang Bert sneered. "Hell’s Will, I gave you respect and you refused it. Don’t blame me for slapping you in the face."

To be honest, Hell’s Will was somewhat stunned. How could the Blood God be this powerful? He could even break through Hell’s barrier.

Hell’s Will did not know that over the past three months, Wang Bert had devoured six Space Stones. He was now far stronger than before.

Without some ability, how would Wang Bert dare cause such havoc in Hell?

Hell’s Will naturally would not admit defeat easily. While continuing to pour Hell Power into the Demon Kings, it opened Space Channels and summoned Ancient Gods connected to Hell.

For example, Serpent God Set, the Crimson God, and the Eye Demon. They had all spent time in Hell and carried Hell’s aura.

Hell’s Will offered its terms. "Kill the Blood God, and I will give each of you several layers of Hell."

"I’d kill the Blood God even without your reward."

Serpent God Set grinned as a projection thousands of meters long suddenly appeared in Hell.

"Blood God, you are worth fighting."

The Crimson God did not reject the summoning. His enormous body crashed into Hell with a boom. As for the Eye Demon, its eye rolled around before it descended as well.

Hell’s Will was not stingy. Once the three Ancient Gods descended, it immediately granted them massive amounts of Hell Power, as though Hell Power cost nothing.

To be honest, Hell’s Will was truly furious. Since the birth of the universe, no one had ever dared act so arrogantly in Hell.

"You three again."

Wang Bert smiled. "For the sake of old acquaintance, leave. Don’t sacrifice a projection for nothing."

"Blood God, you really are arrogant."

Serpent God Set sneered. "This is Hell, not the Main Universe. You don’t receive as much enhancement here as we do. And it’s three against one. No matter how you look at it, you’re doomed to die."

"Do you know that I’m so strong now that even I am a little afraid of myself?"

Wang Bert sighed. "To me, everyone below the Creator God is an ant."

Adam quietly reminded him, "Hey, Blood God, that was a bit too much."

Wang Bert asked in confusion, "How was it too much? I’m telling the truth. I’m really strong now. Beating them is like beating grandchildren."

Adam said with an angry expression, "Why are you telling such blunt truths? Don’t they have any pride?"

The three Ancient Gods were enraged. They charged at Wang Bert together, causing the entire space to shake. Wang Bert could not be bothered to act personally. With a wave of his hand, three majestic figures appeared in the conference hall simultaneously.