"Damn it! Is this the end? Is this the seventh time today that a demon has rushed in to snatch souls?"
"Did Toril's new God of Death, Cyric, grow up eating shit? How come he doesn't even care? He's worse than the previous God of Death, Melkor!"
"That's right! This guy who just ascended from a mortal to a god is totally unreliable! I have been working here for thousands of years. From the time when Jaeger was in power to the time when Melkor was in power, the Land of the Dark has never been as chaotic as it is today."
"I can't live like this! I waste my time killing demons day after day. How can I find time to sign contracts with mortal souls? If I don't meet the target, I won't be promoted. I might even be demoted. No, I have to find a way to apply for a transfer to another prime material plane."
"Don't waste your energy. Do you think the number of transfer applications received during this period is small? But have you ever seen any approved? So stop daydreaming and kill more demons quickly to at least prove that we are not being lazy."
…
Accompanied by crazy complaints and curses, several teams of demons that rushed out from the bottomless abyss to plunder souls would soon be wiped out by the organized, disciplined and cooperative devils.
Since the main forces of the demons are now all concentrated in the triple realm to fight a war of attrition with Ozach, all those pouring in are low-level demons with no brains.
But in order to better lure mortals into signing contracts, Hell usually sends out middle and lower-level devils with sufficient intelligence and patience.
Therefore, they have an overwhelming advantage in strength.
The only thing that makes the devils dissatisfied is that the demons killed here will not really die, but return to their home in the abyss to wait for rebirth.
This is not as satisfying as solving the enemy once and for all in a bloody battle.
Some hot-tempered guys even took advantage of the seriously injured demons who had fallen to the ground and stepped on their heads and spit in their faces to vent their inner dissatisfaction and anger.
You have to know that in hell, failing to meet the performance targets assigned by your superiors is a very serious matter.
At the very least, they will be scolded and ridiculed; at worst, they will be forcibly demoted and become a laughing stock in the eyes of their colleagues.
But now, given the chaotic situation in the Hazy Realm, it is not easy to achieve those almost demanding targets.
If the devil had not been required to strictly abide by all signed contracts, he would have long ago been unable to resist and robbed it like his mortal enemy, the devil.
Anyway, no one cares about the life and death of these mortal souls now.
When the last demon fell in a pool of blood and all the plundered souls were rescued and stood trembling in place, the devils that were ferocious in the last second began to use their special skills of face-changing in the next second.
These guys all forced out smiles that they thought were "amiable" and "friendly", and took out contract scrolls from somewhere, and began to promote the benefits of joining the Great Hell camp to those mortals who were still in panic.
A fraud demon from the newly born ninth plane is now transforming into a professional wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He is showing the magnificent scene of a huge cyberpunk city through illusions, while talking in an incessant and inflammatory manner about the various benefits that can be brought about by signing a contract.
To this end, he also compared many kingdoms of gods and vividly described the sensory impact and spiritual enjoyment that those fine wines, delicious food, beautiful women and chemical bliss could bring.
As for the price to be paid to obtain these and the hidden dangers, they are unsurprisingly ignored.
"My dear family!
What are you still hesitating about? Look at this beautiful city with a comfortable environment, extremely advanced magic and technology! And look at the citizenship and voting rights granted by the great Lord Soth!
I can guarantee that you can experience unprecedented freedom and democracy here, which is a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times better than serving those selfish and dictatorial gods! And now there are special preferential policies for signing the contract, you can get a free house, a three-day experience card that allows you to play in any entertainment venue in the city, and a mobile terminal that can bring you great convenience!
There is no need to even enter the torture chamber to endure the painful torture and eventually be transformed into one of the devils.
Just the opposite!
You can maintain your current state and obtain a new real body in the ninth level of hell, where you can enjoy all the pleasures just as you did in your lifetime.
They can also decide who will become the official with power by casting their sacred vote according to their own preferences.
You can even run for election to realize your inner ideals and ambitions.
There are no strict hierarchies or classes!
There is no need for a good family background or noble bloodline! There is no backward system of inheritance by son after the father's death! Everything is decided by people like you! I swear! The bigger your heart is, the bigger your dream will be.
Because the possibilities are endless here!"
Along with the passionate speech, countless mortal souls, whose faith was not so firm to begin with, were moved.
After all, going to the kingdom of gods as a petitioner is just that.
Not only must they continue to serve the gods and even participate in wars, but they may also be dragged into the astral realm with the decline and death of the gods.
But apparently one does not need to fulfill these obligations when going to the ninth level of hell. Instead, one can vent and indulge one's desires to one's heart's content and experience all the things one has not enjoyed in one's lifetime.
In addition, the system of election through voting also allowed people who were accustomed to feudal, slavery, parliamentary, oligarchic and other strict class-based social forms to feel the hope of being able to succeed for the first time.
Soon, hundreds of souls, under the instigation and bewitching of the Deceitful Demon, signed contracts that were so complicated that mortals could not understand them at all, and were eventually escorted by the Lustful Demon through a specific portal to Baator Hell.
They simply don't understand that the reason Zuo Si lets mortal souls live in the cyberpunk city in the form of bodies is actually to make them corrupt and degenerate more thoroughly.
In this way, if it is thrown into the torture chamber and squeezed, it can often squeeze out several times, dozens of times or even dozens of times more energy than before.
Because the higher the degree of corruption and depravity of a soul, the more happy memories it gains from indulging in desires, and the stronger the power that the Hell Plane can obtain from the Primordial Contract.
Therefore, Zuo Si is not like other demon lords who would immediately squeeze out the souls of mortals after getting them.
He chose a completely different way of raising pigs, which was to first give these souls a little sweetness, let them sink into endless desires and cravings, become fatter and fatter little by little, and use them as free labor to create value.
Once the fruits of depravity are fully mature, they will be sent to the torture chamber in an endless stream, taking advantage of the cannibalistic nature of capital and the systems and laws built on this core.
Want to keep your soul in a shell and enjoy a good life? What a joke! There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
If so, the trap hidden behind it will inevitably make you pay a very painful price.
And those "special talents" who stand out in the cruel competition will have the opportunity to be directly transformed into high-level devils.
As the devil who is best at propaganda and misleading in the entire hell force, the Deception Demon's language expression ability and emotional incitement ability are undoubtedly the best, so he is the most core executor of this process.
What's more, they didn't lie or cheat, they just selectively told the truth.
Just look at the envious and jealous eyes of the demons from other levels at this moment, as well as the large number of souls that have signed the contract and are being sent to the ninth level, and you will know how amazing the advantage of the Deception Demon is in this regard.
Of course, the huge, futuristic city also played a huge role.
"You created those funny demons?"
Oghma, the god of knowledge, who happened to pass by and saw this scene, asked with interest.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes. How about it, isn't the work efficiency of the Deception Demon outstanding?
They are better at social psychology than the original demons were at individual psychology.
That is to take advantage of the mortals' tendency to follow the herd, sign as many contracts as possible at one time, and then send souls to hell in batches.
You know, I spent a lot of time and effort in making them.
As for combat, the Trickster is a typical spellcaster, skilled in large-scale control, immobilization, charm, mind invasion and various emotional manipulation spells.
In addition, there is fire magic, which is what the devil is best at.
In close combat, the sharp claws and tail, as well as the countless mouths all over the body, can pose a considerable threat to the enemy.
Especially the pair of fly-like compound eyes, which can accurately lock and capture multiple targets at the same time.
Most of the enemy's attacks seemed to be in slow motion in their eyes."
"It is indeed perfect. It seems that you have extraordinary and unique insights into the concepts of the evil lawful camp and the ways of doing things of the devils." Oghma commented, stroking his beard on his chin.
You have to know that the devil's form is not something that can be easily created like the abyss.
With a strong tendency towards law, the creation of a new species of devil must be approved by the will of the Hell plane.
In other words, this new type of devil must be clearly representative, either causing mortals to become more corrupt and degenerate more quickly, or corresponding to the weaknesses and evil sides of human nature.
The Demon of Deception and the Demon of Lust both took both into account, so they were easily accepted by the will of Hell.
In contrast, the Zerg Demon, a top-level devil born purely for fighting, has not been fully accepted by the will of Hell.
This can be seen from the stringent requirements for its conversion and the fact that it cannot be mass-produced.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and responded, "It's not that I have any opinion, I just simply prefer the devils' nature of following the rules when doing things.
In addition, don't you think that the current situation in the Hazy Realm is too disorderly and chaotic? It has fallen to the point where the devil is needed to maintain order.
It's fine that Dark Sun doesn't care about anything, but isn't it a little too weird that Jaeger, the ancient god of death, didn't take any action either?"
Ogma smiled and replied, “Haha, believe me, it’s not that Jaeger is not doing anything, but that he is preparing to make a big move.
You know what? No other god of death in Toril is as favored by the death ministry and the entire Twilight Realm as he is.
As long as Jaeger is willing, he can take back all the priesthood he gave up at any time and return to being the awe-inspiring and powerful ancient god of death.
You have to understand that things like priesthood and divine power do not guarantee 100% effectiveness once you obtain them.
It requires a process of adaptation and the formation of its own understanding and philosophy.
Only when a god understands his own ministry far better than all other gods, does this ministry truly belong to him.
Otherwise, it would be like the Dark Sun now, where a large number of priesthoods would be lost instantly with just a slight pull.
Because this guy's understanding of other priesthoods is extremely superficial, except for his lies."
"So, Jaeger is training the next generation of Death Gods?"
Zuo Si's mind instantly thought of the former lover of the current magic goddess Midnight, the man who made Xirik hate him so much that he wanted to destroy his soul - Cranworth Lionsband.
“Your insight is always so sharp.
Yes, my old friend is plotting to tear the priesthood of death from Dark Sun and replace him with an entirely new god of death.
Ahead is the City of Judgment, and when you get there you will see the truth."
After saying this, Oghma quickened his pace.
The two walked side by side and quickly passed through a large area of chaos that had completely lost its order, and finally successfully arrived at the only city in this plane.
Of course, as a city of the dead, it certainly cannot be as bustling and lively as a city of the living.
On the contrary, it not only feels gloomy, boring and depressing, but is also filled with numb souls and countless undead creatures.
In the center of the city stands a giant tower made of transparent crystals that shines with dazzling light.
This was originally the place where the ancient god of death, Jaeger, ruled and judged souls, but now it has been occupied by Cyric and renamed the Skeleton Castle.
Thousands of humanoid skulls were densely hung on the outside of the crystal tower, and a mountain of bones was piled up below.
The aura of death and evil alone is enough to make most living people feel a biting chill and shudder from the depths of their souls.
Every once in a while, a force will randomly select a "lucky" soul in the City of Judgment and throw it directly out of the entire level.
The Chaos Hound Kozef, who had been waiting for a long time, would immediately rush forward, swallow the poor victim, and let it howl in despair before dying.
And for Xirik, who has already fallen into madness, this wailing is simply the most beautiful music in the world.
More importantly, any soul that has been eaten can no longer be resurrected by any means.
This applies to both the Nine Rings' wish-making technique and the complete resurrection technique.
Not to mention spells, even the gods themselves were unable to save the believers who were eaten by the Chaos Hound Kezef.
Just as Zuo Si was looking at this place filled with abundant and pure black mana with great interest and considering whether to make a land card, an undead creature in a black linen robe blocked their way.
He looked like an ancient mummy lord or a demigod mummy, but without any bandages, his gray skin tightly wrapped around his skinny body, his bulbous eyes were a strange yellowish color, and his jaws were very sharp, like a combination of a human and a mantis, and his nose and ears could not be distinguished from the skull face.
As for the dim cloak behind him, it was constantly absorbing the surrounding light like a black hole, as if it wanted to suck up the air as well.
Without a doubt!
This is the ancient god of death, today's recorder of death - Jaeger.
Because the power of death contained in his body cannot be faked.
"Long time no see, respected Lord of Knowledge. Welcome to you as well, young planeswalker from another world."
Jaeger took the initiative to greet him in a chilling voice that was low, empty, and void.
Oghma responded with a smile: "It's been a long time indeed.
I remember the last time I visited the City of Judgement was shortly after you divided the portfolio and power among Baal, Myrkul, and Bane.
At that time, I asserted that allowing these three ambitious guys to become gods would definitely cause a lot of trouble.
As a result, it wasn't long before they stole the Stone of Destiny, which aroused the wrath of the God Above All Gods, Io, which resulted in the gods being forcibly cast down to the mortal world during the Year of Troubles.
Although the Three Gods of Death paid a heavy price for this, many other gods were also implicated.
What's worse is that the new Grim Reaper is a complete lunatic and psychopath.
With his ignorant and shallow knowledge and understanding, he was simply not capable of handling so many priestly duties, let alone fulfilling his obligations.
Dear old friend, looking at the chaotic situation in the world of the dead today, don't you think you are wrong?"
"Please, can you please not mention that matter? Am I not trying my best to undo the mistakes I made and restore the Hazy Realm to its proper state as soon as possible?"
When saying this, Jaeger finally tore off his previous disguise as the ancient god of death and showed the emotions of a normal intelligent creature.
There is no doubt that in front of the God of Knowledge, he has no need to disguise himself.
Because when Oghma came to Toril, the entire Crystal Wall system was still in chaos and instability.
It was he who named everything, which gradually led to its present form.
At that time, no one knew where Jaeger, the god of death, was.
It is estimated that only Shar and Suren, as well as the Earth Mother Goddess Changtiya as the planetary consciousness, are older than Oghma.
As for the goddess of magic and the god of war who were born from the battle between the two goddesses of creation, they may be ranked behind the god of knowledge.
Therefore, Oghma may be one of the few gods in the world who knows the true origin and details of Jaeger.
"Oh, if you don't mind, can you tell me who this lucky guy who is about to ascend the throne of the God of Death is?"
A hint of curiosity flashed in Ogma's eyes.
He obviously knew very well that Jaeger would never take on the responsibility of being the God of Death again, and would rather cooperate with his "juniors" and give them certain guidance.
Jaeger did not answer directly, but instead turned his gaze to the young figure sitting in an open space in the distance and looking up at the sky.
He had short black hair and a handsome face that looked a little melancholy. He was still wearing the blood-stained armor and a tattered grey cloak. In his hand he was clutching the shadow of a sword.
There was no doubt that for a mortal soul he looked very different.
There is neither the anxiety and fear that ordinary mortals show after death, nor the dullness and numbness of souls that have stayed in the City of Judgment for a long time.
"who is he?"
Oghma asked in a low voice.
Jaeger answered without hesitation: "He is Kelemvor, the enemy that Dark Sun has been looking for.
However, Dark Sun had no ability to master the priesthood of death, so much so that he couldn't even find a soul in his own domain. It was extremely embarrassing.
If I were him, I would have surrendered all my priesthood and divine power and committed suicide out of shame.
What's even more ridiculous is that the idiot released the Chaos Hound Kozef, hoping to track him down with the help of the power of the ancient evil.
But he obviously forgot that the City of Judgment is not a place where anything can enter casually."
"Kelemvor?" Oghma raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Isn't that the former lover of the Mother of Magic? I remember when she asked you about it, you answered that you had not found this person's soul entering the world of the dead."
Jaeger explained calmly: “I didn't notice it at the time, but I found him by accident later.
Did you see that? The death forces of the entire plane are angry at the inaction of the current god of death, and they are constantly gathering towards Kelemvor.
This situation has been going on for a long time.
It won't be long before he gains enough power to tear apart the Dark Sun and death-related priesthoods.
Moreover, this young man has his own understanding of death. I think he should be able to become a qualified god of death."
"Soth, what do you think?"
Ogma suddenly asked without turning his head.
After a little thought, Zuo Si quickly gave a relatively objective answer.
After all, as far as he knew, Cranvor was the only god of death who did not create an atmosphere of mystery and horror, and who seriously explained the importance of death to ordinary people.
Just based on this point, in the eyes of mortals, he is much better than the ancient god of death, Jaeger.
As for the likes of Melkor and Cyric, they are not even worthy of carrying Clemvor's shoes.
"Oh, you think highly of Kelemvor?"
Jaeger glanced at Zuo Si with some surprise.
Although he has completely faded out of the sight of the gods most of the time and will not even attend those boring meetings and discussions, this does not mean that he is isolated from the world. On the contrary, he has obtained a lot of important information from other channels.
Including the extremely special group of planeswalkers, and the power called spark.
The most important thing is that the three Odrachi Titans descended into the Abyss, which brought a huge shock to the entire multiverse and made the ancient God of Death very interested in Zuo Si, an alien.
Zuo Si also noticed this and immediately nodded with a smile: "That's right. The world of death needs order to maintain it, and Kelemvor's strong inclination towards order perfectly meets the requirements.
His neutral character that slightly leans toward kindness is enough to offset the fear that death brings to mortals.
It can be predicted that the new Grim Reaper will soon be widely recognized by people after he takes office.
In addition, Clemvor's romantic relationship with the Mother of Magic during his lifetime will become an important bargaining chip for him to sit firmly on the throne of the God of Death.
At least when Dark Sun went mad because of this, the deterrence created by the two powerful gods joining forces was enough to keep the last bit of his sanity in his madness."
"Hahahaha! I love your sense of humor."
Jaeger laughed happily, as if he had seen Xirik's helpless and furious look.
In contrast, the smile on Ogma's face was much more reserved, and he then asked in a low voice: "When are you going to do it?"
"Maybe in a few days. I have to pick the right time and make sure the process isn't interrupted."
There was a chilling coldness in Jaeger's eyes.
He was undoubtedly filled with naked and undisguised contempt and disgust for Xirik, who never respected him and made a mess of the Hazy Realm.
If he hadn't been worried about sparking a war between gods and causing the Chaos Hound Kozef to rush in, he would have already begun trying to strip Xirik of his portfolio of death.
But Zuo Si took the initiative to suggest: "Great Lord of the End of All Things, if you don't mind, could you please postpone the time a little bit?"
"Oh? Why?"
Jaeger asked back in a slightly puzzled tone.
"Because I am planning a big move to pull Dark Sun down from the throne of powerful divine power in one fell swoop, and stripping him of his priesthood of death is the most important part of it."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and stated his plan openly.
In his opinion, this "cutting flesh with a blunt knife" approach of stripping one priesthood today and another tomorrow, although it could cause Xirik to feel pain and despair to the greatest extent, the risks involved were too great.
It is far better to concentrate all of them together, not giving the latter any time to react, and then completely knock it down with a set of combined punches.
“Soth intends to strip Dark Sun of all its gods except for the lies.
To this end, he even contacted three powerful divine powers, including me, several medium divine powers and many weak divine powers.
We plan to work together when the time is right.
If we include the future new god of death and the soon-to-be-resurrected god of tyranny Bane, that's five powerful divine powers.
In the face of this force, Dark Sun has no chance of winning at all.
What's more, he has now fallen into madness because of the dangerous artifact he made. He openly declared that he is the only true God in the world, which is equivalent to declaring war on all gods.
It won't be long before Tempus, the god of war, Suna, the goddess of love and beauty, and even the pantheons of the elves, dwarves, gnomes, and halflings, join in denouncing him.
The longer it takes, the better it is for us.”
Oghma added something meaningful.
When Jaeger heard this, he immediately showed an expression of shock and disbelief: "The only true God? How dare this guy say that! Has he forgotten that the reason he can become a god is entirely due to the generous gift of His Majesty Io, the God above all gods?"
Oghma sighed helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, although I know countless secret knowledge, I can't guess the thoughts of a madman and psychopath.
Although Dark Sun's behavior was related to reading the evil divine book.
But I assure you that he expressed his truest thoughts when he made that book.
This guy is not satisfied with his current status and wants to be above all gods.
My view on this kind of irrational lunatic is the same as South's, which is to suppress him as much as possible to the point where he can't cause too much damage."
"Okay, then I'll postpone my action for a while. It won't take more than a few days anyway."
Jaeger agreed very readily.
In this way, the last piece of the puzzle to defeat Xirik was finally completed.
All we have to wait for now is the war that will break out in Zhentil Keep.
After finishing their business, Zuo Si and Ogma did not leave immediately.
Instead, at the invitation of the ancient god of death, he went to visit the place where he lived and talked about some topics about planeswalkers, the dark void, the Eldrazi and other time and space.
In return, Jaeger gave him some knowledge, records, and magical items from the Netherese era.
In addition, he also allowed Zuo Si to create several land cards around the City of Judgment and draw on the inexhaustible negative energy here at will.
When the visit ended and they left the hazy realm and returned to the material world, the face of the God of Knowledge Oghma suddenly became serious and earnest, and he issued a solemn warning: "Be careful of the Lord of the End of All Things! Don't be fooled by his friendliness! In some aspects, he is no less dangerous than the dark goddess of creation."
"You mean... he can't be considered an ally?"
A strange light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
"ally?"
Oghma gave a sarcastic sneer.
"I don't dare to be an ally with a god like him. It's enough to maintain this kind of friendly relationship.
Because the last person he admired and regarded as an ally was the ancient sun god Amaunator.
But when Netheril was destroyed, this god fell inexplicably.
The speed is simply jaw-dropping.
Although there is no evidence, I think it is most likely the result of a collaboration between him and the Dark Goddess.
After all, for the latter, the sun god is one of the gods she hates and is most hostile to. "
"I see." Zuo Si nodded thoughtfully, "I think I know what to do."
"Just keep it in mind. Also, don't tell the Mother of Magic about Kelemvor for now. I'm worried that she might do something irrational and impulsive because of her remaining mortal character." Ogma specifically warned.
"I understand. I know almost as much as you do about the grudges between these three. But if you think about it carefully, it is quite exaggerated that three out of the four adventuring teams succeeded in the end."
Zuo Si couldn't help but complain quietly.
Compared to the childish way the Three Gods of Death were deified, the experiences of Kelemvor, Midnight, and Cyric are simply a legend.
Two of them had personally participated in the battle to kill gods, and both survived and became the ultimate winners.
Ogma smiled and sighed, “Well, it's indeed a bit exaggerated.
But I suspect that all of this is a script designed by His Majesty Io, the God above Gods.
On the one hand, the three gods of death who stole the Stone of Destiny were punished, and on the other hand, the three mortals who contributed the most in retrieving the Stone were rewarded.
In addition, according to my observation, the Stone of Destiny does not actually have a power that overrides the gods, but is more like a set of rules and oaths.
By forging these rules and oaths, all gods can perform their duties and make the whole world run normally.
It's a pity that there is never a shortage of ambitious and insatiable people in this world.
Especially the new gods who have just been promoted from mortals.
Okay, that's it for this meeting.
I believe you will have a lot of things to do next, and I am just about to go to the Abyss to observe the changes in Ozachi."
After saying this, the God of Knowledge turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
"Could there be some unknown secret and alliance between the ancient God of Death and the Dark Goddess? Could the Sun God Amaunator have died in a conspiracy between the two? Interesting..."
Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised with a playful expression, and then he also cast a teleportation magic and returned to the Mage Tower.
But when he just walked out of the teleportation room, he was shocked to find that the natural servant he had just created, Nimidona, was sitting on the head of the Purgatory Red Dragon Wilmes in a very elegant posture.
The latter was tied up like a dumpling by some magical vines growing from the ground, and no matter how he struggled he could not get free.
Not to mention breaking free, he couldn't even open his mouth, let alone breathe out deadly flames. He could only continuously spew sparks and black smoke from his nostrils to vent his inner anger and dissatisfaction.
The succubus loli Atona stood nearby with an innocent look on her face, showing no intention of stepping forward to help.
The little wolf and the dire wolf goblins stood in a circle staring at each other, not knowing what to do at all.
"Uh--can anyone tell me what happened?"
Zuo Si glanced at the traces of fighting in the dragon's nest and asked in an uncertain tone.
"It's no big deal, father. It's just that your pet has a bad temper, so I taught her a lesson for you." Nimidona stood up and explained with a smile.
"Pet? Lesson!"
Zuo Si seemed to understand something in an instant and immediately turned his gaze towards the succubus loli.
The latter immediately understood what he meant, and hurried over to report in a low voice: "Master, it was Wilmes who took the initiative to provoke, saying that he wanted to teach this angel sister a lesson and let her know who is the second person in this tower. As a result..."
"And ended up getting beaten up by Nimidona?"
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he secretly observed a second of silence for Wilmes.
Speaking of which, this guy is quite unlucky.
With her current power as the Purgatory Red Dragon, she can be considered to have barely made it into the top tier in the continent of Faerun.
But there were so many people he could choose to establish his authority, but he chose the advanced version of the Seraph God Servant - the Nature God Servant.
That's standard divine power!
Why are you provoking her? Isn't it obvious that you are going to make yourself unhappy?
In the material world, even the incarnations and projections of demon lords of the level of the Three Giants of the Abyss will inevitably be beaten to a pulp by them.
Combat effectiveness cannot be measured according to common sense.
With Zuo Si's current LV14 planeswalker spark level, he can't even make it into a card, which shows how amazing its power is.
Atona nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, that's right. It took Angel Sister less than a minute to turn Wilmes into what he is now. Master, who is she and why does she call you father?"
"She was created by me."
After figuring out the situation, Zuo Si reached out and touched the succubus Loli's hair, then walked straight to the side of the Purgatory Red Dragon and asked in a slightly joking tone: "How do you feel now?"
"Wuwuwuwuwu!!!"
Wilmes struggled desperately and sparks flew out of his nostrils and between his teeth. His emotions were so excited that they were beyond words.
"Alas - I have told you so many times that there are gods above us and gods above us.
No matter what you do, don't be so arrogant. It is safest to keep a low profile.
But you just won't listen.
Now that you've been taught a lesson, are you behaved now?
Remember next time, don't provoke anyone easily.
Even if you want to kill him, keep smiling and being nice until the last second when you decide to strike."
Zuo Si took the opportunity to criticize the red dragon of purgatory in front of him, and kicked its huge dragon head from time to time.
Wilmes was obviously very angry, his stomach was heaving with anger and he kept rolling his eyes.
Although she has no whites of her eyes, every time she tumbles around she looks very funny.
About three to five minutes later, Zuo Si asked Nimidona to remove those extremely tough magic vines.
The moment he regained his freedom, Wilmes suddenly jumped up from the ground and roared: "I don't accept it! That was a sneak attack! It doesn't count!"
"So you want to fight again? Never mind. I'm more than happy to oblige."
As she spoke, Nimidona slowly drew out the Blade of Life, a cat-playing-with-mouse smile on her face.
"I...I'm too tired today and need to rest. I'll make sure you know how powerful I am some other day."
Wilmes was obviously scared, knowing that he couldn't beat the guy in front of him who looked like a high-level angel.
But as the saying goes, it is better to lose the battle than to lose the person, so you must not admit defeat verbally.
Otherwise, how can I survive in the Mage Tower in the future?
What would those goblins, werewolves, dire wolves, demon bats, half-dragons and other magical creatures think of themselves?
So face must be preserved at all costs.
Anyway, as we are in the same camp, there is no need to worry about the other side taking ruthless actions.
Seeing Wilmes's "dead arrogant" face, Zuo Si couldn't help but sneer and tease, "Come on! Don't be so stubborn and suffer for your reputation.
You have been tied to the ground like a dead pig and cannot move. According to actual combat standards, your head should have been chopped off by now, so what's the point of fighting again another day?
Even if you hit it a thousand times or ten thousand times, the result will still be the same.
Let me be honest with you, Nimidona is a nature servant, an enhanced and advanced version of the Seraph servant.
She possesses power that is comparable to that of a god to a certain extent, so don't even think about revenge.
Otherwise, you will be embarrassed every time you are beaten."
"What? Seraphic Servant!"
When Wilmes heard the name, he opened his mouth in shock, stared at Nimidona in amazement, and even rubbed his eyes with his paws.
Although she is an uneducated muscular dragon, she still knows something about those top alien creatures.
"My name is Nimidona, and I am a natural servant created by my father. It's nice to meet you, dear Wilmes. Let's get along well and be friends in the future."
Nimidona winked playfully.
Obviously, compared with those serious and rigid Seraph servants, she has a more lively personality because of the addition of a large amount of green mana that symbolizes life and nature.
The absolutely neutral camp also gives it a flexible moral bottom line and will not be bound by anything.
"Humph! So what if I'm a Seraph Servant? I don't want to be friends with you."
Wilmes raised his chin with pride, then staggered to his own pile of treasure, lay down and pretended to yawn, then curled up, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Of course, only she herself knows whether she was really sleeping or just pretending to sleep.
Anyway, if it were any other evil and brutal red dragon, it would definitely not be able to sleep if it was beaten up in public like this and tied to the ground unable to move.
In the face of the Purgatory Red Dragon's almost childish behavior, the only thing Zuo Si could do was to sigh helplessly, then dismiss all the werewolves who were watching and return to the upper level with the nature servant and the succubus loli Atona.
He doesn't have time to play this kind of house game with Wilmes now. He must speed up the process of arming Nimidona and make it a powerful fighting force.
(End of this chapter)
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