"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.
也就是利用凡人喜欢从众的心理，尽可能多的一次性签署大量契约，然后成批成批的将灵魂送入地狱。
要知道当初为了制作他们，我可是花费了不少的心思呢。
至于战斗方面，欺诈魔则是典型的施法者，擅长大范围控制、定身、魅惑、心灵入侵和各种情绪操纵法术。
除此之外还有魔鬼最擅长的火焰类魔法。
近战中那锋利的爪子和尾巴，还有遍布在身上无数的嘴巴，都能给敌人造成相当巨大的威胁。
尤其是那双苍蝇一样的复眼，可以同时精准锁定和捕捉多个目标。
大部分敌人的攻击动作，在他们眼里就像是慢动作一样。”
“的确相当完美。看来你对于邪恶守序阵营的理念，还有魔鬼们的行事作风，都有着非同寻常的独到见解。”欧格玛摸着下巴上的胡须评价道。
要知道魔鬼的形态可不是像深渊那样随随便便就能捏出来一个奇葩。
在强大的守序倾向下，想要创造一个新的魔鬼种类必须要得到地狱位面意志的认可。
也就是说，这个新魔鬼种类要有鲜明的代表性，要么能让凡人更多、更快的腐化堕落，要么对应着人性中的弱点和邪恶面。
欺诈魔和纵欲魔都是两者兼顾，所以很轻易的就被地狱意志接受了。
相比之下，反倒是异虫魔这个纯粹为了战斗而生的顶级魔鬼，并没有完全被地狱意志接受。
这一点从它转化的苛刻要求，以及无法批量生产就能看得出来。
想到这，左思耸了耸肩膀回应道：“见解谈不上，我只是单纯比较喜欢魔鬼们做事情讲规矩的天性而已。
另外，您难道不觉得朦胧之域目前的局势实在是太过于无序和混乱吗？ 居然沦落到要靠魔鬼来维持秩序的地步。
暗日什么都不管也就算了，但作为远古的死亡之神耶格也没有任何动作，是不是有些太过于诡异了一点？”
欧格玛笑着回答道：“呵呵，相信我，这并不是耶格不作为，而是他准备要搞一个大动作了。
知道吗？ 在托瑞尔，没有任何一个死神能够像他一样得到死亡神职和整个朦胧之域的青睐。
只要耶格愿意，随时都可以把他放弃的神职统统拿回来，再次恢复到那个令人望而生畏的强大远古死神。
你要明白，神职和神力这种东西，并不是得到了就能百分之百发挥其作用。
它需要有一个适应的过程，并且形成独属于自己的理解与哲学观。
唯有当一个神对自己的神职理解远超其他所有的神，那么这个神职才真正属于他自己。
否则就会像现在的暗日那样，被轻轻一拉扯就会瞬间失去大量的神职。
因为这家伙除了谎言之外，对其他神职的理解简直肤浅到了极致。”
“所以，耶格正在培养下一代死神？”
左思脑海中瞬间联想到了现任魔法女神午夜曾经的恋人，那个让希瑞克痛恨到想要毁灭其灵魂的男人——克兰沃·莱昂斯班。
“你的洞察力永远都是那么的敏锐。
是的，我的这位老朋友正在谋划着从暗日身上撕裂死亡神职，并且让一位全新的死神取代他。
前边就是审判之城，等到了那里你就会看到真相。”
说罢，欧格玛加快了脚下的步伐。
两人肩并肩很快穿过大片已经彻底失去秩序的混乱之地，最终成功抵达这个位面唯一的城市。
当然，作为死者之城，肯定不可能像活人的城市那样喧嚣热闹。
恰好相反，它给人的感觉不仅灰暗、乏味、压抑，而且密密麻麻到处都是麻木的灵魂，以及数不清的海量亡灵生物。
在城市的中心，耸立着一座由透明晶石构成，且闪耀着刺眼光芒的巨型高塔。
这里原本是远古死亡之神耶格用来统治和审判灵魂的地方，但现在已经被希瑞克所占据，被改名成为骸骨城堡。
成千上万类人生物的颅骨就那样密密麻麻悬挂在水晶塔的外侧，下方更是堆砌起了一座骸骨山。
光是散发出来的死亡与邪恶气息就足以让大多数活人感受到刺骨的寒意，以及发自灵魂深处的颤栗。
每隔一段时间，便会有一股力量在审判之城内随机挑选一个“幸运”的灵魂，直接将其扔到整个层面之外。
等候在多时的混沌魔犬柯兹夫便会立刻冲上去，将这个可怜的受害者吞下，并让其在临死前发出绝望的哀嚎。
而这哀嚎对于已经陷入疯狂的希瑞克来说，简直就是世间最美妙的音乐。
更重要的是，凡是被吃掉的灵魂，再也没有办法通过任何手段复活。
无论是九环的许愿术还是完全复生术都不例外。
别说法术了，就连众神自己都没有办法拯救那些被混沌魔犬柯兹夫吃掉的信徒。
正当左思兴致勃勃打量着这个遍布着充沛且纯粹黑色法术力的地方，并且考虑是不是要做一张地牌的时候，一名身披黑色麻布长袍的不死生物拦住了两人的去路。
他看起来就像是个远古木乃伊领主或者半神木乃伊，但却并没有缠绕任何绷带，灰暗的皮肤紧紧包裹着干瘦的身体，球根状的眼睛呈现出一种诡异的淡黄色。下颚骨则像人类和螳螂结合了一样非常的尖锐，从那张骷髅脸上根本分辨不出鼻子和耳朵。
至于身后那件暗淡的斗篷，更是如同黑洞般不断吸收着周围的光线，仿佛要把空气也一起吸干。
毫无疑问！
这位就是远古的死亡之神，现如今的死亡记录者——耶格。
因为他体内蕴含着的死亡神力根本做不了假。
“好久不见，尊敬的知识之王。同样也欢迎你，来自异世界的年轻旅法师。”
耶格用一种寒气逼人且充满低沉、空旷和虚无的声音主动打了个招呼。
欧格玛面带微笑的回应道：“的确好久不见。
我记得上一次访问审判之城，还是你把神职和神力分给巴尔、米尔寇和班恩之后不久。
当时我就断言，让这三个野心勃勃的家伙成为神，肯定会闹出不小的乱子。
结果还没过多久，他们便窃取命运石板引发了神上之神艾欧陛下的震怒，结果导致动荡之年诸神被强行打落凡间。
虽然死亡三神也因此而付出了惨重的代价，但也有不少其他的神遭到牵连。
更要命的是，新上任的死神是个彻头彻尾的疯子兼神经病。
以他那无知浅薄的知识和理解能力，根本不足以驾驭如此多的神职，更无法履行自己应尽的义务。
亲爱的老朋友，看看现如今死者世界混乱的局势，你难道还不认为自己错了吗？”
“拜托，你能别提那件事情了吗？我现在不是已经在尽力挽回当初犯下的错误，争取让朦胧之域早日恢复它应有的状态么。”
在说这句话的时候，耶格终于撕下了之前作为远古死神的伪装，表现出了一个正常智慧生物该有的情绪。
毫无疑问，在知识之神的面前，他根本没有任何伪装的必要。
因为欧格玛来到托瑞尔的时候，整个晶壁系尚处于一片混沌和不安定之中。
是他为万事万物定名，才使其逐渐形成了现如今的样子。
当时作为死神的耶格还不知道在哪呢。
估计只有莎尔和苏伦，以及作为星球意识的大地母神裳禔亚比欧格玛更加古老。
至于从两位创世女神争斗中诞生的魔法女神和战神，可能都要排在知识之神后边。
所以欧格玛可能是这个世界上为数不多知晓耶格真正来历跟底细的神。
“哦，如果不介意的话，能告诉我这位即将登上死神王座的幸运儿是谁吗？”
欧格玛眼睛里闪过一丝好奇。
他显然非常清楚，耶格是永远也不会再次承担起作为死神的职责，更倾向于跟“后辈”合作，并给与对方一定的指点。
耶格并没有直接回答，而是将目光投向了远处那个坐在空地上仰望天空的年轻身影。
黑色的短发、略显忧郁的英俊面容，身上还穿着生前沾满鲜血的盔甲，以及一件灰色的破旧斗篷，手里死死攥着一柄剑的虚影。
毫无疑问，作为一个凡人的灵魂而言，他看上去是如此的与众不同。
既没有普通凡人死亡后所表现出来的不安与恐惧，也没有长期滞留于审判之城灵魂的呆滞跟麻木。
“他是谁？”
欧格玛低声询问道。
耶格不假思索的回答：“他就是克兰沃，那个暗日一直在寻找的仇敌。
不过暗日根本没能力掌握死亡神职，以至于连在自己的领域内找个灵魂都做不到，简直丢人现眼到了极点。
如果我是他，早就直接交出所有神职和神力羞愧的自杀了。
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 wolves 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)