Chapter 603 - 536: This is Hell
Blood River Fortress, a colossal fortress as vast as a small kingdom.
No one could count how many devils resided within the fortress, just as no one could count how many demons had died outside its walls.
Every corner of the walls had been covered by a flesh of corpses, grown over with various malignant tumors of flesh, obscuring their original form completely.
These flesh tumors were neither devils nor demons, but hybrids formed from the flesh of both.
Any creature that approached these tumors would face a lottery, possibly triggering a deadly poison upon contact, perhaps mouths bristling with sharp teeth, or even tentacles equipped with hooks and suckers.
No matter whether you were a demon, a devil, or anything else, these malignant entities slaughtered any life indifferently, even Zariel would be attacked by these monsters upon her arrival.
However, these evil entities ultimately served the devils more because the devils needed to defend Blood River Fortress, and the demons had to supply copious amounts of flesh daily to nourish these creatures to even glimpse what the parapets of the fortress looked like.
The devils simply had to periodically clean up those revolting monsters that climbed to the ramparts.
Most devils could only gaze from afar at the silhouette of Blood River Fortress throughout their lifetimes, until after their death, if they were lucky, a fragment of their soul would land within the fortress, only to be disdainfully picked up and reluctantly eaten by a minion coward demon guarding the city.
But the liveliest place within Blood River Fortress was not the constantly besieged walls, it was the central square of merit inside.