189. Chapter 189: Outcome Justice and Procedural Justice

Chapter 189 – Outcome Justice and Procedural Justice

With the diversion of the River Styx swallowing up most of this bloody battlefield throughout the deepest part of the Avernus hinterland, the tunnel collapsed, and the succeeding demonic offensive collapsed on its own.

This was probably the fastest medium-sized encounter bloodbath battle from start to finish in all the years of Bato’s Hell.

And David and his party of dragons who managed to utilize the Styx River dike to break out from this bloodbath also similarly lost half of them, with a large string of ‘Dependent’s Heads’ hanging from their necks.

The ambition that was once forgotten in the early childhood, but after a lapse of more than ten years, it managed to COS a ‘Goh Jung Dragons above the River Styx’.

But at this moment there is no one who can still laugh, full of face and eyes are tired and numb, David voice hoarse said:
“Don’t stop, making such a big commotion, that devil general won’t just stop so easily.”

He could feel the arrogance of that devil general.

And with the [Arrogance] power he was equally aware of the byproducts of this arrogance:

When this arrogance was offended, it would often seem extremely ‘careful’.

And this kind of ‘carefulness’, most of the time, was fatal.

The same ‘revenge does not come overnight’ he himself used the River Styx to pit the other side against a big one while saving himself.

But the dragon father Attilicia, who had just experienced nine deaths, was finding it a bit incomprehensible:
“But didn’t we similarly fulfill his strategic purpose and successfully flood the tunnel of this demonic influx?”

In the three views of this silver dragon who received ‘justice education’ from Dragon Island since childhood, as long as he can achieve the ‘great and correct final purpose’, then no matter how many sacrifices he has to make, it is all worth it.

Even if the sacrifice was his own, and he did once traveled to the Dark Regions for his own son.

Therefore he was somewhat unable to understand that David had managed to block the demon’s attack this time, even though it hadn’t gone the way the other party had expected! For this reason, he even died a large portion of his dependents, and then asked for more, isn’t it a bit too much?
If it is placed in some material realm such as Ella Rhea, David Eutaw’s name, afraid to be able to be directly reputed as a hero who successfully repelled the demon invasion, was erected a monument to commemorate the memory of the history of the book.

David opened his mouth, a little lazy to speak, but a side of the same ragged covered in blood scabs of the Dragon Descent Lust Demon sighed and explained:
“Uncle Attilicia, you probably don’t know much about the situation of our Bato Hell. For devils, since the beginning of the blood war eternity ago, partial victories in blood wars have long been taken for granted for devils, because no matter what is encountered, in the devil’s view, victory is inevitable, no matter how early or how late, and since it is inevitable to win, how to gain victory with the smallest possible loss has become the criterion by which every devil general receives his or her rating and honor, and the ‘procedure of justice’ or not, is likewise an indicator that must be included in the judgment.”

In other words, as a non-Bato Hell military personnel, David’s move to directly excavate the River Styx to flood the battlefield this time was more or less out of the ordinary.

Because of the extreme complexity of Avernus’ terrain, no one could predict whether the Styx River’s dike could really achieve its strategically intended purpose or whether it would cause even more damage and loss to Avernus.

For example, what if the diverted River Styx directly washed away the Bronze Fortress?
Who could have predicted that?
This was equivalent to a shocking gamble.

It was only that David himself had won the gamble, and the demons of Avernus and the demons of the Bottomless Abyss had both lost miserably.

Saying that she gave a glance to Davy who didn’t want to speak:
“This time Avernus’s losses are equally great, especially since the River Styx has changed course, before its course stabilizes, the salvage process of Avernus’s Soul Shells will become extremely unstable, which will also affect Avernus’s war potential to the point where there’s no way to even make up for it in time by massively promoting lower-ranked devils, and it can only be dissipated by temporarily deploying troops from the other tiers of the Prison Avernus’ risk of such a shortage of troops in an entire large war zone. Such a large troop transfer would inevitably alarm the lords of the tier prisons and affect their interests.

“Even . . there’s a possibility that it could reach . His Majesty, the Lord of the Nine Prisons.

“Davyutos, we, and especially you, must be prepared for such a thing.”

Davy narrowed the pupils of his eyes and said:
“In that case, it seems that it might be necessary for me to go and personally have an audience with His Majesty, the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.”

After all, such a big basket case, that red dragon ancestor of his, Ephilomon, might not even be able to wait for it.

“Indeed, I’m afraid I’ll also have to make a trip back to the Sixth Prison Marbogie to seek an audience with Her Highness Grecia, regardless of whether or not Her Highness is willing to shelter us, at least in the event that the worst happens, I’ll also be able to look for the family to book a Defense Demon Corps for us in advance.”

David was instantly happy, “So we’ll have to turn around and be court-martialed, won’t we?”

“It’s not a pipe dream under some very specific circumstances, this is Bato Hell, the most redundant place for all kinds of rules and laws, we have to be prepared for the worst.”

Hearing this, David hadn’t had much of a reaction, the dragon father and sister on the side had been confused and were in a trance.

One of them had come to Bato Hell to do business, and the other had followed her brother to ‘study’, so how could it be that in less than a month, this was going to be a court martial?

Or the side of the accused!
Soon enough, a whistling sound came from the sky.

“Take cover! Hurry!” Yolanda came the warning sound.

The dragons, including Davy’s group, immediately leapt up on their forelegs like polar bears pouncing on seal pups, ready to make a hole in the loose, rotten ground of the Barto Inferno’s layer full of undead skeletons.

Just did not expect that under this ring, the entire ground suddenly collapsed like quicksand, the body just slid down shortly after seeing a hideous and soul train some like the fortress swept through from mid-air.

“Looks like the worst has come to pass.” Yolanda muttered.

“What was that?” The rotund white dragon, Mephile, asked.

“The Flying Fortress, a second generation product on the Soul Train design, with its infernal engine also powered by the Soul Furnace, directly under Archduke Avernus of the Bronze Fortress, was used as a command center or for strategic defense in the early years, but with the discontinuation of the Soul Furnace, it is now generally used only for troop movements and long-distance messaging when the battle is at its most critical, which is now, mostly, after the pressure on the front lines has plummeted, the Now, it’s mostly used to wanted us after the pressure from the frontline has been reduced. We can’t be caught, or we’ll lose the right to defend ourselves at last.”

“In that case, let’s split up.” Continuing to hold together at the moment had lost its meaning.

“Good.” Yolanda gave him a deep look and spat out a fact saying:

“Daviyutos, this unexpected event was most likely dragged into a conspiracy against me, sorry.”

“There’s no point in talking about this now, survive first.” Davy said expressionlessly.

They weren’t fools, with such a large opening for a bloody battle appearing in the rear, it was impossible for the teleportation stronghold not to receive any news of the battle, even if it was foreseen.

Yet in this way, they were still placed on a Soul Train that happened to be traveling through there.

Any way you look at it, it seems to be filled with a flavor of Bardo’s hellish devil’s conspiracy.

“Precious, my friend, I, Yolanda, will pay off the love and debt for this life-saving.” With those words, this dragonborn lust demon disappeared in a puff of smoke into the shadows at the end of this underground hollow.

“Is she worth trusting? Dragon Lord?” The always silent Green Dragon Shadera looked at the other party’s disappearing direction and said with some skepticism.

“At least logic and interest wise I have no conflict with her or her old man Christos for the time being, and besides, I don’t think I have anything of value worth utilizing a core heir to the throne that unites the bonds of two families for redemption.”

In that previous bloody battle, but if he had made a single mistake, Yolanda would not have been able to survive alone, and her soul might not even have been able to transcend.

Whether it was devils or demons, there was a part of them that possessed certain peculiar magical artifacts and special methods capable of imprisoning captured souls.

“Brother, let’s hurry up and get out, this place stinks wow.” Tania somewhat couldn’t stand the smell here anymore.

“Stay good, at least it’s relatively safe here.” David knocked a tail on Tania’s head. But after Tania’s reminder, Davy inhaled his nose and felt the smell of decay and death in his nostrils, as if he was devouring the sparks of life with every breath, and instead, his heart was relieved.

He knew what this place was.

They had crossed the hinterlands of Avernus to the edge of the fabled Maggot’s Den.

And at the end of the Maggot’s Den was the Dragon’s Cliff, which led straight to the sky.

Sure enough, as they continued to walk in this underground cave, the ground became more and more slippery, as if it was made by the deposition and fermentation of aged corpse fluid.

Slowly, more unknown liquids and twisted, half-rotted shells of souls began to appear on the ground, and yellow mold grew along the walls, emitting a faint glow in the darkness and providing the only source of light in this place.

One giant, writhing mass of flesh after another took up most of the space beneath the ground, aggregated from the shells of souls arriving from the various places of torment.

They clung together in desperation and instinct, like emperor penguins on their deathbeds.

Only their appearance was much more disgusting than penguins, they would hold each other and tear, slowly rotting together, converging into this ‘meatball’ composed of soul shells and dark energy, constantly writhing and twisting, like an invisible stomach digesting every soul shell that fell into this place.

Then, over a long period of time, from this mass of flesh, new inferior demons are continuously produced – they struggle and crawl out of the mass of flesh, carrying the resentment and pain of newborns.

Around the Maggot’s Egg, a number of demons are endlessly busy.

They used their long hooks to select the newborn Inferior Demons in the meatballs.

The ones that looked ‘different’ were brought to the surface and sent in whole columns to the riverbanks, to the barracks, to all the places where they were needed, as well as doubling up as anything they could be used for: slave labor, cannon fodder, military prostitutes, and even makeshift army rations.

But this ‘difference’ was entirely at the whim of these Ba Ba demons, so the first threshold that the bad demons had to cross to be promoted was, more than anything else, really a bit of luck.

In this dark and sunless place, occasionally these barb-wielding Ba Ba Demons would be ‘lazy’ and drag some of the newborn Inferior Demons into a deeper, darker place for torment and fun, these souls let out mournful screams as they were being pulled, but these voices seemed to be drowned out by the other voices in the cave! –those were the wails of countless souls and the roars of the Inferior Demons.

And that, in a nutshell, is Bato Hell.

It was only very soon that David’s maneuvers once again baffled them, in front of a writhing mass of flesh, David directly finished off the Ba Ba demons that were pulling and torturing the newborn inferior demons, and then pulled out the two great swords of Stygian Iron from his back that had been completely deformed and used them as shovels to start grubbing holes in this maggot’s egg.

At first, Papa Long and the others didn’t know what David was doing, but they were already exhausted and just followed instinctively.

Until after digging out a huge pit that could fit into a house amidst the shrill roars of countless shells of souls, Davy then turned to the dragon father, Attilicia, and asked:
“Dad? Can you do the [Mo Duncan Mansion Technique]? It’s going to be noisy otherwise.”

Attilicia thought that Davy was tired as well, and was prepared to temporarily rest for a while in this place while avoiding the pursuit of those flying fortresses.

“. I can only do the low-level version of [Mansion Building Technique].”

“Then make a whole one that can be lived in.”

Dragon sister Tania opened her mouth, tempted to suggest if she could change the place, but reason told her that this was indeed a good place to take refuge.

A moment later, the interior of this Maggot’s Egg was stuffed with a mansion that looked mediocre but was big enough to fit them.

But after they had burrowed in, David had no intention of following them in, but instead threw in the corpses of the Ba Ba Demons that he had silenced, and then began to paste back the shells of souls that had been shaved out as if they were paste on a wall.

The dragon father, Attilicia, made a move to just come out, but was glared back by a look from Davy:

“You guys stay here, in your current state, following me is also a burden, it’s better to stay here as a backup.”

Although the group of dragons, including Papa Dragon, didn’t want to admit it, it was an indisputable fact.

After leaving the constant nourishment of the Blood Battle Demon Hunt, they, who had long ago been overdrawn an unknown number of times, no longer had much frontal combat ability and were in dire need of a ‘long break’ to slow down.

Saying that David didn’t even give Atilicia a chance to retort, the tip of his tail pointed at the claw of the dragon’s father that was engraved with that semi-dimensional magic array and said:

“If you receive a message from me or encounter guards from the Bronze Fortress, sacrifice our deposits directly to the Five-Colored Dragon Queen without hesitation.”

“Good,” sighed Attilicia.

This world was just so magical, so much money that their father and son had saved over the years in their clawed heads was originally used to pay off Pavla’s ‘debt’, and with the [Resurrection Technique] it was enough to resurrect all of their dragons more than a hundred times.

It was likewise enough to please a Dragon God.

As for why they didn’t just sacrifice their treasures on the battlefield of the Blood War to pray for the salvation of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen in the first place?

Due to the rules of the Blood War, the fall of the pieces was a chess game, and the Dragon Queen herself would likely trigger an unexpected chain reaction, which was a big no-no.

Therefore, the last thing Tiamat, who had also served as the Grand Duke of Avernus, might do was to accept the treasure and guide their souls back to His Divine Kingdom.

That would be the same as wagging his tail directly to the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.

This was not something that David wanted and could accept.

All the same, just as he had fallen under the watchful eye of his mother, Pavla, when he had been born in the Old World of Scannis.

With [Tiamat’s Guardian] in his claws, he must have been under the watchful eye of this five-colored dragon queen from the time he stepped into Bato Hell.

Yes, Tiamat.
Always, watching him!
And all he had to prove was that he was able to have the same ability as his mother, Pavla, to walk before Him alone.

Not a cowardly wretch who had to beg for His blessing in everything.

And that, he was sure, was what the other side wanted to see.

For this reason, even if the River Styx was diverted, and the land of Zedi was ten thousand miles away, He was still indifferent.

David in this underground maggot cave hollow underground all the way I do not know how many miles after speeding.

Boom!
A head drilled out, he looked up at the horizon in front of him, that like a rift valley through the sky as if completely blocked off the land dragon cliff, deep breath and laugh to himself:
“Now, then, Your Majesty.
“I’m coming!”

(End of chapter)