This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 761 - 623: Enemies Unite

Chapter 761: Chapter 623: Enemies Unite

"Hell has become weak, it’s time to devour them."

"But they are fighting back!"

"Do Devils actually think they can compete in numbers with Demons? Who is the one with a muddled mind?!"

"Discussing things with you fools is the most boring affair."

"Forsaking their tactical advantage, trying to counter-attack The Abyss, it sounds like a conspiracy."

"The new Archduke of the Devils is an idiot, I’ll just eat his flesh and throw away his brain."

"I was thinking of settling our scores first, Dimogorgen, let’s duel!"

...

Countless chaotic consciousnesses traversed time and space, echoing in the minds of some Abyss Lords.

In a Plane known as the Saltwater Swamp, this terrifying baboon with two heads fretfully crushed several Demon skulls.

Although called a swamp, this world was in fact a vast ocean, but the seawater was filled with a foul stench of fishy odor, and countless Ocean Demons lived within.

Dimogorgen resided in a huge palace that stretched from the ocean floor to the sea surface.

Everything here came in pairs, especially the two towers resembling sea serpents that continued to rise and pierce through the sea surface, adorned with two enormous Skeletons. Usually, Dimogorgen would study vile arcane arts atop these towers or contemplate malevolent schemes.

At this moment, Dimogorgen was not atop the towers but lay in the deepest parts of the Deep Sea Palace, tearing apart the Demons beside him and devouring their flesh and blood to alleviate his inner irritability.

Apart from the two iconic baboon heads, Dimogorgen’s body was perpetually changing.

His arms had numerous barbed tentacles with suckers, but occasionally they would grow sharp claws, or both would coexist. His lower half was a fusion of Murloc and lizard, transforming and morphing in accordance with his moods – the shapes and colors of the Scales constantly changed, and even his tail sometimes split or merged into one.

This was the epitome of chaos and disorder, with even his form constantly changing.

Dimogorgen now lay in the deepest depths of this ocean, the recent communication aggravating him.

Of course, he was mostly irritable because he couldn’t tolerate the presence of order and goodness in the world.

Dimogorgen’s lifelong ambition was to spread chaos and evil to all worlds and drag all that was good and beautiful into The Abyss. Compared to other Demons, Dimogorgen’s malevolence was even more pure, rightfully earning him the title of Demon Prince.

Hell was the perfect stepping stone, a hub to every world.

The invasion of Hell had always been Dimogorgen’s greatest interest.

It was a pity that Demon Lords were a bunch of unreasonable wastrels, hardly able to maintain basic cooperation, often just having talked unity with one foot and then starting to slaughter each other with the next.

This trait caused Demons to squander their advantage in numbers.

The Blood River Front had seen no breakthrough for years, millions of Demons dying for naught, with even several of his own avatars killed without any change in the situation.

This time, with the changes in Hell, there was a prime opportunity.

Unfortunately, every attempt at unity ended up like before, devolving into a mess of arguments and Provocations.

Dimogorgen’s right head spat out a few bones and said to the left head, "Amur, why didn’t you accept that challenge? I can’t wait to tear his mouth apart!"

"Heislati, you idiot, is fighting all you know? If it weren’t for your absolute inability to control your emotions, we wouldn’t still be unable to find suitable believers."

Countless Planes had believers of Dimogorgen, but without exception, they were all eroded by chaos. The more devout they were, the more susceptible to becoming insane. All of Dimogorgen’s followers ended up consumed by this madness, quickly moving towards self-destruction.

This also caused many of Dimogorgen’s malevolent plans to have trouble progressing, the fault of the actual executors.

Dimogorgen had always sought believers who could worship The Abyss while retaining a certain level of sanity, but alas, suitable ones had eluded him for years.

Everyone knew Dimogorgen’s two heads possessed independent personalities and thoughts, but very few knew how much the heads detested each other.

The left head, called Amur, was more proficient in calculating and scheming. When Dimogorgen needed to devise complex plans or command armies, it was mainly Amur who took charge.

But every time Amur delivered speeches to the Demon Prince’s subordinates and servants, Dimogorgen’s other head would glare or sneer at Amur.

The right head, called Heislati, was more violent and impulsive compared to Amur. Although Heislati performed better in combat, his rage often led to the failure of their plans.

Who was the one who yelled for a duel?

Both Amur and Heislati could hardly remember. There was no reason for the hatred among Demons, perhaps it started simply because he forgot the other party’s name, which led to an unending vendetta.

Amur and Heislati began their eternal quarrel, and just as they were about to lose control and have their arms tear at each other, a group of Yixi Manta Rays appeared, followed by an ugly, massive monstrosity.

Yixi Manta Rays by nature had a ferocious appearance, a typical Demon’s look, but the creature following them was beyond ferocious – it was utterly disgusting.

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