This Lich Needs More Money

Yugasi walked out of the tavern slowly, still keeping calm on the surface, but after leaving the tavern, his pace began to speed up involuntarily.

Although he kept reminding himself in his heart that he had waited for thousands of years, he could not afford to fail in the end. Anyway, he was the only candidate, and victory was in sight, so there was no need to rush.

But this kind of self-comfort is like hunger in the stomach. The more you endure, the more you care, and the more you can feel the burning heartburn.

This city is not big, but it is full of the breath of living people.

The smell of fresh blood and flesh kept drifting into Yugasi's nose, making his already unbearable hunger even more intense.

Just as Yugasi was about to leave this tempting place quickly, a strange voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Why should you endure? Over the years, you have not broken the rules once. You have eaten something secretly several times, right?"

Yugasi was startled, and his body jumped more than ten meters high and landed on the roof of a building next to him.

But no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the source of the voice.

"Don't bother looking for me. I am your heart, I am the resonance of your soul. Jaeger has deceived you for thousands of years. You should wake up now, right? Now you are the only candidate for the Mourning Poetry Society, but what about a few years later? How long has the lich joined? How do you know whether Jaeger will bring in a newcomer in a few years? Do you still want to wait for the newcomer to commit suicide and fall into hell?"

Although Yugaxi didn't answer, his hands trembled slightly.

These words touched his heart. He was really worried about this, but he just forced himself not to think about it.

Because Yugaxi knew that the initiative was not in his hands. Whether Jaeger wanted to bring in newcomers was completely up to the other party's mood.

"Face the reality. Jaeger never thought of letting you inherit the priesthood of the God of Death. In this case, why do you still endure for this nothingness? Look at the living people all over the city. You have been hungry for a long time, right?"

Yugaxi clenched his claws, making a friction sound.

Adding fuel to the fire was a group of holy warriors who hurried over.

Perhaps the gathering of the Mourning Poetry Society finally alarmed these late-witted holy warriors, or perhaps Yugasi's 10-meter-high jump attracted their attention.

When they saw the true appearance of Yugasi, the ghoul, all of them were filled with holy light.

The dazzling light fell into Yugasi's eyes, making him squint his blood-red eyes. When those holy warriors drew their swords, Yugasi could no longer bear it and pounced on them with his claws waving.

Although the holy light restrained the undead, the gap in strength was too great. Their armor was torn to pieces like paper, and their broken limbs soon scattered all over the ground.

The holy light faded, and Yugasi grabbed half of the bloody head and had the urge to stuff it into his mouth. If he ate all the corpses in front of him, he should be able to feel full for half a minute, right?

He had been hungry for too long. Since he became a ghoul, hunger could never disappear. No matter how much flesh and blood he devoured, the feeling of fullness only lasted for a moment, and he would soon enter the endless torture of hunger again.

The tempting voice sounded in his ears again: "Eat, what are you waiting for? It's not like you haven't eaten before. Although you rarely break the rules over the years, you have also done so. Didn't you set a rule for yourself that eating a few bites during the battle would not be considered a violation of the rules you set?"

Yugasi opened his mouth wide and was about to stuff the half of the head into his mouth.

But at the last moment, he angrily threw the bloody thing out.

The splashing blood fell in the shadow corner, revealing a pale elf.

Yugasi roared, "Who are you?!"

The pale elf shrugged, not expecting his disguise to be discovered. Sure enough, the members of the Mourning Poetry Society all had some skills. Even if they were not gods, they had already touched this threshold. It was just that it was difficult for a clone to completely deceive the other party.

Facing the angry Yugasi, the pale elf taunted, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is whether I am right or not and whether you have the answer in your heart... Ouch!"

The bloody scratches passed by and almost grabbed the head of the pale elf.

After a step back and dodge, the pale elf flew into the air.

Yugasi stared at the other party, but did not continue to chase. He could feel that the pale elf was very powerful and he might not be able to win. He just didn't know who it was and who was tempting him to break his rules.

"The undead are all stubborn. Then you keep waiting. Anyway, you can live for a long time. I want to see when you give up."

The strange elf disappeared in the sky, and Yugasi completely lost the other's breath.

More holy lights lit up and came from all directions of the city.

Yugasi looked at the sky and could only run out of the city in the end. If it's not for dinner, don't tempt yourself with blood all over your body.

The city was under martial law, but it didn't matter in the end. The death of several holy warriors only made the already tense city even more tense.

However, these trivial matters were just one of the chaos in Ryan, and they could not even be sent to the desk of the Supreme Judge in the imperial capital.

After leaving the tavern, Withered Rose and Ai Ge returned to the Dark Region directly through the teleportation array. Mercury City has not changed much, it is still silent, like a cemetery.

Walking into Mercury City, all the undead hid in the corners, not daring to show up in front of Withered Rose.

Everyone knows that the Queen of the Undead has been in a bad mood recently, and if she is not careful, she will be punished until her soul is annihilated.

Apoptotic Rose sighed: "You have been able to stay away from your true body. It seems that you are not far away from becoming a true god."

Ai Ge's body is a ghost ship, and now her body is still on the sea, but she can gather her clones to go to the dark area, which shows that her power has been significantly increased.

Ai Ge did not hide anything and admitted frankly: "Yes, his plan has been going smoothly. My Kingdom of God is about to be successfully united. In two years at most, I will become the new God."

When Ai Ge mentioned Amber Xiu, Apoptotic Rose felt a little sour, but this small emotion was quickly forgotten by her.

If you want to recall that person's soul from hell, you will have to pay a huge price, and Apoptotic Rose is afraid that she can't afford it. If Ai Ge is willing to help, things will be much easier.

The two of them walked forward and soon reached the deepest part of the castle.

Under the protection of countless magic barriers, Amber Xiu's bones were sealed in a crystal coffin. The young man with black hair and eyes looked as if he was asleep.

Melina was holding a long sword and kept guarding the coffin.

At this time, Melina's face lost her innocence and she seemed a little taciturn.

Ambrose's departure not only has a huge impact on the world, but also on the people around him.

But this time, the Apoptotic Rose brings good news.

"Melina, I found out about your father's whereabouts."

Hearing what Apoptotic Rose said, Melina's eyes suddenly shone and she said in surprise: "Really, then we can bring our father back?"

Apoptotic Rose wanted to say it was not that easy, but looking at Melina's expression, she still nodded and said: "Yes, your father's soul fell into hell and should be in Zariel's hands. We can redeem him." Come on, you can definitely do it.”

"Great!" Melina said excitedly: "Let me summon Zariel quickly!"

When Ambrose was still alive, Melina served as a reusable sacrifice to tempt Zariel to come.

Apoptotic Rose shook her head. She didn't have Amber Xiu's ability to just put Melina on the magic circle and call Zarrell over with just a few words.

That's not called calling, that's called fishing.

Only Amber Xiu in this world can catch the Lord of Hell as a fish.

If you want to summon Zariel, you must follow the rules of the Lord of Hell. A large number of blood sacrifices, a huge magic circle and rigorous incantations are all indispensable.

Fortunately, the Underdark has no shortage of these.

After several hours, the bloody and evil magic circle was prepared. Apoptotic Rose and Ai Ge recited the spell to summon Zariel, and then they had to wait for the other party's response.

However, after a long time, the stench of the blood sacrifice almost turned into rancid smell, and there was still no response from the magic circle.

"Zariel didn't reply?" Apoptotic Rose felt that something was wrong. No matter what happened to Amber Xiu, the Lord of Hell would not let go of the opportunity to bargain. It was obvious that he could make a lot of money. How could Zariel? Probably indifferent.

At least, will you come up and listen to the quotation?

Could it be that Zariel holds on to Amber's soul so tightly that he is not even willing to make an offer?

This is troublesome.