This Lich Needs More Money

It’s still that golden desert, or that tavern in a deserted land.

But when Amber Xiu arrived wearing that mecha, the tavern was still crowded.

Seeing the poet busy at the bar, Amber Xiu wondered if he had kidnapped these guests. Otherwise, there was no road outside, so how could there be so many desert natives coming to drink?

Amber Xiu, dressed in heavy armor, appeared at the door of the tavern, attracting the attention of others.

Because in this golden desert, dressing like this is suicide.

The scorching sunlight during the day will turn the armor into a steamer, directly steaming the flesh inside. Even the lizardmen can't stand the suffocating feeling. At night, metal armor cannot keep you warm, causing the body's temperature to lose faster and causing it to freeze quickly.

Even if a robe cover is added, the gaps in the metal armor will soon be filled by wind and sand, and the wear and tear will be very serious. Within a few days, the joints that need careful maintenance will be stuck by the sand, and the lubricating oil will be turned into abrasive by the sand. .

But being able to come to this tavern wearing this heavy armor means that he is not an ordinary person.

Anyone who can keep money to drink in this cruel desert is not a fool. When seeing such a weirdo, they are mainly scrutinizing. Unless this person shows any flaws, no one will do anything to Amber Xiu.

Amberxiu was also used to this kind of malicious look, so he found a corner and sat down, waiting for Jaeger's arrival.

Although he didn't understand why a big shot like Jaeger would choose this poor place, Amberxiu could only follow the other party's rules.

The poet soon brought over a cup of something steaming, but it didn't look like wine.

"Senior, what is this?" Amber Xiu asked strangely.

The poet said excitedly: "Try the magic brew I created myself."

Amberxiu looked at the contents in the cup with confusion. It was a dark mass, so viscous that it looked like asphalt, with colorful bubbles popping out.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a mixture of oil and highly toxic substances.

Amberxiu had known a long time ago that the poet's aesthetic taste was different from ordinary people, but this thing in front of him... Amberxiu grabbed the cup and drank it in one gulp.

Haha, it’s just a mecha, and I have no sense of taste. I can drink whatever I want. Why don’t I give it a favor?

The viscous liquid poured in through the gaps in the armor and quickly slid into the chest cavity. Originally, there was a special combustion chamber here to treat debris as fuel and dispose of it harmlessly.

However, when these liquids entered it, a huge amount of energy burst out, and penetrated into the magical energy furnace of the mecha as if it were alive.

A ball of hot steam emerged from the mecha, and the energy that had not been consumed was directly filled up, and there was a feeling of overflowing.

Amberxiu had to turn on the compression function to control the rampant magic power to prevent it from exploding directly.

Amberxiu couldn't help but said: "It's strong enough, but a living person can't drink it."

"Of course, specially prepared for the undead... Oh, I forgot, you are not the undead now." The poet said awkwardly.

Amber Xiu said: "It's okay, give me some more and I'll take it back to Qiangwei to taste."

The undead have no sense of taste. Generally speaking, only things that are harmful to the soul can make the undead feel it.

But this magical brew seems to be the magic power acting on the body, maybe it has a different taste. Amberxiu envied the poet's mentality. Although he lived longer than himself, he could always maintain such a relaxed and happy mood.

Seeing that Amberxiu was so complimentary, the poet simply sat at Amberxiu's table, had a drink with him and asked: "Why are you here to talk to the old man today?"

Amberxiu said with a smile: "My Code of the Dead has disappeared. I have to ask the president if I have been kicked out of the Mourning Poets Society."

"Tch, you're still playing riddles with me. If you care about this, you don't have to wait until now to ask. I know you have been resurrected for a long time. During these days, your name is the one being praised in hell. The authority of this first level of hell Is it about to fall into your hands?"

Amberxiu said doubtfully: "I don't know what you mean. Zarrell is alive and well. I have the final say when it will be my turn in this first level of hell."

The poet said: "Hell does not belong to anyone or any god. Even Asmodeus only temporarily controls the authority of hell, rather than owning the nine hells. This is a place of exile for sinners, and the appropriate person will be automatically selected to take charge. I know what you did in hell, and now the soul currency system of the nine hells has been severely impacted.

"Especially Mammon's third level of hell. Excessive war loans have led to the bankruptcy of countless devil lords. The wars in the third level of hell are more lively than the blood river. Mammon thinks that he is making a fortune in war, but I think the third level of hell There will be big problems in hell soon.”

Amberxiu frowned and said to the poet: "I reminded Mammon not to play too hard all at once. We are printing counterfeit money to impact the market. If we play too hard all at once, it will cause the entire economic system to collapse. Once bad debts If it is too much, those who owe money will choose to cut off all payments, and then the bank’s reputation will be affected.”

The poet mocked and said: "You told a devil not to be greedy? Or the most famous greedy person in hell? How could Mammon endure such exploitation?"

Amberxiu was silent. This was because he had miscalculated.

Mammon is the most money-greedy lord in hell, so he was attracted to Amberxiu's plan and was the first to cooperate with Amberxiu.

Now greed has become a double-edged sword. If this continues, Hell Bank will soon be played by Mammon and cause problems.

However, Amberxiu didn't take it seriously.

He was just a counterfeit money printer. Whether hell was in chaos or not didn't matter to him. It didn't matter how many devils died.

Soul coins had practical uses, not just credit currency. So no matter how Mammon messed up the economy of the third layer of hell, these counterfeit money still had basic value. Amberxiu could kick Mammon out and find another partner at any time.

It just took some time, and Amberxiu didn't lack time. What Amberxiu really cared about was the question about Zariel raised by the poet.

"Mammon is making trouble. What does this have to do with the first layer of hell? Didn't Zariel do nothing?" Amberxiu asked.

The poet explained: "You think the Nine Hells are different planes, but that's not the case. Hell is one. Asmodeus divided the power of Hell and gave it to different devils, so there are the current Nine Hells. But in fact, Hell is a garbage dump connected to all realms, a place dedicated to collecting garbage.

"You yourself are also a member of the garbage dump. You were originally garbage used for composting, but now you have transformed yourself into an employee of the garbage dump, and you have shortened the original composting time. "

It took Amberxiu a while to understand what "shortened the composting time" meant.

If what sinners need to do in hell is to accept punishment, then the troubles that Amberxiu asked Mammon to cause greatly deepened the "pain" of the devils in hell.

Originally, they had a good life after getting to the position of devil lord. They were all like Amberxiu, garbage themselves and employees of the garbage dump. It's just that these employees usually just slack off, thinking every day about how to trick mortals from the mortal world into falling and adding garbage to the garbage dump, instead of thinking about how to torture the sinners who have already fallen into hell.

The result is that there is more and more fresh garbage, but these garbage-level sinners have become their workers. Many sinners who have fallen into hell have been entrusted with important tasks without suffering much, and quickly become the aristocracy of hell.

What is this?

Hell allows you garbage to act arrogantly?

But there is no way, the devils like to enjoy themselves, no matter what, they are calculating the benefits, wanting to use each other, and wanting to climb up.

This has led to the various levels of hell slowly becoming a retirement home for the devil nobles. It's not that there is no fighting, but Obviously the intensity of the fight was not enough, only the first layer of the blood river battlefield was a real meat grinder.

But the appearance of Amber Xiu made Mammon greedy and crazy, messing up the third layer of hell, and even those hell lords who had been enjoying the good life for many years were forced to roll inward.

Once rolled up, all kinds of torture will follow.

It can be said that although Mammon was destroying the foundation of his rule by doing this, it was very consistent with the requirements of the laws of hell.

Punish the sinners!

The hell lords are not sinners? !

And the source of all this is Amber Xiu, he is like the top leader of the pyramid scheme. The more miserable the people below are, the more benefits he will get.

The laws of hell will count these merits on Amberxiu's head.

The greater the merits, according to the rules, the more power of hell he controls.

But because Asmodeus, the boss, is here, the power of hell has long been allocated by him, so hell spontaneously wants to reward Amberxiu, but finds that he can't come up with anything at all, so there is a problem of delayed rewards, which makes Amberxiu have no special feelings until now.

"Because you fell into the first layer of hell, this is his own choice. And according to the laws of hell, as long as more demons suffer under your counterfeit currency operation, the laws of hell will treat you more and more favorably. Where does this power come from? Of course, it comes from the nearest first layer of hell.

"Zariel must be having a headache now. He should be trying to stabilize his power, otherwise you would have become the master of the first layer of hell long ago. "

Amberxiu was shocked after hearing this explanation?

It's too outrageous. He has only been in hell for a few months, and he is going to be the boss of the first layer of hell?

Others need three years and three years to be undercover.

Although it feels very abnormal, Amber thinks that the poet will not joke about such things.

"If I work harder now, can I make Zariel kneel down and lick my toes?" Amber asked.

"Do you have toes now?" the poet asked back.

"Metaphor, I used a metaphor!"

"It's not that simple. The power of Hell has been held by those demons for too long. Who knows what means they have to keep their power? If it were that simple, you wouldn't have no sense of it until now. Obviously, Zariel can still hold the power in his hands firmly and not leak it. I don't know how to do it specifically, but you can try it. Anyway, you can't die now, right?"

The poet's words made Amber Xiu a little excited, but he soon thought of another question and asked: "I know Zariel well, but I know nothing about Asmodeus. If I really do something to Zariel, Asmodeus will probably wake up immediately. The importance of the first layer of Hell is self-evident."

However, the poet shook his head and said: "You young people only know how to stare at the Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell, but if there is a problem in the first layer of Hell, Asmodeus will definitely not be the first to react."

"Who will it be?" Amber Xiu asked doubtfully.

Is there anyone more anxious than this Lord of Hell?

"Haven't you heard of the name Dispater?"

Amberxiu replied bluntly: "I know the master of the second level of hell, but I only know that this Iron Master doesn't like to go out or even show up."

"Yes, but do you know that the devil princes of the nine hells are often replaced due to death or betrayal. From the emergence of hell to the present, only the two oldest devils, Asmodeus and Dispater, were born from hell. It’s been there since the beginning and has never been replaced.”

Amberxiu shook his head and said, "I really don't know that."

Unexpectedly, the Iron Duke still has such a noble status. He is an ancient devil who has existed since the beginning of hell. After countless chaos, he is still the master of the second level of hell. He is the same ancient existence as Asmodeus.

Sure enough, the otakus in the story are not easy to deal with.

"Zariel is just cannon fodder. You should know very well that he is an angel who fell into hell from Heaven Mountain and a sinner who was thrown to the first level of hell to suffer. The bloody battle battlefield is Zariel's execution ground. The one who truly guards the Blood River Who is it? That Bayer who is not even as good as Zariel?"

Amberxiu immediately understood what the poet meant.

The Blood River Fortress is not a fortified city, it is an outpost, the Blood River is just the front line of the battle, and the entire first level of hell is the "strategic depth" of the bloody battlefield. The real line of defense is the second level of hell, the Iron Duke guarding the second level of hell.

At the critical moment, the first level of hell can be abandoned and turned into a quagmire to prevent the invasion of demons. The second level of hell guarded by the Iron Duke will become the key to stopping the demons.

Oh my god, if he takes action against the bloody battlefield, the first person to stop him will not be Zariel, but the Iron Duke who has been hiding in the shadows.

"If you hadn't reminded me, senior, I would have made the wrong enemy." Amber Xiu was truly grateful. The devil is indeed a devil. Even the most inconspicuous devil likes to hold back, and he will fall into a trap if he is not careful. among.

These secrets of hell are really not something that ordinary people can understand. Only poets, who are equally ancient, can see clearly.

"Thank you, senior, your reminder is very important to me." Amber Xiu said.

The poet chuckled, clinked glasses with Amber Xiu again and said, "Then for my sake, give old man Jaeger some face. I have always felt that among all the members of the poetry club, you are the most interesting one. Don't make it difficult for everyone in the future." The meeting was awkward.”

Amberxiu said helplessly: "Why does everyone think I'm here to cause trouble?"

"Whether you are looking for trouble or not, you can decide for yourself." The poet patted Amber Xiu on the shoulder, and then went to work as a bartender at the bar.

Not long after the poet left, a skeleton wearing a shabby robe walked into the tavern and came to Amberxiu.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the president of the Mourning Poets Society, the fate-recorder Yeager. The old man sat calmly in front of Amber Xiu and asked in a deep voice: “I heard that you want to see me?”

Amberxiu nodded, and then said straight to the point: "President, am I still a member of the Mourning Poets Society?"

Jaeger looked at Umbershoe critically, and then gave an answer that surprised him.

"Of course, the Mourning Poets Society only has members who have died, and there have never been any members who quit."

Amberxiu asked doubtfully: "Then why did my Code of the Undead disappear?"

"A small mistake. When the Code of the Undead was originally created, it was the dark magic that bound you. Now that you are no longer undead, and the nature of the magic has also changed, the Code of the Undead has naturally disappeared. After all, you are the first one in the poetry club to go to hell. of."

Amber Xiu smiled bitterly, it turned out that he was overthinking.

However, these are not the main point. Amber Xiu paused and then asked: "So, President, am I still qualified to run for the God of Death?"