It is located in a place called "Outer Realm", which is closely connected to all other outer planes and is an infinitely vast disc-shaped space.
In the center of this plane stands a cylindrical mountain whose height is unknown. It is called the "Infinite Peak", and the top of the peak is the famous City of Sigil.
The biggest feature here is that the closer you are to the central "Infinite Peak", the more your magic and divine power will be interfered with, hindered, or even completely banned.
Especially within a radius of 160 kilometers, all divine powers and magic will be completely ineffective due to the intervention of plane forces.
That is to say, within this area, even if a powerful god descends personally, all the divine power will be removed and they will become the same as ordinary people, and the legendary spellcasters can only pick up their weapons and fight in hand-to-hand combat.
Outside of this core area, the restrictions on magic and divine power will be slightly weakened for every 160 kilometers extended outward.
When the radius reaches 320 kilometers, the powerful divine power can restore some of the strength, and the spellcaster can barely cast a first-level spell, although there will still be a very high chance of failure due to obstacles.
Due to its extreme rejection of divine power, the Outlands are not a good place for the gods.
Because once they land here, they will be exposed to great danger.
There is even a possibility of being killed by demons, devils, yugoloths, or even mortals.
Likewise, spellcasters don't like Outland very much.
Because they are simply unable to display the strength they are meant to have, and are instead reduced to rolling up their sleeves and engaging in hand-to-hand combat like the warriors they most despise.
Fortunately, due to unknown reasons, perhaps because of the existence of the Lady of Pain, or perhaps because there are too many portals connecting to other planes, all magic can be used normally in Sigil.
But once they leave the walls of Sigil, high-level spellcasters will lose the powerful strength they are so proud of.
Many savvy assassins, warriors, monks, and rangers will cleverly use this to deal with hostile spellcasters.
Smart spellcasters will try to avoid getting close to the edge of the city wall to avoid being tricked by enemies with ulterior motives.
However, unlike magic, no matter whether it is an incarnation, a saint or the original body of the god, it is still strictly forbidden to approach.
Otherwise, those unlucky people who were publicly chopped into pieces and thrown into the astral plane by the Lady of Pain in the history of Sigil City are the best examples.
This powerful being, who had existed since the birth of Sigil and protected it from the influence of the gods, never engaged in any form of communication, nor in negotiations, warnings, or any understandable language of gestures.
She is like a machine that follows certain rules of action, ruthlessly destroying all targets that attract her "attention".
Whether the target is a mortal or a god makes no essential difference to the Lady of Pain.
Besides, the number of lucky people who have managed to escape from her clutches unscathed can be counted on two hands.
Vekna, the hidden god of the Greyhawk world, is one of them.
As the "Queen of the Underworld" who controls the underground world of Sigil and its vast intelligence network, the high-level yugoloth - Shemisaka is undoubtedly well aware that one of the rules that must be followed to make a living here is to never attract the attention of the Lady of Pain.
Otherwise, no matter which powerful divine power you are, or even the chosen one of the gods above gods, or the messenger representing Asmodeus, the lord of Baator, and the supreme will of the abyss, the final result is that you cannot escape death.
Maybe even his soul would be crushed by the lady's sharp blade and disappear from this universe forever.
This is why, only in Sigil can you see demons and devils, who should be fighting to the death, sitting together drinking and chatting, and celestial creatures making all kinds of deals with the Yug'groths they hate the most.
It's not that they don't want to strangle their enemies immediately, but they are simply afraid of the inexplicable and unmatched terrifying power of the Lady of Pain.
At this moment, Shemisaka was standing in front of a mirror, admiring her own appearance which was far superior to that of her peers.
Unlike the ordinary Yugoloth's head which looks a bit like a dirty jackal, her head looks more like a beautiful and charming fox, with spotless golden hair that is soft and neat, and thin white stripes extending from the end of the sharp long mouth to the corner of the mouth.
Her body completely presents the appearance of a sexy human female, always wearing a tight robe with a tube top on the upper body and a long skirt on the lower body, which perfectly shows her curvy figure.
However, the hands and feet are still in a shape between fingers and claws.
And this guy, like Zuo Si, has colorful rings on his fingers.
To be exact, it is even more exaggerated.
Because Zuo Si only wore one on each finger, but Shemisaka often wore one on each finger, and occasionally two or three on one finger, which made her look full of jewels.
A wretched-looking tiefling was holding a mirror in both hands, posing in a humble and fawning manner, trying to win the favor of his mistress.
There was also a group of tiefling followers nearby who were eager to rush up and kneel down to lick the mistress's toes in place of this favored guy.
Because Shemisaka is, in a sense, the "underground queen" of Sigil, a powerful ruler second only to the Lady of Pain.
Whether it is the fifteen major factions or the various industries that keep society running, her shadow can be vaguely seen behind them.
There are even rumors that a quarter of the gold coins circulating in the city eventually end up in the pocket of this insidious, cunning and extremely fickle high-level Yugroth.
As for what the truth is, no one knows.
After all, Shemisaka never trusts anyone, let alone allows anyone to pry into her important privacy.
Even these loyal followers who were selected could usually only work for about six months.
Those who perform well will be sent out to be responsible for the "business" of a certain area, while those who perform poorly will be cruelly eliminated and die.
With his superb trading skills and understanding of the extremely complex and interlocking factional struggles within Sigil, Shemisaka has truly become a unique and powerful force based on intelligence.
Regardless of whether those factions like her or not, they must rely on the information she provides to maintain a delicate balance with other factions.
The thrill and excitement of dancing on the blade gave the female Yug'groth an addictive feeling that was difficult to describe in words.
After all, each of the fifteen major factions in Sigil City possesses the military force that can kill him.
But now she is still alive and well, and the wealth, resources and power she controls are constantly expanding.
Therefore, Shemisaka has reason to believe that he has become some kind of deep-level operating law of this city and an indispensable part of its structure.
Thinking of this, the corners of her fox-like mouth slightly lifted up in a smug smile, and she stared at her reflection in the mirror and asked, "Kulkuk, has Penta, the president of the Doomsday Guard Cult, delivered the money he owes me?
Last time, he promised that as long as he could get the latest patrol routes of the Harmony, he would be willing to pay 1,500 soul prisms or gold coins of equal value.
This is big business.
I also hoped to use the money to purchase some alchemical potions that can make people feel ecstatic from the devils in the ninth layer of hell, and sell them in taverns, casinos, and special service places in Sigil.
You have no idea how popular these addictive things are right now.
Many people, once they have used them, can no longer leave them and are willing to sell everything for them, even their souls. "
The tiefling holding the mirror quickly responded, “The money is already in place, ma’am.
However, President Panta played a little trick and deliberately paid only half of the soul prism and the other half with gold coins.
When trading with the devils in the ninth layer of hell, the purchasing power of soul prisms is 20% higher than that of gold coins.
So we lost almost 10 percent in profit on this transaction.
In addition, I also heard that due to the influence of the super-giant city in the ninth layer of hell, the value of the soul prism of the entire Sigil City has increased significantly.
Many merchants are exchanging their precious metal currencies for soul prisms and hoarding them to trade with the devil.
This allows you to get the most sought-after goods before other competitors.
I thought maybe this was an opportunity to make some money.
You can use your intelligence network to spread the word that the devils are preparing to purchase Soul Prisms on a large scale at high prices, and then when the price reaches its peak, sell all the Soul Prisms on hand.
This will definitely make a lot of money.
Afterwards, he would take the initiative to debunk the rumor and cause the price of Soul Prisms to drop, and then use the profits to purchase them at a low price.
Finally, he took the Soul Prism to make a deal with the devil in exchange for the best-selling potions in Sigil, and seized the market and drove out other competitors as much as possible.
Once you have completely monopolized the entire industry, you can set prices at will, increasing the original price of medicine tenfold.
No matter how expensive it is, addicts will do whatever it takes to get the money to spend it, whether it's robbing, cheating, stealing, or even killing people.
What's more, you can use this to control them, make them obey your will, and die for your great plan."
As these words came out of his mouth, the tiefling's face, full of sinisterness, cunningness, and viciousness, slowly emerged from the side of the mirror, forming a creepy picture with the yugoloth's pale yellow beast-like eyes.
It is not difficult to see from the conversation between the two that Sigil City is definitely an extremely dangerous and ruthless place.
Here you can clearly feel the conflict between order and chaos, hear various different understandings and explanations of the truth and nature of the universe, as well as all kinds of strange philosophical viewpoints, and even speculations about the origins of Sigil itself and the Lady of Pain.
But there is one thing that is extremely rare and precious, and that is kindness and justice.
In this regard, we can get a glimpse of this from the faction that among the fifteen major factions in Sigil, only the Harmony is generally inclined towards good.
Although those celestial creatures and paladins who advocate kindness and justice will also do their best to help those in need.
But in terms of numbers, they are far outnumbered by the evil-inclined demons, devils, yugoloths, tieflings, kambions, undead creatures, and countless mortals who have fallen into madness and mental disorder and who live here.
Shemisaka stretched out her furry claws and gently scratched Kurkuk's cheek with the sharp nails extending from the pads, leaving a faint blood mark on it, and said in a tone without any emotion: "You are getting smarter and smarter, my little follower.
But the question is, have you considered the consequences and costs of doing so?
Do you remember how I taught you how to survive in Sigil? Never be the first to do something, and don't take the initiative to cause trouble.
Otherwise, not to mention the complicated factional struggles and some dangerous lunatics who cannot be bribed at all, just attracting the attention of the Lady of Pain means disaster.
But now you have apparently forgotten this, and have begun to try to rule and dominate Sigil, just like those ambitious fools and Prime Plane guys.
Since this is the first time, I forgive you first.
But if it happens a second time, I might have to say goodbye to you."
moment!
The tiefling holding the mirror suddenly showed a very frightened expression. He tried hard to control his hands holding the mirror from shaking, letting the blood drip slowly along the cut.
The other people around were also frightened and held their breath, not daring to make even the slightest sound.
Because they know that the hostess's majesty and elegance are actually a deliberate disguise. Deep down, she always regards everyone except herself as maggots that can be trampled underfoot and ravaged at will.
If she is really angry, she will tear off all disguises in the next second and reveal the fierce and brutal nature of the Yugoloth.
Many tiefling servants failed to see this clearly and ended up accidentally angering the mistress and being torn to pieces on the spot.
Shemisaka obviously enjoyed the awe and fear that emanated from the depths of his men's souls.
Just when she was about to take advantage of the situation to teach these followers a lesson, a person suddenly ran in from outside. He was emitting a foul odor all over his body. He looked like a zombie that was awakened by necromancy, but at the same time had a complete soul and intelligence.
This guy walked right past the tiefling followers and came straight to the Yug'groth, handing over a piece of paper with some special symbols printed on it.
Shemisaka took just one look and immediately raised her hand to signal everyone to leave.
In less than a few seconds, both the tiefling and the zombie that delivered the letter disappeared completely from the room without a trace.
After confirming that the area within 20 meters around the room was cleared, she said without turning back, "There are no outsiders here anymore. Come out, Farrow."
Before he finished speaking!
The slender and thin shadow elf slowly walked out of the darkness, placed one hand on his chest and bowed to the Yugoloth.
“Ma’am, as you requested, I have followed the Gods and Non-Gods to the continent of Faerun in Toril and found out a lot of useful information.
However, there was a small accident during the process.
It is possible that this clone of Dox has been exposed and cannot be used anymore.
I also discovered that the Doomguard Cult has also established a base there, but there has been no major movement for the time being."
"Oh? What about the lunatics in the Society of Non-Gods? What was their fate?" Shemisaka asked with interest.
Farrow answered without hesitation: "It's no different from all the previous plans. The people sent by the entire God and Non-God Association were directly wiped out by the local God Church and rulers. There was no chance from the beginning to the end."
"Humph! It's just as expected.
Before they set off, these poor bastards were not even willing to spend money to buy intelligence from me.
Coupled with that extreme thinking and behavior, it is almost certain that he will be suppressed.”
Shemisaka was clearly not surprised by the result.
In other words, if the plan of the Gods and Non-Gods Association succeeds, that would be something new in Sigil City.
After all, they clearly regarded the extremely powerful gods as their enemies.
The most important thing is that the Gods and Non-Gods Association is too poor. Even the headquarters of the Broken Temple in the lower area is full of ruins and rubble, and it has never been considered for repair.
It is said that it was caused by the Lady of Pain while she was fighting a god that invaded Sigil.
Shemisaka naturally had no good feelings towards this faction that would never spend a huge amount of money to buy intelligence from him.
After a brief silence, she finally stopped staring at the mirror, turned around and looked at the most outstanding ace spy from head to toe, and continued to ask while stroking her chin with her furry paws: "Did you meet Soth, the Lord of the Ninth Layer of Hell, when you went to the continent of Faerun in Toril this time? What was your first impression of him? What was the empire he established in the material world like?"
"I have compiled a note on this subject, which contains all the information you may be interested in."
As he spoke, Farrow took out dozens of sheets of paper bound together with tiny handwriting written on them from his pocket and handed them over.
Shemisaka took it and scanned the contents at a very fast speed. He finished reading it in less than a minute. An extremely surprised expression appeared on his fox-like face: "Are you sure about what this great devil did in the material world? He doesn't look evil or cruel. He doesn't even look like a devil at all, at least not like the devil I know."
“Ma’am, it hasn’t been long since Lord Soth became a great devil from a mortal. He even spent most of his time away from the ninth plane that he ruled.
So I think he might be very different from the Lord of Hell before and now.
But one thing is certain, that is his increasingly strong tendency towards lawfulness.
If you want to establish a partnership or strengthen business dealings, it is best not to go back on your word and use too many tricks.
Otherwise, there is a high possibility of crazy revenge at all costs.
As far as I know, anyone who has provoked this person, whether mortal or god, has a bad end. "
Farrow made an analysis from a professional perspective.
At this moment, the one controlling his body was his sixteenth personality that had just been split out not long ago, the ace spy who was completely loyal to the Yugoloth in front of him.
The main personality, who is loyal to Zuo Si, hides in an unknown corner, silently spying on Shemisaka's reactions and every move.
From now on, the hostess who was once 100% trustworthy has become an object that needs to be guarded against.
After all, Shemisaka had planted more than just Farrow as a spy in each of the fifteen major factions, but at least three or five.
And for the sake of confidentiality, no one knows the other's identity.
"Do you think I should cooperate with this big funny devil?"
Because as trade with the ninth layer of hell continues to deepen, she has noticed the terrifying development speed and huge potential of the huge cyberpunk city, and is eager to get a piece of the pie.
In addition, she also hopes to establish a power of her own and transfer part of the property of Sigil City there.
In this way, when she realizes that the situation is not good, or begins to attract the attention of the Lady of Pain, she can immediately escape to the ninth level of hell for refuge.
The problem is that the laws and rules of operation of a huge cyberpunk city are too complicated, which is completely different from the rough management method of Sigil, where fifteen major factions are responsible for their own affairs.
The series of operations such as elections, voting, advertising, and political donations alone are enough to confuse outsiders.
So according to Shemisaka's idea, it would be best to make a deal directly with Zuo Si himself, using his power and intelligence network in Sigil as bargaining chips in exchange for official protection in the ninth-level cyberpunk city.
Of course, this is not loyalty or surrender, it is just a kind of cooperation.
Unless one day she can no longer survive in Sigil City, she will never hand over her most precious treasure.
Farrow was undoubtedly well aware of the yugoloth's thoughts, and responded bluntly: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't give you any advice.
This decision is one that only you can make.
如果选择合作的话，我建议您可以去跟印记城里秩序兄弟会的艾格萨罗谈谈。
据我所知，他就是巴托地狱第九层面派往印记城常驻的负责人。
至少有一千五百个魔鬼和超过两千拥有炼狱血统的家伙听从他的命令跟调遣。”
“艾格萨罗？”
舍米莎卡迅速在脑海中回想起了一个身材高大、总是风度翩翩幽默风趣的深狱炼魔。
法罗轻轻点了点头：“是的。虽然他可能无法代表第九层面做出任何决定，但肯定有资格直接把消息送到自己效忠的领主手上，说不定还能安排一次在十六门城中的骨笼城进行秘密会面。”
“好吧，我知道了。”
舍米莎卡似乎还在犹豫，既没有给出肯定的答复，也没有直接拒绝。
不过提起十六门城中的骨笼城，她倒是突然想到了那批即将从巴托地狱运过来的上好货色。
如果一切顺利，那么这批货将能为其赚到至少十倍以上的利润。
至于所谓的“十六门城”，就是在距离印记城下方无极尖峰大概一千六百公里的地方，环绕着一圈规模不算太大的小型聚集地。
每一个聚集地附近，都拥有大量通往特定外层位面的传送门，因此获得了“门城”的名字。
其中骨笼城附近传送门会定向把旅行者送到巴托地狱，精准城连接的则是天堂山，狂欢城连接极乐境，动物城连接万兽园，森林城连接奔放之野，瘟疫城连接无底深渊……
总之，由于印记城的传送门总是处于一种随时有可能打开或关闭的不稳定状态，所以商队通常会选择走十六门城前往特定的位面。
“如果您没有什么其他的吩咐，我就先告退了。”
法罗优雅的欠了欠身，开始缓慢的向后方阴影中缓缓退去。
“等等！你觉得神明非神会的会长——特恩斯对于这次失败会作何反应？”
当整个身体即将没入阴影彻底消失的时候，舍米莎卡突然叫住他。
“特恩斯会长不会有任何反应。
因为他是这个派系中极少数还保有理智没有彻底疯掉的人之一，甚至对自己曾经信仰过医疗女神米莎凯仍旧抱有敬意。
当然，这种敬意仅仅出自于后者是一个不停在做好事的凡人。
按照源头信徒会领导者——安勃尔的说法，特恩斯已经与某个强大未知的至高真神取得了联系，并且拥有高达LV19的牧师等级，可以在不支付任何代价的情况下随意施展【奇迹术】。
现在的他已经变得无欲无求，甚至不在意自己会长的身份可以保持多久。
除了跟末日守卫教团的会长潘塔之间在理念上发生了激烈的对立成为敌人，其余基本没有什么值得担心的。
相比之下，我认为神明非神会中那些激进派的家伙才应该多加注意。
因为这一次，他们就弄了一个威力巨大的魔法装置，想要把阿斯卡特拉的神殿去整个炸上天。”
说完这番话，法罗的身影便彻底消失在黑暗之中，与他来的时候一样都是那么的悄无声息。
……
与此同时，远在印记城女士区的另外一边。
深狱炼魔艾格萨罗正在一家专门为魔鬼和拥有炼狱血统生物服务的酒馆吧台前一杯接一杯的喝酒，看上去似乎有些沮丧跟焦虑。
因为身为第九层面被派往印记城负责开展情报搜集和进行各种暗地交易工作的他，来到这个地方已经有相当长一段时间了。
可以遗憾的是始终没能打开什么局面，哪怕自己可以随时召集一支三千人的军队。
虽然上边从来没有催促、更没有给任何压力，可作为一个由上进心的魔鬼，艾格萨罗决不允许自己变成混日子的废物。
他还有更大的野心和目标想要实现，渴望能够趁着第九层面的权力结构彻底稳固下来之前爬到更高的位置。
每当想到这些，深狱炼魔的内心之中有有一团火焰在熊熊燃烧。
当这家伙举起杯子又将一大份能把凡人活活醉死的烈酒灌下肚子，起身准备再努力一把去联系手下看看有什么进展的时候，突然看到一个全身上下包裹在魔法披风和兜帽里的身影从门口走进来，一屁股坐在自己旁边的空位上。
从走路时的动作、仪态和披风下边漏出来的长腿，艾格萨罗立刻判断出这是一名实力深不可测的愉悦魔，甚至有可能比自己还要强大。
尽管巴托地狱中的魔鬼有着森严的等级，每一个高级的形态都意味着更高的地位、权势和力量，但也并不完全绝对。
很多强大的魔鬼为了留在自己最擅长的领域，会主动选择放弃改变形态的晋升，而是不断积累神圣能量在现有的基础上变强。
而通常这类魔鬼都是各个层面领主手下举足轻重的重要人物。
就在深狱炼魔琢磨对方究竟是隶属哪个层面、效忠于哪位领主的时候，愉悦魔突然将兜帽向后拉了拉，露出一张无比美丽精致的面孔，以及一双淡紫色的瞳孔，笑着打了声招呼。
“好久不见，艾格萨罗。
你还真是堕落了呢，竟然过去那么久都没能传递回去一丁点有价值的情报。
而且还一个人躲在这种地方酗酒。
之前的你可不是这幅样子，经常为了能够获得由一个宝贵的机会不惜拼尽全力。
当初正是看中了这一点，我才会推荐你成为印记城的负责人。”
“您……您怎么来了！”
深狱炼魔微弱的醉意瞬间一扫而空，张大嘴巴浮现出震惊与难以置信的神情。
因为眼前的愉悦魔不是别人，正是左思亲自任命的领主专属秘书，地狱第四层面现任领主菲尔娜大公与其父亲的亲生女儿——格拉米尔。
她的出现顿时让艾格萨罗感到异常紧张，生怕对方是来传达自己因为工作不力而被降级的噩耗。
毕竟像这种处在第九层宫廷权力核心的“大人物”，哪怕是随便挥挥手都能给下边的魔鬼造成灭顶之灾。
“放松，我不是来解除你的职务或是宣布你要受到惩罚的消息。刚好相反。我得到来自领主大人的直接命令，前来帮助你打开局面。”
说着，格拉米尔从随身携带的小包中取出一份用炼狱文字书写而成的纸条。
艾格萨罗只扫了一眼便立刻皱起眉头，压低声音小心翼翼的试探道：“这是一份舍米莎卡手下商队离开巴托地狱的时间和他们购买货物的清单？您是想要让我带人去把这批货抢下来吗？”
“不，不是你去抢，而是让那些舍米莎卡敌人去做。比如说她在印记城最大的竞争对手——泰坦泽达拉。”格拉米尔微微翘起嘴角纠正道。
“泰坦泽达拉？
啊！ 我明白了。
您的意思是给这个尤格罗斯魔找点麻烦。
让她不得不求到我们的头上。
这样一来，就可以通过卖人情的方式建立一种脆弱的合作。
当她的生意越来越依赖我们，自然就会开始共享手头的情报资源。”
艾格萨罗瞬间理解了手头这份情报背后隐藏的企图。
要知道舍米莎卡从地狱第九层大量购买那些具有强烈成瘾性的药剂在印记城兜售根本不是什么秘密。
或者说凡是大量购买这种东西的商人和他们背后的势力，都会被魔鬼的情报系统打探的一清二楚。
更重要的是由于赚钱太快、太容易，会很容易形成无法割舍的依赖。
一旦供应突然被切断，必然会造成相当可怕的打击。
眼下舍米莎卡的生意，刨除作为立足之本的情报网络，其他像旅店、酒馆、赌场、特殊服务行业等，加在一起的盈利可能都比不上卖药剂的五分之一。
用这个作为打开局面的筹码，无疑是一个绝佳的选择。
可格拉米尔却意味深长的摇了摇头：“不，你错了。
索斯大人要的可不仅仅是共享那么简单。
他要一口把这个阴险狡诈的尤格罗斯魔，连带她编织出的庞大情报网络一口吞掉。
你的任务就是制造一个契机，然后作为中间人负责牵线搭桥。
剩下的什么都别管，我会亲自接手。
好好干，别再出什么岔子了。
不然你就等着被降级成小魔鬼吧。”
说罢，愉悦魔站起身头也不回走出酒馆，消失在印记城那错综复杂的街道尽头。
“降级成为小魔鬼？我才不会被降级呢！”
艾格萨罗眼睛里迸射出骇人的红光，随便往吧台桌子上扔了几枚金币，随后也跟着离开酒馆开始谋划着要如何在不被对方怀疑的情况下，把消息以最快速度送到舍米莎卡的敌人手里。
不用问也知道，格拉米尔的突然出现和后续一系列动作，全部都来自于左思的授意。
而左思之所以做出这样的判断，则是根据王牌间谍法罗与舍米莎卡之间的谈话内容。
As dangerous sects from Sigil City began to appear one after another in Athkatla, he had to make sure that he could get first-hand intelligence when these guys wanted to cause trouble.
Otherwise, the fighting, conflicts and even wars among the fifteen major sects in Sigil City could spread to the West Coast Empire at any time.
This is not an exaggeration.
Don't think that these mentally ill guys won't act recklessly just because the Lady of Pain is there to keep things under control.
In fact, there are a lot of crazy people in Sigil every day who want to challenge or even kill the Lady of Pain with their own hands.
Some of them simply want to make a name for themselves, while others try to seize the powerful power of the Lady of Pain to become the new lord of Sigil.
In addition, Zuo Si vaguely remembered that the sharp conflict between the Harmony and the Cult of the Doomguard eventually led to a major fight among the fifteen major factions in Sigil.
The entire Sigil City was almost completely destroyed in the riot.
Everything finally returned to calm until someone issued an ultimatum that looked like Ms. Pain's, ceasefire or death.
Since then, except for Rice, the president of the Transcendental Society, the leaders of the other fourteen factions have all disappeared inexplicably.
Rumor has it that they attracted the attention of the Lady of Pain, so they were all killed without mercy;
Others said that they were thrown into an endless maze by the lady and there was no way they could ever return.
But one thing is certain, that is, the city of Sigil suffered a near-destructive blow.
It was precisely because he understood the terrifying nature of these factions that Zuo Si decided to infiltrate Sigil City and establish a force of his own.
Of course, he would carefully control the scale and try not to stimulate the sensitive nerves of the suffering lady, and would not enter easily.
After all, no one knows how this person will treat a great devil and planeswalker with quasi-divine powers.
Just as the action in Sigil City began, far under the thick ice in the far north of the world where the floating city of Plantia was located, several floating cities controlled by high-level undead spellcasters suddenly broke through the ice with a bang and flew into the sky again.
However, it is different from the previous situation where there were zombies, skeletons and various stitched undead.
Nowadays, all of these floating cities have been completely transformed by black oil. No matter whether it is the creatures or the buildings, they are all filled with a twisted and abstract beauty mixed with metal and flesh.
Especially the floating cities, which were basically transformed into an oval shape like a flying saucer. Various wizard towers and buildings were also covered by connected cabins, and the main body was changed from stone to an unknown alloy that flickered with a silver-white glow.
Obviously, these guys who thought they could live their own lives behind closed doors had never expected that the diary had secretly thrown the sparkling oil under the ice through magic.
However, those low-level undead simply did not have enough intelligence to understand the process of the oil infection, let alone how to resist or report to their superiors, so they were assimilated on a large scale without realizing it.
By the time some high-level undead spellcasters reacted, it was already too late to stop or escape.
“Hahahaha! This mission turned out to be easier and more enjoyable than I expected. I finished it without even paying much attention to it.”
The diary was standing in the library of a high tower in the center of one of the floating cities, holding all the information about the profession of creator in one hand, and with the other hand hugging a scantily clad beautiful vampire, grinning and laughing unbridled.
Behind him followed a group of more than thirty high-level undead spellcasters, who should be considered legendary wizards according to the calculations of the continent of Faerun.
After being transformed by Shuoyou, these guys all turned into Necrons-like figures, full of an inexplicable sense of technology.
Not only is it equipped with a large number of advanced and complex electronic instruments and mechanical limbs, but there are also thousands of freely movable magic turrets floating around and above the butterfly-shaped floating city.
The exposed bones of those skeleton warriors were all replaced by harder metal bones, and the two cold lights in their eye sockets were no longer electronic eyes flashing red.
The shinning oil engine in its chest cavity roared continuously, providing it with power that was countless times stronger than before, making its combat power comparable to that of low-level magic constructs.
The only thing that needs some time to be dealt with right now is the huge oil lake under the ice hole that has begun to erode the earth's crust and the ocean.
Fortunately, the diary doesn’t need to worry about such things.
All he had to do was to get the information about the Creator profession to Zuo Si as soon as possible, and then he could turn around and go play with Shane VII.
Compared to this deserted world with a sparse population and civilization still in the recovery stage, the diary obviously prefers another world with a large number of beauties of different races.
What's more, as the situation continues to escalate, it won't be long before a full-scale war breaks out there.
He would not easily miss such excitement.
Just like that, carrying several notebooks and parchment scrolls with a large number of seals, the diary went directly through the portal of the floating city of Plantia to the Mage Tower of Askatla to report its achievements to its master.
(End of this chapter)