This lich needs more money.

Chapter 550 Zariel's Sense of Crisis

A remarkable scene took place on the Blood River battlefield.

Zariel, wielding a flaming sword, fought against Demogorgon's clone.

The sword blade and the tentacles collided with each other, and the shock wave it created was enough to kill all living things within a radius of ten kilometers.

Bayer cursed him as a madman and quickly returned to the Blood River Fortress to issue new orders, rearranging the troop distribution on the Blood River battlefield to cooperate with Zariel.

The first thing is to avoid this terrible area, so that the devil's forces will not be affected by these two lunatics.

The demons did not have so many concerns. They were attracted by Demogorgon and came again like a tide, providing power to Demogorgon and serving as cannon fodder to consume Zariel's magic power.

Every swing of Zariel's sword could turn thousands of demons into ashes, but Demogorgon would also swing his tentacles and claws to leave a few scratches on her armor.

Even if Zariel cut off Demogorgon's hands and feet, they would grow back completely in less than half a second. The only cost would be some flesh and blood. On this battlefield, the corpses of demons and devils were inexhaustible.

Zariel showed no expression as he wielded the sword precisely, cutting Demogorgon's clones in half again and again, not caring at all about the various scars that began to appear on his body.

The two-headed baboon not only emits shrill roars, but also spews deadly venom and casts vicious curses.

Any mortal who touched it would instantly turn into pus. The armor on Zariel's body began to become rusty, and his already shattered face was covered with several black spots.

The demon is sacrificing his flesh and soul to provide energy for Demogorgon's clone.

The battlefield has become a simple battle of attrition. It depends on whether Zariel's magic power will be exhausted first or these demons will die first.

But apparently, the demons are endless.

The bloody battle has been going on for countless years, perhaps since the birth of Hell and the Abyss, but until now no one knows how many demons there are.

Zariel's sword swinging speed began to slow down. Demogorgon seized this opportunity, stretched out his tentacles to tightly bind Zariel's hands, and a baboon head bit Zariel's neck and injected venom crazily, not caring that Zariel's blood was hotter than magma.

The other baboon head chanted the demonic language of the abyss, constantly shaking Zariel's soul and making it impossible for him to concentrate his strength.

But just when Demogorgon seemed to have the upper hand, Zariel sneered and said loudly: "Bail, what are you waiting for! Do you really want to taste my torture?!"

On the walls of the Blood River Fortress, countless flames spewed out, turning into countless lines of fire that streaked across the night sky.

The weapons of Hell finally came into play. Powerful shells landed accurately on the battlefield near Zariel, "cutting off" the demon wave as if they had been measured.

Wherever these shells hit, all demons turned to ashes, causing a brief break in the endless demon army.

Immediately afterwards, countless demon armies descended from the sky and began to cast various magic spells to isolate the terrain.

The legions worked seamlessly together to build thick walls on the battlefield, isolating the demons' attacks for a short period of time.

Thousands of demons were isolated, and for a moment, the number of demons around Demogorgon dropped sharply.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zariel spread out his flaming wings behind him, covering the sky and the earth.

Countless soul coins burned out at this moment and all turned into Zariel's power.

Wherever the flaming wings went, even the space was burned and distorted. The fallen angel folded the wings and wrapped up Demogorgon's clone.

It looks like a holy angel is comforting the sinful soul, but in fact it is the most violent and cruel torture in the world.

The extreme hellfire burned Demogorgon's body, causing the two-headed baboon to roar in pain and resentment, but this time there were not many demons that could provide him with strength.

Zariel did not give Demogorgon any chance and completely unleashed his strongest power. The flames burned the body of the two-headed baboon and completely purified the area.

When the flames died down, Zariel held up the two pale skulls in his hands and roared.

"Demogorgon, next time, I will chop off your real head!"

The baboon skull was crushed in Zariel's hands, turning into billions of rays of light, flying towards the demons fighting bravely on the front line.

Whether it was the powerful Anzu Demon or the weak Lesser Demon, their bodies began to swell after being exposed to the light. The blessing from Zariel doubled their strength and completely suppressed the demons. Zariel smiled and clapped his hands, and returned to the Blood River Fortress in a flash.

When Bayer saw the Duke of Hell again, the scars on Zariel's body were recovering rapidly with the help of the power of Hell, and the entire first level of Hell was excited about Zariel's victory.

Zariel said to Bayer calmly, "You don't have to worry about Demogorgon coming back for at least ten years."

Bayer knew that Zariel was not lying. Even though it was just a clone, it still condensed a very powerful force. Each clone of Demogorgon was created with great effort, and it was not a simple consumable.

But Bayer still didn't understand what Zariel was doing?
If we only use the pure consumption of energy to weigh it, the energy Zariel just spent is not much less than Demogorgon. It's just a fight and he won't gain much advantage. What's the point?
The devil is not a crazy and brainless demon. Bayer cannot understand Zariel's meaningless adventure.

Only Zariel knew that after He killed Demogorgon's hidden clone, the restless core of Hell calmed down again.

The laws of hell once again recognized Zariel's actions because he killed the invading powerful enemy.

Zariel could not tell Bayer this reason. How could he let this traitor know that the core of the first layer of hell was touched by a mortal and there were signs of a change of ownership?

This was a warning, the core of Hell reminding Zariel.

I have been too perfunctory at work recently. If I continue to do this, someone else will have to take over as the master of the first level of hell.

Zariel was well aware of this, so he had to step into the battlefield again. Compared to those intrigues and means of making money, he was better at fighting.

But even if he regained control of the core of Hell, Zariel still had to consider one problem. If he allowed that guy to continue causing trouble, it was hard to say whether he could make money, and his position as the Duke of Hell would be unstable.

Zariel thought for a moment, then said to Bayer, "Are you targeting the lich's daughter?"

Bayer was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What are you talking about? What about the daughter of a lich?"

Seeing that Bayer didn't seem to be lying, Zariel asked, "Didn't you hear about what happened recently?"

"Every minute and every second on the Blood River battlefield is consuming all my energy. I don't have time to ask about anything else. Zariel, what do you want to say? If you suddenly want to seek revenge on me, you might as well do it quickly. You have completely disrupted my layout today. I have to spend more time to rearrange the battlefield!"

Bayer was also very unhappy. What a stupid thing. He was forced to cooperate just because Zariel went crazy. There were obviously more effective means to kill those demons. Now all resources had to be recalculated.

Zariel smiled and said, "You are indeed tired. I can see that you are becoming more and more exhausted."

Bayer said angrily: "I blocked every attack of the devil. Don't try to accuse me casually. I haven't made any mistakes in these years!"

"Indeed, there isn't one yet, but there will be one soon. As the master of the first layer of hell, I can't just watch the Blood River fall!"

Bayer looked at Zariel in confusion. He didn't mind Zariel depriving him of his command, as it might allow him to regain his freedom. But what did Zariel mean by this? Did he think he could manage the Blood River Fortress?
In terms of combat power, Zariel is stronger than Bayer, but in terms of command ability, Bayer is truly the best in Hell, otherwise he would not have been specifically appointed by the Lord of Hell to become the chief general in the bloody battle.

If Zariel were allowed to guard the Blood River Fortress, it would be conquered by demons in a few years. Then Zariel would have to endure the wrath of the Lord of Hell, which would be more terrible than any torture.

Because of this, Bayer couldn't understand why Zariel was crazy today?

Zariel smiled mysteriously and said to Bayer, "Don't worry, I'm not here to settle accounts with you, nor to punish you. On the contrary, I see that you have been defending the Blood River Fortress for many years, and you must be a little tired, so I plan to find you a helper. I wonder if you are familiar with the name of the Deceiver?"

"The Deceiver? The one who deceived... uh, the famous lich?"

Bayer almost told Zariel about his dark history. No matter how fierce the war was, Bayer didn't really have no free time. He had heard of this famous lich. But he had only heard of it. He really didn't have time to actively inquire about the information of this lich. He just occasionally heard a few words about it from others.

Zariel didn't seem to mind at all. He said to Bayer, "Yes, it's this extremely cunning lich. I want him to help you guard the Blood River Fortress. What do you think?"

Bail looked at Zariel and saw that He was not joking.

What does this madman want to do? To plant a spy? Or is he plotting something?
Bayer couldn't understand, but He didn't refuse.

No matter what Zariel thought, the Bloody Battlefield was the most important place in the entire hell, and Bayer didn't believe that Zariel dared to joke about it.

Bayer had also heard of the name of the fraudster. It was definitely a good thing to have such a smart person to help him. At least it could relieve him of some pressure.

"Then let him come to me, and I will arrange a position for him that suits his status."

(End of this chapter)