This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 589 - 525: Bravery is Enough, Strategy is Not Important

Chapter 589: Chapter 525: Bravery is Enough, Strategy is Not Important

No wall in the world is impervious to the wind, not even the Wall of the Faithless.

The name and deeds of Amberser had long spread across all realms.

Although the first layer of hell was Duke Zariel’s dominion, countless sinners descended into hell daily, bringing information from various planes with them.

It was one thing for a solitary reference to the Lich to arise, but when a multitude of sinners from different planes quickly start mentioning the same name, it would spread like wildfire throughout hell.

The nemesis of Goddesses, the world-saving Lich, the wealthiest mortal... such titles in succession could take quite a while to recite. However, among these titles, the most revered by the devils of hell was "Deceiver".

Deceiver Diga Ultraman, who could manipulate even the Grand Dukes of Hell with a flick of his wrist, there was no feat more shocking than this.

To devils, deception was a vital skill; to hoodwink Zariel and Goddess Tiamat meant elevating that skill to the realm of art, becoming an artist.

No one wasn’t eager for this artist’s descent into hell. For this deceitful artist, hell was his only destination.

Monica was among those who coveted his arrival, this Succubus Lord even fantasized that the artist would land squarely within her territory.

For her, even if it meant making enemies of the two Dukes, she would protect the Deceiver, whose soul was a rare treasure, far more precious than millions of Soul Currencies.

Monica fiddled with the Soul Currency in her hand, muttering to herself, "I heard he is dead, probably already in Duke Zariel’s possession. Now someone has broken into hell with a message for Duke Zariel and can present such a high-level Soul Currency, could there be a connection?"

With this question in mind, Monica received the slight Cambion with great ceremony.

No chains, no whips, and no sealing of powers, they were allowed to enter the fortress unharmed.

The Cambion himself was surprised; Soul Currencies were precious indeed, but to receive such preferential treatment for just one such coin, how destitute could this lord be?

Monica sat on her throne crafted from the obsidian, flicking her tail at the Cambion as if to invite him forward.

The Cambion, almost two meters tall and muscular, felt incredibly puny in front of Monica.

Because Monica was nearly three meters tall, even sitting, she was a full head taller than the Cambion.

Powerful devils often had massive bodies, and Succubi were no exception.

Her gigantic body did not lessen her allure, but made her seductive traits all the more evident.

The Cambion cast a glance at Monica and immediately lowered his head, not daring to take a second look.

But not every Cambion was so quick to react; two of his kindred gazed at Monica just half a second longer, their consciousness became blurry, seeing this Succubus Lord as the love of their lives, willing to offer their souls to her.

This was the power of a Succubus, where, without an especially strong will, one look was enough to ensnare.

Monica paid no mind to the quick reactions of Cambion, pulling the two who were bewitched in front of her, whispering seductively in their ears, "Little ones, tell me everything about your master."

Just as the Cambion was about to speak, he felt the barbed tail press against his throat.

Monica warned, "Little one, I am showing you leniency for your master’s sake, but don’t make me angry. Otherwise, you’ll become a Hellhound’s dinner immediately."

An enormous pressure weighed upon the Cambion, not an illusion, but the soul-crushing might of an Upper Devil.

In this world of the survival of the fittest where hierarchies were rigidly enforced, the weak truly had no power to resist the strong.

In the past, the Cambion would have already knelt and kissed Monica’s toes, but this time he clenched his teeth against the soul pressure and continued, "Respected lord, I do not intend to profane your authority, but these fools know nothing. Even if you ground their souls to dust, you wouldn’t extract the necessary information. Moreover, you’d end up making an enemy of my master, a losing transaction for you, my Lord."

In hell, a losing transaction is considered a very serious curse.

Tell a devil he’s base and shameless, and he’ll modestly reply, "Oh, there are worse than me." Tell him he makes losing deals on contracts, and most devils would fly into a rage ready for a duel.

The Cambion threw this word out, prompting the spike at his throat to inch closer, leaving a shallow scratch on his skin.

But eventually, Monica retracted her tail.

"So, it turns out you are the real Envoy. Speak, you know what I want to hear."

The Cambion breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was conversation, he’d manage. Still prostrate and not daring to look up, he said, "Lord, you already know my master’s intention. We are willing to provide ample compensation to borrow the Teleportation Circle, what do you say to that?"

"Hehe," Monica’s tail cracked forcefully across the Cambion’s face, sending him flying several meters.

As the blood-covered Cambion struggled to rise, he felt Monica’s long leg press on his back, rendering him immobile.

"I said, you know what I want to hear. Little one, you dare challenge my patience? Now you have one more chance, tell me everything about your master, or..."