"Since you've already found out, there's no need for me to say more." The black-robed mage stood up, dry fingers rubbing the cover of the historical book: "This will be our last meeting in Hell. Next time, I will seek you out with a new identity. Also, as long as you live long enough, you'll find your way home."

"Then, farewell." Lynch nodded, watching the black-robed mage disappear into the dense fog until even his Eye of Insight could no longer capture the figure.

"That's it, I've got enough. Except for one thing..." Lynch took some time to organize the demon entrails he had collected, those truly belonging to the Snake Demon had exceeded a thousand. The five thousand he had initially mentioned was purely to mislead the hags. Once the fog cleared, he could leave here safely.

But things never develop ideally. When the fog dispersed, a group of hags and devils had surrounded Lynch's tent.

Eryies rubbed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering incessantly. Under the scrutiny of a group of Abyss Demons, her body trembled slightly. It wasn't out of fear, but rather she used this action to hide the smile in her heart.

Lynch displayed a look of surprise, staring at the tall Refining Demon leading the group. Even among the most powerful species of devils, the mage opposite him was considered outstanding. Unlike ordinary devils, the exquisite chainmail and sturdy Dragon Leather completely covered his body's vulnerabilities, and the special black necklace around his neck and the huge Inlaid Great Axe in his hand were definitely top-notch magic items.

Abyss Demons equipped like this were impossible to be anyone else in the fortress of the Grey Ruins; it could only be Banaya Grand Duke. Lynch hadn't seen this devil before but had heard many tales about him: cruel, irritable but not impulsive, easily angered but always responding to provocation with deep thought. No witnesses could prove he killed those opponents, but everyone knew those miserable corpses were Banaya Grand Duke's handiwork.

"Oh! Hello, another day of blood battle." Lynch pretended not to know the guy in front of him and instead moved a large basket out of the tent. "Here to pick up goods again, ladies?" the mage said to the hags.

"It's him, it's him!" The hag shrieked, her hoarse, withered voice like a death-boding crow. "He fooled the Devil Duke's army, leaving them to face tragic death alone. Oh, Banaya Grand Duke, think of your warriors, their blood is no longer red on their bodies but has turned gray—that's the color of despair, that's the curse left after being deceived!"

"I don't understand what you're saying, old witch!" Lynch took a step forward, pointing at the hag: "The goods I gave you are right here, quickly hand over what I need!"

"Shut up, you human!" Banaya stood up, flames suddenly erupting from his body, colors so vivid that even the Grey Ruins dared not directly face that brilliance. The surrounding hags and devils retreated one after another, as the scorching heat threatened to incinerate their bodies, turning them to ash.

A white halo emanated around Lynch's body, completely isolating the flames outside. He picked up a metal ring from the basket and tossed it to the Abyss Demon. As if unbothered by the threat in front of him, he said, "Take a look at the quality of these items yourself, Banaya Grand Duke!"

The less the mage seemed to care, the more the Abyss Demon found him hard to deal with. The life and death of demonic soldiers were of little significance to the Grand Duke, and even the victory or defeat of the blood battle itself did not interest him. The right or wrong between the mage and the hags didn't require a fair trial. All the Grand Duke wanted was a little amusement in his day-to-day repetitive life; he merely sought targets to vent his anger. As for who it was on, it didn't matter at all.

The mage knew this and guessed that the hags would use Banaya Grand Duke to deal with him. Compared to the souls fallen in battle, a powerful mage tormented by devils was a finer delicacy. Especially this mage nearing the realization of his goals, that despair was a natural seasoning. Lynch had long prepared a batch of genuine magic items, effective everywhere, even on the burning skin of the Abyss Demon.

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