This Lich Needs More Money

"These, and these, and the ones from the two warehouses... Yes, pack them all up and send them over to me!"

A dozen wizards' hands were holding a huge magic mirror suspended in the air, and there was a flame in front to clear the way.

Zariel's flame was really useful. Amberxiu had no obstacles in the Blood River Fortress and went all the way to the warehouse.

The little inferior demon who led the way flapped his wings and smiled, fearing that the fraudster would be dissatisfied. It is said that this lord can come up with tens of thousands of poisonous schemes with a frown, and can dig out the souls of demons with a sneer on his mouth... and he didn't dig it out himself, but the other party dug it out and offered it with both hands.

Amberxiu patrolled the Blood River Fortress like this, and then took out everything he liked.

The equipment in the warehouse can be roughly divided into three categories.

The first type is naturally the most common external equipment, such as magic armor, weapons, etc. Amberxiu is not rare for this kind of thing, who can't refine magic equipment. So as long as those high-end magic equipment are picked and chosen, half of the warehouse will be moved.

The second type is large-scale city defense equipment, such as the magic cannon that is very common in the main material plane. There are similar things here, but the principles are not quite the same. Things like hellfire jets and iron thorn mines are not rare.

Amber Xiu asked for dozens of each type. After all, research requires reverse cracking, and it always needs to be disassembled. How can research be done without preparing a few more?

As for the third type, it is the goal of Amber Xiu's trip-the hell engine.

It can be said that it is difficult for ordinary hell devils to fight with demons continuously. Although the basic qualities of demons are not stronger than demons, they are huge in number and are always full of crazy destructive consciousness. Demons have higher wisdom, but they also have many weaknesses that only intelligent life has.

Demons will get tired, afraid, and their will will be worn down by endless bloody battles, leading to cowardice and war-weariness.

The hell engine can solve this problem.

Those elite devil warriors will be implanted with this mechanical device. The hell engine can strengthen the body of the devil, and as long as there are enough soul coins, it can provide almost unlimited power.

What's more terrifying is that this thing is completely controlled by the upper devil. You can't run on the battlefield. The Hell Engine will control your body to continue fighting.

This kind of Hell Engine implanted in the body needs a very complicated and extremely painful operation to be installed on the devil. Amber Xiu happened to see an installation operation when he visited.

A meritorious Cambion was tied up with his limbs and lying on the operating table.

A sickle demon that looked like a bug operated on him. He directly cut open the abdomen, took out all the internal organs, and then forced the various parts of the Hell Engine into it. Regardless of whether the size was right or not, Amber Xiu saw that the sickle demon found that Cambion's skeleton was too small during the operation, so he directly smashed the bones and forced the engine in.

During the whole process, Cambion was awake and kept wailing. He even cried and said that he didn't want merit anymore, and finally begged to die, not even wanting his life.

But the devil had no sympathy at all. Putting the Hell Engine in was just the first step, and the next second step was even more cruel.

If you want to use the hell engine to replace the organs, you have to connect the catheters one by one. There is no suture. Just poke it into the holes. The claws of the hell engine will automatically grab it, and then start to secrete something like glue to stick all the blood vessels and nerves.

This process seems to be more painful than vivisection. The screams of this Cambion are distorted, like a castrated pig.

After the connection, there is no suture. Just cover the peeled belly and apply some special blood paste. This thing can make the wound heal quickly, but the process will not be too comfortable.

Amber thought that this was the end. After covering the belly, the sickle demon in charge of the operation took a look at the operating table and said angrily: "Oh, I missed the stabilizer."

A fist-sized ball covered with various spikes and glowing.

This is the stabilizer of the hell engine, which can filter energy impurities. Without this device, it is easy to explode. Although there are several stabilizers in a hell engine, it doesn’t seem to matter if one is missing.

But the sickle demon was obviously a rigorous doctor, so he cut open the body of Cambion again, took out the engine, and reinstalled it.

Although Amberxiu had regained the feeling of a living person, he had seen countless corpses during his years as a lich, so this bloody level would not make him feel anything. What he cared about was that the rough installation method of the hell engine could not kill people and could still be used normally?

Life is very fragile. Even a dragon would be killed if it was cut open and a device was forced into its body without even time to heal.

But Cambion was repeatedly tortured like this, and was kicked off the operating table after his belly was covered, but he was able to struggle and crawl out of the operating room by himself.

What kind of miracle doctor is this? !

"Is it the devil's physique that is special, or is the technology of the hell engine powerful?"

Amberxiu felt that if he could crack the secret of the hell engine, the supplement to alchemy would be obvious, and the power of the god of alchemy would be improved again.

It is impossible for Amberxiu to become a god by his own strength.

If the God of Alchemy reaches the realm of powerful divine power first, then sharing some of his power with Amber would be of great help to him.

Aio looked down on Amberxiu, so Amberxiu could only rely on himself.

Amberxiu asked for several sets of various models of Hell Engines, but this time it was not so smooth. The little demon who was responsible for leading the way had a toothache expression and couldn't help saying to Amberxiu: "Sir Fraudster, the number of Hell Engines is originally very small. Can you take less? Grand Duke Bayer cares a lot about Hell Engines. If you take too much, I will..."

Amberxiu smiled and stuffed him a palm-sized magic mirror. Before the little demon understood what it meant, Amberxiu showed him the number displayed on the magic mirror.

That was the amount of soul coins in the account, and this number was enough to make the little demon excited and flap his wings. He said excitedly: "Sir, I know there are a few hidden money in other warehouses. I will take you there!"

The use of the magic mirror has spread, and the trial operation of the Hell Bank has also begun. More than a dozen Hell Grand Dukes have joined forces to congratulate, and this scene has also shocked the Nine Hells.

Mammon, the first president of the Hell Bank, is now the most glorious figure in Hell.

Amber Xiu laughed, money makes the devil work, and the devil is also a devil.

Amber Xiu didn't feel so comfortable when he was in the main material plane, after all, he couldn't make gold, but in Hell... the feeling of printing counterfeit money was really great.

Just when Amber Xiu emptied several warehouses and was ready to run away, an Anzu demon wrapped in heavy armor appeared and stared at Amber Xiu with scarlet eyes.

Amber Xiu could see that this Anzu demon was equipped with the highest specification of the Hell Engine. A long red light came out of his chest, and flames spewed out from the pores all over his body, and it would change with his breathing.

The little demon who was smiling just now was trembling with fear and hurriedly explained: "Big big... Big... Big... I, I, I... He has the warrant of Grand Duke Zariel... I, I, I..."

However, it was useless. Halfway through his words, the Anzu demon raised his right foot and stepped on the little demon.

The little demon wanted to flap his wings to avoid it, but the bottom of the Anzu demon's feet seemed to have a vortex, which firmly attached him to it. Finally, the big foot stepped down and crushed the little demon into a pile of meat paste.

Amber did not care about the life and death of the little demon. After all, the things were already in his hands, and he would never spit out any opinions of the Anzu demon.

But the expected battle did not happen. The Anzu demon just stepped on the little demon who was eating his own way to death, and then respectfully said to Amber: "Sir Fraudster, General Bayer invites you to come to see him."