The torrent of iron and steel, the grizzly bear heavy tanks of the thunder warrior Corps ruthlessly rolled over the corpses on the ground, and the tracks more than one meter wide were hanging with stumps. The twin tube plasma cannon on the turret was still looking for targets. Whenever a living demon was found, the dazzling blue plasma mass would erupt and blow up the unlucky egg.

The tall and mighty city wall decorated with skeletons is now scattered, collapsing, collapsing, even where it does not collapse, it is also full of craters and scorch marks. At the distant altar, countless demon bodies are piled up with circular stairs, and the blood flowing down is even better than military boots.

Fisher strode across the corpses, through the community of soldiers cleaning the battlefield, to the position of the altar.

It has been surrounded by the forbidden guards and thunder soldiers, and there are many trembling demons in it. However, at the moment, these demon soldiers have tied a white ribbon to show their identity as a battlefield uprising.

For these demons, Fisher ordered the troops not to annihilate them. After all, Mephisto also had to be served by some men. Which Satan do you see is the bare pole commander?

What's more, Samuel's Yakin energy is not stable at present. We must continuously squeeze the demons in hell. It is impossible for the imperial army to do this work. We must find an agent to manage the demons with demons, which is the most appropriate!

Pacing up to the highest position of the altar, there were several men and women surrounded by imperial agents, and Mephisto was waiting here, waiting for Fisher's arrival.

"My Lord, these are the only big people left in hell!"

Seeing Fisher, Mephisto almost didn't kneel down to greet Fisher. At the moment, he was more and more nervous. After all, although Fisher promised him the Satan position to be discussed, it's hard to guarantee that these guys will come up with any conditions, especially the lady of hell!

From the perspective of human beings, the other party can be described as a first-class beautiful woman. She is tall, concave and convex. She exudes the charm of a mature woman all over her body. If she doesn't know the original face of the other party, Lao Mo himself is a little impulsive.

So he would follow Fisher's footsteps, afraid that the other party would be cheated by the hypocritical woman, and was ready to expose the other party's detestable face at any time.

But instead of checking the prisoners, fisher made a circle to check the less seriously damaged demon altar.

"Lao Mo, we have to redecorate here!"

Fisher said as he gestured.

"It's natural! I'll let my hands do it right away!"

"Don't worry, you're a Satan with a certificate. It's different from the past! So you have to change your working environment!"

Fisher pointed to the devil decorations and continued.

"All these gloomy and terrible ones have been dismantled and replaced by angels. You know, they are the ones with thin waist, long legs, large chest and white feathers and wings behind them. Remember, they are placed every ten meters. In addition, these fire pots have also been withdrawn. The Empire will not let you continue to live in the primitive era. I have contacted the Ministry of the interior and they will start setting up circuits and elections tomorrow Site, build a stable power source for you! "

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Although Mephisto was a little stunned, he was still very happy. What does that mean? It shows that Fisher has appointed him to be the Satan, but Mephisto is surprised that the Empire has so strongly supported the construction of hell. What is the value of this place where birds don't shit?

"Worthless!"

"It has supreme value!"

Fisher explained as he walked.

Before, the imperial exploration team conducted a comprehensive exploration of the minerals in hell. Although it looks lifeless here, the underground is full of treasures. The minerals produced by hell have the same quality as Asgard's magic metal, and unlike Asgard, whose output must be controlled to ensure good circulation, hell can produce more magic metal only with enough equipment, Dig whatever you want.

After balabalabala said a lot, they finally turned their attention to several prisoners. It has to be said that after staying in a high position for a long time, it is easy to lose the courage of the corpse to sink the boat. None of the hell lords chose to fight to the end, and they didn't even consider suicide. Now they are looking at Fisher coming nervously.

"Sir, what are your plans about these prisoners?"

"Why, worry about my repentance?"

"No, no, no, mainly because these guys have no vision and are short-sighted. I'm afraid they will choose to betray you again for their own self-interest!"

"Betray me? Kill them all?"

Mephisto nodded gently and continued.

"Sir, just let me do it, so as not to dirty your hands!"

"Look first!"

As he approached, Fisher, still swinging his cane in his hand, glanced at a circle of prisoners who bowed their heads and said in a deep voice.

"Put your heads up!"

Several hell lords slowly raised their heads and looked at Fisher.

Although the demons under them are more shabby than one, these lords are quite like humans, that is, they have more gadgets and their skin is a little red. Mrs. hell is an exception. The other party has a supermodel posture, but it is fuller than the supermodel. At the moment, they are looking at Fisher with spring in their eyebrows and eyes.

"Mephisto, you should not have a wife?"

Fisher suddenly asked again.

"Yes, mainly, we don't have any desires and needs in this regard!"

"That won't work. Hell must have a hostess in the future!"

Fisher pointed to Mrs. hell and asked her to stand up. Then both Mephisto and Mrs. hell felt something wrong.

"She has no husband, you have no wife, that's not right!"

"But, but, she, she..." murphysto just wanted to refuse, when he saw Fisher's smiling face.

"She's a little old! I like young ones!"

"There is an old family. If there is a treasure, it's just a little bigger!"

And Mrs. hell doesn't want to do it. She and Mephisto are cunning people. They can't pee in a pot.

"My Lord, I think..."

Before he finished, Fisher interrupted.

"If you don't promise, you'll die!"

The hell lady who felt her head cool immediately ordered her head like a chicken eating rice.

"As for you two!"

Fisher lit the remaining two hell lords with his stick, and the other party immediately shouted consciously.

"My Lord, we have no problem marrying Mephisto. What you say is what you say!"

"Ah, this!"

Although people's XP is free, but the devil is like this, Fisher thinks it's better to send them to Professor sheep for a few days.