This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 619 - 549 Zariel’s Sense of Crisis

Chapter 619: Chapter 549 Zariel’s Sense of Crisis

A striking scene unfolded on the Blood River Battlefield.

Wielding the Flame Longsword, Zariel engaged in combat with a clone of Dimogorgen.

As the sword’s edge clashed with tentacles, the resultant impact waves were enough to kill all living beings within dozens of kilometers.

Bayer cursed the madmen under his breath and quickly returned to Blood River Fortress to issue new orders, rearranging the troops on the battlefield to support Zariel.

The first priority was to avoid this deadly area, lest the Devil’s forces be caught up in the chaos caused by those two lunatics.

The Demons, however, were less cautious, drawn by Dimogorgen, they surged forward like a tide once more, providing power to Dimogorgen while also serving as cannon fodder to exhaust Zariel’s Magic Power.

With every swing of Zariel’s sword, hundreds of Demons turned to ash, but Dimogorgen’s tentacles and claws left several gashes in her armor as well.

Even when Zariel’s slashed off the limbs of Dimogorgen, they regenerated in less than a second, the only cost being the consumption of some Corpse flesh, which was inexhaustible on this battlefield strewn with Demons and Devil corpses.

Zariel swung the longsword with mechanical precision, slicing through Dimogorgen’s clone over and over, completely ignoring the various wounds that began to appear on her own body.

The Two-headed Baboon not only issued ear-piercing roars but also spewed deadly venom and cast malevolent curses.

Merely touching it would turn a mortal into pus in an instant, and Zariel’s armor began to rust and flake, with even more black spots appearing on her already shattered face.

The Demons were ceaselessly offering their flesh and souls, providing energy for Dimogorgen’s clone.

The battle had devolved into a simple war of attrition, a matter of whether Zariel’s Magic Power would be depleted first or the Demons would be exterminated.

But clearly, the Demons were endless.

The Blood War had raged for innumerable years, perhaps ever since the birth of Hell and The Abyss, as no one knew how vast the Demon horde truly was.

Zariel’s swordplay slowed, and seizing the opportunity, Dimogorgen extended its tentacles to firmly bind Zariel’s arms, while one baboon head bit crazily into her neck, injecting venom regardless of the fact that Zariel’s blood was hotter than magma.

The other baboon head chanted the demonic language of The Abyss, continuously assaulting Zariel’s Soul and preventing her from focusing her power.

But just when Dimogorgen seemed to have gained the upper hand, Zariel sneered and shouted loudly, "Bayer, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to experience my torture?!"

On the walls of Blood River Fortress, countless flames spewed forth, streaking across the night sky as innumerable lines of fire.

At last, the armaments of Hell came to bear, and the powerful artillery landed accurately on the battlefield near Zariel, seemingly measured with precision to "slice" through the wave of Demons.

In every place touched by the artillery, all Demons turned to ash, creating a temporary gap in the endless legion of Demons.

Subsequently, numerous armies of Devils descended from the sky, deploying various isolation spells over the terrain.

Cohorts worked seamlessly together, swiftly erecting thick walls on the battlefield, effectively cutting off the Demon onslaught for a short time.

Thousands of Devils were excluded outside, and in an instant, the number of Demons beside Dimogorgen sharply decreased.

Taking advantage of this, Zariel unfurled her fiery wings that overshadowed the sky.

In that moment, countless Soul Currencies burned to nothing, all converted into Zariel’s power.

Wherever the flames from her wings reached, even the space itself was twisted and shattered, and the Fallen Angel enveloped Dimogorgen’s clone within them.

It appeared as though a holy Angel was comforting a sinful Soul, but in reality, it was the most wildly brutal and cruel torture.

The intense Hellfire burned Dimogorgen’s flesh, making the Two-headed Baboon scream in pain and bitterness, but this time there were far fewer Demons to provide it with power.

Zariel spared Dimogorgen no chance, unleashing her strongest power, the flames incinerating the Two-headed Baboon’s body and purifying the area.

When the flames dissipated, Zariel held aloft two pale skulls in her hand and let out a roar.

"Dimogorgen, next time, I will chop off your real head!"

The baboon skulls in Zariel’s hands were crushed to dust, becoming a billion beams of light that flew towards the frontline Devils fighting valiantly.

Both the mighty Ancestor Demon and the weak inferior demons swelled in size after absorbing the light, a blessing directly from Zariel that doubled their strength and completely overwhelmed the Demons.

Zariel, with a laugh, clapped her hands and in a flash, was back within Blood River Fortress.

By the time Bayer met the Grand Duke of Hell again, the wounds on Zariel’s body were quickly healing under the enhancement of the hellish power, and the entire first layer of hell was excited about Zariel’s battle achievements.

Zariel calmly said to Bayer, "We don’t have to worry about Dimogorgen coming back for at least ten years."

Bayer knew that Zariel wasn’t lying. Even though it was only an avatar, it still encapsulated substantial power. Each avatar of Dimogorgen was created with great effort and was not just a mere expendable.

But Bayer still didn’t understand what Zariel was doing.

If it was merely a contest of force, the power Zariel had just expended wouldn’t be much less than that of Dimogorgen. Just fighting a battle didn’t seem to grant much advantage. What was the point?

Devils aren’t mindlessly crazy demons. Bayer couldn’t comprehend Zariel’s seemingly pointless risk-taking.

Only Zariel knew that, after It had slain the hidden avatar of Dimogorgen, the restless core of hell had once again calmed down.

The Hell Law had once again recognized Zariel’s actions as legitimate, precisely because It had slain an invading foe.

This was a reason Zariel could never reveal to Bayer: how could It allow a traitor to know that the core of the first layer of hell had been disturbed by a mortal, even showing signs of a change in leadership.

It was a warning, the core of hell was reminding Zariel.

Lately, work had been too negligent; if things continued to fall apart like this, the lord of the First Layer of Hell would soon be someone else.

Zariel was well aware of this, so It had to step onto the battlefield once more. Compared to all the manipulations and money-grabbing tactics, It was far more skilled at battle.

But even after regaining control over the core of hell, Zariel still had to ponder one issue; if that guy continued to cause trouble, it wasn’t only a matter of whether It could make money, but whether It could even maintain the position of Grand Duke of Hell.

After a moment of thought, Zariel said to Bayer, "Are you eyeing the daughter of that Lich?"

Bayer was taken aback, responding with confusion, "What are you talking about? What daughter of a Lich?"

Seeing that Bayer didn’t appear to be lying, Zariel pressed further, "Haven’t you heard about the recent events?"

"Every second in the Blood River Battlefield consumes all my energy; I simply don’t have time to deal with other matters. Zariel, what exactly are you trying to say? If you suddenly remembered to seek revenge on me, I’d rather you get it over with quickly. You’ve completely disrupted my plans today, and now I’ll have to spend even more time rearranging the battlefield!"

Bayer was also displeased. What kind of mess was this? Forced to cooperate with Zariel’s crazed endeavors when there were clearly more effective means to harm those demons. Now all resources had to be recalculated.

Zariel, however, smiled and said, "You are indeed tired. I can see it. You’re becoming increasingly ineffective."

Bayer angrily retorted, "I’ve repelled every attack of the demons. Don’t think about assigning me false charges; I haven’t made a single mistake in all these years!"

"Indeed, you haven’t, but you will soon. As the lord of the first layer of hell, I cannot just watch as Blood River falls."

Bayer looked at Zariel skeptically. He wouldn’t mind if Zariel stripped away his command - that might even grant him a chance at freedom. But what did Zariel’s words mean? Did It think It could manage the Blood River Fortress better?

In terms of combat strength, Zariel was indeed stronger than Bayer. But in command ability, Bayer was the true first of hell; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been personally appointed by the Lord of Hell and become the chief marshal of the Blood War.

If Zariel were to guard the Blood River Fortress, the devils would breach it within a few years, and then Zariel would face the wrath of the Lord of Hell, which would be more terrifying than any torture.

Precisely because of this, Bayer couldn’t fathom what madness had possessed Zariel today.

Zariel gave a mysterious smile and said to Bayer, "Don’t worry. I’m not here to settle accounts with you, nor to punish you. On the contrary, seeing as you have steadfastly guarded the Blood River Fortress for many years, you must be somewhat tired. Therefore, I’m thinking of giving you an assistant. Do you recall the name, ’Deceiver’?"

"The Deceiver? The one who deceived — ah, the one who is quite famous as a Lich?"

Bayer nearly blurted out Zariel’s dark past. Despite the intensity of the battles, Bayer wasn’t completely out of touch – he had indeed heard of this notorious Lich. But he had only heard of him; he genuinely hadn’t sought out information about this Lich, only occasionally overhearing snippets from others.

Zariel, seemingly unconcerned, said to Bayer, "Correct, the extremely cunning Lich. I’m going to have him help you defend the Blood River Fortress. What do you think?"

Bayer looked at Zariel and saw that It was not joking.

What madness was this lunatic plotting? To plant a spy? Or was there some secret scheme?

Bayer didn’t understand, but he didn’t refuse either.

No matter what Zariel intended, the Blood War Battlefield was the most critical place in all of hell, and Bayer didn’t believe Zariel would dare to treat it lightly.

Having heard of the Deceiver’s renown, partnering with such a clever being would definitely be beneficial; it would at least alleviate some of his pressure.

"Then let him come to me. I’ll arrange a position that suits his stature."