Zuo Si stared at the huge star map projection arranged in a grid with the Cave Tree as the center, with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
Unlike Yawgmoth, the creator and ruler of Old Phyrexia.
From the beginning to the end, he never had a strong tendency to expand or unify all worlds, and he didn't think it was a good thing for the entire multiverse to be filled with sparkling oil.
Similarly, he does not think he has any responsibility, obligation or some inexplicable sense of mission to force others to accept his ideas, and he is even self-moved to think that he is sowing the so-called "seeds of civilization."
Therefore, ever since Zuo Si tamped with the control of Shuoyou, he directly and artificially castrated its most powerful and most feared ability of active infection and completion.
Instead, it was spread to thousands of worlds as a convenient tool that could be used by any race or civilization.
Unless he himself or a demon judge like Jinjitaxia activates it again, those worlds that come into contact with the sparkling oil for the first time will only feel extremely happy, thinking that they are favored by fate and gods, and have no idea what kind of terrible destructive power these viscos liquids between matter and energy can unleash.
It is also because of this that the sparkling oil is constantly spreading throughout the multiverse at every moment.
Unless he was someone specifically responsible for tracking statistics, even Zuo Si himself was not quite sure how large the sphere of influence he controlled was.
Jinji Tasha raised his sickle-like sharp finger and gently stroked it on the projected star map.
moment!
The light spots that were originally randomly connected by the branches of the trees in the cave began to be classified and arranged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All those that emit the brightest and most dazzling light are placed at the top, while those that are dim or simply not shining are placed at the bottom.
Because there are so many of them, at first glance they look as densely packed as pebbles near the shore of the sea.
Some look very large, while others are as small as grains of sand.
After all this was done, the Blue Devil Judge introduced in a slightly proud tone: "According to the statistical results as of 11:25:37 this morning, we have probably explored more than 5463 trillion time and space.
One sixth of them are huge single universes, and the rest are relatively small concepts similar to the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located.
As for those who are completely penetrated and controlled by the oil, no more than one in ten thousand.
I have to say that the speed at which Shuo Oil can spread is all thanks to the brilliant strategy you formulated.
By temporarily casting its active infection and transformation capabilities, countless races mistakenly believed that the Shuo Oil was just an unknown magical substance that could help them improve their technology and defeat powerful enemies in a short period of time.
Once these idiots began to rely on Shuo Oil to build their civilization, they became crazy about the magical power of Shuo Oil.
At that time, we only need to awaken the ability of active infection to completely devour it and transform it into a part of the great New Phyrexia.
With your supreme wisdom and guidance, we will surely be able to realize the grand vision of unifying all worlds."
When saying this, Jinjitasha's tone and expression were obviously extremely excited and crazy.
Because in his eyes, disguising the oil as a tool that can bring huge benefits to everyone is a stroke of genius.
Compared with Yawgmoth, who forcibly promoted the oil and aroused strong resistance on a large scale, and Elenon, who tried to use religious means to reduce the resistance consciousness of the local indigenous people in the invaded time and space, it is simply countless times more clever.
Under the leadership of such a great and wise overlord, how could New Phyrexia not become increasingly powerful?
Of course, the above is just Jinjitasha's wishful thinking.
In fact, Zuo Si's head was full of question marks at the moment.
A brilliant strategy? A wise guidance? How the hell did I not know about these things? The reason why I castrated the active infection and transformation abilities of the oil was simply because I saw that the first Overlord of Phyrexia, Yawgmoth, was so angry that he was besieged by the ancient planeswalkers and ended up in a miserable state.
Moreover, many time and space that have been invaded still have strong stress responses.
If the Oil and the New Phyrexia it represents rise again, it will inevitably attract a lot of troublesome enemies.
At that time, Zuo Si didn't want to get into trouble, nor did he want to become a villain beaten up by many planeswalkers, so he made such a choice.
It has nothing to do with any brilliant strategy or wise guidance.
The current situation is a completely unexpected surprise.
You have to know that the original purpose of spreading the spark oil throughout the multiverse was just to collect more knowledge and technology.
However, in line with the principle of not discouraging the enthusiasm of his subordinates, Zuo Si did not give too much explanation, but nodded in a pretentious manner.
"very good.
Please choose a space-time for me that is of suitable size and sufficiently closed.
It would be even better if there were some powerful creatures like gods.
Remember, make sure there are no secrets in this space and time.
I don't want anything to go wrong when I use it."
Jinji Taxia quickly bent down and bowed deeply: "Please rest assured, I promise to complete this task personally, and there will be no accidents.
If possible, I would like to observe and follow your offspring.
Because this is the first time we encounter a living being that truly possesses the ability to use abstract concepts.
Of course, it would be better if limited research could be done.”
It was not difficult to tell from the creepy curiosity revealed in those eyes that this guy had obviously fallen into his old habit again.
To be precise, after little Annie was born, Jinjitasha tried to study her.
Because of this, he was twisted into a creaking metal twist on the spot several times, but he just refused to change his bad habits.
Now that another even more powerful, mysterious, and incredible super life form has been discovered, it would be strange if we didn't have any ideas.
What's more, although these demon judges respected, worshiped and obeyed Zuo Si as the supreme ruler, their attitude towards his descendants was far worse.
After all, New Phyrexia does not rely on bloodline for inheritance like mortals.
Whoever can become the master of Shuo Oil can make all the Demon Judges kneel on the ground and swear allegiance.
Otherwise, the demon judges who had their own ulterior motives during the reign of Elenon were the best example.
A Demon Judge will not obey another Demon Judge just because he is not strong enough.
The reason is that the authority given to them by Shuoyou when creating them is equal.
If the owner of the Shining Oil is compared to the source of New Phyrexia, then the Demon Judges below are equivalent to controlling the important nodes of this huge system.
All these nodes are only responsible to the source and have no subordinate relationship with other nodes.
This means that in the eyes of the Demon Judges, Zuo Si's descendants are merely creatures created by the Master through biotechnology that carry some of his own genes and abilities.
The reason why he obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince Graya was entirely because Zuo Si granted him certain powers.
If he were suddenly killed or disappeared one day, the judges would never support or obey his offspring. Instead, they would fight among themselves until the most powerful judge emerged to temporarily rule New Phyrexia.
"If you're not afraid of being beaten to death by Talona, you can try it yourself."
Zuo Si sneered and gave Jinji Tasha a look that told him to take care of himself.
Want to study the terrifying evil gods or ancient evil offspring that are being bred by a powerful divine power?
What gave you the courage to do this? "Um... I was just suggesting it."
Jinji Tasha obviously realized that he was daydreaming and immediately showed an embarrassed expression.
There was no way. His life had been too smooth in recent years. He basically got whatever he wanted, so much so that he forgot that there were some red lines that could not be crossed.
Fortunately, Zuo Si had no intention of pursuing the matter. After leaving an order to clean up the mess in the Orc Kingdom as soon as possible, he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As Baator Hell is ready to attack, he must temporarily divert his attention there to ensure that the scale and intensity of the war remain within a controllable range.
Only in this way could Asmodeus accomplish his goal of hiding a large army of devils in plain sight.
As for how this civil war will end, that is not a problem that Zuo Si needs to consider.
With the support of the sparkling oil, he would not suffer any losses even if a real fight broke out. On the contrary, the number of troops might increase significantly because of the large number of corpses recovered.
…
At the same time, far to the east of the continent of Faerun, in the territory of Sel ruled by the red-robed wizards, a secret meeting to determine the future direction of the country is being held quietly.
Without exception, all participants are leaders of various factions.
The only person missing was Sazastan, the leader of the Undead faction who had just been elected as the "Chief Ruler".
Anyone who knows something about the traditions of the Red Robe Wizards would realize after seeing this scene that this was a conspiracy on their part to overthrow the new order established by Sazastan.
The reason is very simple, that is, Sazastan's dictatorial tendency seriously violates and challenges the original intention of the Red Robe Wizard when he founded it.
This was clearly demonstrated by the fact that Samas, the new chief of the Department of Change, who he had personally supported, was also present.
Because the slogan that Sel used to fight for independence from the Mulhorand Empire was to overthrow theocracy and dictatorship.
This is why the country of Sel always gives people a very awkward and twisted feeling.
They are clearly practicing a terrible slavery system. The mage class has almost monopolized all power and completely treats civilians as a renewable resource. No matter how you look at it, this should be considered a mage dictatorship.
But the interesting thing is that once you enter the red robe wizard, the situation takes a 180-degree turn.
At least in terms of political status, every red robe wizard who successfully graduates and reaches a certain level is equal.
Of course, high-level wizards may not treat their apprentices as human beings, and use them as experimental subjects or send them to carry out dangerous missions where they may risk their lives.
Likewise, the apprentice can also assassinate the teacher and take his place.
As long as you do it perfectly and secretly enough, even if the truth is later made public, you will only receive praise and admiration from others, and it will become an indispensable highlight on your resume.
In particular, the Chief Council, the highest decision-making body, has existed since the Red Robe Mage Organization raised the banner of independence to resist the Mulhorand Empire, and has long become an insurmountable red line and tradition.
Although Sazastan's original intention of implementing a dictatorship was good, it was to reduce internal friction and establish a truly powerful magic empire to compete with the West Coast Empire, which had become a behemoth.
But unfortunately, no one appreciates his good intentions at all.
The moment he was announced as the "Chief Ruler", all faction leaders, without exception, chose without hesitation to regard this oldest and most powerful lich as the biggest enemy of the entire organization and even the country.
It has to be said that Sazastan's experience fully demonstrates how difficult it is to carry out subversive reforms of a regime and a country from within.
Those vested interest groups will not, as shown in many film and television works, willingly give up their power and wealth when they see the country in crisis, and then unite all the forces that can be united to overcome the difficulties together.
In most cases, even if they realize that the anger of the grassroots people has been ignited and their regime is no longer stable, they will not give up an ounce of their interests. Instead, they are likely to collude with foreign enemies to sign traitorous treaties and use external forces to suppress domestic resistance.
After all, choosing the latter means at most bowing down and serving the other party as a dog, but if the grassroots people succeed in overthrowing the existing regime, it will lead to the destruction of the entire family.
You can figure out what is more important if you use your brain a little.
What's more, the chief red wizards don't care what kind of reforms Sazastan wants to make, or how powerful Sel will become after the reforms.
The only thing they care about is that their original power has been taken away from them.
"Everyone, I think you should now know what Sazastan wants to do? He is tarnishing our sacred traditions! He is tarnishing the last bottom line of Sel that has been unshakable since its founding! As a member of the Red Robe Wizards, we have the responsibility and obligation to stop him."
A faction leader was the first to break the silence and kick off the meeting to denounce Sazastan.
It was not difficult to tell from the expression on his face that he didn't seem to worry at all that what he said would reach Sazastan's ears.
"But the problem is that stopping Sazastan means starting a war. None of us are ready for a war that will engulf all of Cyre."
Another chief pointed out the difficulties currently faced.
You should know that each faction has its own sphere of influence and controls one or two provinces.
Some of the provinces close to the border are relatively easy to deal with, as the number of troops, training level, and weapons and equipment are guaranteed.
However, some relatively safe provinces clearly have a tendency to become "relaxed in military preparations due to a long period of peace."
If a place like this suddenly starts to explode in numbers, anyone who is not blind will realize that the other side is about to start a war.
In addition, large-scale purchases of weapons and equipment will also alarm Sazastan.
"Don't worry, I have already contacted the merchants in the West Coast Empire.
They will use airships to transport all the weapons, equipment, and supplies needed for the war to the province of Alaur.
All we need to do is get it back away from Sazastan's eyes and ears.
In addition, I also contacted the orc kingdom that occupied the Rongma grassland and Vasa.
They will sell us a batch of slaves captured in previous wars and a large number of corpses.
At that time, as long as a portal is built, hundreds of thousands of additional troops can be obtained immediately.
So I think there is absolutely no need for us to be afraid of war.
The one we should really be afraid of is Sazastan.
After all, he only controls two provinces."
While saying this, the slightly fat bald male chief stood up from his seat, his words and actions were full of incitement.
There is no doubt that he is the chief who hates Sazastan the most.
Even if it means dragging the entire Cel into hell, we must kill this enemy.
Otherwise, you would be the next one to die tragically for no apparent reason.
After all, through this private alliance, they have learned that the two chiefs who were previously thought to have died in factional struggles were actually all killed by Sazastan.
If things continue to develop in this way, anyone in the entire parliament who dares to oppose this powerful legendary lich will inevitably be killed and replaced by an obedient puppet, who might just be a lich, vampire or other undead.
This was obviously a result that was unacceptable to the entire top leadership of the Red Robe Mage Organization.
"Are the merchants of the West Coast Empire reliable? Don't forget, they are our enemies."
Another chief showed a look of worry on his face.
You should know that before the emergence of the West Coast Empire, Sel was the largest exporter of magic items in the entire continent of Faerun.
Many areas that lack spellcasters rely on trading with them to obtain a variety of magical items.
The concessions spread all over the country are the best proof of this.
But later, with the competition and pressure brought by the rise of the West Coast Empire, Sel suffered a huge blow in the export of magic items and its market share shrank sharply.
Not only has the market share in the west and the north been lost, but even the traditional sphere of influence around the Falling Star Sea is also in retreat.
There is no way because we are inferior to others in cost, technology and strength.
The Red Robe Wizard was able to expand concessions all over the continent of Faerun thanks to the above three things.
The low cost comes from the screening of talented children across the country and a complete and mature magician training system.
With just a few years of hard work, a teenager can become an apprentice and participate in the creation of magical items.
Especially those children from civilian and poor families, who cannot afford the cost of purchasing scrolls, books and conducting experiments, can only make money in this way.
If the same job was given to a graduated red robe wizard, the mentors might have to pay a hundred gold coins.
But if it were apprentices, maybe only twenty or even fewer would be needed.
The relationship between the two parties is basically equivalent to that between graduate students and tutors in modern universities on Earth.
If you meet a mentor with a conscience, it will be okay. At most you will be exploited for a few years. If you endure it and wait until graduation, you can become a wizard with a promising future.
But if you meet a mentor who is not a human being, he will basically be no different from a slave or servant.
Therefore, through this extreme cost control, the price of magic items in Sel has always been the highest in all of Faerun.
Spellcasting agencies and wizard towers in many places have been driven out of control by them.
There used to be a shop run by a red-robed wizard in the market of Askatra, the capital of Amn.
This shows the strong monopoly of the Red Robe Wizard in the field of magic item production.
But the problem is that this situation has changed now.
Searle can select smart enough children from all over the country to train as apprentices, and naturally he can also establish an absolute dictatorship in the West Coast Empire.
Moreover, the latter is many times larger than the former in terms of population size and land area.
As we all know, no matter what you do, when there are more people, there will naturally be a crazy involution.
This is determined by the supply and demand relationship and objective factors, and cannot be changed by human will.
The mentor of the red-robed wizard gave his apprentice twenty gold coins, so the West Coast Empire could just cut it in half and give only ten.
What, you think it's too little? If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!
Don't you see that there are a lot of apprentices out there fighting for this opportunity?
Except for a very small number of geniuses who have been the focus of attention since school, the rest are basically the fuel in the magic system of the West Coast Empire, constantly burning themselves just to make further progress on the road of magic.
But even when it gets to this point, few people will choose to give up.
Because these are the only two channels through which the common people can achieve class advancement in relatively fair competition.
The other is to enter the imperial bureaucracy and slowly climb up.
What's more, even the income of a magician's apprentice is much higher than that of a worker, farmer, or small trader, and their social status is also completely different.
no way.
Learning magic is a field that requires a lot of talent.
It is not like cutting-edge scientific research, where sometimes success can be achieved through trial and error and luck, nor is it like other fields where one can get the title of expert or professor by simply publishing a few papers.
Because learning progress and spellcasting levels will not lie.
Karsus, the most gifted archmage in Faerun's history, could cast zero-ring arcane magic when he was still a baby, and by the time he was in his twenties he was already the pinnacle of the Netheril era.
Sammaster, who was also extremely talented, came into contact with magic when he was a teenager. He then absorbed knowledge like a sponge. Before he was fifty years old, he won the favor of the second-generation magic goddess Mystra.
But what about those who don’t have talent?
Look at the mages in their sixties and seventies who are still at LV3 or LV5. They are the most true portrayal of ordinary spellcasters.
Therefore, the magic education system of the West Coast Empire is not actually cultivating talents, but screening talents.
As for the remaining apprentices with mediocre talents, they can basically only work as workers on the magic item production assembly line with a decent income.
Therefore, in terms of cost and price, even if the Red Robe Mage died, he would not be able to defeat the West Coast Empire.
This is the terrifying competitive advantage that scale brings.
Most importantly, the West Coast Empire has a wider variety of magic items and is willing to purchase local specialties at a good price, injecting vitality into the economy through trade.
From the perspective of the Red Mage of Sel, this is simply driving himself out of his traditional sphere of influence.
What's more, there had been a war between the two sides before, in which they lost and ceded the province of Alaur.
“Don’t worry, merchants in the West Coast Empire have always been trustworthy.
And there is almost nothing they dare not sell as long as they are paid.
I have ordered enough weapons and equipment to arm half a million people, enough to sustain a protracted war.
But before that, I suggest we use our private guards to test the waters first.
It would be best if we could resolve Sazastan at the lowest cost, or force him to give up the idea of becoming a dictator."
While saying this, the slightly fat chief took out a business contract from his arms and showed it to everyone.
"In that case, let's get started. The longer we delay, the worse it will be for us."
Demetra Flass, the insider and spy, voted in favor decisively.
Unlike other chiefs who could only fight to the death with Sazastan on the land of Sel, she had already found her next home early on. At worst, she could go directly to the West Coast Empire to join Zuo Si.
"agree!"
“Second!”
"It's time to teach that bastard Sazastan a lesson!"
"No one can rule Cyre alone without the Council!"
…
With one chief after another making solemn statements, the Anti-Sazastan Alliance was finally officially established.
In just a few days, they began to send out their own private armed forces to launch attacks.
Don't ever think that the private armed forces of the Chief Red Mage of Cyre are small in size.
If they were not pulling each other's legs, the direct guards controlled by any chief would be enough to easily destroy thousands of troops and conquer a country that was not very large.
Therefore, the war launched by the parliamentary chiefs in a united way against Sazastan instantly intensified many internal problems and contradictions.
After all, the rapid trade expansion of the West Coast Empire has greatly squeezed the market of Cel, causing various problems to appear in its economy. The profits of upper nobles and merchants have been greatly reduced, and the living standards of civilians have also plummeted.
The emotions of anger and dissatisfaction make the entire society like a pressure cooker filled with steam.
If such a situation occurs in a country on Earth, there are usually only two outcomes.
One is that politicians create border conflicts and stir up new and old grudges with neighboring countries to divert internal conflicts, or simply start a war.
The other is that serious civil unrest breaks out, the current government is ousted, and vested interest groups are liquidated on a large scale.
But in Faerun, a land filled with gods, magic, and other supernatural forces, common people have never been major players in politics.
Because their only advantage, numbers, is nothing compared to the former.
Only a benevolent ruler like Lord Nasir of Neverwinter, who believed in the god of justice Tyr, would tolerate riots from the lower classes.
In the Celtic ruled by the Red Robe Wizard, if the civilians and slaves in any area dared to riot, they would be ruthlessly massacred.
If all the people in a village participated in the riot, they would kill all the people in the village. If all the people in a city participated in the riot, they would massacre all the people in the city. There would not be the slightest bit of mercy or compassion.
Anyway, after a person dies, the body can be pulled up and reused repeatedly.
Therefore, the red-robed wizards never cared about the thoughts of the lower-class civilians, just as humans would not care about the ants crawling under their feet.
As a result, a very incredible magical scene appeared in Sel.
That is, the private armed forces of the chiefs paraded around the city in groups, and even fought with the private armed forces of Sazastan, while the civilians around them just did what they were supposed to do as if they saw nothing.
At most, you can stay far away to avoid being accidentally hit by large-scale lethal spells or stray arrows.
Anyway, the struggle between the chiefs has existed since the day the country of Sel was founded and continues to this day.
No matter how many chiefs died or how fierce the war broke out between them, it had nothing to do with civilians.
This indifference and numbness towards politics and indifference to the fate of the country perfectly illustrates Searle's deformed social and power structure.
Boom! Boom! Boom! As the huge fireballs fired by the simple mobile siege tower continued to explode on the fortress wall and made loud noises, Sazastan, who was staying in his own nest, had a gloomy expression on his face.
Because he never dreamed that after he was announced as the chief minister, all his allies would immediately turn against him and he would be deserted by everyone.
Not only that, the chiefs of the parliament also united to launch an active attack.
"Well, was my prediction correct? All the chiefs are against you because the changes you want seriously touch their bottom line. There is no way to avoid this war. You must change your mindset immediately, otherwise you will only fail."
The Lord of the Entanglement Symbol, Ragon, who was standing nearby, had a frightening red light flashing in his eyes, and reminded him in an emotionless tone.
"I don't understand! Why would they do this? Especially the chief of the Transformation Department, Samas! Everything he has now is given by me! But this guy stood against me without hesitation."
Sazastan was obviously furious and felt deeply hurt and betrayed.
He obviously just wanted to make Cel better and the entire Red Robe Mage Organization stronger in order to cope with the relentless pressure from the West Coast Empire from the economic to political and military fields.
This is beneficial to everyone and can significantly reduce the problems caused by internal friction.
Otherwise, as the trade share continues to decline, the country's situation will only get worse and worse, and one day it may even become a vassal or puppet of the other side.
Ragon glanced at this "fellow" and let out a low, hoarse laugh.
"Hahahaha! Don't you understand or realize that you are carrying out a reform that will affect the interests and power of countless people? Especially the centralization of power, which shakes the basic principles of the entire Red Robe Mage Organization that has been passed down since its inception.
What's more, you are a lich, an undead creature that is cold and ruthless in the eyes of the living.
The other chiefs are all living people.
So you are different from them from the beginning.
If you want to fully achieve your goal, you must have the determination to completely destroy this country and rebuild it, and then use undead creatures like yourself to establish absolute rule."
"You mean...let the dead rule the living?!"
Sazastan was visibly surprised.
Because this is too bold and can easily be targeted by gods and their churches who hate the undead.
But it is also very feasible.
After all, he had been the chief of the Necromancer for so many years, and he had a large number of high-level undead creatures such as liches, vampires, and death knights under his command, which were more than enough to build a complete ruling framework.
Especially for liches who were transformed from apprentices, their loyalty is often very high, and the life boxes are basically in their hands, so there is basically no possibility of betrayal.
Lagun noticed the fluctuations in Sazastan's emotions, slightly opened his jaw, which was only left with bones, and asked meaningfully: "Why not? As far as I know, Soth controlled the core members of the Arcane Mystic Society in this way.
Have you ever seen a lich betray him since the founding of the Arcane Mystic Society? The answer is none.
Of course, if you think this is too ostenatious, you can be a little more subtle.
For example, supporting some living puppets to stand in the front, and then letting liches and other undead creatures remotely control them from behind.
Anyone who dares to disobey will be forced to step down or disappear from the face of the earth.”
"That sounds good, I'll consider it seriously.
But before that, I must first destroy this alliance formed by the other chiefs.
Since they want war, I will give them war.
Anyway, I am tired of this endless political game. "
With that, Sazastan turned around and gave orders to the undead spy hiding in the corner.
"Immediately notify the governors of the two provinces of Galaus and Xuesel to begin assembling troops. This time I will completely destroy the entire Chief Council and the forces under their command."
"clear!"
The undead spy hiding in the dark corner slightly vigorously, then disappeared into the shadows and out of the sight of the two legendary liches.
As soon as he left, Lagong continued to offer advice: "The military forces of these two provinces alone are far from enough.
Garlaus is located in the remote northeast. Although it is rich in mineral resources and has many fully armed elite soldiers due to the previous war with Seleman, it is too far away from the heart of Sel.
Galaos was also a forward base established to conquer Seraman. Not only was its land area small and barren, but it was also plagued by plague due to its border with a swamp, and it couldn't even be self-sufficient.
Once a stalemate occurs, there is a high probability that the period will collapse due to insufficient logistical supplies."
"Humph! It doesn't matter! If living people don't work, then use dead people. You don't think I really didn't make any preparations, do you?"
As he spoke, a creepy evil smile appeared on Sazastan's face, and he spread out a newly drawn map of Cel.
However, unlike ordinary maps, this map does not have cities, mountains or rivers marked on it. Instead, all the densely marked maps are cemeteries used to bury the dead.
Lagun instantly realized the other party's intention, raised his hands, which were empty of flesh and only had bones left, and began to applaud.
"Great! With so many inexhaustible troops, even a protracted war of attrition would be enough to wear down the leaders of the parliamentary faction."
"No! This is not enough! I need your help, dear friend."
Sazastan raised his head and looked at the leader of the Entangled Symbols, a powerful lich with an arcane spellcasting level even higher than his own.
"No problem, it's my pleasure."
Lagong placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express to the other party the fact that he was in a subordinate position in this cooperation.
Sazastan was undoubtedly very pleased with this and responded with a smile: “Thank you very much.
I promise that when this war is over you will be the second most powerful person in Cyre.
Now, let us take advantage of the fact that Thor is busy challenging Asmodeus to seize the rule of Baator and have no time to take care of other things, and deal with these insects that are only hindering us in one go.
Only in this way can Sel and the Red Mage Organization be reborn from the ashes and continue to maintain their status as a powerful nation on the continent of Faerun."
"Are the rumors about the Hell Plane true? Is Soth really going to challenge Asmodeus?"
Ragon pretended to be very shocked.
"Yes."
I have sent people to many levels to investigate, and also summoned some demons to inquire about the situation.
At present, including Gracia, Firna, Grand Duke Balzeb, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman are all gathering their troops.
Lords at other levels also took countermeasures.
The entire Baator Hell can be said to be in a state of panic, and a brutal civil war may break out at any time.
In addition, I also heard that the Khorne Angel Zariel, who had been at the front line of the bloody battle, had also returned to the ninth plane.
Obviously, long-term success has caused South's ambitions to expand rapidly.
He is no longer satisfied with being a deputy, but wants to become the spokesperson for the plane's will.
I hope this war will last for hundreds or thousands of years, draining all his strength and energy."
When Sazastan said this, he did not conceal the malice in his heart and his strong hatred for Zuo Si.
If he was not so weak, he would want to join Asmodeus' camp, even if it was just to disgust the other party.
“That puts me at ease.
Without Soth's intervention, the parliamentary party would never be our opponent.
You still have to be careful though.
Just because he doesn't interfere doesn't mean the West Coast Empire won't interfere either.
Especially since many members of the Arcane Mystic Society are our enemies.
If these guys unite, it will be quite a headache.”
After saying that, Ragon activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
When the vibration of the magic network completely stopped, another lich standing in the room cautiously spoke and tested: "Teacher, do you think Lagon can be trusted? I always feel that he behaves too modestly and submissively, as if he is secretly planning some unknown conspiracy."
"It doesn't matter. No matter what Ragon wants to do, as long as he is an enemy of Soth and helps us eliminate the parliamentary faction, he can be used."
Sazastan stood in front of a huge magic mirror, staring at the tragic siege scene reflected on it, and no one knew what he was thinking.
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