A Pit Fiend commander who had just escaped from Bilel's "Death Tumble" through his spell-like ability - Advanced Teleportation, roared at his subordinates who had suffered heavy losses.
In fact, there was no need for him to remind them. When they saw such a terrifying super-giant monster rushing towards them, most of the demons with teleportation abilities and who reacted quickly chose to cast magic and run away at the first moment.
After all, they are not called the best "strategic retreat" race in the universe for nothing.
In fact, the devil has two very obvious characteristics when fighting or even at war.
First, these guys would never show mercy, nor would they deliberately play with their prey like demons when they have the upper hand. Instead, they would do their best to annihilate the enemy from the very beginning.
Second, if after giving his all at the beginning he finds that the opponent is stronger than expected, then the devil will choose "strategic retreat" without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.
Unless their immediate superior issues a death order, requiring them to hold back the enemy at all costs and not retreat a single step.
The most important thing is that as long as the devils successfully surpass the level of inferior devils and imps to become hooked devils, they will gain the spell-like ability of [Advanced Teleportation (only for themselves)] that can be cast unlimitedly every day.
Therefore, every mid-level and high-level devil can quickly enter the battlefield and launch a surprise attack by repeatedly teleporting in a short period of time, and then retreat before the opponent can react.
A skilled demon commander would make full use of this, first ordering a large number of the lowest-level cannon fodder demons and various undead creatures to stand in front, while dividing his mid- and high-level demons into different batches, creating chaos by repeatedly cutting in and launching surprise attacks.
As long as the enemy's formation and command system are out of sync, they will immediately take action to seize the weakness and beat the enemy to death with a series of combined punches.
In the bloody battle, the devils were able to pin down demons that were several times or even dozens of times their own number with very few troops. This was due to their superb tactics, the army's strong discipline and unparalleled execution capabilities.
Although mid-level and high-level demons can cast the spell-like ability of [Advanced Teleportation] at will, their chaotic nature determines that they are unable to execute such sophisticated tactics.
It is estimated that after completing the teleportation and cutting in, it won't take long for the demon to get so encrossed in killing that it will forget about retreating.
As a result, the surprise retreat turned into a suicide charge, with their own losses far greater than those inflicted on the enemy.
Therefore, what the demons are best at is to take advantage of their overwhelming numerical advantage and the uncertain combat effectiveness of each individual. With a wave of their hands, the entire army will attack and fight each other.
As the middle and high-level demons fled the center of the battlefield, the inferior demons, imps, undead creatures, various construct creatures, half-blood tieflings and other enslaved cannon fodder who had no teleportation ability were in big trouble.
Even though the little devils cast invisibility spells one after another, it was completely useless in front of the ever-expanding size of Bilel.
Wherever he crushed, not to mention living things, even a large piece of magma would be swallowed up.
Moreover, the eyes at the end of the tentacles seem to have a natural anti-invisibility function.
Countless little devils, still invisible, were captured by tentacles made of a mixture of flesh, bones and metal, and then stuffed into those huge mouths and crushed, making them scream in pain and miserably.
As for the inferior demons who had no consciousness in the first place and were just blindly following orders, they were even more miserable. Most of them died within a few minutes.
There is no doubt that in the process of continuous perfection, Bilel gained an ability that other Phyrexian creations did not have, that is, endless devouring.
Perhaps it was because of his extreme resistance to the pain caused by the erosion of his mind by the oil, or perhaps it was the sin and corruption that corresponded to the only form of the great devil.
In short, the more painful he was, the more he wanted to vent it, which led to this unique form.
Moreover, Zuo Si could clearly feel that as more and more matter and energy were swallowed, the oil engine being formed inside it became increasingly huge.
It even exceeds the total number of all the judges in the New Phyrexia forces, including Ellenon.
In this state, Bilel was like an ultimate stitched life form.
The brains and souls of a large number of demons are integrated into it in a bizarre way, and under the control of the central controller, they control one or several tentacles in a relatively independent form.
The spells and attacks that kept exploding on the surface of the huge oval body could at best damage or destroy one or several terminal control units, and had no effect on the core hidden inside.
Most importantly, the Shuo Oil will continue to be repaired, transformed, upgraded, and iterated, allowing it to continue to evolve in battle.
At present, some spell-like abilities obtained by devouring high-level demons can allow the tentacles at the end to open portals and directly cross the distance in space to attack the hellish demons, snake demons and horned demon commanders hiding in the distance.
Not only that, a structure similar to a processing workshop has formed in his body, which continuously produces some strange constructs with mouths and tentacles like his clones and appearance like mutant beholders.
The moment these guys are released, they will use their own anti-gravity flight and magic teleportation to suddenly flash to where the enemies are relatively densely populated to launch attacks.
Although they look small and exquisite compared to Bilaier's real body.
But in fact, the diameter of each one is more than thirty to fifty meters, and the large ones may exceed one hundred meters.
As long as they successfully devour enough creatures, these guys will flash back instantly and transfer the energy and matter obtained from decomposition to the mother body.
"Damn it! Can anyone tell me what this thing is? Why have I never heard of something like this on the fourth floor before?"
Seeing the heavy losses suffered by the devil army under his command, with the entire vanguard almost wiped out before reaching their destination, Viscount Mamman finally could not bear it any longer and questioned several of his most capable devil dukes in a harsh voice.
Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.
Even the chief intelligence officer chose to keep his mouth shut and lower his head, not daring to look into those snake-like eyes.
After all, they spend so many resources every year to infiltrate and plant spies in the fourth level. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any secrets in the entire level.
But this huge monster in front of them, whose origin was unknown, was like a loud slap in the face of all the senior executives present.
What's worse is that they have no way to deal with this behemoth. They tried many times to control it or even destroy it completely, but failed in the end.
Even when hundreds of high-level devils gathered together to perform a magic ritual that summoned a huge flaming meteorite from the sky, it only flattened the huge oval body a little.
To be precise, at the moment the meteorite hit, an invisible red energy protective field suddenly emerged, followed by a large number of tentacles gathering together to form an amazing buffer, successfully deflecting most of the damage into the river of fire next to it.
You don't need to ask to know that what Bilel just used was the famous [Anti-Color Protection Ring], a unique spell that can make oneself completely immune to certain energy damage.
Since he is a devil, he is naturally closer to red mana. He has also devoured so many devils with the same red mana attributes, so it is completely reasonable that he eventually awakened the [Anti-Red Protection Ring].
In contrast, Zuo Si himself is better at using the three-color protection of anti-black, red, and blue.
On the one hand, these three colors are what the old dragon Nicol Bolas is good at, so he puts much more effort and energy in this area than on the other two colors of mana.
On the other hand, he is indeed more proficient in and frequently uses the necromancy magic, which symbolizes the black color, and other magic related to decay and withering, as well as the evocation magic that is full of destructive power, as well as the control, change and mind charm spells.
With the emergence of the [Anti-Red Protection Ring], the fire magic that the devils were most proud of completely lost its effect.
If one wanted to inflict damage to Bilel, he would have to charge forward and risk being captured and devoured in close combat.
And this is obviously tantamount to committing suicide.
“My Lord, I think that no matter what that monster is, our plan has been exposed and there is no way to move forward.
It would be better to retreat to the third level before anyone discovers us.
At least this can reduce losses and avoid being caught by other lords and taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble.
Most importantly, we have no idea how His Majesty Asmodeus would react to such an overstepping of boundaries."
A devil duke loyal to Mammon gave cautious advice.
It is not difficult to see from his tone and reaction that he does not actually support this dual military and political adventure.
After all, the current situation facing the third level is not optimistic, and there are no reliable allies.
Exposing oneself rashly to the sight of all the devils would only lead to a joint stranglehold by the two major political groups in hell.
"retreat?
What about the cooperation I reached with Bile? You know, I have already broken the covenant once during the Great Purge! If it happens a second time, no one in the whole hell will be willing to be my ally. "
Viscount Mamman asked sternly, spitting out his snake-like tongue.
Since the evil and fallen side he represents is greed, he often does many things that are not in line with the "lawful" tendency in order to protect his own interests or seize the interests of others.
The most direct manifestation is the third-level devil's endless pursuit of wealth.
In the eyes of most demons in other levels, things that are quite valuable in the material world, such as gold, silver, and gems, are merely tools to achieve a certain purpose and lure mortals to sign more contracts to sell their souls.
If it is convenient, they don't mind collecting more for emergency use, but they will never place it on the same level of importance as the soul.
Whenever the devils discover that seizing wealth and treasure might attract overly dangerous enemies or threaten other more important plans, they will choose to give up without hesitation.
After all, in hell, only souls are truly valuable hard currency, and as long as the primordial contract is still in effect, inflation and depreciation will never occur.
However, Viscount Maman and his men have completely opposite practices in this regard. Occasionally, they would rather sacrifice their lives than their wealth, and are often ridiculed by demons at other levels.
It is this greedy nature that makes Maman often waver and have no so-called fixed position at all. He usually leans towards whichever side gives him more benefits.
If it were an abyss demon, there would be nothing to blame.
But the problem is that he is in hell, and the people he deals with are extremely lawful demons.
With no fixed political stance, no coherent diplomatic strategy, and an erratic character driven by the temptation of interests, it would be strange if this was not despised and scorned.
Although many powerful demons present wanted to complain about their lord, they held back the words when they came to their lips.
After all, as long as Mammon remains the lord of the third level, they will have to continue to endure this capricious master, otherwise they will be suppressed or even demoted.
Just as the senior executives were silent, a six-winged figure with metallic white light all over his body suddenly appeared above the river of boiling flames and magma.
The Angel of Khorne, Zariel! Mammon recognized the madwoman who had messed up the whole hell at first sight.
You should know that the fact that the other party left from the deep underground of the bronze fortress of Avernus on the first level and joined the ninth level to become a subordinate lord is no secret to the lords of other levels.
Even some lords, including him, were waiting to see Zuo Si make a fool of himself.
After so many years of observation, the entire Hell of Baator knew that "Daughter of War" Zariel was an absolute psychopath. Even Asmodeus could not completely subdue her. Instead, she would cause trouble every now and then, and every time she did, it was a earth-shattering big thing.
This is something that no one in a higher position can tolerate.
Mammon guessed that Asmodeus replaced Zariel with Bayer because he was really fed up with her and couldn't stand her lawless and crazy personality.
Therefore, lords at many levels felt that after becoming Zuo Si's subordinate, Zariel would definitely accumulate strength and look for opportunities to rebel and seize power.
It’s a pity that after such a long time, no news that the outside world expected has come.
What shocked countless demons even more was that the ninth level could actually maintain stable rule even when the lord was often absent.
Whether it was the Succubus Queen Mecanthut or the Khorne Angel Zariel, they all performed their duties honestly and had no intention of replacing them.
This simply goes against the devil's nature of being crazy about power.
Just as Mammon began to have wild thoughts about the appearance of his old rival, Zariel had already crossed the rolling river of flames with the huge oil jet engine behind him, smashed the head of the chain demon who stepped forward to stop him with one punch, and greeted him with a cruel and bloodthirsty expression on his face.
"Long time no see, dear Maman, you are still the same despicable person who always acts secretly as before."
"Zariel! Why are you here?"
Maman obviously did not get angry because of the slightest offense and insult.
Because for the crazy woman in front of him, these words were already quite restrained and polite.
When I led the troops to support the second level during the Great Liquidation Operation, the insults from the other side were much harsher than they are now.
Zariel shook the brains off his metal fist and said in a condescending tone, "I'm here to remind you that your behavior has crossed the line.
According to the laws and rules of Hell, it is a taboo for a lord of one level to enter the territory of a lord of another level without permission, invitation and permission.
Guess what would happen to you if this matter was reported to Asmodeus? I guarantee that although he is unlikely to deprive you of your lordship, he will definitely give you a severe enough punishment.
Remember how the fifth-level lord Levistus was frozen?
Remember how the seventh-layer Lord Baalzebub lost his proud handsome fallen angel appearance and turned into an ugly and disgusting slug? Although I think you are ugly enough now, Asmodeus can definitely make you uglier. "
"So you're here to warn me?
For whom? Asmodeus?
Or is it your nominal lord Soth? Or is it he who planned the power struggle that broke out in the fourth plane?
Besides, how do you know I wasn't invited? The reason I'm here is because I got permission from the fourth-level lord Philna to help quell the rebellion. If you don't believe me, you can ask her father, Grand Duke Bilai. "
While trying to quibble, Maman kept looking around with the corner of his eye, trying to find the devil army hiding nearby and preparing to ambush him.
Seeing the other party's stubborn attitude, Zariel just laughed contemptuously and answered very straightforwardly: "The master I represent and serve will always be the only one.
That is Soth, the creator and father who gave me new life.
And that big guy who's slaughtering and devouring your troops is Bilel.
Guess what, can he still justify your actions now?
At this moment, the power struggle on the fourth level has come to an end, and Philna has won the final victory.
So your political speculation failed from the very beginning, and there was no hope of winning from the beginning to the end.
Now this game of thrones is over.
The only thing you can do is to roll back immediately, otherwise it will trigger a full-scale war between the third and fourth levels.
Maybe other lords will be implicated, leading to a second reckoning."
There is no doubt that Zariel's words instantly made Maman's heart sink to the bottom. He subconsciously turned around and stared at the behemoth in the distance that was devouring the devil army unscrupulously.
What made him feel even more unbelievable was that Zariel, who always liked to speak with fists and violence, could actually give advice so clearly and rationally.
Especially the divine power emanating from the other party's body, it was as if he was a genuine god who had obtained the priesthood.
Although powerful demons and abyss lords becoming gods is nothing new.
In ancient times, many of them were genuine gods.
But as time goes by and the belief system in the universe improves, it becomes increasingly difficult to do this.
Some demons and devils that were once gods have lost their status as gods and have become various types of quasi-divine powers.
Now, Maman was a little confused about Zariel's condition. What kind of cards did the other party hold that he dared to appear in front of him alone.
After a minute or two of silence, he pointed at the unrecognizable Bilel not far away and asked, "Did you and Soth make him look like this? Did Gracia gather the army and pose as if they were ready to attack at any time at the border just to deliberately create tension and attract the attention of other lords?
Then you secretly bribed Kazra, the commander of the spike demons in the Abrimok Fortress, to have him pretend to side with Bilel, and then use the opportunity after the two sides start fighting to launch a backstab? In this way, with the cooperation from inside and outside, Firna can easily seize the dominance of the fourth plane.
What a good plan.
It seems that everyone has underestimated this young crown prince of hell.
Should I say that you are worthy of being valued by Asmodeus?"
When saying this, Maman's eyes revealed a strong fear.
With the help of the intelligence sent back by his spies and his own analysis, he almost reconstructed the entire incident.
I finally understood why, when Bilel sent out a distress signal at the last moment, he howled in pain and despair like a wild beast, and it was so crazy and urgent.
In this series of actions, the other party successfully seized the biggest weakness in Bilaier's character, that is, the arrogance and conceit engraved in his bones, and then used it as a breakthrough to exploit it.
The most terrifying thing is that Zuo Si doesn't look like a novice who is participating in this kind of game for the first time.
Instead, he was like an old fox, accurately predicting the possible reactions of the lords at each level, and ensuring that his plans would not be interfered with by any party through mutual checks and balances.
If he had not reached a secret agreement with Bilel in private, Mammon was sure that he would now be like the other lords, staring at Gracia's legions, and would not realize that he had been fooled until the dust settled on the fourth floor.
"You already know the answer, don't you? Now choose.
Should I retreat obediently or continue to go further and further down this wrong path.
Although I personally hope that you will choose to fight to the end.
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zariel raised the magic chainsaw in his hand, which was shining coldly and spinning at high speed, and grinned with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile.
As a madman who lives purely for fighting and war, her only meaning in life is to reap lives and spread terror.
Even when facing thousands of devil armies alone, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was extremely excited.
If this situation happened to a devil, he would have started fighting without even saying a word.
But demons are lawful and rational creatures, and rarely let their emotions interfere with their impulsive decisions.
What's more, Maman is a typical greedy person who is only interested in profit and will never do anything that he cannot benefit from.
So after thinking for a moment, he announced very straightforwardly: "Okay, you win this time, I will withdraw my troops immediately.
But that huge monster, shouldn't you control it a little bit? It is madly chasing and slaughtering my army.
With it here, even if I wanted to order a retreat, I couldn't do it quickly."
"Can!"
Zariel agreed without even thinking about it.
She put away the chainsaw and hung it on the huge weapon rack behind her, then raised her hand and made a grasping motion in the direction of Bilaier.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!
The huge oil engine under the latter's body was instantly ignited and it quickly flew into the air. The clone that was madly harvesting lives also returned to the mother body and flew towards this side at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing the terrifying black shadow growing bigger and closer overhead, Maman and his men immediately retreated to a safe distance.
There was a loud bang immediately afterwards, and the fragile ground beneath his feet was smashed through by the landing of Biler. Countless flames and magma gushed out from the ground, forming a terrible column of fire that shot straight into the sky.
Thanks to the effect of the [Anti-Red Protection Ring], this guy did not suffer even the slightest harm. Instead, he devoured the red energy to his heart's content and continued to forge the increasingly powerful sparkling oil engine in his body.
At this moment, the inside of his oval body has become an ultra-high temperature reactor, and the sparkling oil is constantly rotating around the reactor, continuously inputting various materials and energy into it for reaction, shaping various alloys for different uses.
But even so, the great devil still did not completely transform. Instead, he retained the last bit of rationality and roared in a deafening voice: "Kill me! Kill me quickly! I would rather die than become a puppet and a monster!"
"Sorry, this is not up to you.
Father just said that you are quite valuable for research.
After all, Shuoyou successfully transformed so many big demons.
But your case is the first case of uncontrollable mutation.
Don't worry, in a few hours at most you will change your mind and fully embrace the glorious evolution and rebirth.
This is a great gift, as you will soon understand."
Zariel gently patted the other's huge oval body, pursing his lips with a meaningful expression.
Just as she said, the Ninth Level had already infected and transformed the Great Devil more than once.
Most of them were devil dukes who were exiled by Asmodeus, and were later recruited back after the Lord of Hell realized that they could be reused.
However, what awaits them is not being reused, but being thrown into the sparkling oil sea on the ninth level to be soaked and dissolved.
The final destination is to be sent to the side of the first-level lord Bayer or the Eight Demon Generals, leading the devil army to expand the territory and transform the chaotic land of the abyss into an orderly land.
Usually, when Zuo Si is not around, Zariel is responsible for contacting Martinot and carrying out this work.
So she had seen with her own eyes how several devil dukes were infected by the sparkling oil little by little, and what their final appearances were.
"No!!!! I curse you!"
Bilel screamed and yelled like a madman, trying to control his body and tentacles to kill the vicious enemy before him.
Unfortunately, Zariel had much more control over the Spark Oil than he does now.
The moment those tentacles approach the former with great force, they will immediately cease to move like tamed pets.
Bilair's shouting was undoubtedly heard by Viscount Mammon who was retreating. He then confirmed that the huge and twisted monster was his ally, and a barely perceptible tension flashed in his eyes.
Because he had no idea what means the other party had used to turn a unique big devil into what it is now, and he didn't know whether the same means would be effective on him.
As the saying goes, fear comes from the unknown.
The more the unknown may bring about a huge threat, the more it can arouse fear in one's heart, causing a person to fall into a state of constant fear and anxiety and unable to extricate himself.
Maman has decided that as soon as he returns to his lair, he will immediately start to intensify his infiltration efforts into the ninth level, and try to quickly find out what kind of powerful weapons Zuo Si and Zariel have hidden in their hands.
In contrast, Zariel seemed much calmer. He stayed where he was and waited for Bilel to be completely transformed. Then he took him back to the ninth level and began to disassemble and study him.
At the same time, on the other side, after purging her father's remnants and diehards and firmly sitting on the position of lord of the fourth level, Philna finally announced the news to the public, and defined Bilaier as a sinner who started a rebellion, using this as an excuse to launch a large-scale purge.
Hundreds of mid- and high-level devils were cleared out of the ruling class, and those confidants who performed well in this operation were promoted without exception and successfully took up the important positions they had always dreamed of.
Without a doubt, this is a typical example of one person's success bringing prosperity to everyone around him.
Anyone who takes the right side in the power struggle reaps unimaginable rewards.
And as Philna began to take power, the fourth level gradually showed some completely different ways of doing things.
She even did not hide her close relationship with Gracia, and she praised Zuo Si in public more than once as the most masculine devil in the entire Baator Hell, who made her fascinated and infatuated.
This is basically the equivalent of pursuing and expressing love.
But unfortunately, Zuo Si's reaction to this was always to ignore and not respond, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Because after beautifully completing the interference with the fourth level, he has achieved the goal of intimidating the lords of other levels. Now he is sitting in Malshem Castle on the tenth level, chatting happily with the Lord of Hell face to face at the table.
"My young friend, the ability, skill, and wisdom you have demonstrated this time are truly impressive.
I believe that after this lesson, lords at other levels will never dare to easily provoke or test your bottom line again.
Gracia can also learn enough knowledge and experience from it, as well as the bottom line that needs to be followed in the power struggle in hell.
The most important thing is that after this incident, those lords have become much more obedient.
Even Baalzebub, who has always wanted to plot to overthrow my rule, now has to focus some of his attention on you.
At least he would not dare to take any substantive action until he understands your position.
After all, you and I, together with Gracia and Fierna, account for more than 70% of the power of the entire Baator Hell."
As he spoke, an unfathomable smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Hell. He raised the glass full of wine to gesture, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
It can be seen that he was in a very good mood, with the corners of his mouth always upturned, giving people a playful and teasing feeling.
If nothing unexpected happens, he would have seen all the little moves between the lords of various levels of hell.
It's just that Asmodeus is a very cunning person, and he rarely intervenes directly unless the situation is on the verge of getting out of control.
Zuo Si took a sip of hot tea and responded with a smile: "You are too kind, I just did a trivial thing, it's no big deal.
What's more, Grand Duke Biler is no longer a level lord, so dealing with him is much easier than many people imagine.
If it were a real lord who had 100% control over the distribution of divine energy on a certain level, I'm afraid I would have to put in some effort.
At least the speed of infection by the oil will be greatly curbed."
"Oh? Can the holy energy squeezed out from the soul suppress the infection of the sparkling oil?"
Asmodeus' eyes lit up slightly and he instantly became interested.
To be precise, he has always been paying attention to Shuoyou, a nearly perfect tool, and has allocated certain resources to it.
A large number of the inferior demons that emerged from the hatching pits were sent to the subsidiary layers of the ninth floor for completion. Now, a mechanical devil army with terrifying numbers and powerful strength has been created.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. If you continue to take in a large amount of divine energy, then the oil will slow down its control over the body and mind because it has to decompose and devour the energy.
Bilaier relied on the power of energy distribution that he controlled to survive for a long time.
Until Philna completely completes her domination of the fourth level and cuts it off at the source.
Otherwise, he might have lasted weeks, months, or even years.
But the good thing is that after absorbing enough energy, the transformation of the Shuo Oil will make it stronger than the average big devil.
My people have already begun to dismantle, study, and analyze Bilel's huge body.
Eventually, this may be used as a blueprint to create a giant war machine hive that can multiply infinitely and create clones."
“That sounds good.
The more things like this that can increase overall strength and war potential, the better.
In addition, the world you recently connected to has also begun to send thousands of souls to hell.
If it is convenient, please make full use of the abilities of the planeswalker to travel through different time and space, and establish connections with as many worlds with large populations as possible.
With a new round of bloody battles about to break out, we need more souls than ever.
You don't have to worry about the expenses of bribing the local ruling class and luring them into corruption.
I have prepared enough platinum, gold and silver, as well as some other valuable gems and magic items.
All you have to do is spend all this wealth to exchange for the most precious soul."
After saying this, Asmodeus raised his hand and showed the treasures from one of his treasure houses.
It has to be said that even Zuo Si, who had already achieved financial freedom, couldn't help but reveal an expression of surprise when looking at the thousands and thousands of precious metal ingots piled together emitting golden or silver light, as well as the mountains of gems.
Although he had long known that as the place where the lawful evil of the entire universe gathered, the devils were spread across countless material planes and outer planes. Just by collecting a little while doing business, the accumulation over thousands of years was definitely not something that mortals could imagine.
Just one of the Lord of Hell's treasure troves is enough to make one feel suffocated.
Not to mention the gold bars neatly piled up on the outermost layer of the warehouse that stretched as far as the eye could see, even the number of magic items easily exceeded the "tens of millions" level.
As for how many of them were made by the devils themselves, and how many were picked up by mercenaries who died in the bloody battle, it is unknown.
"Your wealth is beyond my imagination."
Zuo Si couldn't help but sighed softly.
As someone who had visited the treasury of Tiamat, the dragon goddess, he had thought that the greedy goddess was rich enough.
But who would have known that compared with the Lord of Hell in front of him, he was just a poor beggar.
How does that sentence go?
If you compare yourself to others, you will die; if you compare goods, you will be thrown away.
No wonder Tiamat is willing to be the "watchdog of hell".
Most likely, he was unable to walk after learning about the huge wealth that Asmodeus possessed, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to get all this wealth into his own hands, even if it was just a little bit.
"Hahahaha! These useless things are just accessories brought by a long life. There is nothing to envy.
It is totally worthless compared to the soul that can bring practical benefits.
With your ability, it may only take you about a hundred years to easily accumulate the same amount of wealth.
And I prepared these things especially for you.
It doesn't matter how you want to use it.
Anyway, I just want souls, endless souls."
Asmodeus laughed and expressed his attitude.
platinum?
gold?
silver?
Although these broken things are not completely worthless in hell, no real devil would take them seriously. After handling them, they would immediately find ways to spend them and exchange them for contracts to sell their souls.
In comparison, gems, magic items, and metals can serve as a strategic reserve, but they are still not comparable to souls.
"Aren't you afraid that I might embezzle money?"
Zuo Si asked in a half-joking tone.
Asmodeus replied in a joking tone: "If you don't learn how to embezzle and enrich yourself, you are not a qualified devil.
The more you embezzle, the more you will move towards the side of lawful evil and win the favor of the will of the Hell plane. I am so happy.
The most important thing is, I don't care how much you embezzle, as long as the number of souls you get in the end is satisfactory.
In fact, the funding I gave you last time has now paid off and you've made a lot of money.
Although I don't know exactly what you did in that world, at least hundreds of thousands of souls of non-human intelligent creatures have poured into hell."
"Hundreds of thousands of souls of non-human intelligent creatures?"
The corner of Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly, and he immediately thought of what King Sean VII had said when they parted last time.
Obviously, no one knew whether these were orcs, dragonmen, or monsters like ogres or goblins. They were most likely slaughtered by the half-liches to upgrade the mind flayer's main brain.
He was also kind enough to help the summoned devil, allowing the latter to complete the signing of the contract before he died.
With such a large amount of business done at one time, it is estimated that at least hundreds of devils will be rewarded and promoted.
"Ah! It seems you already know what happened.
Well, let's stop here for today's conversation. It's time for you to return to Faerun.
From what I have heard, that crazy mortal called Erinikas has made preparations to cross the line between man and god through a battlefield and massacre.
And the sons of Bhaal whom you helped support must now face their own fate."
After saying this, Asmodeus stood up and made a gesture of invitation.
moment!
Under the influence of some unknown powerful force, Zuo Si left Malshem and appeared directly on his own ninth floor.
Feeling the fleeting transmission just now, he couldn't help but touch his chin and muttered to himself: "Is this the absolute control that the Lord of Hell has over the entire plane?
It is possible to teleport yourself or the target to any point in the hell plane without the help of any spell.
Maybe I could try to develop some similar powers.
By then, as long as you use the land card to connect to the surrounding environment and turn it into hell, you will naturally be able to gain this god-like ability..."
(End of this chapter)
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