Baator Hell Promotion

Hopper tilted her head back and sniffed. Her face seemed to glow, and her mouth opened and closed. "I'm dawdling because I'm waiting for reinforcements. What are you waiting for?"

For a moment, Dio's hair stood on end when he saw the fire completely illuminate Hopper's face red. He no longer cared about his prey and just wanted to jump back into the safety of the shadows.

However, she forgot that her left hand was still struggling with Hopper, and was pulled hard by the latter, falling on Hopper in an intimate posture, and then.

Fire like a meteor,

One, two, three, a total of six red high-temperature jets spurted out from the darkness, hitting the female killer's back with dazzling light and extremely strong heat.

Hopper only felt the hot wind blowing on his face, and with a sizzling sound, the body in front of him softened, emitting a burnt stench and the fragrance of barbecue.

"No!!" The sudden change here naturally caught Nora's attention. She screamed shrilly, and the chain hammer with a black light hit Lightning fiercely and sent him flying, knocking down a bush and unable to get up.

It was too late. When she saw the charred corpse pushed away by Hopper and the figure appearing in the darkness, she gritted her teeth in pain and turned into a night hawk, swooping into the night sky.

"Oh my! Ms. Hopper, it looks like you need help." The warlock, who had completely lifted his invisibility, walked over slowly, with smoke still coming out of his index finger.

Chapter 237: Gracia's Shadow

Hopper loosened her grip, letting the still sizzling, smelly corpse fall to the ground. She didn't respond, but instead stared at Dio's expression, frozen in the moment before his death.

With the passing of life, death brought the most just conclusion. Dio's body, in the shadow of a faint glint, returned to its original form. As Hopper had predicted, massive black wings sprouted from her back. Even death hadn't robbed her of her beauty. Even her frozen expression and cries of pain gave her face the illusion of immobility and eternity, like a plaster head sculpture.

"A succubus," the warlock walked over and turned her over with his boot. "I always thought our enemy was a hag. After all, hags are most famous for working in groups of three."

"And those wolf-cockroaches that drove us away, right? After all, hags really like to keep those kinds of pets."

Hopper tried to pull out the knife that had nailed her to the tree, but after several attempts, not only did it not come out, but she became more and more painful and weak. There must be something on the blade that stopped the bleeding. She could feel the heat and life draining away with the blood.

"If it's okay?" The warlock stretched out his hand with a questioning look, and received a weak nod in response. He held her shoulders and let Oha pull it out with force.

"Um...".

Hopper held back a cry. When the knife was pulled out, she thought she could hear the scrape of blade against bone. She didn't waste time thanking him. Instead, with trembling hands, she pulled a small bottle of crimson potion from her drawstring bag and took a sip.

A flame-like light danced on her wounds, and Hopper felt as if someone had pressed two red-hot irons hard on her shoulders. When the light went out, only two shiny burn scars remained on her shoulders.

"Still alive, Big Cat?" Hopper called out into the bushes, which had been silent for a while. Lightning's enemy wasn't as agile as Dio, but he didn't have weapons either, so he was more vulnerable than Hopper.

The bushes shook twice, and Lightning stood up, holding his right chest. His face was covered with bruises and his chin was tilted to one side.

He limped over and reached out to press his dislocated jaw back into place with a snap, his face looking very unhappy. He had probably never been beaten so badly in his entire demon life.

"Speaking of which, how did you detect us?" The warlock put the two knives aside, squatted on the ground and began to search for other things on the corpse. "You should not be able to see through my invisibility spell in this form."

Hopper also squatted on the ground. Her right shoulder was still weak, so she had to use her left hand to try to turn Ziz over. After she turned the warrior over and checked it out, she was relieved and answered the warlock after confirming that the situation was not as bad as she thought.

She squatted on the ground without caring about her image, tapped her nose and said, "The aroma of fig syrup. I can't convince myself that the owner of the White Tooth Inn is a hidden great wizard."

Dan Brown sniffed his hands in surprise, snapped his fingers in annoyance, conjured up a ball of water and began to wash his hands.

"Then how can you be sure we'll come?" Oha helped her rinse Zisi's chest with clean water - two deep cuts there, covered with grass and mud. "After all, you don't have the time or the manpower to tell us."

"Thankfully, the enemy is also suppressed by this plane," Hopper thought thankfully. She calculated in her head that if Dio were still at the peak of his power, these two wounds would have been enough to cut Ziss into three. While the wounds looked severe, they hadn't cut any bones or damaged any internal organs; they were merely bloody flesh wounds.

She gestured to Oha to help her lift Zis's head, and after giving him a whole bottle of potion, she calmly answered the sorcerer.

"I never put my hopes on other creatures," Hopper said seriously. "I didn't even notice your presence until I was nailed to the tree, so it was impossible for me to make a plan for this."

"But that doesn't mean I don't have my own way."

She patted her chest, and the pearl pendant on the gold chain bounced twice on her plump chest.

"Of course, I'm still very grateful for your selfless help." After observing that Zisi's wounds were healing, she stood up and bowed to the two spellcasters. Regardless of whether she had a backup plan or not, they had indeed been of great help.

"Don't be too quick to thank me, miss. It's not free. At least these things should be considered my spoils."

The warlock raised his head from the ground, his hands and face stained with blood. In front of him was the corpse of a succubus that had been embalmed. He was referring to Dio's double swords and heart - he had already taken them out and wrapped them aside.

"I don't need them." Hopper frowned. "But I don't recommend taking those two knives either. Enreyes rarely buys weapons herself. Her possessions are either donated by others or given by her superiors. Both of these will leave weapons with obvious markings. Considering the quality of these two weapons, I think the latter is more likely. Whether you use them yourself or give them away, being recognized in Baator will be very troublesome."

"I thought it was normal to kill people and steal treasures in Barto."

"Whether this is common or not is not important. What's important is that you don't get caught and accused. The rules vary at different levels. Perhaps Grand Duke Avernus Bayer is willing to turn a blind eye, but if you're caught in Dis, you'll definitely be put in jail."

"It's okay, I have a way... Wait, how do you know I'm from Avernus?" The warlock reacted halfway through his sentence and looked at Hopper with suspicion.

"Now I know."

Dan Brown laughed dumbly and could only awkwardly continue to rummage through the corpse. After a while, he frowned, lifted Dio's leg, pointed at a small emblem, and asked, "This logo?"

Hopper leaned over to take a look. On the skin, which was pale from blood loss, was a circular tattoo depicting nine smooth curves, like a simplified peacock's tail.

Hopper tutted, sensing danger. "Gracie's mark. Not surprising, we're on the sixth floor, and all the succubi on this floor are loyal to her."

"You also offended Gracia?" The warlock was really surprised.

Hopper rolled his eyes and swallowed the words "Is it an offense to have her high-ranking subordinates killed twice?"

"No, I don't think she came here for me," Hopper said seriously. "You came late, so maybe you didn't hear. They came here for their own reasons. Killing me was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. Their goal was just to get a bounty on my head, and it wasn't Gracia who put the bounty on my head."

Dan Brown breathed a sigh of relief. It would be quite troublesome if his partner was a wanted criminal of a grand duke, as it could easily become a handle for him in the future.

"That's good that the Grand Duke didn't put a bounty on you."

"Well, a god offered me a reward."

Dan Brown looked as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Chapter 238 The Devil's Comfort

Hopper thought she was awakened by the first rays of sunlight, but when she opened her eyes, she found that the pearly white sunlight was already very bright and dazzling.

What brought her back to consciousness was her still throbbing shoulder and her thundering stomach.

She looked around. Ziz was sitting on the floor, covered in a blanket, looking dazed, and he also looked like he had just woken up. Lightning was snoring loudly near the fireplace.

Last night, when the three of them knocked on the door of the White Tooth Inn, covered in blood, the owner, Ronnie, was frightened. Finally, in consideration of several shining gold coins and the spear in Zis's hand, he reluctantly agreed to let them stay and even kindly asked if they needed a bucket of hot water for washing themselves.

Now it seems that I should have accepted his proposal. After a night's rest, Hopper felt sore all over. After the fighting spirit and bloodiness subsided, the discomfort caused by bruises and wounds made her very unhappy like a maggot on her tarsal bones.

The succubus sniffed, the smell of sweat mixed with blood almost made her vomit.

She got out of bed and kicked Lightning twice. Hellcat leaped to his feet with a howl, then groaned from an old rib injury and fell back, shielding his eyes from the sun with his arms.

"What the hell? I thought there were more killers coming. Didn't you say they wouldn't target us again?"

"I meant they wouldn't come again last night. A surprise attack requires surprise. They've already alerted us, and another fight would only result in losses for both sides," Hopper replied unhappily. "But I didn't say we can completely relax."

Seeing that sleep was impossible, Lightning sat up suddenly, scratched his waist-length hair, and said miserably, "Why didn't you let those two spellcasters catch up last night? Wouldn't that have solved the problem once and for all?"

"You trust them too much," Hopper said, carefully moving her shoulder. The potion had healed her wound, but she was still a little immobile. She needed to adapt quickly. "They're not even allies. They're just not opposing us for the time being. You saw his expression when he heard I had a bounty on my head. That's not the look of someone willing to help."

Lightning stood up and put his head into the bucket of water by the door, and drank several big gulps before continuing to speak.

"I was so sleepy last night that I didn't even have time to ask you. When did the Perfect Man issue a wanted order for you?"

"You don't know?" Hopper asked back. "I thought the witcher was the most informed about bounty information."

In a sense, demon hunters are bounty hunters for demons. Of course, the official responsibilities of demon hunters in Baator are to hunt down demon spies and followers who have infiltrated Baator. In reality, demon hunters have become the ultimate tool used by upper- and middle-class demons who cannot afford or are not qualified to hire assassins to suppress dissidents and murder their enemies and superiors.

"At least I hadn't heard of any related information before we set out." Lightning shook his head like a lion, splashing water droplets everywhere. "Either this reward was made after we set out, or it was only accepted by a small group and never circulated."

Considering that they had not been in the Demiplane of Fear for long, the answer was almost obvious.

This answer didn't surprise Hopper too much, though. After all, there was no need to make such a big deal about assassinations. As for Gracia's attitude towards her demon taking private jobs, since the bounty was for someone who had offended her, it wasn't impossible for the Hell Princess to curb her erratic temper and feign ignorance.

After talking for a long time, Hopper suddenly realized something was wrong. Aren't there three people in the room? Logically, Ziz should have expressed his loyalty to him immediately.

She turned her head and saw Zisi still sitting on the floor in a daze, staring at the window.

Hopper's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the potion he made should not have expired. If this follower didn't die in the battle, it would be a huge loss if he was made stupid by the potion.

She walked over, reached out and touched the soldier's head, where her scalp was almost visible, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zisi raised his head and glanced at her. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but in the end, he could only utter a few words: "Nothing, my lord."

As soon as his expression of cowardice and guilt appeared, Hopper understood. Ziz grew up in the training camp of Torch Keep and still retained some of his soldier's temperament, or perhaps pride.

For a personal bodyguard, the fact that he is not strong enough and has to rely on his employer to save him when he is attacked almost destroys his spiritual support.

Hopper didn't comfort him, but slapped him in the face. Zisi's fair, childish face quickly became red and swollen. He knelt on one knee in silence and humiliation, accepting his punishment.

The Devil said coldly, "This is a lesson for you. I hope you remember this. Your soul and body belong to me. No one, including yourself, can punish you except me. Do you understand? There won't be a next time."

The soldier looked at the lust demon in confusion, his eyes gradually became clear, and then he nodded heavily.

"Tsk tsk, live dog training," Lightning commented with interest. "Ember Castle even teaches this?"

"I can whip you if you want."

Hopper turned his head with a smile, and his blue eyes without a smile made Lightning shudder, and he quickly changed the subject.

"What should we do next? Now that one of the three Godmothers has been killed, will the plot you proposed still hold true?"

"Isn't this what you should be thinking about?" Hopper returned to the bed unhappily and wrapped himself in the quilt. "I'm just here to help."

"Don't give me that. You know I'm not good at analyzing these things. Besides, you have a mission of your own. Have you found the person who stubbornly defied fate?"

These words touched Hopper. She had never thought deeply about this problem. The mission objectives would not always pop up on their own. She still had to analyze the situation.

"Also, I think your reasoning is flawed," Lightning added. "Two people died last night. If your previous theory is true, then new members should be added."

"My previous deduction was that for every outsider that came in, a local died," Hopper said, counting on his fingers. "But that doesn't mean that for every local that died, an outsider would come in."

"I have a vague feeling that this plane doesn't welcome us. I even feel that it might find the slaughter among outsiders a form of pleasure and be happy to see it happen. I suspect this is why we were attacked last night. They may have noticed the relationship between the natives and outsiders, and their approach is to kill all the outsiders, no matter who they are, so as not to affect their plans. Why did those two succubi kill an herbalist? Because that would give them an excuse to sneak up on Master Corbilio's returning disciple."

Lightning suddenly thought, "What if that herbalist is also an outsider?"

Chapter 239 Newborn

Hopper pondered the possibility in silence, ultimately just shaking his head.

"There's so little information, I can only say I have no idea. But I have a vague feeling it might not be the case. From a formal analysis, all outsiders have a reason to join Golden Hair Town. We are foreign travelers, Dan Brown and the others are considered scholars from afar, and no one has ever seen the three godmothers."

"The prince and princess have met their godmother," Lightning reminded.

"For succubi, changing their appearance isn't that difficult. Since they were able to deceive the soldiers yesterday, it shouldn't be hard to fool the prince and princess, whom they've only met a few times. Fairies are said to be moody anyway, so even if something goes wrong, they can easily cover it up."

Lightning nodded, agreeing with Hopper's statement.

"So what should we do next? Find a way to kill the remaining two godmothers?"

Hopper paced back and forth, slowly shaking his head. "That's not the most urgent matter. We're all injured, and you should have seen that last night. Even without using the succubus's innate abilities, their combat skills alone are incredibly formidable. It won't be easy for us to completely eradicate them, especially since we don't even know their location."

"I guess the godmothers didn't go on a killing spree in the town because they had their own concerns. Maybe they were worried that killing too many people would attract the attention of the plane's will, or maybe their goals limited their methods."

"Rather than worrying about the godmother, I think we should worry more about the yeast," Hopper forced a joke and opened the door. "If I stay in the room any longer, I'll be so hungry that I'll eat the flesh of both of you."

The woman walked down the stairs slowly. She had just washed up briefly and wiped the blood off her armor and face to avoid scaring the chef in broad daylight.

But to her surprise, there was no one in the kitchen. There was only smoldering charcoal in the fireplace and a stew pot emitting the fragrance of grains. Not to mention the chef, even the owner Ronnie was nowhere to be found.

Hopper calmly carried a wooden bowl into the front hall, walked to the clean table, and sipped the porridge.

"The porridge is good too," she thought. "The devil's tongue cannot appreciate so many changes in taste and temperature."

Just as she was drinking her porridge, the second person finally appeared—Christine, the waitress carrying a bucket. She glanced at Hopper and a smile appeared on her apple-like cheeks.

"Good morning, ma'am. There's steak and onion soup from last night in the cupboard. It's cold now, but it should taste good. Can I bring it over to you? Or would you like an aperitif?"

Hopper looked at her, slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth, and finally spoke slowly: "Thank you very much, Miss Christine. If possible, I would like to have some fruit."

When the waitress returned with the orange, she found that the woman's companions had all gone downstairs. The younger waiter naturally took the orange from her hand and began to peel it for the hostess.

"It's such a beautiful morning, where has everyone gone?" Hopper smiled at Christine, her blue eyes revealing a kind and peaceful light, and asked casually.

Christine didn't suspect anything and answered honestly, "Mrs. Miller is having a baby, and Ronnie and the cook went over to see if they could help. Everyone went to congratulate her."

"Why didn't you go?"

"Ronnie said someone needed to look after the inn, and I didn't want to go. My mother wouldn't let me go to crowded places. She told me to go home after work every day and not to join in the fun. She said the Red Death was brought by a bunch of unscrupulous drunkards and prostitutes, and I had to stay away from them. If she didn't urgently need money to supplement the family income, she wouldn't allow me to work."

"A new baby? This is such a happy occasion."

"Yes, ma'am. The baby started moving in the wee hours of the morning, so I think the baby's about to be born." The waitress smiled sincerely. "I remember there weren't any babies born in a long time. The Red Death was making everyone panic. My mother said the Red Death scared away the white storks that were supposed to deliver babies."

"Has the Red Death been going on for long?"

"Oh, no, no, no, don't say that. It's scary. Let me think about it. I remember there were no cases the last time I celebrated Miss Natalie's birthday. It must have been after the summer."

As he walked down the street, Hopper was still thinking about the waitress's words. He had been through so much from yesterday to today that he had actually forgotten to consider such an obvious question.