A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"How much of space, time and universe have we explored so far? How much of it is controlled by direct penetration?"

Zuo Si stared at this huge star map projection arranged in a network with the cave tree as the center, his eyes shining with curiosity.

Not unlike Yawgmoth, the creator and ruler of Old Phyrexia.

From the beginning to the end, he has never had a too strong tendency to expand and unify all realms, and he does not think it is a good thing that the entire multiverse is filled with sparkling oil.

Similarly, he does not believe that he has any responsibility, obligation, or some inexplicable sense of bullshit mission to force others to accept his own ideas, and he is also moved to think that this is sowing the so-called "seeds of civilization."

So since Zuo Si tampered with Shuoyou's control, he directly artificially castrated his most powerful and most feared ability of active infection and perfection.

Instead, it is used as a convenient tool that can be used by any race and civilization, and is spread to thousands of worlds.

Unless he himself or a demon judge like Jinji Tasha is activated again, those in the world who come into contact with Shuoyou for the first time will only feel extremely happy, thinking that they have been favored by fate and gods, and have no idea that these things are between matter. What kind of terrifying destructive power can the viscous liquid between energy and energy unleash.

Because of this, the Shimmering Oil continues to spread throughout the multiverse every moment.

Unless he is someone who is specifically responsible for tracking statistics, even Zuo Si himself does not know exactly how big the scope of influence he controls.

Jinji Tasha raised his fingers as sharp as a sickle and lightly traced the projected star map.

moment!

The light spots that were originally chaotically connected by the branches of the cave began to be classified and arranged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those that emit the brightest and most dazzling light are placed at the top, while those that are dim or not very luminous are placed at the bottom.

Because there are so many of them, they look densely packed like pebbles near the shore of the sea.

Some look very big, while others are as small as gravel.

After all this was done, the Blue Demon Judge introduced in a slightly proud tone: "According to the statistical results as of 11:25 and 37 seconds this morning, we have explored more than five years of time and space. One thousand four hundred and sixty-three trillion.

Among them, those with huge single universes account for one-sixth of them, and the rest are relatively small-scale concepts similar to the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located.

As for the ones that are completely penetrated and controlled by shimmering oil, only no more than one ten thousandth.

I have to say that the spreading speed of Shuoyou is all thanks to your clever strategy.

Through the temporary castration of active infection and perfecting abilities, countless races mistakenly believe that shimmering oil is just an unknown magical substance that can help them improve their skills and defeat powerful enemies in a short period of time.

When these idiots began to rely on shimmering oil to build their civilization, they became crazy and obsessed with the magical power of shimmering oil.

At that time, we only need to awaken the ability to actively infect and complete it, and we can directly devour it completely and transform it into a part of the great New Phyrexia.

With the guidance of your supreme wisdom, we will surely be able to realize the grand vision of the unification of all worlds. "

When saying these words, Jinji Tasha's tone and demeanor were obviously extremely excited and crazy.

Because in his eyes, disguising the shimmering oil as a tool that can bring huge benefits to everyone is a stroke of genius.

Compared with Yawgmoth, who forcibly promoted the oil, which aroused strong resistance in a large area, and Elenon, who tried to use religious means to reduce the resistance consciousness of the local indigenous people in the invaded time and space, they were countless times more clever.

How could New Phyrexia not become more and more powerful under the leadership of such a great and wise master?

Of course, the above is just wishful thinking in Jinji Tasha's heart.

In fact, Zuo Si is completely filled with question marks right now.

A brilliant strategy?

Wisdom’s guidance?

How the hell didn't I know this stuff existed?

The original reason for castrating Shimmer Oil's active infection and perfection abilities was simply because he saw Yawgmoth, the first ruler of Phyrexia, making people angry. As a result, he was jointly besieged by the ancient planeswalkers, and the end was miserable.

Moreover, many invaded time and space still have strong stress reactions.

If Shimmer Oil and the New Phyrexia it represents rises again, it will surely attract a host of troublesome enemies.

At that time, Zuo Si did not want to get into trouble, nor did he want to become a villain who was beaten by many planeswalkers, so he made such a choice.

It has nothing to do with clever strategies or wise guidance.

The reason why the current situation has emerged is completely unexpected and surprising.

Remember that the original purpose of spreading Shimmering Oil across the multiverse was simply to gather more knowledge and technology.

However, in line with the principle of not dampening the enthusiasm of his subordinates, Zuo Si did not explain too much, but nodded pretending to be profound.

"very good.

Please choose a time and space of suitable size and closed enough for me.

It would be better if there were some powerful creatures like gods.

Remember, make sure there are no secrets in this space and time.

I don't want even the slightest accident to happen when using it. "

Jinjitashi hurriedly bent down and bowed deeply: "Please rest assured, I promise to complete this task personally, and there will be no accidents.

If possible, I hope to observe and track your offspring.

Because this is the first time we have come into contact with a life form that truly has the ability of abstract concepts.

Of course, it would be better if limited research can be carried out."

From the creepy curiosity revealed in those eyes, it is not difficult to see that this guy is obviously in the same old trouble again.

To be precise, after little Annie was born, Jinjitashi tried to study her.

For this reason, he was twisted into a creaking metal twist on the spot several times, but he just didn't change his bad habits.

Now that another more powerful, mysterious and incredible super life form has been discovered, it would be strange if he didn't have some ideas.

What's more, although these demon judges respect, worship and obey Zuo Si as the supreme ruler, their attitude towards his offspring is far worse.

After all, New Phyrexia is not inherited by blood like mortals.

Whoever can become the master of Shuoyou can make all the demon judges kneel on the ground and swear allegiance.

Otherwise, the demon judges who had their own ulterior motives during the reign of Elenon are the best example.

A demon judge will not obey another demon judge just because of his lack of strength.

The reason is that the authority given to them by Shuoyou when it was created is not high or low.

If the master of Shuoyou is compared to the source of New Phyrexia, then the demon judges below are equivalent to controlling the important nodes of this huge system.

All these nodes are only responsible to the source, and have no subordinate relationship with other nodes.

This means that in the eyes of the demon judges, Zuo Si's descendants are just creatures created by biotechnology with some of their own genes and abilities.

The reason why they obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince Greya was entirely due to the certain power granted to them by Zuo Si.

If he were killed or disappeared suddenly one day, the judges would never support or obey his offspring, but would fight each other until the most powerful judge emerged to temporarily rule New Phyrexia.

"If you are not afraid of being killed by Talona, ​​you can try it yourself."

Zuo Si sneered and gave Jinjitasha a look that said he would take care of himself.

Want to study a terrifying god or ancient evil offspring that is being nurtured by a powerful god?

What gave you the courage to do so?

"Uh... I just made a suggestion."

Jinjitasha obviously realized that he was daydreaming, and immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

There was no way, he had been so smooth in recent years that he could basically get whatever he wanted, so much so that he forgot that some red lines could not be touched.

Fortunately, Zuo Si did not intend to pursue the matter. After leaving an order to clean up the mess in the Orc Kingdom as soon as possible, he directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

As Baator was ready to go, he had to temporarily shift his attention there to ensure that the scale and intensity of the war remained within controllable limits.

Only in this way could Asmodeus achieve his goal of hiding a large number of demon armies in plain sight.

As for how this civil war would end, that was not a problem Zuo Si needed to consider.

With the oil as a base, he would definitely not suffer any losses even if a fight really broke out. On the contrary, he might have a significant increase in military strength due to the large number of corpses recovered.

…

At the same time, far to the east of the continent of Faerun, in the territory of Sel ruled by the red-robed wizards, a secret meeting to determine the future direction of the country was being held quietly.

All the participants were the chiefs of various factions without exception.

The only one missing was Sazastan, the chief of the undead faction who had just been elected as the "chief ruling officer".

Anyone who knew something about the tradition of the red-robed wizards would realize after seeing this scene that this was a conspiracy by them to overthrow the new order established by Sazastan.

The reason is very simple, that is, Sazastan's dictatorial tendency seriously violates and challenges the original intention of the Red Robe Mage.

This is very clear from the fact that the chief of the new change department, Samas, who was supported by him, was also present.

Because the slogan of Sel's independence from the Mulhorand Empire was to overthrow theocracy and dictatorship.

So the country of Sel always gives people a very awkward and twisted feeling, which also comes from this.

They are obviously practicing terrible slavery, the mage class almost monopolizes all power, and completely regards civilians as a renewable resource. No matter how you look at it, it should belong to the mage dictatorship.

But the interesting thing is that once you enter the Red Robe Mage, this situation has a 180-degree turn.

At least in terms of political status, every Red Robe Mage who successfully graduates and reaches a certain level is equal.

High-level mages can certainly not treat their apprentices as human beings, use them as experimental subjects or send them to perform some dangerous tasks with a high risk of death.

Similarly, apprentices can also assassinate their teachers in turn.

As long as you do it perfectly and secretly enough, even if the truth is later made public, you will only receive praise and admiration from others, and it will become an indispensable highlight on your resume.

In particular, the Chief Council, the highest decision-making body, has existed since the Red Robe Mage Organization held high the banner of independence to resist the Mulhorand Empire. It has long become an insurmountable red line and tradition.

Although Sazastan's intention to implement dictatorship was good, it was to reduce internal friction and build a truly powerful magic empire to compete with the behemoth West Coast Empire.

But it's a pity that no one understands his good intentions.

The moment he was announced as the "chief ruler", all the faction chiefs, without exception, chose to regard this oldest and most powerful lich as the biggest enemy of the entire organization and even the country.

It must be said that the experience of Sazhastan fully proves how difficult it is to carry out subversive reforms of a regime and a country from within.

Those vested interest groups will not be willing to give up their power and wealth when the country is in danger, as shown in many film and television works, and then unite all the forces that can be united to tide over the difficulties together.

In most cases, even if they realize that the anger of the people at the bottom has been ignited and their political power is no longer stable, they will not give up a single benefit. On the contrary, they may collude with foreign enemies to sign a traitorous treaty and use external force to suppress it. Domestic resistance.

After all, choosing the latter is at best just groveling and being a dog to the other party, but if the people at the bottom are allowed to successfully overthrow the existing regime, it will be the disaster of annihilation.

Which one is more important can be figured out by using your brain a little.

What's more, the chiefs of the red robe mages don't care what kind of reforms Sazastan wants to carry out, and how powerful Ser will become after the reform.

They only care about one thing, and that is that the original power in their hands has been taken away.

"Everyone, I think you should know what Sazhastan wants to do now, right?

He is tarnishing our sacred tradition!

Defiling the final bottom line that has been unshakable since its inception!

As a member of the red-robed mages, we have the responsibility and obligation to stop him. "

A faction chief took the lead in breaking his silence to kick off the meeting to denounce Sazhastan.

It was easy to tell from the expression on his face that he didn't seem to be worried at all that what he said would reach Sazhastan's ears.

"But the problem is that stopping Sazastan means the outbreak of war. None of us are prepared for a war that will engulf the entire Seer."

Another chief raised the difficulties currently faced.

You should know that each faction has its own sphere of influence and controls one or two provinces.

Some of the provinces close to the border are okay, as the number of troops, training level, and weapons and equipment are all guaranteed.

However, some relatively safe provinces obviously have the meaning of "relaxation of arms over time".

If troops suddenly start to explode in such a place, anyone who is not blind will realize that the other side is going to start a war.

In addition, large-scale procurement of weapons and equipment will also alarm Sazastan.

“Don’t worry, I have contacted the businessmen in the West Coast Empire.

They will use airships to transport all weapons, equipment, and supplies needed for the war to the Araul Province.

All we need to do is get it back out of the way of Sazastan's eyes and ears.

In addition, I also contacted the orc kingdom that occupied Rongma Grassland and Vasa.

They will sell us a collection of slaves and a large number of corpses captured in previous wars.

By then, as long as a portal is built, hundreds of thousands of additional troops can be obtained immediately.

So I think we don't need to be afraid of war at all.

The one you should really be afraid of is Sazastan.

After all, he only controls two provinces. "

While saying these words, the slightly fat bald male chief stood up from his seat, his words and actions full of incitement.

There is no doubt that he is the one who hates Sazastan the most of all the chiefs.

Even if we drag the whole of Serge to hell, we must kill this enemy.

Otherwise, he will be the next one to die inexplicably and tragically.

After all, through this private alliance, they already knew that the two chiefs who had previously been thought to have died in the factional struggle were actually killed by Sazastan.

If things continue like this, anyone in the entire council who dares to oppose this powerful legendary lich will definitely be killed and replaced with an obedient puppet, which may simply be a lich, vampire or other undead.

This is obviously a result that the entire Red Robe Mage organization cannot accept.

"Are the merchants of the West Coast Empire reliable? Don't forget, they are our enemies."

Another chief had a worried look on his face.

You must know that before the emergence of the West Coast Empire, Sale was the largest exporter of magic items in the entire Faerûn continent.

Many areas lacking spellcasters rely on trading with them to obtain various magic items.

The concessions scattered all over the country are the best proof.

But later, with the competition and squeeze brought about by the rise of the West Coast Empire, Sale suffered a huge blow in the export of magic items, and its market share shrank sharply.

Not only has all the market share in the west and north been lost, but even the traditional sphere of influence around the Falling Star Sea has been losing ground.

There is no way, who can let the cost, technology and strength be inferior to others.

In the past, the red-robed mage was able to open concessions all over the continent of Faerûn based on the above three things.

The low cost comes from the nationwide selection of talented children and the perfect and mature system of wizard training.

It only takes a few years for a teenager to become an apprentice to participate in the production of magic items.

Especially those children from civilian and poor families, who cannot afford to buy scrolls, books and conduct experiments, can only make money in this way.

If the same work is given to a graduated red robe wizard, the mentors may need to pay a hundred gold coins.

But for apprentices, it may only take twenty or even less.

The relationship between the two parties is basically equivalent to graduate students and mentors in modern universities on Earth.

If you meet a mentor with a little conscience, it’s okay. At most, you will be exploited for a few years. If you endure it a little and wait until graduation, you can become a promising wizard.

But if you meet a mentor who is not a human being, it’s basically the same as a slave servant.

So through this extreme cost control, the price of magic items in Sel has always been higher than that of all Faerun.

Many local spellcasting institutions and wizard towers have lost their temper because of them.

There used to be a shop opened by a red robe wizard in the market of Askatra, the capital of Amn.

But the Masked Mage Guild did not take any action, allowing the other party to operate under their noses, and even internal members occasionally visited.

This shows the strong monopoly of the Red Robe Mage in the field of magic item production.

But the problem is that this situation has changed now.

Sel can select smart enough children from all over the country to train as apprentices, and naturally he can also establish the West Coast Empire with absolute dictatorship.

Moreover, the latter is many times larger than the former in terms of population size and land area.

As we all know, no matter what you do, if there are too many people, they will naturally start to roll in.

This is determined by the supply and demand relationship and objective factors, and is not subject to human will.

The mentor of the Red Robe Mage gives the apprentice 20 gold coins, then the West Coast Empire can directly cut it in half and give only 10.

What, too little?

If you don’t do it, there are plenty of people who will do it!

Don’t you see that there are still a lot of apprentices outside fighting for this opportunity?

Unless they are a very small number of geniuses who have been the focus of attention since school, the rest are basically the firewood in the magic system of the West Coast Empire, constantly burning themselves, just to make further progress on the road of magic.

But even if it gets to this extent, few people will choose to give up.

Because this is the only way for the common people to achieve class leap in relatively fair competition.

The other is to enter the imperial bureaucracy and slowly climb up.

Moreover, even the income of a wizard apprentice is much higher than that of a worker, a farmer, or a small trader, and the social status is completely different.

There is no way.

Learning magic is a field that requires talent.

It is not like doing cutting-edge scientific research, where sometimes you can succeed by trial and error, and it is not like other fields where you can get the title of expert professor by writing a few papers.

Because the learning progress and spellcasting level will not lie.

Karsus, the most talented archmage in Faerun's history, could cast zero-ring arcane when he was still a baby, and he was already a great archmage standing at the top of the Netheril era when he was in his twenties.

Sammaster, who is also extremely talented, only came into contact with magic in his teens, and then he absorbed knowledge like a sponge crazily, and was favored by the second-generation magic goddess Mystra before he was fifty years old.

But what about those who have no talent?

Look at the mages who are still at level 3 or 5 in their sixties and seventies. They are the truest portrayal of ordinary spellcasters.

So the magic education system of the West Coast Empire is not actually cultivating talents, but selecting talents.

As for the remaining apprentices with mediocre talents, they can basically only be workers on the magic item production assembly line with a decent income.

So in terms of cost and price, even if the red robe wizards die, they can't beat the West Coast Empire.

This is the terrifying competitive advantage brought by scale.

The most important thing is that the West Coast Empire has more types of magic items and is willing to purchase local specialties at a good price, injecting vitality into the economy through trade.

From the perspective of the red robe wizard of Sel, this is completely driving himself out of the traditional sphere of influence.

What's more, the two sides had a war before, and the result was that they lost and ceded the province of Alaur.

"Don't worry, the merchants of the West Coast Empire have always been very trustworthy.

And as long as you pay, there is almost nothing they dare not sell.

I have ordered enough weapons and equipment to arm 500,000 people, which is enough to support a protracted war.

But before that, I suggest that we use our private guards to test it out.

It would be best if we can solve Sazastan at the lowest cost, or force him to give up the idea of ​​becoming a dictator."

While saying this, the slightly fat chief took out a business contract from his arms and showed it to everyone.

"In that case, let's start. The longer the time drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for us."

As an insider and spy, Demetra Flas decisively voted in favor.

Unlike other chiefs who could only fight Sazastan to death on the land of Sel, she had already found a buyer early on. At worst, she could go directly to the West Coast Empire to seek refuge with Zuo Si.

"Agree!"

"Second!"

"It's time to teach that bastard Sazastan a lesson!"

"No one can rule Sel alone without the parliament!"

...

With one chief after another making solemn statements, the anti-Sazastan alliance was finally officially established.

In just a few days, they began to send their own private armed forces to attack.

Don't think that the scale of the private armed forces of the chief red robe wizard of Sel is small.

If they were not pulling each other's legs, the direct guards controlled by any chief would be enough to easily destroy thousands of troops and conquer a country that is not very large.

So the war launched by the parliament chiefs against Sazastan instantly intensified many internal problems and contradictions.

After all, the rapid trade expansion of the West Coast Empire has greatly squeezed the market of Sel, causing various problems in its economy, the profits of the upper nobles and merchants have been greatly reduced, and the living standards of the civilians have also plummeted.

The anger and dissatisfaction make the whole society like a pressure cooker full of steam.

If there is such a situation in a country on the earth, there are usually only two results.

One is that politicians create border conflicts and stir up new and old hatreds with neighboring countries to divert internal conflicts, or simply start a war.

The other is that serious civil unrest breaks out, the current government is driven out of office, and vested interest groups are liquidated on a large scale.

But in Faerun, which is full of gods, magic and other supernatural powers, civilians have never been the main participants in politics.

Because their only advantage is numbers, which is nothing compared to the former.

Only benevolent rulers like Lord Nasir of Neverwinter who believe in the god of justice Tyr will tolerate riots from the lower class civilians.

In the Cyre ruled by the Red Robe Mage, if civilians and slaves in any area dare to riot, what awaits them will be a ruthless massacre.

If all the people in a village participate in the riot, they will be killed in the village. If all the people in a city participate in the riot, they will be slaughtered in the entire city. There will never be a trace of mercy and compassion.

Anyway, the body can be pulled up and reused after the death of the person.

Therefore, the red-robed wizards never cared about the thoughts of the lower-class civilians, just as humans would not care about the ants crawling under their feet.

So, a very incredible magical scene appeared in the territory of Sel.

That is, the private armed forces of the chiefs swaggered through the city in groups, and even fought with the private armed forces of Sazastan, while the civilians around them did what they had to do as if they saw nothing.

At most, they stayed away to avoid being accidentally injured by large-scale lethal spells or stray arrows.

Anyway, the fight between the chiefs has existed since the day Sel was founded and has continued to this day.

No matter how many chiefs died or how fierce the war broke out between them, it has nothing to do with the civilians.

This indifference and numbness to politics, as well as indifference to the fate of the country, perfectly interprets the deformed social and power structure of Sel.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the huge fireballs launched by the simple mobile siege wizard tower continued to explode on the fortress wall and made loud noises, Sazastan, who stayed in his nest, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Because he never dreamed that after he announced his appointment as the chief executive, all his allies immediately turned against him and fell into a state of being deserted by everyone.

Not only that, the chiefs of the parliament also united to launch an attack on him.

"How is it, my prediction is correct, right? All the chiefs are against you, because the changes you want seriously touch their bottom line. There is no way to avoid this war. You must change your mindset immediately to deal with it, otherwise there is only one way to fail."

The Lord of the Entangled Symbols standing next to him, Lagun, flashed a terrifying red light in his eyes, and reminded him in an emotionless tone.

"I don't understand! Why do they do this? Especially the chief of the Transformation Department, Samas! Everything he has now is given by me! But this guy stood on the opposite side of me without hesitation."

Sazastan was obviously very angry and felt deeply hurt and betrayed.

He obviously just wanted to make Sel better and make the entire Red Robe Mage Organization stronger to deal with the step-by-step pressure from the West Coast Empire from the economic to political and military fields.

This is beneficial to everyone and can greatly reduce the problems caused by internal friction.

Otherwise, as the trade share continues to decline, the country's situation will only get worse and worse, and it may even become a vassal or puppet of the other side one day.

Ragon glanced at this "kind" and laughed hoarsely.

"Hahaha!

Don't you understand or realize that you are carrying out a reform that will affect the interests and power of countless people?

Especially the centralization of power, which shakes the basic principles of the entire Red Robe Mage Organization since its inception.

What's more, you are a lich, an undead creature that is cold and ruthless in the eyes of the living.

And the other chiefs are all living people.

So you are different from them from the beginning.

If you want to achieve your goal thoroughly, you must have the determination to completely break down and rebuild this country, and then use undead creatures like yourself to establish absolute rule."

"You mean... let the dead rule the living?!"

Sazastan was obviously surprised.

Because this is too bold, it is easy to be targeted by gods and their churches who hate undead creatures.

But it is also very feasible.

After all, he has been the head of the necromancy department for so many years, and there are quite a lot of high-level undead creatures such as liches, vampires, and death knights under his command, which is enough to build a complete ruling framework.

Especially the liches that were once transformed from apprentices, their loyalty is often very high, and the life box is basically in his hands, so there is basically no possibility of betrayal.

Lagun noticed the fluctuation of Sazastan's emotions, slightly opened his jaw, which was only left with bones, and asked meaningfully: "Why not?

As far as I know, Soth controlled the core members of the Arcane Mystic Society through this method.

Have any liches betrayed him since the establishment of the Arcane Mystic Society?

The answer is none.

Of course, if you think it is too ostentatious, you can be a little more subtle.

For example, support some living puppets to stand in the front, and let the liches and other undead creatures control them remotely behind the scenes.

If anyone dares to disobey, let them step down or disappear from the world."

"It sounds good, I will seriously consider it.

But before that, I must first destroy this alliance formed by other chiefs.

Since they want war, I will give them war.

Anyway, I have long been tired of this endless political game."

After that, Sazastan turned around and gave orders to the undead spy hiding in the corner.

"Immediately notify the governors of the two provinces of Garlaus and Xuesel to begin assembling their armies. This time I will completely destroy the entire Chief Council and the forces under their command."

"Understood!"

The undead spy hiding in the dark corner nodded vigorously, then disappeared into the shadows and out of the sight of the two legendary liches.

As soon as he left, Lagun continued to offer advice: "The military forces of these two provinces alone are far from enough.

Galaos is located in the remote northeast. Although it is rich in mineral resources and has many fully armed elite soldiers due to the previous war with Slayman, it is too far away from the heart of Sel.

Galaos is also a forward base established to conquer Slayman. Not only is the land area small and barren, but it is also plagued by plague due to its border with the swamp, and it cannot even be self-sufficient.

Once a stalemate occurs, there is a high probability that the period will collapse due to insufficient logistical supplies."

"Humph! It doesn't matter! If living people don't work, then use dead people. You don't think I really didn't make any preparations, do you?"

As he said, Sazastan's face showed a creepy evil smile, and then he spread out a newly drawn Sel map.

However, unlike ordinary maps, this map does not mark cities, mountains and rivers. Instead, all the densely marked cemeteries are used to bury the dead.

Ragon instantly realized the other party's intention, raised his hands without any flesh and only bones and began to applaud.

"Great! With so many inexhaustible soldiers, even a protracted war of attrition will be enough to drag down the leaders of the parliament faction."

"No! This is far from enough! I need your help, dear friend."

Sazastan raised his head and looked at the leader of the entangled symbol, a powerful lich whose arcane spellcasting level was even higher than his own.

"No problem, it's my honor."

Ragon put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express to the other party the fact that he was in a subordinate position in this cooperation.

Sazastan was undoubtedly very satisfied with this, and responded with a smile: "Thank you very much.

I promise that you will become the second most powerful person in Sel after this war.

Now let's take advantage of the fact that Soth is busy challenging Asmodeus to seize the rule of Baator Hell and has no time to take care of other things, and solve these insects that will only hinder us in one go.

Only in this way can Sel and the Red Robe Mage Organization be reborn from the ashes and continue to maintain the posture of a powerful country on the continent of Faerun."

"Are the rumors about the hell plane true? Is Soth really going to challenge Asmodeus?"

Ragon deliberately pretended to be very shocked.

"Yes.

I have sent people to many levels to investigate, and also summoned some demons to inquire about the situation.

At present, including Gracia, Firna, Grand Duke Baalzebu, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman are all gathering their troops.

The lords of other levels have also taken countermeasures.

The entire Baator Hell can be said to be in a state of panic, and a tragic civil war may break out at any time.

In addition, I also learned that the Khorne Angel Zariel, who had been on the front line of the bloody battle, has also returned to the ninth level.

Obviously, the long-term success has made Soth's ambition begin to expand rapidly.

He is no longer satisfied with being a deputy, but wants to become the spokesperson of the plane's will.

I hope that this war will last for hundreds or thousands of years, and consume all his strength and energy."

When Sazastan said this, he did not hide his full malice in his heart, and his strong hatred for Zuo Si.

If he was not weak, he would want to join Asmodeus's camp, even if it was to disgust him.

"That puts me at ease.

As long as there is no intervention from Sos, the parliamentary faction will never be our opponent.

But you still have to be careful.

Because his non-interference does not mean that the West Coast Empire will not interfere.

Especially many members of the Arcane Mystic Society are our enemies.

If these guys unite, it will be quite a headache. "

After saying that, Lagon directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

When the vibration of the magic network completely stopped, another lich standing in the room cautiously opened his mouth and tried: "Teacher, do you think Lagon is trustworthy? I always feel that he is too humble and submissive, as if he is secretly planning some unknown conspiracy. "

"It doesn't matter. No matter what Lagon wants to do, as long as he is Soth's enemy and helps us clear the parliamentary faction, he can be used. "

Sazastan stood in front of a huge magic mirror, staring at the tragic siege scene reflected on it, and didn't know what he was thinking.