Chapter 530 Fatal Crisis

When Amber said the words "let's talk again", Mammon and Zariel both felt like they had turned into glass and shattered with a slight tap.

Zariel was the first to lose his temper and roared, "I want you to die! I will pull out your soul, crush it into pieces bit by bit, and stuff it into the ass of the hellworm!"

The angry fallen angel stretched out his hand again, grabbing the magic mirror in front of him, with flames burning on his hand.

But the moment Zariel touched the magic mirror, the mirror began to melt, the mirror surface shattered, and the metal structure inside began to turn into molten iron.

Until the magic mirror was completely destroyed, Zariel was unable to fish out Amber's soul from the mirror.

Mammon screamed. If the magic mirror was destroyed, wouldn't all the money be lost? !

"Idiot, waste! He provoked you on purpose, don't you know that?!" Mammon was not afraid of the heat, and grabbed the molten iron to try to repair the mirror, but he found that he didn't even know the principle of the magic mirror and had no way to operate it.

Tens of millions of soul coins were thrown in, tens of millions! This stuff is much more valuable than gold coins. Now every inch of Mammon's flesh is shaking with pain.

Mammon's body glowed red, and his body expanded by dozens of meters. His fat devil body became hideous and terrifying, with spikes and claws all over his body. He roared in a voice with multiple echoes: "Damn Zariel, if you can't find it back, I will fight you to the death!"

Zariel was also furious, with flames raging on his body. He just wanted to fight someone, and it didn't matter who he fought with.

But these two seemed to have forgotten that there was more than one magic mirror in the mansion.

In the corner, Amberxiu's figure appeared on the mirror. Looking at the two hell lords who had expanded to a hundred meters in height and rolled into a ball, there was no smug expression on his face.

Because the trouble on this side of hell is never the biggest trouble.

As Amberxiu's figure slowly faded, Amberxiu's figure appeared on a giant magic mirror in the kingdom of the God of Alchemy.

Amber greeted the anxious-looking God of Alchemy.

"Thank you, teacher."

Seeing Amber appear, the God of Alchemy breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "Thank you for your success. You are really a genius."

Amber Xiu said: "It's not that simple. Now we can only say that we are... halfway to success."

"half?"

"Yes, for the time being, everything is successful. I used the characteristics of the magic mirror to turn myself into the spirit of all magic mirrors. This is a state similar to the possession of the dead, allowing me to travel through any plane. Moreover, because the real core of the magic mirror is in your kingdom of God, even if the magic mirrors in other planes are destroyed, it will not affect me. This is a more useful life-saving effect than the life box.

"Although my spellcasting ability has been slightly restricted, it is much better than I expected. The power of the Golden Throne has been integrated with the Magic Mirror. I can still use gold as a material to cast spells, and even the ability to simulate souls has been retained..."

The God of Alchemy said doubtfully, "This all sounds like good news, but you're about to say 'but', right? Don't tell me you've seen a bad future again."

Amber Xiu smiled and said, "Not that I saw it. I have already died once. Even if the goddess of fate really wants to kick me again, she will have to give me a few winks first. But teacher, you guessed right. I am going to start saying 'but', and this problem is very serious."

Amber Xiu's expression became very serious. He explained to the God of Alchemy, "My thinking ability is rapidly dissipating. I underestimated the impact of becoming a spirit of the artifact on me. This is more terrifying than a spirit without obsession. I will soon only have 'functions' left, but will completely lose all desires and autonomy. I will completely become the core of the magic mirror and become an upgraded accessory of this artifact."

"How could this happen?" The God of Alchemy also showed a surprised expression.

"It makes sense. The ability to think for oneself essentially comes from needs. Curiosity, empathy, greed and other desires. Only with the driving force of desire can we have corresponding thoughts. When I become a ghost, I also need the most basic desires to maintain my thinking. Most zombie skeletons have no ability to think. They usually lie down or sleep because they lack desire. Most vengeful spirits are also unable to think completely. They can only keep recalling the deepest hatred to maintain their form, but there is only hatred forever.

"I saw that Arthur Ryan had been a spirit for more than a thousand years and was still able to maintain his self, so I thought that being a spirit was no different from being a ghost, but in fact I underestimated the impact of the magic mirror on me. Teacher, my remaining desires are fading away. When I don't need anything, my thinking ability will naturally fade away. Arthur can last for more than a thousand years, but I estimate that I can only last for two days at most."

Amber was really helpless. He also knew that his willpower had never been very good, otherwise he would not be so easily beaten by fate and give up on himself. But he thought that he was already a few hundred years old, so his willpower would not be much worse than Arthur's.

However, the will of the Holy King was so strong that he looked no different from an ordinary person. This made Amber Xiu misjudge and fail to understand how terrible it was to fight against "nothingness".

Now, when Amberxiu faced this "nothingness", his will immediately collapsed, and he was dragged into the abyss bit by bit. He really had no ability to resist at all.

The God of Alchemy asked, "So what's your backup plan?"

According to convention, Amberxiu should now come up with a grand plan, trying to trick a few more unlucky guys within a few days, and then solve his own problems and achieve a complete rebirth.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

However, Amber Xiu smiled bitterly and said, "This time... there is really no backup plan."

The God of Alchemy was stunned, thinking he had misheard, and asked quickly: "This is not the time to joke, boy, are you going to hide this from me too?"

"Really not, teacher. The fact that I can tell you this may be the last favor that the goddess of fate has given me. I just tried to talk business with those hell lords, but their anxious expressions were meaningless to me. I didn't even have the energy to calculate how much money I could make from them."

Amberxiu's tone was calm, but the God of Alchemy knew that this calmness was actually the problem.

His poor students no longer even fear death.

In other words, Amberxiu is not trying to think about how to avoid this outcome out of fear; he is calmly accepting this change.

The God of Alchemy snorted, then said, "At critical moments, you still have to rely on me, your teacher."

Just after saying this, the God of Alchemy disappeared.

Amber Xiu watched the teacher leave and forced a smile, but then regained his composure. It was difficult to continue his emotional fluctuations.

(End of this chapter)