Chapter 599 - 532: A Demand That Isn’t Considered a Demand
The palace lay in ruins, blood mingling with lava to form a black and foul-smelling smoke.
Mammon’s body, as large as a small hill, lay sprawled on the ground, swords protruding all over, with poisonous blood oozing out, almost forming a lake beneath him.
The Fallen Angel, with broken wings and missing an arm, leaned against a crumbling wall, her blood like molten lava flowing from her fragmented body.
The two Archdukes of the Devils fought until the sky darkened and the earth dimmed, both ending up severely injured and lying in the rubble for days.
However, it all just seemed tragic; in reality, it was merely superficial damage.
Mammon groaned deeply as swords were expelled from his wounds, his enormous body slowly shrinking until it returned to the rotund humanoid figure, appearing unscathed except for a somewhat disheveled hairstyle.
Zariel was the same; when she stood up again, her shattered body also returned to its original state.
In Hell, the Archduke of the Devils is like being in their own Divine Realm.
Had Zariel used the powers of the first layer of hell, Mammon would never have been able to injure her so. Nor would Mammon truly fight to the death with Zariel on the first layer of hell; they would fight in the third level of hell, which he controlled.
The two Grand Dukes of Hell were only venting their frustration and grief, not really forcing the slumbering Lord of Hell to wake up and slap them twice.