This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 764 - 624: The Power to Make a Deity Bleed

Chapter 764: Chapter 624: The Power to Make a Deity Bleed

The mighty army was arrayed before the Blood River Fortress.

Bayer frowned as he looked at the "army" before him, unable to resist doubting his own military expertise.

Bayer found that he couldn’t make sense of these oddly shaped forces; it was difficult to determine their specific uses just by their appearances.

Scouts always need to be sufficiently flexible, sufficiently hidden, and fast; assault troops always need to be numerous and strong-bodied; functional troops may look bizarre, but you can usually guess their purposes at a glance.

Yet these undead... Bayer felt that he couldn’t understand them.

At a glance, apart from those flying skeleton battleships that presumably combined scouting and air-to-ground attack capabilities, he really couldn’t comprehend the other bizarre entities.

That giant zombie with numerous legs, moving slowly, without any weapons, just a huge box on its back.

Such a body size is just a live target, even if that box is full of alchemy-produced explosive potions, who could it blow up with such slow speed? Instead, it would likely be preemptively ignited by a focus of demon fire, blowing up its own ranks.

There were many similar cumbersome troops, all strangely shaped, hard to decipher where their weapons were.

Only the heavily armored Death Knights made sense to Bayer.

Bayer then looked at the young commander; this young man must have fallen into Hell not long ago, seemingly a helper that the Duke Deceiver brought from the Mortal Realm.

Honestly, Bayer had little respect for these so-called military geniuses of the mortals.

The reason is simple, because the intensity and duration of wars at the Blood River Battlefield are incomparable to the wars on other planes.

The Githyanki of the Star Realm could be considered a militarized nation with all its citizens as soldiers, constantly invading other planes.

Yet the Githyanki’s casualty figures over ten years wouldn’t even match a single day’s fatalities on the Blood River Battlefield.

Commanding a war is an extremely taxing task, with every moment’s battle reports comprising vast amounts of information that require immediate cogitation and precise decision-making.

Bayer knew many mortal commanders resorted to drugs to artificially sustain alertness, then went several days without sleep to cope.

But not sleeping for a few days is just an ordinary occurrence in the blood battle.

That’s why only a Deity could serve as the Blood Battle Commander, as any lesser body would likely be ready for burial within half a month.

Even with the full support of the Nine Layers of Hell, Bayer focused solely on defense, never truly considering a counterattack as necessary.

The Abyss is so vast, and the demons so numerous, where would you even counterattack to?

Thus, Bayer really wanted to tell Amberser to just keep this one million-strong army at the Blood River Battlefield as expendables to endure for a while; once the demons returned to normal, the trial would pass, and the Deceiver could comfortably remain the Archduke of the Devils with restored support from the other dukes.

However, Bayer didn’t really have the standing to make such a statement since these undead didn’t belong to Him.

Unlike his personally trained personal guard, these undead were entirely conjured by this duke himself, whatever the method, sparing no expense.

Since this was the duke’s private fund, Bayer could only choose to stay his hand.

Without expressing an opinion, ultimately these undead would perish on demonic land, whether they enraged the demon lords or managed any significant victories, Bayer thought, didn’t make much difference.

Bayer also wanted to escape this unending torment, but the Abyss is eternal, the demons undying; a momentary victory means nothing, for the demons will eventually rise again.

Bayer sighed as he arrived at the grand library, intending to discuss further defensive plans with Amberser, only to encounter an unexpected guest.

Inside the library, Amberser was enthusiastically serving tea to a noble-looking lady with flamboyant makeup.

This lady exuded an uncomfortable aura, a natural draconic majesty belonging to the Giant Dragon race, and it was Evil Dragon Goddess Tiamat that made Bayer feel pressured.

Bayer wondered, Tiamat had been away from Hell for a long time, with no news of Her lately; why would She appear here, especially at this critical time?

Amberser, noticing Bayer’s arrival, casually asked, "Is everything arranged for the campaign?"

Bayer dared not inquire further, only responding, "The first batch of troops has already assembled, but the commander you appointed does not plan to personally go."

Amberser nodded, "That’s my arrangement; Ange Watson is insignificant, what use is there in him going? Staying at the Blood River Fortress he can still command remotely through the Magic Mirror and avoid the trouble of guarding against assassins."

Even when he was a Paladin, Ange Watson didn’t reach the Legendary Realm, and his descent into Hell hadn’t changed Ange Watson much; his individual combat abilities hardly merit mention. Besides, Ange Watson had already tried commanding battles remotely using the Magic Mirror, and as long as there was no delay in the mirror, it was effectively no different from him being on the front lines.

In contrast, it was Parurier, that lunatic, who would truly go to the front line, being a Deity-grade high-end combat force, able to switch from a strategist to a charging general in crucial moments.

Hearing Amberser say this, Bayer had no objections, only discussing with Amberser his plans for reinforcing the Blood River Front, and after gaining Amberser’s approval, he voluntarily departed.

Bayer felt Tiamat’s gaze occasionally linger on him, and facing the Evil Dragon Goddess, Bayer felt utterly uneasy.