Chapter 600: Recognition of the Law of Hell
Looking at Ambershu's indifferent reply, Grand Duke Mammon of the third level of hell fell into deep thought.
Since when did a mere mortal dare to speak to me like this?
Moreover, this time I was clearly in the right.
In the past, even if I was not right, I could exploit these mortals as a matter of course. But this time, even though I was clearly right, I was still ridiculed by this damn bastard?
But Mammon found that he had no way out.
It was impossible to withdraw his shares. He had invested too much in this hell bank, almost all of his wealth. The economy of the third layer of hell also reached an unprecedented state of prosperity. Because of the crazy lending, the prices of goods in the third layer of hell began to soar, and the hell lords took the soul coins and began to cross-regional purchases from other layers of hell, forming a new hell trade system.
Seeing that he is about to drag down all other dukes of hell through the Hell Bank, Mammon wants to become the most influential devil in hell with the soul coins in his hands.
The end of his great plan was just ahead, but something unexpected happened to him halfway? When he saw the numbers jumping around on the magic mirror, Mammon's soul was smoking.
For the first time in many years, Mammon felt such fear, and was really frightened to the point of trembling. The entire third layer of hell was hit by horrific natural disasters due to the master's emotions, including raging hurricanes, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions.
Mammon was not concerned with quelling these disasters, he was only concerned about his own business. If the Hell Bank was destroyed, everything would be destroyed, he would be more miserable than death.
Although Amberxiu solved the problem in a short time, many demons did not have time to check the changes in their balances and did not notice any problems with the magic mirror.
But this is a major crisis, and this damn bastard has to be held accountable.
Withdraw? It is impossible to withdraw the shares. Mammon cannot withdraw the shares at all, but He cannot swallow this breath.
Mammon couldn't help but draw a circle of fire, trying to find Zariel. Zariel was the one who led the Hell Bank incident, and now that there was a problem, Zariel had to step in and teach this mortal a lesson anyway.
What surprised Mammon was that after waiting for a long time, he still didn't get any response from Zariel.
It was not until Mammon used a teleportation spell to arrive at the first layer of hell and knocked on the door of Zariel's palace that he met the master of the first layer of hell.
But when they met again, Mammon asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter, Zariel?"
Zariel still sat on the bronze throne, his head propped up by his fists, looking bored, but Mammon always felt that something was wrong with Zariel, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Zariel said irritably, "Why are you looking for me? Aren't you busy making money?"
Mammon was surprised and said, "You don't know this? There was something wrong with the magic mirror. It almost caused a big trouble just now!"
Mammon could only tell Zariel that the Magic Mirror's account showed an error, but Zariel still looked unconcerned and asked, "Didn't you say it was fixed? Did your share get less?"
Mammon looked at Zariel in confusion. There was something wrong with his attitude. Wasn't it Zariel who hated that guy the most in the beginning? Why is he acting so calm now, as if it had nothing to do with him? Mammon asked directly: "Zariel, what are you doing? Don't you think there is no problem at all?"
Zariel said casually, "What's the problem? As for the matter of Hell Bank, I have been kicked out by you. As long as my share is not reduced, what does the rest have to do with me?"
Mammon was furious. Although he had kicked Zariel out and seized most of the control, why shouldn't the shareholders do anything now that something went wrong? Even if he had done something wrong, didn't Zariel have any problems of his own? He was kicked out because he didn't have the ability to manage the accounts. This was because he was incompetent.
The devil's logic has always been like this. I cheat you because you are innocent. If I suffer a loss, then you are wrong.
Complying with the terms does not mean that they can afford to lose in their hearts. They will just accept the loss with gritted teeth, but they will curse you a thousand times in their hearts.
But facing Zariel, Mammon could only curse in his heart. They were all Dukes of Hell, in charge of different hells, and no one could do anything to anyone.
Mammon said angrily: "Humph, if you don't help me today, don't cry and beg me the next time it's your turn to suffer!"
Zariel said disdainfully: "You were the one who insisted on joining, and now you are in trouble and come to me? Well, let me ask you, even if you want to cause trouble for him, what can you do to him now? Kidnap his daughter?"
"Why not?" Mammon said coldly, "This is my plan. This lich is hiding in the magic mirror. I can't deal with him, but he has family, friends and a career. A little lesson is enough."
Zariel smiled and said, "Then go ahead. I won't stop you. I can also tell you that his daughter is fighting bravely on the Blood River battlefield. Her exploits have shocked Bayer."
A ray of light flew out from Zariel's hand and turned into a huge map, which was the current situation on the Blood River battlefield.
One part of it began to expand rapidly, showing the real scene of the battlefield.
Melina, with blue light wrapped all over her body, was seen charging forward, cutting through the bodies of demons one after another with the flaming sword in her hand. No one could stop her wherever she went.
Compared to those fearless demons, Melina is the crazier one.
The army behind Melina raised the magic mirrors in their hands in unison, and a large number of spells flew out of the mirrors, falling on the demons like a meteor shower.
They were not afraid of hurting Melina by mistake, because under the protection of the blue light, almost all magic would dissipate the moment it approached, and only the area outside the blue light would suffer saturated magic attacks.
Spellcasters are rare everywhere. Even though every devil seems to have a rocket spell, it seems that everyone can cast spells. However, this rocket spell, which comes from the instinct of hell creatures, has very little power and a very long pre-casting time, making it almost useless on the battlefield. Any demon can ignore the damage of this rocket spell and charge forward just by relying on its natural magic resistance.
As for deeper levels of magic, that requires talent and hard work, and there are not many demons who have this kind of spellcasting talent.
But Melina's team is different, they are completely armed with wealth.
It was the first time for the devil to pay for spellcasting. He had an army of 10,000, 9,900 of whom were skilled in cold weapon combat, and the remaining 100 or so were spellcasters.
As long as Melina is willing to spend money, she can have 10,000 warriors and 10,000 mages at the same time.
This kind of fighting style is something that the devil has never seen before, and even the demons cannot stop it.
The indiscriminate bombardment of magic made it impossible for the demons to form a formation. Melina charged forward against the magic-forbidden barrier and had no pressure at all in killing.
"How can it be so outrageous?"
Mammon was shocked. Although the demons on the battlefield were not powerful, it was abnormal that Melina killed them like mowing the grass. Other demons had to risk their lives to gain merit in the bloody battlefield, but Melina was cheating and was frantically gaining merit.
Zariel said, "Have you ever seen a small lord who can produce tens of thousands of qualified wizards?"
Melina's territory seems to be very large, but what she absorbs are all wanderers in the wilderness. Those are the weakest demons who have just been transformed, or those who can't survive in other territories.
This kind of devil can never go to the battlefield, and he is lucky if he is not bullied on a daily basis. He cannot even meet the entry standards of the Blood River Battlefield.
Therefore, Melina actually has very few soldiers who can fight, and there are not many elite soldiers in this army, most of them are rookies. But it doesn't matter if you are a rookie, as long as you lock on a certain position and use your own account to pay.
Fireball, chain lightning, earthquake, wall of fire, acid arrows and the like, as long as you have money, you can cast these basic but effective spells at will.
Thousands of new recruits suddenly became thousands of mages, and their casting speed was so fast that they even saved the time for chanting.
Which little lord can fight such a rich battle? It is more than enough to bully some small demon troops. There is no difficulty at all.
This is also the reason why Zariel said that Melina's contribution was outstanding. If others also led 10,000 people, their results would be at most only one-tenth of Melina's, and they would also suffer considerable losses.
Bayer has begun to study the magic mirror's spellcasting ability and is preparing to change the previous conventional combat method and establish a new set of tactics around this thing.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
If a magic mirror is regarded as a qualified wizard, then the Blood River Fortress may be able to form an unprecedented super-large magic force. At that time, it is not just a matter of releasing a few fireballs to fight a small battle. The spells cast by the legion are often super spells at the level of destroying a city.
Just imagine, if the number of times this super spell can be cast increases dozens of times, what rich results will it bring?
Bayer couldn't sit still any longer, and had ordered his people to conduct research with all their strength, in order to give these demons a severe blow. Perhaps they could reduce the scope of the blood river by half and suppress the demons deeper underground.
Zariel reminded him, "Mammon, the magic mirror is not just a tool for you to make money. In the first layer of hell, this thing is a strategic material. Are you really going to go against this guy just because of a misunderstanding? Do you really want to deal with his daughter?"
Mammon never expected that the magic mirror could have such an effect. He had always only wanted to make money with the magic mirror.
"Is this why you're so wary of him? That's not like you, Zariel."
Mammon felt that Zariel was not telling the truth. In his impression, Zariel was the kind of person who would dare to swing his sword and chop people if he disagreed with something. He was reckless, impulsive and brutal, and had no scruples at all. Otherwise, he would not have been so impulsive as to rush into hell.
No matter how powerful the magic mirror is, Zariel will only act according to his own temper, regardless of the consequences. This kind of caution and hesitation is not like his character at all.
Zariel laughed and said sarcastically, "When did you start to understand me, or do you think you do? Mammon, I've sent you Melina's location. If you want to cause trouble, go ahead and don't bother me."
A force pushed Mammon away. It was the power of the laws from the first layer of hell.
Mammon was pushed out of the residence by Zariel, and the door slammed shut, as if Mammon was not welcome to come back.
Mammon frowned and looked at the coordinates in his hand.
His intuition told him that there must be something wrong with Zariel, but Mammon couldn't tell what the problem was.
After hesitating for a long time, Mammon finally crushed the coordinates in his hand into a pile of light particles, and then went back cursing.
After this mistake, Hell Bank will definitely be in a lot of trouble. This time, the lich is lucky because he is busy with business and has no time to argue with him.
Sensing that Mammon had left the first level of hell, Zari, who was sitting lazily in the chair, suddenly changed his expression.
Countless red lights flew out from His body and continuously gathered into the void, revealing the phantom of a heart.
This is the embodiment of the laws of the first layer of hell. This thing that beats like a heart is the authority held by Zariel.
But now, this power is constantly dissipating, constantly escaping from Zariel's body and flying towards its new master.
The key to the first layer of hell is the bloody battlefield. It can be said that the purpose of this layer of hell is to block the invasion of demons. In comparison, the work of punishing evildoers is not that important.
And now, something that can truly influence the outcome of the battlefield has appeared, and the person who controls it happens to be Amber Xiu.
In this way, the laws of hell will naturally favor Amber.
If Zariel hadn't stopped him, the laws of hell would have forced Amber to be promoted to the Grand Duke of the Devil and become a member of the quasi-divine power.
Now Zariel had no way to leave his mansion. He could only concentrate on controlling the laws of hell and force this power to remain in his body.
He could still hold on for now, but if Bayer really used the magic mirror to achieve a major turning point in the bloody battlefield, then Zariel would really be unable to stop him.
Unless, He goes to the battlefield now, cuts a bloody path with His sword, and drives all the demons into the ground.
If you can grab the credit before the magic mirror does the work, then there will naturally be no problem.
However, Zariel did not do so, not because he was afraid of death. He had never been afraid of death.
His face, once covered in cracks like porcelain, began to heal. As his power faded, the scars faded. Those scars were not only evidence of torture, but also the mark of hell on His body.
Feeling the constant flow of the laws of hell in his body and looking at the heart of hell that was becoming more and more real before his eyes, Zariel smiled.
"It's almost there, just a little bit, just a little bit. Don't let me down, you can do better! You can be more decisive! Let the bloody battle end, let the sinners in hell endure more torture, let the whole hell acknowledge your existence, and take away all my power completely, without leaving a trace! Hurry up, I have waited for this day for too long!"
(End of this chapter)