Please be my partner.

Mellen shook his head and said, "You're not going to tell me? That would be such a shame."

As he spoke, Mellen reached out to grab Marcus, and a dark vortex appeared in his palm, from which came the whispers of evil spirits and the wails of the dead.

Marcus felt a profound terror, as if his soul were being ripped away, simply from the sight of that vortex.

Marcus was immediately terrified and repeatedly said, "Master! I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!!"

Mellen stopped what he was doing and said with a laugh, "I hate people like you who won't admit their mistakes until they're faced with a real problem. Remember, you only have this one chance. If you dare to lie to me, you know the consequences!"

Having seen the solution, Long nodded slightly. Since the decision had been made to conquer Hell, the more capable and knowledgeable guides like Marcus, the better, as they would come in handy in the future.

Having survived a life-or-death crisis, Marcus was noticeably more docile. What terrified him even more was that his former eloquence seemed to have vanished in an instant. Whenever he tried to cover up the truth with the truth, or to make hints or mislead, that terrifying vortex of the soul would reappear in his mind. It seemed that as long as he did so, the illusory vortex of the soul in his mind would become real and devour his soul completely.

Marcus didn't know what kind of power this was, but this only made him more terrified. He dared not reveal any hidden agenda and spilled out his origins and plans.

As Marcus spoke, Mellen went to the liquor cabinet in the room, casually pulled out a bottle of molten lava-like liquor, and poured a glass for both the dragon and himself.

Upon tasting the lava liquor, it erupted like a volcano; the impact alone was enough to injure even a saint, and only those at the demigod level could drink it normally.

Mellen, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the drink quite much.

After listening to Marcus's explanation, Mellen and Dragon understood his identity, origin, and purpose.

Marcus was originally Levitus, the lord of the fifth layer of Hell, also known as the Ice Prince. Because he betrayed Asmodeus, the lord of Hell, he was eternally imprisoned in thick ice.

After a long period of time, a wisp of the Ice Prince's consciousness broke free from the icy prison, escaped from hell, and plunged into the abyss. There, he began his plan to rescue his original self and overthrow Asmodeus's rule.

As one of the oldest beings in the Abyss, the Ice Prince knows many secrets and possesses many mortal arts and rituals that even gods cannot imagine. He can indeed circumvent the effects of the Styx Oath to a certain extent.

Marcus respectfully said, "My lords, I have a deep-seated hatred for Asmodeus and am willing to serve you to overthrow Asmodeus's rule. I only ask that you liberate my body and restore my freedom."

Asmodeus is said to have originally come from the heavens, but later fell into the abyss for unknown reasons. He then tore a part of the abyss apart to create Hell, and eventually became the lord of Hell.

Hell has nine levels, each with a lord who is a mythical-level powerhouse capable of unleashing peak mythical power within their own territory.

Asmodeus resides in the ninth circle of Hell. According to Marcus, this lord of Hell suffered extremely serious injuries and has been hiding in the ninth circle to recuperate.

However, even the wounded Asmodeus was able to suppress the other hell lords with a single thought.

Mellen looked at the dragon and asked, "What do you say? Should we go straight for it head-on, or should we use some underhanded tactics to weaken Hell's strength first?"

The dragon said, "With you and me here, we can completely suppress Asmodeus head-on. The Council of Beasts is not a baby in a greenhouse; it has fought many battles over the years."

"To attack hell, to intimidate the devils, and to make them understand who is in charge is essential for future rule."

Mellen nodded slightly. Although he and Long had not truly tested each other's strength, they both had absolute confidence and were convinced that they were not mistaken.

"In that case," Mellen said. "Let's get started as soon as possible."

The dragon immediately issued a full-scale war mobilization order to the Council of Beasts.

The entire Council of Beasts sprang into action the moment it received the order, like a giant machine.

Suddenly remembering something, Mellen asked Marcus, "By the way, what's the deal with that three-headed hellhound you asked me to save before (see Chapter 501)?"

Marcus said, "Cerberus was also a lord of hell in ancient times, but it fell into the trap of its subordinates, was defeated, lost its lordship, and was then hunted down, losing most of its body and memories."

"I helped it out of its predicament so that I could have a helper."

Mellen nodded, seemingly unconcerned about Marcus's past manipulation, and asked, "How is it now?"

Marcus said, "Cerberus has regained his mythical powers, but I'm keeping that information hidden for now."

"We'll go to hell when we're ready, and we'll take it with us then," Mellen said casually.

Marcus hesitated, feeling that the two adults before him had made a rather hasty decision. Asmodeus was, after all, the lord of the nine layers of hell, and he was renowned among the powerful rulers. To decide to launch a direct attack on hell in just a few words seemed rather unreliable.

But remembering his previous fear, Marcus ultimately dared not say anything more.

It took nearly ten days to coordinate and mobilize the forces of the Beast Council. After all, the Beast Council has already expanded its operations and needs manpower in many places, so it cannot mobilize them all at once.

Once the personnel were mobilized, Mellen and Dragon had quietly crossed the Bloodbath Plains and arrived at the Ninth Hell.

With Marcus, the double agent, leading the way, Mellen and his group's familiarity with the nine levels of hell increased dramatically, and they quickly arrived at the fifth level of hell through various secret passages and dark networks.

Marcus's true form was sealed by ice. Although he could still use some of his power, he was ultimately unable to intimidate the entire fifth level of hell. Therefore, the fifth level of hell was the most chaotic of the nine levels of hell, where ambitious demons formed cliques and coveted the lord's throne.

There are very few demons truly loyal to Marcus anymore, or rather, demons don't inherently possess loyalty. The reason those demons under Marcus's command still obey his orders is simply to squeeze every last drop of value out of him.

This is something that neither Marcus nor the demons under his command tacitly understand.

When Melen and his companions arrived at the iceberg that sealed Marcus's true form, Marcus showed excitement. The true form within the iceberg seemed to understand what was about to happen and began to tremble slightly, which astonished the nearby demons.

Through the massive iceberg, one can vaguely see a blurry black shadow inside, but its exact shape is unclear.

Without keeping Marcus waiting long, the dragon pointed in the void, and a crimson-gold dragon flew out, suddenly spewing a mouthful of scorching white dragon flames at the iceberg, instantly melting a small piece of the iceberg seal placed by Asmodeus.

Sensing a glimmer of hope for escape, Marcus's true form struggled even more fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, a fourth... a continuous stream of crimson-gold dragons flew out, spewing out mouthfuls of scorching white dragon flames, causing the icebergs to melt and disintegrate visibly.

A ferocious, enormous creature broke free from the iceberg, letting out an excited roar.

Marcus was overjoyed, and his body began to become ethereal, returning to its original form.

Only then did Marcus return to his divine form. Remembering that there were two powerful figures waiting for him in the sky, he immediately composed himself, respectfully shrunk his body, and flew to Melen and the dragon's side.

Mellen examined Marcus's true form and found that he was no longer the ferocious figure he had just seen, but had transformed into the icy crystal form that Marcus possessed, which looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Now I should call you Prince Levitus, shouldn't I?" asked Murren.

Marcus himself respectfully replied, "I dare not! The past is past. I have been reborn. From now on, please call me Marcus."

Mellen nodded, which saved him the trouble of changing his address.

In the short span of time, one void rift after another appeared around them, and Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound, along with cats, eagles, and many of the subordinate races of the Council of Beasts, all of them looking eager to try.

The dragon calmly instructed, "Marcus, Cerberus, you will act as guides and lead them to attack the first to eighth levels of Hell. If the lords of Hell or the demons are willing to surrender, accept them; if not, kill them. Understand?"

Marcus respectfully agreed, and Cybrus lowered his head and growled softly.

Dragon looked at Eagle and said, "I'll leave the command here to you."

Eagle adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "Yes, Lord Dragon."

The cat cheered from the sidelines, "Quick, quick! Let's fight! Let's fight!!"

Mellen and Dragon exchanged a glance, and the two headed straight for the ninth level of hell.

The ninth circle of Hell, Nessus, is the deepest layer of Hell, filled with long, winding ravines and canyons, all composed of lifeless stone.

It is said that these ravines and canyons were originally tributaries of the River Styx, but because they were torn apart, the River Styx no longer flows through this area.

In Ness, there is a massive demonic fortress, which houses a demonic army even stronger than the battlefield of bloodshed. They obey only the true lord of hell... Asmodeus.

According to Marcus, Asmodeus is recuperating in the deepest part of Nessus, in a canyon known as the Serpent Coil.

Chapter 741 Exploring Paradise Mountain and an Unexpected 'Old Friend'

Nine Hells, Nessus, the giant serpent coiled in the canyon.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine giant dragons blotted out the sky, among which four even more exaggerated dragons—one black, one red, one blue, and one gold—swam among the dragons, faintly forming a force that bound the heavens and the earth.

Mellen recognized it; the black dragon was the Dark Lord they had fought together back then.

Speaking of which, the Dark Lord was also unlucky. Despite being a powerful ruler, he suffered severe injuries and lost most of his subordinates. After accidentally revealing his whereabouts, he was further schemed against by Long Bubu and ultimately met a tragic end.

The black dragon transformed from the Dark Lord became the dragon's first powerful henchman, and now, under the dragon's nurturing, it has faintly recovered its strength at the Lord level.

The other three dragons, which are similar in size to the Dark Lord, are also of roughly the same strength.

With these dragons blocking and suppressing him, no matter how much Asmodeus roared and struggled, it was all in vain. Even the connection between this lord of hell and the nine layers of hell was being gradually stripped away.

Asmodeus was unlucky. He was peacefully recuperating in the Serpent Coil Canyon when he suddenly sensed that the seal he had set up on the fifth level of Hell had been broken. Just as he was about to revive a wisp of consciousness to order his demons to check the situation, he was met with a dragon charging at him.

Asmodeus could sense that the dragon covering the sky was just a means to an end, and that two terrifying beings were watching him closely, and that these two beings were no less powerful than he was in his prime.

Now, let alone those two terrifying beings, Asmodeus can't even break through the sky-covering dragon.

Asmodeus was unwilling to accept this situation. After all, he was an ancient being who knew countless secrets and spells. He wanted to negotiate with the two beings outside and break the deadlock before him.

However, Mellen and Dragon had no intention of paying any attention to Asmodeus. With their methods, as long as Asmodeus was suppressed, they had plenty of ways to get everything they wanted to know.

"How long will it take you to completely subdue this Lord of Hell?" asked Murren.

The dragon said, "Asmodeus is no simple man after all. Just in case, we need at least a month to ensure that all his resistance is eliminated."

Mellen nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll leave this place to you. I'll go to the Celestial Realm to check on the situation of that Lord of Holy Light."

After a moment's thought, the dragon nodded and said, "That's fine. Hell is now powerless to resist the Council of Beasts. It only needs to withstand external pressure for a period of time to complete the integration. The devils are a very pragmatic race. After witnessing absolute power, they will choose to temporarily endure and submit. At most, they will engage in some underhanded schemes. In time, someone will play with them."

Mellen said, "Okay, just call me if anything happens, and I'll be back as soon as possible."

After giving his instructions, Mellen took a step and disappeared into the rippling space.

Dragon looked in the direction where Mellen had disappeared, his expression returning to solemnity, his gaze deep.

Murren arrived in the heavens with a light and cheerful mood.

The Celestial Realm is another dimension different from reality, but it is also different from the dangerous and unpredictable worlds of higher dimensions. It has a fairly stable system of rules, with holiness and light as its main principles, so the various races born here are inherently more gentle and kind.

Of course, this doesn't mean that there are no evil people or old silver coins in the celestial realm. You have to know that personality and way of thinking can be changed by nurture. Moreover, once these holy and luminous beings in the celestial realm turn bad, it's really hard to guard against them. Calling them hypocritical would be an understatement.

Mellen strolled through the celestial realm, where the environment was beautiful and peaceful. Even the stones on the ground emitted a faint glow, and one could see all sorts of life forms playing and frolicking in the sky and on the earth.

Abundant resource output can eliminate most disputes.

As Mellen walked by, several birds with pure white plumage and a touch of fiery red at the tips of their wings landed near him. One of the bolder ones even flew directly onto Mellen's shoulder, curiously observing him.

Before Mellen could say anything, Little Red Lotus was already annoyed by the bird's actions.

You know, Mellen's shoulder has always been its exclusive spot. Even if other little ones land on it, Little Red Lotus gets a little jealous, let alone outsiders.

Little Red Lotus transformed into a tiny form and pounced on the bird. Of course, the little one didn't intend to hurt it; it was just trying to scare it away.

The birds were indeed frightened and flew away. Little Red Lotus hopped and skipped around with a smile, as if she had won some great victory.

Mellen chuckled and ruffled Little Red Lotus's hair. In such a short time, he had already determined his location.

Although Melen has never been to the Celestial Realm, don't forget that there is a Garuru clone in the Celestial Realm. The Celestial Garuru has long since found out the general map of the Celestial Realm and many powerful forces.

As he took his steps, Mellen had adapted to the rules of the celestial realm. The spatial fluctuations that had rippled when he shone gradually became weaker and weaker until they disappeared completely.

But every step Mellen takes goes far beyond the weight of an ordinary person's lifetime.

Before long, Mellen arrived outside Paradise Mountain.

The entire Paradise Mountain is divided into thirteen levels, containing a variety of environments, each level representing a vast world.

From the outside, layers of worlds appear and disappear, with countless angels of holy light bustling about. The higher the level, the more prestigious the status of the inhabitants.

The throne of the Lord of Holy Light is located on the thirteenth level of the highest point of Heavenly Mountain. Unlike the silence of a hundred years ago, the divine light of the Lord of Holy Light has now completely enveloped the thirteenth level and is constantly penetrating downwards, showing a gradually increasing trend of activity.

This signifies that the Lord of Holy Light is about to fully awaken.

Therefore, in addition to their daily hard work, the angels of holy light also need to spend a lot of time in prayer, devoutly dedicating themselves in the hope that the Lord of Holy Light will return soon.

Heavenly Mountain and the Nine Levels of Hell are different.

Demons have no loyalty to begin with, and with the presence of traitors, Melron and the dragon can mobilize the power of the Council of Beasts for a direct assault.

Once the initial enemy is defeated, the Council of Beasts will face a crushing defeat, with minimal casualties.

But Heaven Mountain is different. Under the management of the Lord of Light for millions of years, the entire Heaven Mountain is a solid block, and the vast majority of the Holy Light Angels are willing to give everything for the Lord of Light.

In gaming terms, the Holy Angel's aura is always at its maximum! And it will randomly generate various buffs as the battle continues!

Of course, all of the above are only effective if the Lord of Holy Light is alive.

Therefore, Mellen and Long never even considered using the same method to deal with Paradise Mountain.

The best approach is to strike at the heart of the enemy, launching a blitzkrieg to suppress or kill the Lord of Holy Light in one fell swoop, thus completely breaking the backbone of the Holy Light Angels. Only then can we possibly subdue some of them for the use of the Council of Beasts and cultivate Holy Light Angels belonging to the Council of Beasts from these seeds.

It was precisely because of this consensus that Melen came to Heaven Mountain first to investigate the situation of the Lord of Light, laying the foundation for the subsequent blitzkrieg operation.

If the Lord of Light fully awakens, then under his command, the entire Heavenly Mountain will be a seamless egg, and Melon will have no choice but to confront it head-on.

However, the Lord of Light still needs some time to awaken, and the defense of Heaven Mountain is only being overseen by the angels of light, which gives Melon an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The Angels of Light did not close themselves off from the world. On the contrary, in order to maintain the influence of Paradise Mountain, teams of Angels of Light would frequently travel to nearby factions and tribes to spread the greatness of the Lord of Light.

This resulted in a constant flow of angels of holy light traveling between and around the Heavenly Mountain.

After waiting for a few days, Mellen finally found a suitable team to return to, led by a four-winged angel who seemed to hold a high position.

Mellen smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared inch by inch as if in a dream.