This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 451 - 423 This is a major battle

Chapter 451: Chapter 423 This is a major battle

Talos watched as Amberser systematically handled various pieces of intelligence, an act that excited Him so much that His hands were nearly rubbing out hundreds of spherical lightning bolts.

Although Talos couldn’t suppress His own wrath and fury, He was no fool and was very aware that Amberser was an intelligent man.

This lich not only possessed great wisdom, He also had the power to stir chaos in the world.

Such a person, Talos wanted to grasp in His hands, wanted to make this lich His subordinate, to have him fiercely strike at the followers of other deities.

"What a pity that He is a lich!"

Talos had once bestowed His divine power upon a lich, but all He got in return was betrayal.

Vishalon had fled, and to this day, Talos still couldn’t find the whereabouts of this God of the Liches.

The very identity of a lich was too repugnant for Talos.

If it weren’t for this, Talos would really have liked to send down His divine thoughts to chat with this lich, to see how many benefits it would take to make him work for Himself.

However, while Talos was hesitating, Amberser had already completed the transmission of intelligence.

Next, He just had to wait for those big shots to help Him solve his military problems.

Ms. Aige had been watching on the side as Amberser busied himself with her affairs until Amberser was done, and only then did she gratefully say, "Thank you. I don’t know what to say to express my gratitude. It’s just a shame that I don’t have much to offer you in return."

The reputation of the Silent Night Pirate Group was indeed widespread, but they really didn’t have anything valuable to offer.

Wealth was something that the Fury Tide Kingdom subsidized them with, but the loot they usually seized wasn’t gold coins; it was various kinds of stuff that they couldn’t use and would just throw into the sea to rot.

Ms. Aige was now somewhat regretting why she hadn’t saved more money. Right now would have been the perfect time to offer it as a favor. It’s not like she could now gift Amberser a couple of ghost ships.

That was indeed true, even if she gave Amberser ghost ships, He wouldn’t be able to use them.

Ambroisious had slowly elevated His self-positioning from businessman to capitalist, and ghost ships, except for their consumption, weren’t of much use for His business. If Ms. Aige didn’t give them, with just one word from Amberser, she would help out. If she accepted the ghost ships, she would have to do many things herself and wouldn’t get free labor, which would be a pure loss.

Facing Ms. Aige’s apology, Amberser generously said, "We’re all companions of the Elegy Poetry Society; this isn’t much. However, this time, we need to change our previous pirate methods. Ms. Aige, have you ever had any experience in ruling a certain area?"

Aige pondered for a moment and hesitantly said, "Are you talking about my Silent Night Sea?"

The Silent Night Sea was a name for a stretch of the ocean, where Ms. Aige often appeared. Since the pirate gang operated mainly at night, and the navigation of ghost ships was silent, the area gradually came to be known as the Silent Night Sea.

But regrettably, this answer did not satisfy Amberser.

"Ms. Aige, living in a place doesn’t mean you rule it. We are about to seize the Volcanic Ocean Region; this will be an entire kingdom’s territory. Just the sea surface alone spans several hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, let alone the undersea three-dimensional space. With such a vast ocean region, how will you manage it?

"Our goal is to gather enough followers to provide you with the power of faith. The domain may be new, but what about the population? Surely you can’t expect these undead to provide you with their faith?"

Perhaps because the undead inherently lack sensations, either having no emotions or being consumed by deep resentment, they find it extremely hard to offer the power of faith in both quality and quantity, making them the least valuable of followers.

Take a look at when Amberser and the Withered Rose, these liches, ever believed in Vishalon. Hence, deities of the undead have always been aggrieved.

If you want Ms. Aige to become a deity, that requires a multitude of followers, and importantly, living followers.

Aige understood the problem and quickly asked, "Then what should I do? You must have a way, right?"

Ambroisious sighed. Why did the people around Him always refrain from using their brains, leaving Him to solve everything in the end?

This couldn’t go on; even with a powerful soul, it wasn’t enough to handle such turmoil. He had to hire more intelligent people as assistants.

Although annoyed internally, Ambroisious still patiently said to Aige, "Most of the races in the sea have their own beliefs, so either you capture enough of them to let them reproduce anew and win over their next generation’s faith, which is a gentle approach and should not incite the ire of other deities. But this method has a downside—it requires many years to nurture slowly, and if you want to become a deity, you need many years of patient cultivation."

Ms. Aige listened and laughed, saying, "There must be a faster way then, right?"

With a sense of helplessness, Amberser said, "Of course there is, the simplest and best target would be the Kuotuo Murlocs. As long as you don’t mind their chaotic faith twisting your original form, then the Kuotuo Murlocs are the best choice."

Any ordinary Kuotuo Murloc could provide a massive amount of Power of Faith, but this race’s thoughts are utterly chaotic. Once a large amount of Kuotuo Murloc faith is borrowed, Ms. Aige’s original form is very likely to become distorted.

Whether to become a deity first or turn into a strange ship mixed with lobster and octopus, that’s up for debate.

Ms. Aige asked, "So the cautious method takes longer, and the shortcut has side effects, is that what you mean?"

"Exactly. And besides, massively plundering Kuotuo Murlocs, while taming them isn’t difficult, I fear the Koutao Mermaid Goddess might have objections. You know, she holds the deity position for mental illness, she is capable of anything."

What Amberser feared the most was this. Deities are not incapable of killing mortals; they’re just afraid to do so.

The examples of Rose and Shael are out there. Normal deities would have their concerns, but the Koutao Mermaid Goddess isn’t normal. If this lunatic disregards Aeo’s rules and decides to kill Ms. Aige herself, punishment from Aeo afterward would be pointless.

You can’t reason with a madwoman, nor can you use normal logic to deduce a madwoman’s actions.

This was also Amberser’s greatest concern. Issues with other races were not significant; the biggest danger came from the group of simple, silly, stupid, and cute Kuotuo Murlocs and their mentally ill goddess.

Ms. Aige did not immediately respond but said calmly, "No rush, let’s wait until the Volcanic Ocean Region becomes our territory. By the way, why are you asking those elves on land to help you with your planning?"

Amberser had shared the maritime intelligence with his friends on land, something that Ms. Aige found most incomprehensible.

Warfare in the sea is entirely different from that on land; planar war and three-dimensional war are not the same thing. Ms. Aige was confident she could defeat any so-called "famed general" on land in the sea, even if she didn’t take action herself and only controlled her pirates.

Yet, Amberser handed over the strategic intelligence to those land dwellers, and Ms. Aige felt he was being too cautious.

However, Amberser shook his head and said, "I’m not asking them for tactics. Those who walk on land with their legs can’t imagine what underwater warfare looks like. I’m sharing the intelligence with them for two reasons. The first is to let them know that I’ve opened up overseas and even deep-sea markets, informing them that I will possess this ocean region adjoining the continent. The clever ones will understand the significance of this ocean region, making it much easier to negotiate business with them later on.

"The second, I’m consulting them not on specific tactics, but on strategy concerning the entire kingdom’s territory. They may not know how to command a specific battle, but those veterans with years of campaigning can certainly draft a suitable strategy for us. Where to start, where to begin operations, where to set up defenses, and so on. Based on their advice, we will then make adjustments according to the current situation in the sea.

"Ms. Aige, this will be a super war involving all races of the entire ocean, with over a million participants, not just a few hundred people raiding at sea. It’s not a small skirmish that can be won easily just because you are invincible in the ocean."

Bewildered, Ms. Aige asked, "I don’t understand. If nobody can beat me, then why would I lose?"

Amberser, smiling, said, "I’ve heard a story about a general who was invincible in frontal combat. He led fifty thousand to victory over four hundred thousand, thirty thousand to victory over five hundred thousand, and later a hundred thousand to victory over seven hundred thousand, still making the enemy fear to face him directly. But in the end, he died."

"When he committed suicide, he probably didn’t even know how he had lost."

Ms. Aige, surprised, asked, "How is that possible? How could he have lost?"

"Exactly, I don’t understand either, so I know I’m an absolute layman in military matters. My entire life has been filled with minor skirmishes; I’ve never really participated in a large war involving tens of thousands. Therefore, we should leave things to the experts.

"The outcome of one or two battles may not determine the entire kingdom’s campaign; we no longer have the help of Yizhuoluo, so we only have one chance. We can’t afford to lose, nor can we afford any negligence."

As the ruler of the Silent Night Sea, she truly hadn’t encountered any opponent capable of contending with her openly, and she naturally held some contempt for other races. However, hearing Amberser speak so solemnly, Ms. Aige realized she was wrong and should commit fully, leaving no chance for the enemy.

Seeing Ms. Aige’s change in attitude, Amberser finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ms. Aige was the center of the entire plan, and it was critical for her not to encounter any problems, otherwise, all the efforts would be in vain. Now she was finally taking things seriously.

But this wasn’t a time to relax. Amberser activated the communication function of the Magic Mirror again. This time, the mirror’s surface displayed a dark-skinned, stern-faced old man.

Seeing the man, Amberser quickly laughed and said, "Old friend, can you speed up the production of the parts I’ve ordered? I need them urgently."

The man glared at Amberser before saying, "You only placed the order three days ago; even I, the God of Alchemy, can’t complete all the parts in such a short time."

"Look who’s talking. You underestimate the God of Alchemy. Alright, I’ll give you three more days. If worse comes to worst, I’ll come to your factory and help you turn the screws."