The Bator Hell, also known as the Nine Layers of Hell. Here is the land of withering mercy, the land of kindness lost, the land of justice extinguished. Here, resentment and hostility grow vigorously, blossoming into flowers of evil and conflict, with the fruits of death feeding the inhabitants, satisfying their thirst for power.

Here, only oaths hold any binding power. However, it depends on to whom the oath is made and by what it is sworn.

The Nine Layers of Hell is home to various kinds of low-level, high-level, and noble devils, and also the domain of some evil True Gods. The residents here adhere more to order, which also means they resent the hierarchical system and rebel against it. Most devils will resort to any scheme or action—no matter how evil—to achieve promotion. They struggle relentlessly to extract more power from this world, in body and mind, to transform into higher-ranking devils. Every devil looks up to the sky, at the deep red dome, where the mark of the Devil Lord glitters. Each layer of Bator Hell has such leaders, displaying their power through cruel means, waiting to eliminate those daring to challenge or rebel. It is said that some have acquired the power of a demigod.

Today is just another ordinary day in Bator Hell, as devils while away their time in deception. Travelers from other worlds are frequent targets of their dealings. Unlike the shameless chaotic demons, the residents of Bator prefer to achieve their goals with words and wit rather than drawing weapons and engaging in bloody combat upon meeting their enemies.

A bolt of lightning tears across the sky, a common sight in the blood-red hellish world. However, some cunning devils look up to observe a startling fact—a powerful Flame Demon is falling from the high sky, desperately trying to flap its wings but unable to find any opportunity for support.

Lynch is falling alongside the Flame Demon, doing his best to restrain his opponent's movements with spells. The final spell had brought himself and this powerful being back to Bator Hell, and now he had to deal with the opponent first before considering how to leave this world.

The Flame Demon smelled the scent of danger, trying desperately to grab the Mage falling alongside it. Only by getting rid of the main culprit could it escape the control of his spells. However, Lynch constantly used illusion techniques to hide his true whereabouts, leaving the Flame Demon futilely clutching at the air multiple times.

"Splat against the ground, you clumsy fool!" At the critical moment, Lynch used the Feather Fall Technique on himself. He watched as the final destructive figure of the Flame Demon fell. A Pillar of Skulls stood up from the ground, piercing through the giant body from its back. Countless fireballs exploded in the sky, forming a bloody mist of magma and burning body fragments. Lynch only had time to use a fire protection spell before being blown aside by the air current.

In the end, it was the special ability of the Refined Gold left hand that saved Lynch's life, but it also nearly exhausted the Mage's last ounce of strength. Lying on the ground, Lynch's eyes were filled with the final death scene of the Flame Demon. It took him several hours to regain control of his muscles before slowly sitting up.

"Damn it, every decision I've made recently has been wrong." Lynch wiped the dirt from his face with his hand; he could have used a spell, but in this situation, preserving every bit of energy was crucial. "First, sending Dwarves to find Barrend, then overestimating the Dwarf King's self-control, and finally botching the spell to seal the Flame Demon, taking myself down with it. Who would have thought the Plane Synchronization spell would last so long, ending with me becoming a member of the devils."

Glancing around, he recalled what he had learned. This was his first time personally visiting Bator Hell, though Lynch had previously followed his mentor and witnessed its scenes through a Crystal Ball. Before Lynch lay a scorched, fragmented wasteland, its monotony disrupted by mountain ranges and the sloping hills of side walls. In the distance, a group of low-level devils was flying in this direction, as the bodies hung upon the Pillar of Skulls were a precious resource here.

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