This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 699 - 599: Recognition of the Hell Law_2

Chapter 699: Chapter 599: Recognition of the Hell Law_2

Compared to those fearless demons, Melina was even crazier.

Behind Melina, her army raised their magic mirrors in unison and unleashed a torrent of spells that poured down on the devils like a meteor shower.

They were not worried about accidentally harming Melina, for under the protection of that blue luminescence, almost all magic would dissipate the moment it drew near. Only the areas outside the blue light were saturated with magical assaults.

Spellcasters were rare anywhere, and although it seemed like every devil had a rocket technique at hand, as if everyone knew how to cast, the firepower of this hell-born intrinsic magic was quite weak and had unbearably long incantation times, making it almost useless on the battlefield. Any demon could simply charge with their inherent magic resistance and negate the damage from such rocket techniques.

As for more advanced magic, that required talent and effort, and there weren’t many devils capable of that level of spell casting.

Melina’s forces were different, however, entirely armed with wealth.

This kind of krypton gold casting was a first for the devils. In other armies, among ten thousand soldiers, 9,900 would engage in melee combat with cold weapons, and only about a hundred were spellcasters.

On Melina’s side, as long as money was spent, every warrior among the ten thousand was also a mage.

This strategy was unprecedented; even demons couldn’t withstand it.

The relentless bombardment of magic prevented the demons from forming ranks. Protected by an anti-magic barrier, Melina charged forward and slaughtered without any pressure.

"How can this be so absurd?"

Mammon was shocked. Although the demons appearing on the battlefield weren’t powerful, the ease with which Melina mowed them down was abnormal. Other devils had to fight fiercely to earn some merit on the Blood War Battlefield, but Melina was racking up achievements as if she were cheating.

Zariel said, "Have you ever seen a Lord who could deploy thousands of qualified mages?"

Melina’s dominion seemed large, but it was made up of wanderers from the wilds, the weakest of devils, those just transformed or unable to survive in other territories.

Such devils were not even fit for the battlefield under normal circumstances, fortunate if they weren’t bullied on a daily basis, and nowhere near meeting the standards for the Blood River Battlefield.

Therefore, the number of capable soldiers Melina actually had was limited, and not many among her troops would be considered elite; most were inexperienced rookies. But being green didn’t matter; you just had to lock onto a target and use your account for krypton gold.

Fireball Technique, Chain Lightning, or Earthquake Skill, Fire Wall Skill, Acid Arrow, and more—these basic yet effective spells could be cast indiscriminately if one had enough money.

Thousands of recruits instantly became thousands of mages, casting at an incredibly fast pace, even skipping the chanting time.

Which minor Lord could afford to fight a war so lavishly?

Bullying some small demon squads was more than possible without any difficulty.

This was why Zariel mentioned that Melina’s achievements were significant. Others might lead ten thousand people too, but their achievements would hardly reach a tenth of Melina’s, with significant personal losses to boot.

Bayer had already begun studying the spell casting abilities of the Magic Mirror, preparing to change the conventional mode of combat to establish tactics around this tool.

If each Magic Mirror was considered a qualified mage, then the Blood River Fortress could assemble a mega-sized Magic Army, unprecedented in history. It wouldn’t just be about deploying a bit of Fireball Technique for minor skirmishes; legion magic usually involved super spells capable of destroying entire cities.

Imagine, if the number of casts of such super spells increased exponentially, what magnificent results could be achieved?

Bayer couldn’t sit still any longer and had ordered full-scale research into it, ready to deliver a heavy blow to these demons. Perhaps they could vastly reduce the extent of the Blood River and suppress the demons deeper underground.

Zariel warned, "Mammon, the Magic Mirror isn’t just your tool for making money. In the first layer of hell, this thing is a strategic material. Are you really prepared to oppose him over such a misunderstanding? Do you truly intend to go against his daughter?"

Mammon had never imagined that the Magic Mirror could have such an effect; all this time, he had only thought about using the Magic Mirror to make money.

"Is this the reason you are so wary of him, Zariel? This isn’t like you."

Mammon felt that Zariel wasn’t telling the truth; in his impression, Zariel was the type to draw his sword and attack at the slightest disagreement, reckless, impulsive, and brutal, with no regard for consequences. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have rashly barged into hell in the first place.

Regardless of the role of the Magic Mirror, Zariel would normally act according to his temper, paying no mind to the repercussions. This cautiousness, this hesitation, it didn’t match his character at all.

Zariel let out a mocking laugh, "Since when did you start to understand me, or do you just think you do? Mammon, I’ve sent you Melina’s location. If you want trouble, go find it, and stop bothering me."

A force pushed Mammon away, emanating from the first layer of hell’s Power of Laws.

Mammon was directly pushed out of the Official Residence; the door slammed shut with a bang, as if to signify Mammon was not welcome there again.

Mammon frowned, looking at the coordinates in his hand.

Intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong with Zariel, but even Mammon couldn’t pinpoint the issue.

After hesitating for a long time, Mammon eventually crushed the coordinates into a cluster of light particles and cursed as he went back.

With the recent mistake at the Hell Bank, there would surely be many troubles. This time, the Lich was lucky. Mammon himself was busy with business and didn’t have time to deal with him.

Sensing that Mammon had left the first layer of hell, Zariel, who had been lounging lazily in his chair, suddenly changed his expression.

Countless red lights flew out from his body, continuously gathering in the void, manifesting a heart’s silhouette.

This was the Manifestation of the first layer of hell’s laws, this heart-like pulsating object was the authority Zariel held.

But now, this power was continuously leaking, continually escaping from Zariel’s body to a new master.

The key to the first layer of hell was the Blood War Battlefield, whose very purpose was deemed more crucial than tormenting sinners—it was to block the demons’ invasion.

And now, the real influencer on the battlefield had appeared, unfortunately, under the control of Amberser.

Once this happened, the laws of hell would naturally lean towards Amberser.

If not for Zariel’s interference, the hell laws would have forcefully promoted Amberser to the Archduke of the Devils, elevating him to possess Class God Power.

Now, Zariel couldn’t leave his Official Residence and had to focus entirely on controlling the Hell Law, keeping this power forcibly within his body.

For now, he could barely hold on, but if Bayer truly used the Magic Mirror to achieve a significant turnaround on the Blood War Battlefield, then Zariel wouldn’t be able to stop it anymore.

Unless he personally went to the battlefield right now, blaze a trail of blood with his sword, and drive the demons underground.

By stealing the credit before the Magic Mirror could take effect, there would naturally be no problem.

However, Zariel did not do this. It’s not that he feared death; he had never been afraid of dying.

His face, originally cracked like porcelain, began to heal as power drained away; scars fading, not only marking past torture but also the brand of hell on his body.

Feeling the continual drain of hell’s laws inside him, watching the Heart of Hell become increasingly tangible in front of him, Zariel instead showed a smile.

"Nearly there, just a bit more, just a bit more. Don’t disappoint me; you can do better! You can be more decisive! Let the Blood War end, let the sinners of hell suffer more, let the whole of hell recognize your existence, thoroughly, completely, take away all my power without leaving a trace! Hurry, I’ve been waiting for this day for too long!"