The intricate and complex teleportation magic was easily accessible to Michail; with a single thought, he was transported to the sky above the Ace's main city.
Michail had an undeniable sense of his own stronghold, and he could arrive at the gates of Hell with such precision.
The perfect invisibility of Hell caused a slight disturbance, and a pitch-black door appeared out of nowhere. The doorframe was cast from strange skeletons, with claw-like appendages that were quite eerie.
The gates of Hell swung open, welcoming their master.
In the past, when Michail had many enemies, Hell would often be attacked by various races, with the most intense battle reaching the eighth level of Hell. If they were to go one level further, it would threaten the very existence of Hell. Once the core of the ninth level was destroyed, Hell would crumble.
Although Michail managed to withstand the attack with his army, he had felt some fear afterwards. So he restricted Hell, prohibiting any teleportation or displacement magic. Within the domain of the Hell's core, no one could freely teleport in Hell, except for the holder of the core, Michail.
Even in the past, when he could use teleportation magic, Michail rarely traveled within Hell. As the Demon King with endless life, Michail had plenty of time to waste.
However, this time Michail didn't plan to travel from the first level to the ninth level on foot. He had encountered too many humans in a single day, almost surpassing the total number of times he had encountered humans in the past ten thousand years. No matter how strong Michail was, he felt a bit tired, not physically tired, but mentally exhausted.
It had been too long since he had possessed 'emotions,' a unique human idea that suddenly appeared in Michail's mind, catching him off guard.
Was it since he met Ariel? Or was it the gentle touch of the human girl that awakened the humanity in the Demon King Michail?
Even Michail himself was not sure.
However, if it weren't for the emotions that surfaced today, Michail would have almost forgotten the fact that he was once a human.
With a single thought, Michail's body appeared in the ninth level of Hell.
The ninth level of Hell, without scorching magma or exaggerated ice pillars, was simply a colossal hall, as it was the smallest level of Hell.
As soon as Michail's feet touched the ground, he felt that something was wrong. The neatly arranged collectibles were knocked askew. What worried him even more was that someone had split his throne in half.
An intruder?
Michail's nerves instantly tightened. There were still too many uncertainties in this world, and it was not impossible for unknown forces to possess exceptional strength.
Being targeted by the world's existing powerhouses on his first day in this foreign world was entirely reasonable.
Layer after layer of high-level resistance magic rose from his feet, and the immense black magic gathered at his fingertips dyed his nails black.
Dreadful mana gathered in Michail's palms, and with a single thought, he could unleash a series of high-level magic spells.
"The...King of Hell..." a head peeked out from behind the broken throne.
The person was small in stature, so much so that Michail hadn't noticed Leny crouching behind the obstacle.
Leny was lying on the ground, unable to fit together the fragments in her hands no matter how she tried. When she saw Michail approaching, she quickly turned around and knelt before the Demon King.
Seeing Leny intact, Michail's guard relaxed slightly. The fact that this ultra-powerful angel of slaughter was unharmed significantly reduced the likelihood of an ambush.
As for the broken throne... Didn't it slaughter several high-level angels and dragons at the time? There seemed to be the remains of a few ancient divine beasts inside?
Although there was some regret, it wasn't enough for Michail to feel heartbroken. After seeing the thrones of human nations today, he had already thought about changing his own chair. Now that the skeletal throne was broken, it was only natural for him to get a new one. Michail even thought about trying a gleaming golden metal for the next throne.
Leny was already so frightened that her legs went weak. Facing a king without emotion and terrifying methods, it was highly possible for him to come over and break her neck in the next second.Leny swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she pressed them against her chest. The punishment from the Demon King was never easy to endure.
That bastard Ackman had promised to take care of everything before the Demon King's return, but he never came back. Leaving her to suffer alone!
Michail looked around, the only magical presence left here besides Leny was the eighth-floor leader, Ackman. There was no sign of any invaders.
It was almost impossible to hide from Michail's detection magic.
Unable to completely eliminate the possibility of an enemy attack, Michail asked with doubt, "Have there been any invaders in Hell?"
A heavy voice reached Leny's ears, causing her to hunch even lower. The Demon King's questioning carried an unyielding authority.
But in Leny's current situation, she had no interest in indulging in the Demon King's authority. Her mind was rapidly considering her options.
Deceive the Demon King and tell him there were invaders?
No, no, no. For Leny, it was both against her abilities to deceive the Demon King and against her own belief to deceive herself.
"My Lord, it was me and Ackman who broke the throne. Please forgive us," Leny uttered.
Michail's gaze slightly narrowed, this gesture frightened Leny. Her head hung low, almost touching the ground.
Judging by Leny's trembling body, it seemed that the other party was genuinely afraid. Michail was perplexed. Was there really a need to panic over a mere chair?
Could it be that she used to be such an unreasonable evil person?
