This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 753 - 620: Revive, My Love_2

Chapter 753: Chapter 620: Revive, My Love_2

The Scythe Demon now only wanted to use its own claws to commit suicide.

Her Royal Highness the Princess of Hell, could they really produce her body?

That was the most noble of Hell’s royal family, purest of the Bart ancestral nobility. The entire Hell had sung her name on the day she was born. It was no longer a question of whether it could be done—if they truly could create such a body, who would dare to tamper with it?

Did they think the Hell Lord would sleep through everything while they desecrated the princess of Hell, thinking the torture guide wasn’t thick enough and wanting to use themselves as test subjects to write a few hundred more volumes?

But they wouldn’t dare say this; after all, the new Grand Duke in front of them was notoriously ruthless. He wasn’t even officially in power yet, and the number of devils he had killed was already in the thousands, and that was just counting the famous devil lords, not mentioning those lower down.

The Duke Deceiver’s notorious reputation had already spread widely in Hell. Now that he had become the new Archduke of the Devils, underlings like the Scythe Demon truly didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.

Amberser saw them each keeping their mouths shut and impatiently said, "You can’t do it? Then what use are you? Just send yourselves back to be remade!"

This also scared them half to death, truly fearing that the new Grand Duke wanted to kill a devil to establish his authority.

The Scythe Demon hurriedly said, "My lord, please calm your anger, it’s not that we cannot do it, but the materials... The Desire Demon Queen is a Deity by birth, her blood flows with the Hell Law, and we, mortals, cannot possibly manufacture it through artificial means."

Amberser disdainfully said, "Who said deities cannot be created through artificial means? When I was still a mortal, I saw deities being created through alchemy, and I even created one myself, although it was just a Weak God. You’re just incompetent, stop making excuses."

The Scythe Demon wanted to retort—even if you are the Archduke of the Devils, you can’t tell such blatant lies, creating deities through alchemy? Is that some fantasy novelist’s nonsense? If you have such capabilities, why not create one yourself instead of squeezing these imps?

But the next second, Amberser threw the body of Mala in front of them and casually said, "The god I created killed the Abyss Lord."

At first, no one believed this, just considering it as one of Duke Deceiver’s bluffs. But when they felt the aura emanating from Mala’s body, finally, a devil with five tentacles hesitated and said, "This is... the Beast Lord... Mala?"

Amberser sneered and said, "Finally, someone knows their stuff. You, the one with tentacles, what’s your name?"

This octopus-headed devil quickly wriggled in front of Amberser and humbly said, "My lord, others call me ’Sucker,’ but as for my original name, I have been transformed so many times and my soul is damaged, I can no longer remember anything."

"Sucker? What a lousy name."

Amberser beckoned, grabbing the octopus-headed tentacle monster, and then transformed a finger into an apparition that directly pierced into his soul.

"Just a minor issue..."

Amberser casually stirred his finger around, and the octopus head began screaming in agony.

All the devils buried their heads deeper, fearing they might become the next victims. This Duke Deceiver was too terrifying, more brutal and unreasonable than Bizarrel.

However, the octopus head soon stopped screaming and excitedly said, "I... I remember now! Morgan, my name is Morgan, that’s my name... Ahh!"

His screams turned into cries, but this wasn’t torture, rather the joy of recalling his name.

In just a short moment, his chaotic memory had been neatly combed clear, recalling everything from the moment he fell into Hell to the present.

No one could understand Morgan the Octopus Head’s feelings; after all, experiences in Hell were mostly not pleasant, and many devils felt it was better to forget.

But it seemed like a good thing for him?

Was the Duke Deceiver not punishing him, but instead healing his soul damage?

Amberser, however, did not have much time to play power games with them. He slapped the octopus head Morgan, silencing him, then said, "Morgan, I remember your name now. Starting today, you are the chief transformer of the first layer of hell, Avernus. Manage this bunch of waste for me. My request is simple, using the best of your techniques, with this Devil Lord’s corpse, cultivate for me the most perfect devil body."

Morgan, trembling with excitement, said, "I will do it, I will not let you down, my lord."

But Amberser’s next words startled Morgan.

"Three days, you have only three days."

All the devils were shocked—it was simply impossible. Just researching the plan would take months!

But Amberser did not care and casually drew out a thread from each of these deformed devils’ souls, then carelessly bound them together.

The next second, all the devils were lying on the ground, wailing, the pain of their souls being drawn even more terrifying than physical torture.

Moreover, as their souls were connected, everyone’s thoughts began to transfer without barriers, the pain overlapping many times over, magnifying its effects.

If they hadn’t undergone multiple transformations before, their souls would have likely shattered from the pain.

"In scientific research, the biggest delays aren’t the experiments, but the communication. Language and text take a lot of time, so we connect your souls together, your thoughts all communicated mutually. In a second, you can deliver all your thoughts and plans accurately to someone else, directly saving a waste of seventy percent of unnecessary time."