Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 938 - 346: The Three Giants of the Devil Alliance

Chapter 938: Chapter 346: The Three Giants of the Devil Alliance

In a dark corner of Hell, poison, blood, and darkness converged, creating a bizarre and eerie landscape.

To the north, mountain ranges spread endlessly, with high mountains and low valleys tangled in disorder. The purple miasma spread like ghosts, enshrouding the entire forest in a hazy and ominous glow.

The trees were tall and twisted, lush with leaves yet exuding a gloomy chill.

The branches seemed to be contorted by some invisible force, showing strange postures. Under the corrosion of the miasma, the serrated leaves turned a deep purple, with the tips secreting a viscous purple poison that, upon falling to the ground, merged into the soil, collecting in low-lying valleys to form deep pools or rivers.

The ruler of this territory was the Abyssal Spider Queen Martia, influenced by her power, all the demonic creatures in her domain were spider-like poisonous bugs.

Martia was once a familiar of the Lord of Lust, her lower half that of a spider and her upper half a bewitchingly beautiful woman. After setting up her own domain, she gained the qualification to create her own familiars, thus the high-ranking familiars loyal to the Abyssal Spider Queen bore a striking resemblance to her.

To the west, a deep and somber forest shrouded in darkness, where ceaseless darkness seemed to devour the entire forest, making every living being feel the oppressive and heavy atmosphere.

Influenced by the dark power, the trees were like towering dark specters reaching into the clouds, leaves intermingling to form an impervious dome.

The lord of this territory was called the Night Monarch Setoras. His familiars were mostly birdlike, powerful and possessing a vast territory, he was one of the top devils in Hell aside from the Seven Demon Lords.

To the southeast lay a boundless crimson world.

The ocean here didn’t churn with ordinary waves but rather thick, boiling blood. Its tumultuous surging dyed the dark clouds overhead, as if it had its own life and will, wildly exuding rage and fear.

The creatures living in this blood sea were covered in tough scales, closely resembling Giant Dragons, capable of resisting high temperatures and corrosion. Their scales granted them a startlingly formidable defense.

The lord of the blood sea was named the Blood Monarch Enguima. Although his own power couldn’t rival that of Night Monarch Setoras, he was well-born, as his father was one of the Seven Demon Lords, the Lord of Greed, which afforded him a substantial position in Hell.

Together, these three demon gods formed the trio at the head of the Devil Alliance.

Poison, blood, and darkness surged, merging at the borders of their territories to conjure three distinct figures.

From the north came a figure enchanting in form, one that stirred the blood. From the west, a vague silhouette shrouded in mist, ever-changing and elusive. And from the southeast, the violent waves of the blood sea struck the shore, as a towering blood-hued figure stepped out of the sea.

"Setoras, what do you want by calling us here?" Enguima boomed in question. As he spoke, it was as if the blood sea itself roared, blood-colored thunder ripping through the sky, its booming sound deafening.

"Is it because of The Black Principle Cult?" Martia spoke slowly.

As everyone knew, the devil’s credibility was overdrawn for thousands of years. Not to mention humans, even the devils didn’t trust each other.

Compared to their colleagues in Hell, devils would rather trust angels.

It was the same with the Devil Alliance, every devil had their own schemes. They were all paranoid, suspecting they could be targets themselves.

Devil: If I’ve been plotting against him like this, could he not be plotting against me?

Take the Blood Monarch Enguima. The plan was to join forces to open the Hell Gate, seat everyone evenly, and divide the God-chosen Continent. Instead, he snuck down to Dragonheart Island, brewing a significant plot.

Upon the arrival of the Ancient God, Enguima could do nothing but tremble; it was the hottest joke in Hell at that time.

Later, it was replaced by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

Fearing the Ancient Gods was not a disgrace; anyone would be the same. It wasn’t really fear but a form of respect for life.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon, however, was different. As a devil, ranking among the seventy-two Demon Kings, with a status and power above 99.999% of devils in Hell, it was recorded in the Bible, a devil with a name to boast.

Being toyed with by the Legendary Mage, toyed with by angels, it died in confusion and was completely removed from the list of the seventy-two Demon Kings, with its territory in Hell divided up entirely.

The deceased being the greatest, everyone laughed heartily.

By the way, the Thousand-Eyed Demon was also a member of the Devil Alliance, and it had its own plan.

"The Black Principle Cult has been very successful in Frank, recruiting a large number of followers for us, speeding up the opening of the Hell Gate. I called you here for another matter."

Setoras began slowly, his voice grave, "The Envoy of the Lord of Envy came to me. He knows we are plotting the Hell Gate and wants to use it to send his familiars to the Mortal World."

Martia remained silent. The plan had been going smoothly until a Demon Lord noticed it at the last moment. If she was not mistaken, there must be a traitor within the Devil Alliance.

Since this is Hell, Martia wasn’t angry at all. What’s natural is only to be expected.

Like her, she had already reported the progress regarding the Hell Gate to the Lord of Lust.

All three heads had their double-crossers, so it’s only logical for the average member to have several undercover agents. Being part of Hell’s regional characteristics, not only was there no anger, it wasn’t even a surprise.

"The bastard! Why does the Lord of Envy know about this? Who leaked the information?" Blood Monarch Enguima roared furiously, the blood-red sea waves bellowing, surging tumultuously with no sign of calming soon.

Setoras watched Enguima’s feigned madness in silence, musing about how hard it was to be the son of one of the Seven Demon Lords, maintaining a pretense of being a fool for thousands of years. He wondered if Enguima might actually become a fool in the process.