This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 590 - 525: Bravery Is Enough, Strategy is Not Important_2

Chapter 590: Chapter 525: Bravery Is Enough, Strategy is Not Important_2

Cambion was coiled up by Monica’s tail and dragged in front of her.

Even as Cambion tried hard to keep his eyes shut, that faint scent and hypnotic voice still made his will gradually sink.

A few seconds later, Cambion was gasping for breath, his mouth drooling a string of blood-stained saliva.

"I’ll tell you everything I know. I was a Cambion roaming the Blood Wilderness. I was summoned by the Divine Artifact of Duke Zariel, driven by its master..."

Cambion spilled everything he knew, not even concealing the fact that he had smashed a few noses of his kin to stay alive.

Monica found it amusing, this little Cambion had a bit of cunning. Daring to be an envoy, he had some nerve... It’s just a pity he was far too weak.

Hell is like this, you can’t make a name for yourself just by being brave and cunning. Among the sinful souls in hell, which isn’t brave and cunning?

Without real ability, one can’t even commit evil acts properly, not to mention their sins are insufficient to send them to hell.

There are too many "talents" like Cambion in hell, and his luck was obviously not very good.

The most meaningful intelligence Monica got from Cambion was the name Melina.

Melina, the Undead Girl, as well as a very elegant and powerful Undead Queen.

"The Nine Layers of Hell! What an exciting gift. That artist’s daughter has actually come before me! How much reward would I get if I presented her to Duke Zariel?"

If it were the artist himself who had come, Monica would open her doors and kneel at his feet, only hoping to become his woman, because she knew that following this artist would bring countless benefits.

But it was just his daughter and he himself had fallen into Zariel’s hands, so there was nothing to discuss, just capture her and sell her off.

Although braving hell for her father was commendable, like Cambion, in hell, bravery and cunning aren’t what matters.

Monica looked at the group of Cambions with a charming smile, then ordered, "Go back, tell your masters I agree to lend the Teleportation Circle, for just a thousand Soul Currency."

Surrounded by attendants, Melina entered that magnificent fortress, meeting the Hell Lord who radiated an aura of charm.

Monica’s arrangement was simple and direct, just to get Melina to lower her guard and meet with her, and then everything would be over.

A Succubus never needs to battle head-on. As long as they can control the opponent’s will, they can easily gain everything.

Monica was a very rare hybrid of Elf and Succubus, which far from dampening her charm, perfectly melded the two, enhancing Monica’s charm effects on all living beings.

It is precisely for this reason that Monica, not very adept at combat, could still become a lord of her domain.

Therefore, Monica had always been strengthening and training her charm abilities, her natural talent and hard work together achieving more than just the sum of their parts.

So, Monica was very confident that as soon as she met Melina, she would effortlessly capture her.

However, she was mistaken in one regard; she didn’t quite understand what a top-tier rich second generation was.

Her entire impoverished lord’s fortress was worth a total of a hundred thousand Soul Currency, and that was but one of Melina’s inherited fortunes.

The moment Melina entered the fortress and met Monica, more than three layers of magical protection were activated on her.

The first layer was the magic resistance inherent in the magical armor prepared for her by Withered Rose. There was nothing much to say about this; after dragons no longer lacked materials, the grade of magic equipment improved overall, and Melina was using the highest quality, which directly negated most of Monica’s charm effects.

The second layer was the blessing "Free Will" given to Melina by Aige before she set off. Aige’s power was nearing that of a deity, and freedom was the deity position she pursued. Thus, this blessing of Free Will was exceptionally strong, almost like the Elf Tribe’s immunity to all mind control effects. However, Aige could only bless Melina alone and it was time-constrained, whereas Corellon could bestow such effects on the entire Elf Tribe permanently; the disparity in their strength was still too great.

As for the third layer, it wasn’t all that significant, it was simply Melina’s divine artifact sensing Monica’s "provocation" and beginning an automatic retaliation.

This longsword was bestowed by Zariel, imbued with the authority of the first layer of hell’s master.

Zariel favored the refining fire of blood and battle, the fierce heat of combat, not these prancing seductive maneuvers. Using charm against Melina was an affront to Zariel’s majesty.

Monica had no way of knowing all this. She had just made a sultry glance at Melina when, the next second, her eyes burst open with a pop.

The intense pain made Monica scream in madness, no longer able to maintain her elegance.

There was nothing more to say; amidst Monica’s roaring, the devils of the fortress launched their attack on Melina.

Melina was utterly baffled.

Hadn’t they agreed to let her use the Teleportation Circle?

But it didn’t matter anymore, fighting was what Melina did best.

The Whispering Tree burst from the ground, the Flaming Longsword was unsheathed, and Melina entered her mowing-down mode.

None of the devils, big or small, were any match for her.

It wasn’t their fault they were weak; with the Whispering Tree’s embrace, all magic was sealed, and how could they resist Zariel’s Divine Artifact with just their flesh and blood?

Unable to cast fireballs or curses, to teleport or slip into the shadows, how were the devils supposed to fight, with claws and teeth?

Occasionally, a fully armored melee devil would charge at Melina desperately, only to experience the despair that once befell the Laine People.

Melina’s way of attacking was inconceivable; her finely honed swordsmanship was rendered meaningless, as the devils would be torn apart by Melina just as they got close.

This was the result of half a month’s rigorous training.

What Gareth meant by saying that Melina could run a lap in Hell without a problem was that she could steamroll over anyone as long as she didn’t encounter foes at the Deity level.

The Whispering Tree was too horrifying, capable of imprisoning all magic powers. Spellcasters without magic powers were useless, and even a Legendary Warrior, with all Magical Equipment disabled, couldn’t possibly stand against Melina wielding a Divine Artifact.

When Monica’s regenerative abilities finally healed her eyes, she saw the towering cobalt tree that shrouded half the fortress, and on the ground, innumerable corpses, all her subordinates.

"Impossible! How long has it been?"

Monica’s heart bled. What was up with this madwoman? Wasn’t she the Deceiver’s daughter? Even if she’d seen through Monica’s scheme, she should have been overwhelmed by the sheer numbers, this was her fortress after all.

Where were the Magic Traps? The Defense Magic Arrays? And all those Lust Mages should have been able to render her immobile with their Control Spells!

Watching Melina wildly slaughtering with her longsword, the Succubus Lord couldn’t help but recall her own childhood.

Weak succubi had almost no ability to protect themselves in Hell and could only rely on more powerful devils.

Monica had served many devils, but in the end, she drained them dry of their souls and magic power; she thought she had no regard for such crude, savage methods.

Yet now, she remembered the rules of Hell again; when your fists were big enough, you could even default on the accounts of the Lord of Hell.

Melina was such a power, mercilessly harvesting the lives of devils and turning their corpses into undead. In no time, the number of Undead Troops outnumbered the devils.

Monica wanted to flee, but under the embrace of the Whispering Tree, all spells and scrolls were ineffective.

Monica tried to run but saw a cambion with scars on his face appear before her, the very Cambion she had previously charmed.

"Damn lackey!"

Monica recognized him but didn’t have time to waste with Cambion; with a flick of her tail, she tried to knock him away.

This time, however, Cambion clung tenaciously to Monica’s tail, roaring, "You can’t escape! You will be the redemption gift I present to my master!"

Cambion knew what had happened the moment the charm effect wore off; he had betrayed all his master’s information.

What would happen when his tempestuous master became free? Wouldn’t he be doomed?

Now, his only chance was to redeem himself by making sure this succubus did not escape.

Monica angrily swung the Cambion around, but no matter how many bones broke, Cambion still clung tightly to her tail.

When the enraged Succubus Lord was about to tear Cambion apart, the Flaming Longsword finally reached her.