The view instantly turned black, as if entering night.
However, the change in light disappeared in just a flash; when the surrounding light brightened again, they were no longer in Tokyo.
It was no longer a cityscape of towering buildings and streets, but an endless plain.
In the distance, the sky and ground met to form a white line.
There was no sun, but the world was brightly lit.
The ground was covered with lush green lawns and colorful flowers.
But what was strange was that when they looked up, they found that the sky was not the sky, but a dome made of countless doors pieced together.
The height was not great, only a few hundred meters, within reach.
"Where is this place?"
"Devils! It must be a Devil's ability!"
"Why is this happening?! I... I don't want to die yet!"
"Someone save us! Where are the Devil Exorcism Division people, and the government's '187' personnel?!"
On the lawn, hundreds of civilians held their heads, their minds almost collapsing.
As people who had coexisted with Devils for hundreds of years, they knew that there were many Devils in this world, but no one wanted to be involved with Devils one day.
Moreover, from past news, every civilian who got involved with a Devil met only death.
No matter how much TV news embellished how many civilians exorcists saved, it still couldn't change the fact that the number of civilians dying from Devils increased every year.
So the civilians who were teleported here were completely desperate.
There was no way for ordinary people like them to survive.
"Shh, quiet."
Rosen looked at the noisy crowd and said softly.
An invisible force spread outwards, and in just an instant, the people in despair and wailing stopped making noise and all fell silent.
Under the forced domination of his Word of Power, they were in a restricted state where they could not escape, could not speak, and could only watch with their eyes.
However, it was precisely because of Rosen's words that the almost collapsed emotions of most of them were directly calmed down.
After the civilians quieted down, the world became even more silent.
"Where is this? I have an ominous feeling."
Marcille tightened her wizard's robe and clutched the staff made from a branch of the World Tree in her hand.
Although she saw nothing, it gave her a chilling sensation.
"This is Hell."
Makima said.
"Santa Claus sacrificed something, allowing the Hell Devil to teleport us to Hell."
"Hell Devil? So that big hand just now was part of the Hell Devil's body?"
Fubuki touched her chin.
Then she looked at Rosen.
Logically, with Rosen's strength, he should have been able to react when the other party appeared.
"I could, but there's no need. We'll deal with the Hell Devil later. It's good that Santa Claus's ability saved us the trouble of finding where the Darkness Devil is."
Rosen said.
In the original work, Santa Claus traded with the Darkness Devil on the condition of sending the Chainsaw Devil to Hell.
Now, the other party had made a deal with the Darkness Devil, using Makima and them as conditions.
In other words.
Santa Claus used the Hell Devil's teleportation ability to send them to the Darkness Devil's territory.
After a simple explanation, the women understood the current situation.
"So, next we'll have to deal with the Darkness Devil, right?"
At this, Gabriel began to rub her hands together.
"This place is Hell? I can't imagine it at all."
Frieren sighed.
Aside from the countless doors in the sky, it was no different from the countryside.
"Everyone, be careful. The Darkness Devil is not easy to deal with."
Root Demons all possess strange and varied abilities, and the Darkness Devil is the most prominent among them.
Although the strength of her group members should not be underestimated, Makima did not believe that anyone other than Rosen could emerge unscathed from the Darkness Devil's grasp.
"Huh? Where did Esdeath go?"
Du Dao exclaimed in surprise.
"She was probably left outside by Santa Claus, but there's no need to worry."
Rosen shook his head.
With Esdeath's strength, in this world, aside from some ceiling-level Devils, most enemies couldn't do anything to her.
For her, who had mastered Mahapadma, opponents were either those who could instantly kill her or those she could instantly kill.
As his voice fell, a sense of crisis, like being stared at by a venomous snake, crept into the hearts of the women.
Then they heard a soft click, and a door hanging upside down in the sky quietly opened.
Viscous blackness dripped and flowed from inside the door, reaching the speed of a small waterfall in just a few seconds.
And within that continuously flowing black waterfall, a figure enveloped in darkness slowly appeared.
"It's here."
Makima murmured softly.
Although she didn't feel fear, the arrival of the Darkness Devil still made her feel troublesome.
If it were just her, even with the subordinates she controlled within half a kilometer, she would not be this guy's opponent.
The next second.
A stream of light suddenly erupted from Frieren's magic staff, drawing an arc in the air before shooting rapidly towards the black figure.
Boom—!
A violent explosion was deafening.
But after the smoke cleared, the figure was not greatly harmed.
Not only that, even tiny wounds healed quickly.
"It failed."
Seeing everyone look at her, Frieren shrugged.
"That was the strongest attack I could unleash, but this guy is tougher than I imagined."
"It's a pity I haven't been able to analyze the Holy Lance Rosen lent me back then. If I could mimic its principles, perhaps the power would be even greater."
The girls didn't expect Frieren to be so decisive.
But they were here to complete a mission.
The sooner it was resolved, the better.
"Rosen, aren't you going to make a move?"
Fubuki asked.
"You all go up first and get some assists. If you can resolve it, great; if not, then I'll step in," Rosen said.
Gabriel immediately understood what he meant.
In games, teammates get money for assists.
No assists, no nothing.
This big shot is already so strong, yet he still wants them to leech off assists.
He's truly… I'm crying.
Even so, Gabriel's movements were swift. A Light Lance quickly formed in her hand, then aimed at the Darkness Devil's manifested, grotesque body.
Its lower half consisted of two emaciated human figures with raised arms serving as legs, merging with a single head at what would be the thigh root.
Above this head, four more heads were arranged side by side, each with a different expression, representing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
These four heads served as its chest, and further up was a distorted figure with two goat horns. Its torso and skeletal wings twisted and extended, covered not by feathers or membranes, but by ink-black space that could absorb even light.
Once fully formed, Gabriel grinned, "This little thing looks quite unique."
Despite her words, her hand moved swiftly, directly throwing the Light Lance.