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 pots 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 herself the hostess's majesty and elegance are actually a deliberate disguise. Deep down, she always regards everyone except 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.
If you choose to cooperate, I suggest you talk to Aegsalor of the Brotherhood of Order in Sigil.
As far as I know, he is the person in charge of the ninth level of Baator Hell who is stationed in Sigil City.
There are at least 1,500 devils and more than 2,000 guys with purgatory blood who obey his orders and dispatches. "
"Eggsaro?"
Shemisaka quickly recalled in his mind a tall, always elegant and humorous hell demon.
Farrow nodded gently, "Yes. Although he may not be able to make any decisions on behalf of the Ninth Level, he is certainly qualified to deliver the news directly to the lord he is loyal to. Maybe he can even arrange a secret meeting in the Bone Cage City in the Sixteen Gate City."
"Okay, I understand."
Shemisaka seemed to be still hesitating, neither giving a positive answer nor directly refusing.
However, when she mentioned the Bone Cage City in the Sixteen-Gate City, she suddenly thought of the batch of high-quality goods that were about to be shipped from Baator Hell.
If everything goes well, this batch of goods will be able to earn at least ten times the profit.
As for the so-called "Sixteen-Gate City", it is located about 1,600 kilometers away from the Wuji Peak below the Sigil City, surrounding a circle of small gathering places of not too large a scale.
Near each gathering place, there are a large number of portals leading to specific outer planes, hence the name "Gate City".
Among them, the portal near the Bone Cage City will send travelers to Baator Hell in a directional manner, the Precision City is connected to Heaven Mountain, the Carnival City is connected to Paradise, the Animal City is connected to the Zoo, the Forest City is connected to the Wilderness, and the Plague City is connected to the Abyss...
In short, since the portal of Sigil City is always in an unstable state that may open or close at any time, caravans usually choose to go through the Sixteen-Gate City to a specific plane.
"If you have no other instructions, I will take my leave."
Farrow bowed gracefully and began to slowly retreat into the shadows behind him.
"Wait! How do you think the president of the Gods and Gods Society, Ternes, will react to this failure?"
When his entire body was about to disappear completely into the shadow, Shemisaka suddenly called him.
“President Turns will not have any reaction.
Because he is one of the very few people in this faction who still retains his sanity and has not gone completely crazy, and he even still respects the medical goddess Misha Kay, whom he once believed in.
Of course, this respect comes only from the fact that the latter is a mortal who keeps doing good things.
According to Amber, the leader of the Source Believers, Ternes has made contact with a powerful and unknown Supreme God, and has a priest level of LV19, and can cast [Miracle Spell] at will without paying any cost.
Now he has become indifferent and doesn't even care how long he can maintain his position as the president.
Apart from the fierce ideological conflict with Penta, the president of the Doom Guardians, who became enemies, there was basically nothing else to worry about.
In contrast, I think the radical guys in the Society of Gods and Non-Gods should pay more attention.
Because this time, they created a powerful magic device, intending to blow up the entire temple of Athkatra."
After saying this, Farrow disappeared completely into the darkness, just as silently as when he came.
…
At the same time, far away on the other side of the ladies' district in Sigil.
The Hell Demon Aegsalor was drinking one drink after another at the bar of a tavern that specialized in serving demons and creatures with infernal blood. He seemed a little depressed and anxious.
As a ninth-level person who was sent to Sigil City to collect intelligence and conduct various secret transactions, he has been in this place for quite some time.
It is a pity that he was never able to make any progress, even though he could gather an army of 3,000 people at any time.
Although he has never been urged or pressured by his superiors, as a devil with great ambition, Aigsalo will never allow himself to become a useless person who just lives a lazy life.
He has greater ambitions and goals to achieve, and is eager to climb to a higher position before the power structure of the ninth level is completely consolidated.
Whenever he thought of this, a fire would burn fiercely in the heart of the Hell Devil.
When this guy raised his glass and drank another large portion of liquor that could make a mortal drunk to death, and stood up to try again to contact his subordinates to see if there was any progress, he suddenly saw a figure wrapped in a magic cloak and hood walking in from the door and sitting down on the empty seat next to him.
From the movements, demeanor and long legs showing from under the cloak when walking, Aegsaro immediately determined that this was a pleasure demon with unfathomable strength, who might even be more powerful than himself.
Although the devils in Baator have a strict hierarchy, and each advanced form means higher status, power, and strength, it is not completely absolute.
In order to stay in the field they are best at, many powerful demons will voluntarily choose to give up the promotion of changing their form, and instead continue to accumulate divine energy to become stronger on the existing basis.
Usually, these demons are important figures under the lords at all levels.
Just when the Hell Demon was wondering which level the other party belonged to and which lord he was loyal to, the Joy Demon suddenly pulled back his hood, revealing an extremely beautiful and delicate face and a pair of lavender pupils, and greeted him with a smile.
"Long time no see, Aegsaro.
You've really fallen. After so long, you haven't been able to pass back any valuable information.
And he was hiding in a place like this, drinking alone.
You were not like this before, often trying your best to get a precious opportunity.
It was because of this that I recommended you to become the person in charge of Sigil City."
"You...why are you here!"
The Hell Demon's slight drunkenness was instantly swept away, and his mouth opened wide with an expression of shock and disbelief.
Because the Demon of Pleasure in front of him was none other than the lord's exclusive secretary appointed by Zuo Si himself, the biological daughter of Grand Duke Ferna, the current lord of the fourth level of hell, and her father, Glamir.
Her appearance immediately made Aigsalo feel extremely nervous, fearing that she was here to convey the bad news that he was demoted due to poor performance.
After all, a "big shot" like this who is at the core of power in the ninth-level palace can cause a catastrophe to the demons below with just a wave of his hand.
"Relax, I am not here to dismiss you or announce your punishment. Quite the opposite. I have received direct orders from the Lord to help you open the situation."
As he spoke, Gramiel took out a piece of paper written in the language of Purgatory from the small bag he carried with him.
Aigsaro frowned immediately after taking a glance, lowered his voice and cautiously asked: "Is this a list of the time when Shemisaka's caravan left Baator and the goods they purchased? Do you want me to take people to grab this batch of goods?"
"No, it's not you who should rob, but let those enemies of Shemishaka do it. For example, her biggest competitor in Sigil - Titan Zedara." Gramir corrected with a slight curl of his lips.
“Titan Zedara?
Ah! I see.
You mean to cause some trouble for this yugoloth.
She had no choice but to come to us for help.
In this way, a fragile cooperation can be established by selling favors.
As her business becomes more and more dependent on us, she will naturally start sharing the intelligence resources at hand."
Aegsaro instantly understood the intention behind the information at hand.
It was no secret that Shemisaka bought large quantities of highly addictive potions from the ninth layer of hell and sold them in Sigil.
In other words, any merchants who buy this kind of stuff in large quantities and the forces behind them will be clearly detected by the devil's intelligence system.
More importantly, because making money is too quick and easy, it is easy to develop an inseparable dependence.
Once the supply is suddenly cut off, it will inevitably cause a terrible blow.
At present, apart from the intelligence network which is the basis of Shemishaka's business, the profits from other businesses such as hotels, taverns, casinos, special service industries, etc., combined may not even be one-fifth of the profits from selling medicines.
Using this as a bargaining chip to open the situation is undoubtedly an excellent choice.
But Gramiel shook his head meaningfully: “No, you are wrong.
Lord Soth wants more than just sharing.
He wanted to swallow up this insidious and cunning Yugoloth demon and the huge intelligence network she had woven in one gulp.
Your task is to create an opportunity and then act as a middleman to connect the two.
Don't worry about the rest, I will take care of it myself.
Do your job well and don't make any more mistakes.
Otherwise, you will be demoted to a little devil."
After saying that, the Devil of Joy stood up and walked out of the tavern without looking back, disappearing at the end of the intricate streets of Sigil.
"Demoted to a little devil? I won't be demoted!"
A terrifying red light flashed in Aigsalo's eyes. He casually threw a few gold coins onto the bar table, then left the tavern and began to plan how to get the message to Shemisaka's enemies as quickly as possible without arousing their suspicion.
It goes without saying that Gramir's sudden appearance and subsequent series of actions all came from Zuo Si's instructions.
The reason why Zuo Si made such a judgment was based on the conversation between the ace spy Farrow and Shemishaka.
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)
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