Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 53: Legend of the Black Tomb - Hell's Miser
Mr. Modor's magnificent and majestic legendary domain was reflected in Cohen's pupils.

He exuded an unquestionable determination - he would go this far and be stronger than the other party!
Above the sky, Modo's "Fire of Inheritance" field was pressing towards the five gold-level killers.

The five people instantly felt a surge of burning fire from the depths of their hearts, as if it was going to burn them completely from the inside out.

The five of them shouted at the same time, and suddenly a strong and dazzling golden light burst out from their bodies, like a solid armor, covering their entire body!

The tomb guards led by each of them also instantly rotated into a strange battle formation.

Relying on the battle formation, everyone's aura gathered together to form a surging torrent, resonating with the golden aura in front of them, and together blocking the powerful legendary domain.

Golden body, united battle formation!
It was just the pressure of the domain's momentum that forced the five people out of their golden bodies before they could even use a trace of the power of rules. The five tomb guards had no choice but to use their trump card, the joint battle formation.

The legendary strongman is so terrifying!
However, it was only a slight obstruction after all. Mr. Modo's eyes turned cold, and the torch hanging in the air trembled violently, followed by a series of dazzling sparks.

These sparks spurted out like fire elves, with an unstoppable momentum, drawing beautiful and dangerous arcs in the air.

The sparks flew up at a high speed like a bird that had escaped from a cage, instantly igniting the surrounding air and rushing towards the Black Tomb's position.

The expressions of the five gold-level warriors suddenly changed!
They felt the terrifyingly rich fire element from these sparks. They were almost certain that if even a little bit of it got on them, even their strongest golden bodies would be burned to ashes in an instant!

This is the power that touches the original rules of the fire element!
No matter how strong the body is, it cannot stop it!
Just as everyone in the Black Tomb was about to fall into the sea of fire of the God of Death, a golden whirlwind suddenly blew up from all directions of the Black Tomb camp, easily blocking the deadly flames outside the position.

The golden whirlwind stopped, and everyone could see clearly that it was not a whirlwind at all, but a bunch of gold coins shining with metallic luster!
Each gold coin shone with a mysterious golden light. They spun at high speed in the air, forming a golden barrage that completely enveloped everyone in the "Black Tomb" and protected them from the suppression of Mr. Modo's legendary domain.

Looking at the gold coin that exuded a mysterious aura, Mr. Modo's face became very solemn.

Isabella and Grand Duke Roland also had stern looks in their eyes, their gazes focused on a beam of light that appeared not far away.

Cohen, hidden among the Golden Wing Guards, moved his lips slightly and whispered a name that made people tremble all over:
Demonic financier, soul trader, hellish miser, legendary [Hellish Poet], Mammon!

As if to verify what Cohen was thinking, the light and shadow in the distance gradually took shape, revealing a true appearance that made everyone in the "Pale Wings" feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

The man was hunched over, but he exuded an irresistible evil charm.

A black robe enveloped his bony body like the night.

The robes were embroidered with twisted runes and strange patterns, as if they had been branded directly from the flames of hell.

His face was as pale as paper, with deep eye sockets and a pair of eyes burning with blue flames, which condensed endless depravity and madness, and his eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the soul.

When he appeared, a strange and eerie whisper rang in everyone's ears, as if the devil was bewitching them:

"The moment desire is satisfied is the moment of repayment!"

The person who came was none other than the third councilor of the "Black Tomb", the Lord of Minauros, the third level of Hell, and the legendary [Poet of Hell] Mammon!
As the only devil duke among the Nine Hells Kings to join the human camp, Mammon's status in the "Black Tomb" is extraordinary.

Mammon believes that "everything has a price", which coincides with the philosophy of "Pale Wings".

But as everyone knows, the biggest grudges are between people in the same industry. Therefore, Mammon often acts as a vanguard against the "Pale Wings" and is also a long-time rival of Isabella and others.

Mammon, lord of Minauros, the third layer of Hell, oversees the trade of souls.

He bewitches and plays with people's minds and desires, and like a poet, he plants the seeds of corruption in everyone's heart.

Use lies and fear to drag their souls into endless hell.

He also opened a soul pawnshop in hell called "Pawnshop No. 8".

When Mammon bargains with mortals, he and his minions often offer irresistible offers of wealth, fame, and anything of value.

He always succeeds in attracting more souls than the other Nine Hell Lords and monopolizes almost all soul transactions.

He never rests, and spends every waking second plotting to increase his wealth, becoming the chief merchant and miser of the Nine Hells, and perhaps the wealthiest being in all the planes.

He also offers monetary loans to other demons in exchange for their services, favors, or items he covets.

He even made a deal with Asmodeus, the King of Hell, allowing him to freely join the organization in the human world.

"If you need to make a deal with the devil, Mammon might be your best choice. Unfortunately, if you don't want to sacrifice your soul, you must be prepared to pay the entire kingdom's wealth!"

This is the advice left by a prince from the Northern Empire after he rescued his fallen son from the ninth level of hell, the Lord of Nessus, Asmodeus, through Mammon!
Modo's cold voice rang in everyone's ears, interrupting Mammon's whispers:
"You miser who crawled out of hell, why are you running to the human world instead of going back to repair your crumbling base?"

Minauros, the third level of hell controlled by Mammon, is built on the Endless Swamp.

Minauros is often called the Sunken City because it teeters on the brink of collapse.

But Mammon lived up to his nickname of Hell's Miser. Although he had amassed a vast trove of treasure, he only used a small portion of it to maintain his dominance.

The direct result of this is that Minauros is a dirty and dilapidated place.

It is filled with buildings built on cheap foundations, flimsy materials and shoddy workmanship.

He even refused to pay a penny for any restoration work beyond what was necessary to keep Soul Market (his Pawnshop No. 8) functioning properly!

Some officials from Hell even openly opened a bet on when Mammon's third level would completely sink.

Facing Mr. Mordo's ridicule, Mammon performed a poetic etiquette to the crowd and chuckled:
"Meet the Daughter of Golden Wings, Grand Duke Roland, and Mr. Modo. Rather than calling me the Miser of Hell, I'd rather you call me—Boss!"

It has to be said that what Mammon is most proud of is opening the largest soul pawnshop in hell, Pawnshop No. 8.

Legend has it that more than one emperor in the human empire has made transactions there!

(End of this chapter)