This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 751 - 619: Join Me in Hell_2

Chapter 751: Chapter 619: Join Me in Hell_2

The so-called Priest is one wholly devoted to serving a Deity.

The greater the devotion, the stronger the response one receives.

Bartle, as the first Priest of the Mercury Avatar, almost had all the attention from the Evil Silver Gradient.

Hence, although his own Power had not reached the Legendary Realm, he could use a very powerful Divine Art exclusive to priests—Divine Intervention.

With a mortal’s body, borrowing the power of a Deity.

Back then, Supreme Decree James Watson used Divine Intervention to draw the gaze of the Lord of the Dawn, such that even the Headless Knight Gareth had to temporarily avoid confrontation.

It was with this Divine Art that Bartle summoned the projection of the Evil Silver Gradient.

The Evil Silver Gradient has grown to a terrifying extent, and although its Divine Power is not very strong and is extremely lopsided, it really put all its points on resistance, whether it’s Magic Resistance or physical resistance, this entity has reached an abnormal level of strength.

According to the God of Alchemy’s estimates, even if the Evil Silver Gradient lay still and let the Lord of the Dawn make a move, it would probably take him swinging his hammer until his arm was sore before he could kill the Evil Silver Gradient.

When the giant Evil Silver Gradient appeared on the battlefield, it simply rolled around and crushed a large number of Demons.

Thousands of magic spells fell upon this projection, yet not even a ripple was stirred, as they went directly into the void.

The Demons’ sharp teeth and claws were useless, magic was useless, and in the end, it was one of the lords among the demon hordes who acted to disperse the projection of the Evil Silver Gradient.

With this buffer time, Bartle successfully brought all his people and spoils back to Hell.

But after this battle, the Divine Power of the Evil Silver Gradient was severely depleted.

Already not a very powerful Deity, by resorting to this tricky method of projecting its image, the Evil Silver Gradient had overextended, and now it’s lying in the Divine Realm of the God of Alchemy to recover, much like one recuperating from a major illness, and it’s estimated to take several decades to heal.

Amberser listened and felt something was off, asking, "Your spatial portal couldn’t have allowed an individual at the level of a Deity to pass through... Ah, I see now, it’s my fault."

Amberser had just taken over the first layer of Hell, causing the entire Hell Law to change, with the relaxation of the spatial portal’s restrictions being just one outcome.

No wonder the Demons quickly noticed something was wrong; such changes must be multidimensional. Observant individuals could notice them. Amberser hadn’t had time to closely examine these changes yet, and feared there might be even more significant loopholes waiting for him.

But now was not the time to consider these details; assembling a demon army also took time. If worst came to worst, he could send Bayer to be cannon fodder first, while Amberser slowly figured things out.

For now, Mala was of the utmost importance.

What exactly was going on with this guy?

As if guessing Amberser’s thoughts, Bayer, knowing he was about to be sent to the trenches, hastily put himself forward, "My lord, I speculate that Mala was likely gravely injured by Corellon, which is why he would flee and lie low; it was just bad luck that he ran into your followers when he could no longer hold on."

"Corellon? Do you have any evidence?" Amberser asked.

Bayer said, "I have seen Corellon slay Demons before, and these wounds are very similar to what I’ve observed."

When a Deity kills, it’s not just with swordsmanship, but also with a combination of their own Divine Power and other complex elements—a seemingly ordinary sword strike could, to a mortal, contain hundreds of different Divine Art effects.

Therefore, each Deity’s moves carry their own unique features. If Bayer had truly seen Corellon draw his sword, it wouldn’t be surprising that he could recognize it.

Amberser took another look at the wound, a precise sword thrust through the chest, even piercing the heart, with no other wounds.

It was either the attacker’s extreme confidence in slaying Mala with a single blow or casual indifference, dismissively dealing with Mala with a mere swing of the sword.

Either scenario seemed fitting for the identity of Corellon.

The Elven God-King’s strength was horrifyingly powerful; it was normal that Mala, a Weak God, couldn’t last a single move against Him.

Amberser stroked his chin, thinking, then said, "It seems that Mala just happened to get involved while Corellon was dealing with Rose."

Previously, when the Elven Gods waged divine war, they completely resolved the issue of Rose and Her allies, and it seemed Mala was just casually disposed of among them. But Mala had strong Life Force, somehow clinging to life after a devastating sword thrust.

"Since he’s not dead, why not hide and recover in his own domain? Hiss, don’t tell me the Elf Tribe even tore down his domain, right?"

Amberser thought of many legends about elves, these proud deities probably had the audacity to tear apart The Abyss itself, otherwise, how could they live up to the term "God Wars."

In Amberser’s imagination, Corellon led his elf followers directly into The Abyss, seized Rose to give her a thorough thrashing, and then tidied up the territories of a few of her allies, cleaving every demon there in two, even crushing and thoroughly shaking up an entire layer of The Abyss.

Mala, dragging his severely wounded body, fled, fearful of being discovered by other demon lords, only able to disguise his identity and blend into the troops marching into Hell.

Unfortunately, his luck ran out, and Bartle reaped the benefits.

Or perhaps Mala had already exposed his identity, pursued by other demon lords, he simply pretended to be picked up by Bartle. In reality, this cunning demon intended for Bartle to help him block the pursuers.

Originally wanting to use the Mercury Avatar as cannon fodder to buy time, he did not anticipate Bartle to be so fierce, summoning a deity’s projection to repel the demons giving chase.

At this thought, Amberser cast another glance at the seemingly unconscious Mala. Was this fellow playing dead?

"Heh, play dead, will you!"

Amberser’s body swiftly enlarged, transforming into a giant figure. He grabbed the demon lord’s neck with one hand, while his other hand shot toward Mala’s head.

The moment Amberser’s hand nearly touched Mala’s head, the unconscious red-faced baboon opened his eyes and let out a roaring shout at Amberser.

It was as if the most vicious voices in the world gathered there, causing Amberser to feel a ringing in his ears, as countless curses poured from the demon’s mouth, landing on him.

Each curse was potent enough to instantly turn a mortal to bones and pus, but to Amberser, they were just an unpleasant stench.

Even at Mala’s zenith, he would not have had the power to curse a Grand Duke of Hell.

The Hell Law protected Amberser, rendering him immune to these vile attacks, but he could not be spared from the demon’s halitosis, which made Amberser frown in disgust.

Amberser tightened his grip, directly seizing Mala’s head, and with a forceful squeeze, a sound of breaking bones issued.

Bartle had tried everything but was incapable of inflicting any damage on Mala’s body, yet Amberser effortlessly crushed the head, sturdier than steel.

Putrid blood and brain matter burst forth, and Mala’s soul was also plucked out by Amberser.

Holding the dimly glowing soul, Amberser said somewhat surprised, "So-called deity... just this?"

There was a time when Amberser, still a mortal, had to pay the utmost respect to any deity, as even a weak god could easily take his life.

But now, an Abyss Lord with weak divine power had no chance to resist in Amberser’s presence.

The skull shattered, brain matter exploded, and even the soul was removed by Amberser.

Amberser incredulously looked at his palm, feeling emotional inside, this was the power of gods.

Unfortunately, this power did not truly belong to him; it was just lent temporarily by the Hell Law.

Amberser did not indulge in this power, instead he methodically sifted through Mala’s soul to extract memories, and as he had suspected, Mala’s territories had been destroyed by the elves, just a homeless Abyss Lord, nothing to do with the impending demon invasion.

Amberser casually sealed the shattered demon soul, to deal with this spoil of war at his leisure later.

Looking down at the pierced, smashed skull of the corpse, Amberser smiled faintly.

Perfect, he was in dire need of high-grade materials to create undead, and this Abyss Lord’s body would come in handy.

However, he alone was not sufficient; while Amberser was skilled at weaving souls, he was not adept at creating undead bodies.

Now, he needed a real expert in creating undead.

Amberser waved his hand, summoning the Magic Mirror; soon, the image of Withered Rose appeared on its surface.

Withered Rose opened her bleary eyes as if she hadn’t fully awoken, and asked languidly, "What’s up? Since you’re not looking for me in dreams, it must be something important, right?"

Amberser smiled at the Undead Queen and said, "Indeed, something very important. Rose, would you like to accompany me into Hell?"