This lich needs more money

Hell is not a good place, nor is it a place where you can come as you please.

Even for the powerful Xirik, entering hell requires some effort. It is impossible for the main body to enter, as most of the gods hide in their own kingdoms and will not run around easily.

Even if Xirik wants to take risks, hell will refuse his entry.

And Xirik has no friendship with the devils in hell, so it is difficult to find someone to open a backdoor.

Xirik can only create an incarnation and then kill it, and the weak soul with Xirik's consciousness falls into hell.

However, after all, it is the incarnation of a god. Although it is weak, it will not fall into hell and be swallowed by maggots and then pulled out to become a demon.

The moment this soul fell into hell, it began to absorb magic power, bonded to the soil full of toxins and metals, and turned into a monster like a soil puppet.

Although the combat power is not strong, this soil puppet itself has some of the power of the Prince of Lies, so it has no problem moving in hell.

The soil puppet quickly turned into the elf form commonly used by Xirik, and then began to carefully sense the surroundings.

"Ah, I'm so lucky. This is the first layer of hell."

Everything has been going well recently, which makes Xirik feel happy. After successfully dealing with the lich, he can also take charge of the complete priesthood again, and then write a hypnotic magic book that surpasses the "Xirui Book" to let Oghma have a taste of its power.

With this happy mood, Xirik rushed to Zariel's palace.

Xirik didn't need to travel as carefully as Melina, nor did he need to care about the demons on the road, because no one could see through the illusion shrouded him.

Xirik quietly passed hundreds of kilometers and came to the Blood River Battlefield, where he saw the long battle line with continuous smoke.

Xirik disdained it.

Io created everything, including Mount Heaven and Hell, and of course the Endless Abyss.

All the fighting is just a game controlled by the gods above the gods. Those seemingly glorious deaths are actually just meaningless clowns performing funny dramas for the audience.

The truth of the world is so hopeless, and the meaning of everything is just a lie. Only fools will have hope.

Xirik quickly crossed the Blood River Battlefield, ready to find Zariel directly and get the way to heal the soul from him. As for the price to be paid, Xirik hoped that the fallen angel would not be too greedy. He had just recovered a little bit of reason recently, and he really couldn't come up with many good things.

But when flying over the Blood River Battlefield, Xirik saw a strange area.

"What is this pile of silver? Slime?"

There was a small area on the Blood River Battlefield that seemed to be completely covered with mercury, with a group of dense silver bumps on it, which looked like slime.

The slime family is very large, with all kinds of forms, but living in mercury is really unheard of.

Although Xirik was a little curious, he just took a look and left directly. In order to fight against the abyss demons, Hell always makes all kinds of hybrid things. Although the mercury slime is a bit weird, it can't make Xirik much interested.

Just when Xirik flew through the air, the mercury spirit figurines that were ignored by him raised their heads and looked at the empty sky.

Soon, there was a hidden electric current spreading in the air. It was the radio wave communication method that the mercury spirit figurines had just developed.

"There is an abnormal magic fluctuation in the sky, which is moving away from our war zone. It is initially inferred that it is of a divine power level and can ignore the spatial barriers of the battlefield and move across regions."

"Continue to observe. If the same situation occurs again, activate the fog of war to cover the war zone. The broken space battlefield is fighting, and there must be no accidents here."

"Yes, sir."

...

The mercury spirit figurines on the lake began to wriggle one by one. They looked no different from before, but huge magic power spread from these mercury spirit figurines, forming a hidden magic circle.

If any abnormal situation occurs, this magic circle will produce a large amount of highly toxic mercury vapor, which can not only block the line of sight, but also isolate most of the perception effects.

In another space connected to the Mercury Lake, a large number of Mercury Spirits are gathering on the river bank. They are no longer the simple appearance they once were. They have transformed into various forms and are equipped with different types of magic equipment.

Wands, spears, shields, swords... all seem to be equipment with enchanted effects.

These are the results of the Mercury Spirits' efforts.

In the Alchemy Kingdom, the great evil silver gradient has been in a state of accelerated time, constantly absorbing the memories of the Mercury Spirits who are studying in the Kingdom, and then passing them on to the descendants in Hell in a shared way.

Then these Mercury Spirits will choose the knowledge they are good at according to their personal characteristics for in-depth understanding and research. Because it is a skill inheritance, the learning speed is extremely fast. In a short period of time, a large number of alchemists and magicians appeared in the Mercury Spirit Family, and some of them broke through their own shackles and became similar to shapeshifters.

This special individual shapeshifting ability has been greatly enhanced. Not only can it simulate the appearance, but also the internal structure of the body, and even master some of the abilities of the shapeshifting species.

Under the leadership of the hero Battelle, the Mercury Spirits settled down in the Mercury Galaxy and began to grow rapidly. Now their number has reached an exaggerated three-digit number, and their combat effectiveness has been increased several times.

Battle has already made the next battle plan, which is to lure those demons to come and hunt again. But this time it wasn't for intelligence, but for research.

By inheriting memories, the mercury zombies have figured out a new type of biological transformation technology from the hell devil's engine modification technology. In theory, the demon's body can be used as the basic material to strengthen and transform the mercury zombies.

No one knows who came up with this theory. They only know that it was just a simple idea at the beginning. As it spread among the ethnic groups again and again, mercury zombies continued to add technical details to it to deduce new content, and it soon became It has become a highly feasible solution.

But this theory remains on paper for now, and now it's time for real experiments.

With Battle's order, several mercury zombies who had received the gift of transformation turned into demons. There was no difference at all in appearance. They were responsible for acting as bait and luring a small number of demons to the mercury river.

Barter held up his scepter and added various buffs to these companions, making them look more like demons.

"All for the Bone God!"

All the individuals among the mercury zombies responded loudly, and they vowed to make sacrifices for the great god.

It's just that at this time, no one will notice the changes in this small area.

Cyric flew through this war zone, passing through most of the battlefield, and finally arrived in front of Zariel's official residence.

Standing in front of this palace that looked like it was made of bronze, Cyric directly lifted the illusion cover and walked into it like a god.

The door sensed Cyric's breath and opened automatically soon, but before Cyric could enter, Zariel's phantom appeared in front of the door.

Zariel's tall projection looked down at the earth puppet in front of him. The fallen angel frowned and asked, "Cyric? Why did you come to hell?"

Cyric also frowned. Zariel was so rude that he wouldn't even let him in?

His puppet is just a clone with little power. Is Zariel too cautious?

But he was here to ask for help, and Cyric couldn't argue with Zariel.

"I need to repair a fragile soul. I know the devil is the expert in this field, so I want to ask for advice."

Cyric briefly explained the situation of Harvey's soul. Zarrell didn't even listen carefully and said casually: "Go to Bayer. There is a machine for repairing souls in Blood River Fortress. What price should you pay?" I will tell you."

After saying this, Zarrell was about to turn around and leave.

Cyric once again felt something was wrong. Why did Zariel feel deceitful and impatient when he spoke?

The Prince of Lies not only lies flawlessly himself, he can also sense when others lie to him.

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, Cyric felt more and more something was wrong.

Zarrell's behavior was very abnormal and inconsistent with the devil's greedy character. How could he pass the opportunity to make a fortune to Bayer? Bayer and him were not close comrades but mortal enemies.

Thinking of this, Cyric tentatively said: "Wait a minute, Zariel, isn't Bayer one of your subordinates? I'm here to trade with you, and you asked me to find your subordinates? Do you look down on me too much? Am I not worthy of you inviting me in for a glass of lava drink?”

Zariel said disdainfully: "Cyric, why should I buy you a drink? Do you really think that your status as the Prince of Lies qualifies you for preferential treatment in hell?"

What a joke, Zariel is ready to return to Heaven Mountain. Who doesn't know that the Lord of the Dawn and the God of Justice in Heaven Mountain are both Cyric's mortal enemies. How could he be drinking with Cyric at this critical moment? If it weren't for him to see the problem, Zarrell would have wanted to slap the clone to death.

But Zarrell really doesn't dare to take action now. The peeling off of the laws of hell has reached a critical moment. He has no fighting power now and can only maintain a disguise. Once he takes action, his secret will be exposed.

However, Zariel's answer made Cyric feel even more wrong. The Prince of Lies was now sure that Zariel was hiding something, but Cyric did not say anything.

Everything must be prioritized. The purpose of going to hell this time is to obtain a way to heal the soul. Achieve this goal first.

So Cyric didn't continue to quarrel with Zariel, and just left silently, flying towards the Blood River Fortress. Seeing Cyric walking like this, Zariel breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door.

Cyric soon arrived at the Blood River Fortress, and with his identity, he was quickly received by Archduke Beyer.

Unlike Zariel, Bayer didn't have any discrimination against Cyric, but he was quite polite to Cyric. However, when he heard that Cyric came to ask for help, he showed the most common smile of the devil. That was to see Cyric. Smile happily when the fat sheep is delivered to your door.

Bayer Lion opened his mouth, borrowing the machine to repair souls, two million complete souls. Any intelligent race will do, as long as the soul strength reaches the standard.

Of course, Cyric couldn't agree. He had been a madman for so many years. How could he still have so many believers to sacrifice? Let alone two million, it would be difficult to come up with 20,000.

Now that the gods are all staring at him, it is impossible for Cyric to carry out large-scale massacres and sacrifices in other planes, and it is absolutely impossible to take out two million souls.

Moreover, Bayer didn't want to sell the machine to him, he was just borrowing it. A large amount of soul coins would be used to repair it, and Cyric would have to pay for it himself. The price was simply unreasonable.

Even though Cyric is very good at deceiving people, Bayer really doesn't give in.

This is very devilish. Anyway, it's not you who is anxious. The price is so high. I would rather not do this business than lower the price. I will take whatever I can get.

Cyric was helpless. He was really poor and couldn't afford an equivalent price now. He couldn't share his divine power with Bayer.

At the end of the conversation, Cyric had no choice but to suddenly change the subject and asked: "Bayer, I have some information here that may be worth far more than two million souls."

Bayer raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Would you like to hear it?"

Cyric laughed. The devil really thought that the name of the prince he lied to was false. Once the information was spoken, it would be worthless.

"Bayer, don't use such boring means to take advantage. Your time and mine are both precious. Since I can say that it is information worth two million souls, it will not be an ordinary thing. Sign the contract, and As evidenced by the laws of hell, if this information is not worth two million souls to you, I will make up for the missing amount. If it is more than that, you will make up for it with the soul coins used to repair the soul."

Originally, Bayer didn't take it seriously. What information could Cyric come up with to make him tempted? This guy is not hanging around in hell.

But Cyric said this, which made Bayer a little curious.

Where did he get the confidence that such valuable information could affect the situation on the Blood River battlefield?

After hesitating for a long time, Bayer was still affected by the ability of the Prince of Lies and couldn't help but want to know this so-called important information.

Anyway, with the laws of hell as a guarantee, the Prince of Lies cannot deceive a devil from hell in a contract.

The two signed the contract in the most formal way, and then Cyric asked Bair, "Have you seen Zariel recently?"

Bayer didn't understand why Cyric asked this question suddenly, and said doubtfully: "Why do you ask this?"

Cyric said in a playful tone: "I just went out to look for Zariel, and I always felt that something was wrong with him. How long has it been since you saw Zariel? Didn't you find anything wrong with him? I think he He seems very weak.”

Bayer originally wanted to refute how Zariel's power of law in charge of the first level of hell could be weak. Unless the first level of hell is ruled by demons, the entire first level of hell is Zariel's kingdom.

However, Cyric said seriously: "Don't worry, you will know after you try it out. If I guess wrong, then I lose, and I will pay you enough souls. But if I guess right, Okay, is this information worth two million souls to you?"

Bayer said in a deep voice: "If what you say is true, not only will I not charge any fees, but I will guarantee to help you repair your soul. Moreover, I will also give you half of the wealth of the Blood River Fortress as a hiring fee.

"If Zariel really becomes weak, Cyric, you join forces with me and we will kill Zariel together!"