This Lich Needs More Money

Seeing Amber Xiu's indifferent reply, Grand Duke Mammon of the third level of hell fell into deep thought.

When did a mere mortal dare to talk to me like this?

Moreover, this time it was clearly his own fault.

In the past, I could take advantage of these mortals as a matter of course even if I was not being reasonable. But this time I was clearly being reasonable, but I was still ridiculed by this damn bastard?

And Mammon found that she had no choice.

It is impossible to withdraw his shares. He invested too much in this hell bank, almost all of his net worth was thrown into it. The economy of the third level of hell has also reached an unprecedented prosperous state. Because of crazy lending, the prices of goods in the third level of hell began to skyrocket, and the hell lords took soul coins and began to purchase from other levels of hell across regions, forming a A new type of hell trade system.

Seeing that he is about to drag down all the other hell princes through the hell bank, Mammon will become the most influential devil in hell through the soul coin in his hand.

Ahead is the end point of a great undertaking, but what happened to Him along the way?

When she saw the numbers on the magic mirror jumping around, Mammon's soul was on fire.

For the first time in many years, Mammon felt such fear. She was so scared that her heart and liver were trembling. The entire third level of hell has experienced horrific natural disasters due to the owner's emotions, such as hurricanes, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions.

Mammon did not care about quelling these disasters. He only worried about his own career. The bank of hell is destroyed, everything is destroyed, and He will suffer more than death.

Although Amberxiu only took a short time to solve the problem, many devils did not have time to check the changes in their balances and did not find anything wrong with the magic mirror.

But this is a major crisis, and the damn bastard needs to be given an explanation.

Withdraw shares?

It was impossible to withdraw the shares. Mammon could not withdraw the shares at all, but he could not swallow this breath.

Mammon couldn't help but draw a circle of fire, trying to find Zariel. Zariel was the one who took the lead in the Hell Bank incident. Now that something went wrong, Zariel had to step in. No matter what, he had to teach this mortal a lesson.

But what surprised Mammen was that after waiting for a long time, there was no response from Zariel.

It wasn't until Mammon used a teleportation spell to reach the first level of hell and knocked on the door of Zariel's palace that he met the owner of the first level of hell.

But when they met again, Mammen said with a confused look on his face: "What's going on, Zariel, what's going on with you?"

Zariel was still sitting on the bronze throne, supporting his head with his fist, looking bored, but Mammon always felt that something was wrong with Zariel, but she just couldn't explain it.

Zarrell said with an irritated look: "What are you doing here with me? Are you not busy making money?"

Mammon said in surprise: "You don't know this? There is something wrong with the magic mirror. It almost caused big trouble just now!"

Mammen could only tell the story about the wrong display in Magic Mirror's account, but Zarrell still looked unconcerned and asked: "Didn't you say it was repaired? Did you lose the share?"

Mammon looked at Zariel in confusion. There was something wrong with this attitude. Wasn't it Zariel who hated that guy the most at the beginning? Why was he acting so calmly now, as if the matter had nothing to do with him?

Mammon asked directly: "Zariel, what on earth are you doing? Don't you think there is any problem at all?"

Zarrell said casually: "What's the problem? Regarding Hell Bank, haven't I been kicked out by you? As long as my share is not reduced, what else does it have to do with me?"

Mammon was very angry when he heard that. Although he kicked out Zarrell and seized most of the control rights, now that there is a problem, why should the shareholders not care?

Even if he had done something wrong in the first place, didn't Zarrell himself have some problems? I was kicked out because I didn't have the ability to manage accounts. This is because I lacked ability.

The devil's logic has always been like this. If I cheat you, it's because you are pure. If I suffer a loss, it's your fault.

Complying with the terms does not mean that they can afford to lose. They just admit the compensation through gritted teeth, but they will curse you ten thousand times in their hearts.

But facing Zariel, Mammon could only curse in her heart. Everyone was the prince of hell, in charge of the authority of different hells, and no one could do anything to anyone.

Mammon said angrily: "Humph, if you don't help me today, next time it's your turn to suffer, don't cry and beg me!"

Zarrell said disdainfully: "You were the one who firmly stated that you wanted to join, and now you come to me when you are in trouble? Okay, then let me ask you, even if you want to cause trouble for him, what can you do to him now? Kidnap him. His daughter?"

"What's wrong with this?" Mammon said coldly: "This is my plan. This lich is hiding in the magic mirror. I can't deal with him, but he has relatives, friends and a career. It's just a small lesson. , enough.”

Zariel smiled and said, "Then go ahead. I won't stop you. I can also tell you that his daughter is fighting the enemy bravely on the Blood River battlefield. Her feats shocked even Bayer."

A ray of light flew out of Zariel's hand and turned into a huge map, which was exactly the current situation on the Blood River battlefield.

Part of it began to expand rapidly, showing the actual scene of the battlefield.

Melina was seen charging forward with her body wrapped in blue light, the flaming sword in her hand slicing through the bodies of one demon after another. No one could stop her wherever she went.

Compared with those demons who are not afraid of death, Melina is the crazier one.

The troops behind Melina all raised the magic mirror in their hands, and a large number of spells flew out of the mirror, falling on the devils like a meteor shower.

They are not afraid of accidentally injuring Melina, because under the protection of that layer of blue light, almost all magic will dissipate the moment it gets close, and only locations outside the blue light will be hit by saturated magic.

Spellcasters are rare everywhere. Although the devil seems to have a rocket technique, everyone seems to be able to cast spells. However, this kind of rocket technique derived from the instinct of hellish creatures has very little power, and the casting motion is extremely long, making it almost useless on the battlefield. Any demon can come and charge regardless of the damage caused by this rocket technique just by relying on its natural magic resistance.

As for deeper magic, it requires talent and hard work, and not many devils have this kind of spell casting talent.

But Melina's team is different. They are completely armed with wealth.

It was the first time for the devil to cast spells with krypton gold. Others had an army of 10,000 people, 99 of which were engaged in hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons, and the remaining 100 or so were spell casters.

As long as Melina is willing to spend money, she can have 10,000 warriors and 10,000 mages at the same time.

Don't say that the devil has never seen this style of play, and the devil can't stop it.

The indiscriminate bombardment of magic made it impossible for the demons to form a formation. Melina charged against the forbidden magic barrier, killing without any pressure at all.

"How could it be so outrageous?"

Mammon was shocked. Although the demons that appeared on the battlefield were not powerful, it was not normal for Melina to kill like mowing grass. Other demons had to sacrifice their lives just to get some merit in the bloody battlefield. Come on, Melina is frantically earning merit as if she's cheating.

Zarrell said: "Have you ever seen any small lord who can produce tens of thousands of qualified mages?"

Melina seems to have a large territory, but she only absorbs wanderers in the wilderness. Those are the weakest devils who have just been transformed, or who can't survive in other territories.

This kind of devil, let alone go to the battlefield, is lucky not to be bullied on a daily basis, and cannot meet the entry standards of the Blood River Battlefield.

Therefore, Melina actually has very few soldiers who can fight. There are not many elites in this army, and most of them are novices. But it doesn’t matter if you are a rookie, as long as you lock a certain position and then use your own account to earn money.

Fireball, chain lightning, or earthquake, fire wall, acid arrows, etc. As long as you have money, these basic but effective spells can be released at will.

Thousands of recruits suddenly turned into thousands of mages, and the casting speed was so fast that even chanting time was saved.

Which small lord can fight such a wealthy war?

It is more than enough to bully a small army of demons, there is no difficulty at all.

This is also the reason why Zarrell said that Melina has outstanding achievements. If someone else also leads 10,000 people, the result will be only one-tenth of Melina's at most, and he will suffer considerable losses.

Bayer has begun to study the magic mirror's spellcasting ability, preparing to change the previous conventional combat methods and re-establish a set of tactics around this thing.

If a magic mirror is regarded as a qualified mage, then the Blood River Fortress may be able to form an unprecedented large-scale magic army. At that time, instead of just releasing a little fireball spell to make a small fuss, the legion's spells were often city-destroying super spells.

Just imagine, if the number of castings of this super spell increases dozens of times, what rich results will it bring?

Bayer couldn't sit still and had ordered people to conduct research with all their strength. If they give these demons a hard blow, they might be able to reduce the scope of the blood river by half and suppress the demons deeper underground.

Zarrell reminded: "Mamen, the magic mirror is not just a tool for you to make money. In the first level of hell, this thing is a strategic material. Are you really prepared to go against this guy just because of that little misunderstanding? Are you really Want to deal with his daughter?"

Mamen never expected that the magic mirror could have such an effect. He had always only wanted to use the magic mirror to make money.

"Is this why you're so afraid of him? Zarrell, that's not like you."

Mammon felt that Zariel was not telling the truth. In his impression, Zariel was the kind of character who dared to slash people with his sword if he disagreed with him. He was reckless, impulsive and cruel. He had no scruples at all, otherwise he would not have done it in the first place. So impulsively, he crashed into hell.

No matter how powerful the magic mirror is, Zarrell will only act according to his own temper and will not care about the consequences. To be so cautious and so cautious is not at all like His character.

Zarrell laughed and said sarcastically: "When did you start to understand me, or do you think you do? Mammon, I sent you Melina's location. If you want to find trouble, just go Go, don't bother me."

A force pushed Mammon away. This was the power of law from the first level of hell.

Mammon was pushed out of the mansion directly by Zariel, and the door closed with a bang, as if Mammon was not welcome to come again.

Mammon frowned and looked at the coordinates in her hand.

Intuition told him that there must be something wrong with Zariel, but Mammon couldn't tell where the problem was.

After hesitating for a long time, Mammen finally crushed the coordinates in his hand into a pile of light crumbs, and then went back cursing.

Hell Bank will definitely be in a lot of trouble after this mistake. This time, the lich is lucky. He is busy doing business and has no time to argue with him.

Sensing that Mammon had left the first layer of hell, Zariel, who was originally sitting lazily on the chair, suddenly changed his expression.

Countless red lights flew out of his body and continued to gather in the void, revealing a phantom of a heart.

This is the embodiment of the law of the first layer of hell. This thing that keeps beating like a heart is the authority that Zariel holds.

But now, this power is constantly leaking away, constantly escaping from Zariel's body, and flying towards the new owner.

The key to the first layer of hell is the bloody battlefield. It can be said that the meaning of the existence of this layer of hell is to block the invasion of demons. In comparison, the work of punishing evil people is not that important.

And now, something that can really affect the outcome of the battlefield has appeared, and the controller belongs to Ambersu.

In this way, the law of hell will naturally turn to Ambersu.

If Zariel hadn't stopped him, the law of hell would have forced Ambersu to be promoted to the Grand Duke of the Devil and become a member of the quasi-divine power.

Now Zariel has no way to leave his official residence. He can only concentrate on controlling the law of hell and force this power to stay 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 be unable to stop him.

Unless, He went to the battlefield in person, cut a bloody path with his sword, and drove all the demons into the ground.

If He took the credit before the magic mirror did the work, then there would 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, which was originally full of cracks like porcelain, began to heal, and as the power faded, the scars faded. Those scars were not only evidence of torture, but also the mark of hell on him.

Feeling the constant flow of the laws of hell in his body, looking at the heart of hell that was becoming more and more real in front of him, Zariel smiled instead.

"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!"