This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 748 - 618: The First Test of Taking Office_2

Chapter 748: Chapter 618: The First Test of Taking Office_2

Amberser nodded in satisfaction, "This is more in line with my scholarly aesthetics."

There is nothing more charming than knowledge, even for a Deity.

Having restored the palace, Amberser looked down at his own body.

This body, formed by the Hell Law, was too colossal, measuring dozens of meters in height; with every few steps, there was a worry of accidentally crushing passersby.

However, this body wasn’t easy to control because, strictly speaking, Amberser’s essence was still that of a mortal. He hadn’t ascended to Deity with the help of the Hell Law, as he hadn’t fully merged with it.

Currently, Amberser was still the Spirit of the Magic Mirror, with his real essence residing in the Divine Realm of the God of Alchemy; Hell had no solution for this.

Thus, it was actually this body that was controlling the entirety of the Hell Law, not Amberser himself.

Amberser was like a crane operator; the crane was powerful and could be controlled at will by Amberser, but trying to use this crane to open a bottle cap was difficult and required a long time to practice.

Thus, it took Amberser quite some time to adjust his body to a normal size before he could step out of this newly built palace.

But before he could even begin to feel the grandeur of an Archduke of the Devils, a cold, indifferent phantom appeared before him; this Devil, who seemed even more scholarly than Amberser, was none other than Salvador, the Clerk of the Second Layer of Hell.

Seeing his projection, Amberser smiled and said, "You see, I told you I could handle it. Zariel isn’t causing trouble, and the first layer of hell is now stable. I owe you one for your help."

Salvador shook his head, "I’m not helping you. The Steel Duke dislikes leaving his abode. If possible, He doesn’t wish to personally lead troops to attack the first layer of hell. Moreover, you’ve only completed half the task. Zariel has settled down, but what about Blood River?"

Amberser calmly responded, "Don’t worry, it’s all included in my calculations."

Salvador coldly stated, "You’d better actually have a plan. The primary responsibility of the first layer of hell is to suppress the invasion of Demons. If you fail in this duty, the pressure falls on us in the Second Layer of Hell. At that time, the Steel Duke won’t care whether you’re a recent addition, He will crush you along with everything else."

Amberser didn’t argue; he knew Salvador wasn’t exaggerating.

The Steel Duke of the second layer and the Lord of Hell were Devils from the same era. One could say the Steel Duke was among the oldest Devils, existing since the birth of Hell. Beside Him, Mammon, the so-called richest in hell, seemed merely a nouveau riche. The Steel Duke was the true ancient nobility, the first generation master.

With the Lord of Hell in deep slumber and the Steel Duke rarely leaving His residence, it seemed as though the older generation weren’t keen on managing affairs. However, should a real crisis arise, these old Devils would show the young ones what the older generation was truly capable of.

Knowing that there might be trouble from the direction of Zariel, Amberser had immediately sought Salvador. It was crucial to keep the Steel Duke stable, or else all would be in vain.

Now, it seemed that the old friend’s goodwill was indeed powerful; the Clerk truly helped to keep the Steel Duke at bay.

And now, it was time for Amberser to fulfill his promises.

The changes in the first layer of hell would soon draw the attention of the Demons. No matter how much they knew, they would recklessly launch an attack.

A million-strong army might seem like a final battle for others, but for Demons, it was merely a probing attempt.

They wanted to test the strength of Hell. If Hell truly crumbled, they would charge forth at full strength, break through the Blood River Front, and use Hell as a stepping stone to invade the Heavenly Plane.

Amberser needed to prove himself to all the Grand Dukes of the Nine Layers of Hell; he must stabilize the Blood River Front to rightfully occupy his position.

Regardless of whether the Lord of Hell had awakened, Amberser needed to fight a brilliant battle. Otherwise, all efforts would be in vain.

"So, what’s your plan? Those Demons have keen noses. They must already be aware of such clear changes. The first attack will arrive soon."

Amberser laughed and said, "My plan is quite simple; isn’t Bayer the Commander of the Blood River Front? Just let Him do His job."

Salvador looked at Amberser, knowing this old rival wasn’t telling the whole truth, but as a Clerk, he didn’t plan to expose him.

He had already done his duty; the rest was up to this fellow’s performance.

After all, no matter the situation, this guy always had an ace up his sleeve.

"May your Hellfire burn eternally. But remember, if any organized Demons break through the Blood River Front, Dis’s army will enter your domain and crush you along with them."

With those words, Salvador vanished like smoke.

Amberser also dropped his smile and teleported to the highest point of Blood River Fortress.

Amberser hovered in the sky, overlooking the entire battlefield.

He wasn’t skilled in leading troops, but he could tell that there were problems all over the Blood River Battlefield.

Large areas were experiencing massive magic cluster attacks. It seemed like the Demons were being severely suppressed, but normally, such means wouldn’t be employed.

Demons were inexhaustible; Blood River Battlefield was about endurance, constantly wearing down the opponent. Dragging out the time and holding positions were more important than specific numbers of casualties.

Thus, massive lethal tactics were generally kept as a last resort.

And now, the last resort was being revealed one after another.