This Lich Needs More Money

A remarkable scene appeared on the Blood River battlefield.

Zariel, wielding a flaming sword, fought with Demogorgon's clone.

The sword and tentacles collided with each other, and the shock wave was enough to kill all creatures within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

Bayer cursed the madman and quickly returned to the Blood River Fortress to issue a new order to rearrange the distribution of troops on the Blood River battlefield to cooperate with Zariel.

The first thing is to avoid this terrible area, so that the devil's troops will not be affected by these two madmen.

The demons did not have so many scruples. They were attracted by Demogorgon and surged like a tide again, providing power for Demogorgon and consuming Zariel's magic power as cannon fodder.

Every swing of Zariel's sword could turn thousands of demons into ashes, but Demogorgon would also swing his tentacles and claws to leave a few scratches on her armor.

Even if Zariel cut off Demogorgon's hands and feet, it would take less than half a second for the opponent to fully grow back. The cost was only to consume some of the corpse's flesh and blood. On this battlefield, the corpses of demons and devils were inexhaustible.

Zariel had no expression at all. He swung his sword accurately and cut Demogorgon's clones again and again, not caring about the various scars that began to appear on his body.

The two-headed baboon not only made a piercing roar, but also spewed deadly venom and cast a vicious curse.

A mortal would instantly turn into pus if he touched it slightly. Zariel's armor also began to become rusty, and his already fragmented face had a few more black spots.

The demons were not sacrificing their flesh and blood and souls to provide energy for Demogorgon's clones.

The battlefield had become a simple consumption. It depended on whether Zariel's magic power would be consumed first or the demons would die first.

But it was obvious that the demons were endless.

The bloody battle has been going on for countless years, perhaps since the birth of Hell and the Abyss, because no one knows how many demons there are.

Zariel's sword swinging speed began to slow down, and Demogorgon seized this opportunity, stretched out his tentacles to tie Zariel's hands tightly, and a baboon head bit Zariel's neck and injected venom crazily, regardless of Zariel's blood being hotter than magma.

Another baboon head chanted the devil's language of the abyss, constantly shaking Zariel's soul, making it impossible for Him to concentrate his power.

But just when Demogorgon seemed to have the upper hand, Zariel sneered and said loudly: "Bail, what are you waiting for! Do you really want to taste my torture?!"

On the walls of the Blood River Fortress, countless flames spewed out, turning into countless lines of fire across the night sky.

The weapons of Hell finally took effect, and the powerful shells landed accurately on the battlefield near Zariel, "cutting off" the demon's wave as if they had been measured.

Wherever these shells hit, all the demons turned to ashes, causing a brief break in the endless demon army.

Then, countless demon armies descended from the sky and began to cast various magic to isolate the terrain.

The legions worked together seamlessly to build thick walls on the battlefield, isolating the demons' attacks for a short time.

Thousands of demons were isolated outside, and for a moment, the number of demons around Demogorgon dropped sharply.

Taking this opportunity, Zariel opened his flaming wings behind him.

Countless soul coins burned out at this moment, all turning into Zariel's power.

Wherever the flaming wings went, even the space was burned and twisted. The fallen angel folded the wings and wrapped up Demogorgon's clone.

It looked like a holy angel was soothing the sinful soul, but in fact it was the most violent and cruel torture in the world.

The extreme hellfire burned Demogorgon's body, causing the two-headed baboon to roar with pain and resentment, but this time there were not many demons to provide him with strength.

Zariel did not give Demogorgon any chance, and completely burst out with the strongest power. The flames burned the two-headed baboon's body and completely purified the area.

When the flames dissipated, Zariel raised the two pale skulls in his hands and roared.

"Demogorgon, next time, I will chop off your real head!"

The baboon skull was crushed in Zariel's hands, turning into billions of rays of light, flying to the demons fighting bravely on the front line.

Whether it was the powerful Anzu demon or the weak inferior demon, their bodies began to swell after enduring these rays of light. The blessing from Zariel directly doubled their strength and completely suppressed those demons.

Zariel smiled and clapped his hands, and his figure flashed back to the Blood River Fortress.

When Bayer saw the Duke of Hell again, the wounds on Zariel's body were recovering rapidly under the blessing of the power of Hell, and the entire first layer of Hell was excited about Zariel's victory.

Zariel said to Bayer calmly: "Don't worry about Demogorgon coming back for at least ten years."

Bayer knew that Zariel was not lying. Even if it was just a clone, it also condensed a very powerful force. Each clone of Demogorgon was created with great effort, not just a consumable.

But Bayer still didn't understand what Zariel was doing?

If we only use the pure power consumption to weigh, Zariel's power just now will not be much less than Demogorgon. It's just a fight, and he doesn't take much advantage. What's the point?

The devil is not a crazy and brainless demon. Bayer can't understand Zariel's meaningless adventure.

Only Zariel knew that after He killed Demogorgon's hidden clone, the restless Hell Core calmed down again.

The Law of Hell recognized Zariel's behavior again, because He killed the powerful invading enemy.

Zariel couldn't tell Bayer this reason. How could he let this traitor know that the core of the first layer of Hell was touched by a mortal and there were signs of a change of owner.

This was a warning, and the Hell Core was reminding Zariel.

He had been too perfunctory at work recently. If he continued to do so, the owner of the first layer of Hell would have to be replaced by someone else.

Zariel knew this very well, so He had to step into the battlefield again. Compared with those intrigues and money-making methods, he was better at fighting.

But even if he regained control of the Hell Core, Zariel still had to consider a problem. If he let that guy continue to make trouble, it was hard to say whether he could make money, and his position as the Grand Duke of Hell would be unstable.

Zariel thought for a moment and said to Bayer, "Are you planning to kill the lich's daughter?"

Bayer was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? What lich's daughter?"

Zariel saw that Bayer didn't seem to be lying, so he asked, "Haven't you heard about what happened recently?"

"The Blood River battlefield consumes all my energy every minute and every second. I don't have time to ask about anything else. Zariel, what do you want to say? If you suddenly want to seek revenge on me, you might as well do it quickly. You have completely disrupted my layout today, and I have to spend more time to rearrange the battlefield!"

Bayer was also very unhappy. What a mess. Zariel went crazy and he was forced to cooperate. There were obviously more effective means to kill those demons, and now all resources have to be recalculated.

Zariel smiled and said, "You are indeed tired. I can see that you are becoming more and more powerless."

Bayer said angrily, "I have blocked every attack of the demons. Don't try to accuse me casually. I have not made any mistakes in these years!"

"Indeed, there are none, but there will be soon. As the master of the first layer of hell, I can't watch the Blood River fall!"

Bayer looked at Zariel in confusion. He didn't mind Zariel depriving him of his command, and maybe he could regain his freedom. But what did Zariel mean by this? Did he think he could manage the Blood River Fortress?

In terms of combat effectiveness, Zariel is stronger than Bayer, but in terms of command ability, Bayer is the real number one in hell, otherwise he would not have been named and appointed by the Lord of Hell to become the chief warrior of the bloody battle.

If Zariel was allowed to guard the Blood River Fortress, it would be captured by the demons in a few years. At that time, Zariel would have to bear the wrath of the Lord of Hell, which would be more terrible than any torture.

Because of this, Bayer couldn't figure out what Zariel was going crazy about today?

Zariel smiled mysteriously and said to Bayer: "Don't worry, I'm not here to settle accounts with you, nor to punish you. On the contrary, I see that you have been defending the Blood River Fortress for many years, and you must be a little tired, so I'm going to find you a helper. I wonder if you have any impression of the name of the Trickster?"

"The Trickster? Is it the one who deceived... uh, the famous lich?"

Bayer almost told Zariel's dark history. No matter how fierce the war was, Bayer didn't really have any free time. He had heard of this famous lich. But it was only heard. He really didn't have time to take the initiative to inquire about the information of this lich. He just occasionally heard a few words about others.

Zariel looked like he didn't mind at all. He said to Bayer: "Yes, it's this extremely cunning lich. I'll let him help you guard the Blood River Fortress. What do you think?"

Bayer looked at Zariel and found that he was not joking.

What does this madman want to do? Plant a spy? Or is he plotting something?

Bayer couldn't figure it out, but He didn't refuse.

No matter what Zariel thought, the bloody battlefield was the most important place in the whole hell. Bayer didn't believe that Zariel dared to joke about it.

Bayer had also heard of the name of the fraudster. It was definitely a good thing to have such a smart person to help. At least it could share some of the pressure for Him.

"Then let him come to me. I will arrange a job for him that suits his status."