Chapter 843: If the living can’t do it, then the dead will do it
"How much space, time and universe have we explored so far? How many are controlled by direct penetration?"
Zuo Si stared at this huge star map projection arranged in a network with the cave tree as the center, his eyes shining with curiosity.
Unlike Yawgmoth, the creator and ruler of Old Phyrexia.
From the beginning to the end, he has never had an overly strong tendency to expand and unify all realms, nor does he think it is a good thing that the entire multiverse is filled with sparkling oil.
Similarly, he does not believe that he has responsibilities, obligations, or some inexplicable bullshit sense of mission to force others to accept his own ideas, and he is also moved to think that this is sowing the so-called "seeds of civilization."
Therefore, since Zuo Si tampered with Shuoyou's control, he directly artificially castrated his most powerful and most feared ability of active infection and completion.
Instead, it is used as a convenient tool that can be used by any race and civilization, and is spread to thousands of worlds.
Unless he himself or a demon judge like Jinji Tasha is activated again, those in the world who come into contact with Shuoyou for the first time will only feel extremely happy, thinking that they have been favored by fate and gods, and have no idea that these substances are between
What kind of terrifying destructive power can the viscous liquid between energy and energy erupt.
It is precisely because of this that the Shimmering Oil continues to spread throughout the multiverse every moment.
Unless he is someone who is specifically responsible for tracking statistics, even Zuo Si himself does not know exactly how big the scope of influence he controls.
Jinji Tasha raised his fingers as sharp as a sickle and lightly moved them on the projected star map.
moment!
The light spots that were originally chaotically connected by the branches of the cave began to be classified and arranged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those that emit the brightest and most dazzling light are placed at the top, while those that are dim or don't shine much at all are placed at the bottom.
Because there are so many of them, they look densely packed like pebbles near the shore of the sea.
Some look very big, while others are as small as gravel.
After all this was done, the Blue Demon Judge introduced in a slightly proud tone: "According to the statistical results as of 11:25 and 37 seconds this morning, we have roughly explored more than five years of time and space.
One thousand four hundred and sixty-three trillion.
Among them, those with huge single universes account for one-sixth of them, and the rest are relatively small ones, similar to the concept of the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located.
As for the ones that are completely penetrated and controlled by shimmering oil, only no more than one ten thousandth.
I have to say that the spreading speed of the oil is all thanks to your clever strategy.
Through temporary castration, active infection and perfecting abilities, countless races mistakenly believe that Shimmering Oil is just an unknown magical substance that can help them improve their skills in a short period of time and defeat powerful enemies.
When these idiots began to rely on shimmering oil to build their civilization, they became crazy and obsessed with the magical power of shimmering oil.
At that time, we only need to awaken the ability to actively infect and complete it, and we can directly devour it completely and transform it into a part of the great New Phyrexia.
With the guidance of your supreme wisdom, we will surely be able to realize the grand vision of unifying all realms."
When saying these words, Jinji Tasha's tone and demeanor were obviously extremely excited and crazy.
Because in his eyes, disguising the shimmering oil as a tool that can bring huge benefits to everyone is a stroke of genius.
Compared with Yawgmoth, who forcibly promoted Shimmering Oil and aroused strong resistance in large areas, and Elenon, who tried to use religious means to reduce the resistance awareness of the local indigenous people in the invaded time and space, they are countless times more clever.
Under the leadership of such a great and wise master, how could New Phyrexia not become more and more powerful.
Of course, the above is just wishful thinking in Jinji Tasha's heart.
In fact, Zuo Si is completely filled with question marks right now.
A brilliant strategy?
Wisdom guidance?
How the hell didn't I know this stuff existed?
The original reason for castrating Shimmer Oil's active infection and perfection abilities was simply to see Yawgmoth, the first ruler of Phyrexia, making people angry. As a result, he was jointly besieged by the ancient planeswalkers, and the end was miserable.
Moreover, many invaded time and space still have strong stress reactions.
If Shimmer Oil and the New Phyrexia it represents rise again, they will inevitably attract a lot of troublesome enemies.
At that time, Zuo Si did not want to get into trouble, nor did he want to become a villain who was beaten by many planeswalkers, so he made such a choice.
It has nothing to do with clever strategies and wise guidance.
The reason why the current situation has emerged is completely unexpected and surprising.
You must know that the original purpose of spreading Shimmering Oil across the multiverse was simply to gather more knowledge and technology.
However, in line with the principle of not dampening the enthusiasm of his subordinates, Zuo Si did not explain too much, but nodded pretending to be profound.
"very good.
Please choose a time and space of suitable size and closed enough for me.
It would be better if there were more powerful creatures like gods.
Remember, make sure there are no secrets in this space and time.
I don’t want even the slightest accident to happen when using it.”
Jinji Tasha hurriedly bent down and bowed deeply: "Please rest assured, I promise that I will complete this task personally and there will never be any accidents.
If possible, I hope to observe and follow up on your heir.
Because this is the first time we have come into contact with a living being that truly has the ability to abstract concepts.
Of course, it would be better if limited research could be conducted."
From the creepy thirst for knowledge revealed in those eyes, it is easy to see that this guy is obviously doing his old habits again.
To be exact, Jinji Tasha tried to study little Annie after she was born.
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Now that another more powerful, mysterious, and incredible super life form has been discovered, it would be strange if we didn't have any ideas.
What's more, although these demon judges have enough respect, worship and obedience to Zuo Si as the supreme master, their attitude towards his children is far from the same.
After all, New Phyrexia does not rely on blood for inheritance like mortals do.
Who can become the master of Shuoyou, and who can make all the Demon Judges kneel on the ground and swear allegiance to him.
Otherwise, the demon judges who had their own evil intentions during the reign of Elenon are the best example.
A demon judge will not obey another demon judge just because of his lack of strength.
The reason is that the authority given to them by Shuoyou when they were created has no distinction between high and low.
If the owner of the Shimmering Oil is compared to the source of New Phyrexia, then the Demon Judge below is equivalent to controlling the important nodes of this huge system.
All these nodes are only responsible for the source and have no subordinate relationship with other nodes.
This also means that in the eyes of the demon judges, Zuo Si's descendants are just creations created by the master through biotechnology and contain some of their own genes and abilities.
The reason why he obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince Graya was entirely because Zuo Si granted him certain powers.
If one day he is suddenly killed or disappears, then the Demon Judges will never support and obey his heirs, but will fight with each other until the most powerful Demon Judge can temporarily rule New Phyric.
West Asia.
"If you are not afraid of being beaten to death by Talona, you can try it yourself."
Zuo Si sneered and gave Jinji Tasha a self-satisfied look.
Want to study the terrifying deity or the offspring of an ancient evil being conceived by a powerful god?
What gave you such courage?
"Uh... I'm just suggesting."
Jinji Tasha obviously realized that he was having a whim, and immediately showed an embarrassed expression.
There was no way he could do it. His time had been so smooth in the past few years, and he could basically get whatever he wanted, so much so that he had forgotten that there were some red lines that he couldn't touch.
Fortunately, Zuo Si had no intention of pursuing the matter. After giving an order to clean up the mess in the orc kingdom as soon as possible, he directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
As Baator's hell side was getting ready to attack, he had to temporarily divert his attention to ensure that the scale and intensity of the war remained within control.
Only in this way can Asmodeus accomplish his goal of hiding a large number of demon legions in plain sight.
As for how this civil war will end, that is not a question Zuo Si needs to consider.
Since there is a base of shimmering oil, even if there is a real fight, he will definitely not suffer any losses. On the contrary, there may be a large increase in troop strength due to the recovery of too many corpses.
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At the same time, far in the east of Faerûn, in the territory of Ser ruled by red-robed mages, a secret meeting to determine the future direction of this country was quietly being held.
The participants are without exception the chiefs of each faction.
The only one who didn't have the leader of the Necronomicon faction, Sazastan, who had just been elected as the "Chief Governor" was.
Anyone who knows something about the tradition of red robed mages will definitely realize after seeing this scene that they have united to conspire to overthrow the new order established by Sazastan.
The reason is also very simple, that is, Sazhastan's authoritarian tendencies seriously violate and challenge the original intention of the establishment of the Red Robe Mage.
This can be explained by the presence of Samas, the chief of the New Change Department whom he single-handedly supported.
Because Thel's original slogan for independence from the Mulhorand Empire was to overthrow theocracy and dictatorship.
Therefore, the country of Serre has always given people a very awkward and awkward feeling, which also comes from this.
They are clearly practicing terrible slavery. The mage class has almost monopolized all power, and they completely treat civilians as a renewable resource. No matter how you look at it, it should belong to the mage dictatorship.
But the interesting part is that once inside the red-robed mage, the situation takes a 180-degree turn.
At least in terms of political status, every red-robed mage who successfully graduates and reaches a certain level is equal.
Of course, high-level mages can not regard their apprentices as human beings, but use them as experimental subjects or send them to perform dangerous tasks that may lead to a near-death experience.
Similarly, the apprentice can also assassinate the teacher and replace him.
As long as you do it perfectly and concealed enough, even if the truth is later made public, you will only receive praise and admiration from others, and it will become an indispensable shining point on your personal resume.
In particular, the Chief Council, the highest decision-making body, has existed since the time when the Red Robe Mage Organization held high the banner of independence to resist the Mulhorand Empire, and has long since become an insurmountable red line and tradition.
Although Sazastan's intention to implement dictatorship was good, it was to reduce internal friction and build a truly powerful magic empire to compete with the behemoth West Coast Empire.
But it's a pity that no one understands his good intentions.
The moment when he was announced as the "chief ruler", all the faction chiefs, without exception, chose to regard this oldest and most powerful lich as the biggest enemy of the entire organization and even the country.
It must be said that Sazhastan's experience fully proves how difficult it is to carry out subversive reforms of a regime and a country from within.
Those vested interest groups will not be willing to give up their power and wealth when the country is in danger, as shown in many film and television works, and then unite all the forces that can be united to tide over the difficulties together.
In most cases, even if they realize that the anger of the people at the bottom has been ignited and their political power is no longer stable, they will not give up any benefits. On the contrary, they may collude with foreign enemies to sign treasonous treaties and use external forces to suppress them.
Domestic resistance.
After all, choosing the latter is at best just groveling and being a dog to the other party, but if the people at the bottom are allowed to successfully overthrow the existing regime, it will be the disaster of annihilation.
Which one is more important can be figured out by using your brain a little bit.
What's more, the chiefs of the red robed mages don't care what kind of reforms Sazastan wants to carry out, and how powerful Ser will become after the reform.
They only care about one thing, and that is that the original power in their hands has been taken away.
"Everyone, I think you should have a clear idea of what Sazhastan wants to do now, right?
He is tarnishing our sacred tradition!
Defiling the final bottom line that has been unshakable since its inception!
As a member of the Red Robe Masters, we have the responsibility and obligation to stop him."
A faction chief took the lead in breaking his silence to kick off the meeting to denounce Sazhastan.
It is easy to see from the expression on his face that he does not seem to be worried at all that what he said will reach Sazhastan's ears.
"But the problem is that stopping Sazhastan means the outbreak of war. None of us are prepared for a war that will engulf the entire Seer."
Another chief raised the difficulties currently faced.
You should know that each faction has its own sphere of influence and controls one or two provinces.
Some of the provinces close to the border are relatively good, as the number of troops, training level, and weapons and equipment are all guaranteed.
However, some relatively safe provinces obviously have the meaning of "relaxation of military armaments over time."
If troops suddenly start to explode in a place like this, anyone who is not blind will realize that the other side is going to start a war.
In addition, large-scale procurement of weapons and equipment will also alarm Sazastan.
"Don't worry, I have already contacted the businessmen in the West Coast Empire.
They will use airships to transport all weapons, equipment, and supplies needed for the war to the Araul Province.
All we need to do is avoid Sazarstan's eyes and ears before transporting it back.
In addition, I also contacted the orc kingdom that occupied the Rongma Grassland and Vasa.
They will sell us a group of slaves captured in previous wars and a large number of corpses.
By then, as long as a portal is built, hundreds of thousands of additional troops can be obtained immediately.
So I think we don't need to be afraid of war at all.
The one you should really be afraid of is Sazastan.
After all, he only controls two provinces."
When saying these words, the slightly fat bald male chief stood up from his position, his words and actions were full of incitement.
There is no doubt that he is the one who hates Sazastan the most among all the chiefs.
Even if we drag the whole of Serge to hell, we must kill this enemy.
Otherwise, you will be the next one to die inexplicably and tragically.
After all, through this private alliance, they already knew that the two chiefs who had previously been thought to have died in the factional struggle were actually killed by Sazastan.
If things continue like this, anyone in the entire council who dares to oppose this powerful legendary lich will definitely be killed and replaced with an obedient puppet, which may simply be a lich, vampire or other undead.
This is obviously a result that the entire Red Robe Mage organization cannot accept.
"Are the merchants of the West Coast Empire reliable? Don't forget, they are our enemies."
Another chief had a worried look on his face.
You must know that before the emergence of the West Coast Empire, Sel was the largest exporter of magic items in the entire Faerûn continent.
Many areas lacking spellcasters rely on trading with them to obtain various magic items.
The concessions scattered all over the country are the best proof.
But later, with the competition and squeeze brought about by the rise of the West Coast Empire, Sale suffered a huge blow in the export of magic items, and its market share shrank sharply.
Not only has all the market share in the west and north been lost, but even the traditional sphere of influence around the Falling Star Sea has been losing ground.
There is no way, who can let the cost, technology and strength be inferior to others.
In the past, the red-robed mage was able to open concessions all over the continent of Faerun because of the above three things.
The low cost comes from the nationwide screening of gifted children and the complete and mature mage training system.
In just a few years, a teenager can become an apprentice involved in making magic items.
Especially those children from common people and poor families, who cannot afford to buy scrolls, books and conduct experiments, can only make money through this method.
If the same job is given to a graduated red-robed mage, the instructors may need to pay a hundred gold coins.
It may only take twenty or even fewer apprentices.
The relationship between the two parties is basically equivalent to that between a graduate student and a tutor in a modern university on Earth.
It's okay if you meet a mentor with some conscience, but at most you will be squeezed for a few years. If you endure it a little bit and endure it until you graduate, you can become a dharma master with a bright future.
But if you meet a mentor who is impersonal, he is basically no different from a slave.
Therefore, through this extreme cost control, the price of Serge's magic items has always been lower than that of all Faerûn.
The caster institutions and mage towers in many places have been ruined by them.
There used to be a shop opened by a red-robed mage in the market of Askatra, the capital of Amn.
However, the Masked Mage Guild did not take any action and allowed the other party to operate under their noses. Even internal members would occasionally visit.
This shows that the red-robed mage has a strong monopoly in the field of magic item production.
But the problem is that this situation has changed now.
Serge could select smart enough children across the country to train as apprentices, and he could naturally establish a west coast empire with absolute dictatorship.
Moreover, the latter is countless times larger than the former in terms of population size and land area.
As we all know, no matter what you do when there are too many people, it will naturally start to get crazy.
This is determined by the relationship between supply and demand and objective factors, and is not subject to human will.
If the red-robed mage's mentor gives his apprentice twenty gold coins, then the West Coast Empire can be cut in half and given only ten.
What, too little?
If you don’t do it, others will!
Haven't you seen that there are a lot of apprentices out there fighting for this opportunity?
Except for a very small number of geniuses who have been focused on since they entered school, the rest are basically firewood in the West Coast Empire's magic system, constantly burning themselves, just to make further progress on the path of magic.
But even if they are involved to this extent, few people will choose to give up.
Because this is the only channel through which the civilian class can complete a class jump in relatively fair competition.
The other is to enter the imperial bureaucracy and slowly work your way up.
What's more, even the income of a mage apprentice is much higher than that of workers, farmers, and small traders, and their social status is completely different.
no way.
Magical learning is a field that requires a lot of talent.
It's not like engaging in cutting-edge scientific research, where you can sometimes achieve success through constant trial and error, and it's not like other fields where you can get the title of expert professor just by writing a few papers.
Because learning progress and spellcasting level cannot lie.
The most talented Grand Arcanist in the history of Faerûn, Karsus, was able to cast zero-level arcane spells when he was still a baby. By the time he was in his twenties, he was already the Grand Arcanist at the pinnacle of the Netheril era.
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Sammaster, who is also extremely talented, only came into contact with magic when he was a teenager, and then he absorbed knowledge like a sponge. Before he was fifty, he was favored by the second-generation magic goddess Mystra.
But what about those without talent?
Look at the mages everywhere who are still in their 60s or 70s and are still stuck at LV3 or LV5. They are the truest reflections of ordinary spellcasters.
Therefore, the magic education system of the West Coast Empire is not actually cultivating talents, but screening them.
As for the remaining apprentices with mediocre talents, they can basically only work as magic item production line workers with a relatively good income.
Therefore, in terms of cost and price, even if the Red Robe Mage is killed, it is impossible to defeat the West Coast Empire.
This is the terrifying competitive advantage brought by scale.
The most important thing is that the West Coast Empire has more types of magic items and is willing to purchase local specialties at good prices to inject vitality into the economy through trade.
From the perspective of Serge's red-robed mage, this is completely driving him out of the traditional sphere of influence.
What's more, a war broke out between the two sides before, and as a result, they lost and ceded the province of Araul.
"Don't worry, the merchants of the West Coast Empire have always been very reputable.
And as long as you give them money, there is almost nothing they dare not sell.
I have ordered enough weapons and equipment to arm half a million people, enough to support a protracted war.
But before that, I suggest that we use our private guards to test it out.
It would be best if we could deal with Sazastan at the minimum cost or force him to give up the idea of becoming a dictator."
While saying this, the slightly fat chief took out a business contract from his arms and showed it to everyone.
"In that case, let's start taking action. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us."
Demetra Vlas, a mole and spy, decisively voted in favor.
Unlike other chiefs who could only fight with Sazastan on the land of Seer, she had found her next home early, and at worst, she would go directly to the West Coast Empire to defect to Zuo Si.
"agree!"
"Seconded!"
"It's time to show this bastard Sazhastan some color!"
"No one can rule Serre without parliament!"
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With the solemn statements of chiefs one after another, the Anti-Sazastan Alliance was finally formally established.
In just a few days, they began to send out their own private armed forces to attack.
Don't think that the scale of the private army of Chief Red-robed Mage Serge is small.
If they don't hold each other back, the direct guards controlled by any chief can easily destroy thousands of armies and conquer a small country.
Therefore, the chiefs of the parliament united to launch a war against Sazastan, which instantly intensified many internal problems and contradictions.
After all, the high-speed trade expansion of the West Coast Empire has greatly squeezed out Ser's market, causing various problems in its economy. The profits of the upper-class nobles and merchants have been greatly reduced, and the living standards of civilians have also plummeted.
Anger and dissatisfaction make the entire society like a pressure cooker full of steam.
If such a situation occurs in a certain country on earth, there are usually only two results.
One is for politicians to create border conflicts, stir up old and new grudges with neighboring countries to divert internal conflicts, or simply launch a war directly.
The other is the outbreak of serious civil strife, the current government being ousted, and vested interest groups being liquidated on a large scale.
But in Faerûn, which is filled with gods, magic and other supernatural powers, civilians have never been the main participants in politics.
Because their only advantage, numbers, is nothing compared to the former.
Only a benevolent ruler like the original Lord Nasir of Neverwinter who believed in Tyr, the god of justice, would tolerate riots from the lower classes.
In Ser, ruled by the red-robed mage, if civilians and slaves in any area dare to riot, what awaits them will be merciless massacre.
If a village all participates in the riot, then kill all the village. If all the city participates in the riot, then kill the entire city. There will never be a trace of kindness and mercy.
Anyway, after a person dies, the body can be pulled up and reused.
Therefore, the red-robed mages have never cared about what the common people at the bottom think, just like humans don't care about the ants crawling under their feet.
As a result, a very incredible magical scene appeared in the territory of Ser.
That is, the chiefs' private armed forces swaggered through the city in groups, and even fought inextricably with Sazastan's private armed forces, while the surrounding civilians acted as if they had not seen anything and were doing whatever they were supposed to do.
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Anyway, the battle between the chiefs has existed since the day the country was founded and continues to this day.
No matter how many chiefs died and how fierce wars broke out between them, they had nothing to do with the common people.
This kind of indifference, numbness towards politics, and indifference to the fate of the country perfectly explains Searle's deformed social and power structure.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the huge fireballs emitted by the simple mobile siege mage tower continued to explode on the fortress wall and made loud noises, Sazastan, who was staying in his lair, had a gloomy expression on his face.
Because he never dreamed that after he announced that he was the chief executive, all his allies would immediately turn against each other and fall into a state of betrayal and alienation.
Not only that, the chiefs of the parliament also united to launch an attack on the initiative.
"So, is my prediction correct? All the chiefs are against you because the changes you want have seriously touched their bottom line. There is no way to avoid this war. You must change your thinking immediately to deal with it, otherwise it will
There is only one way to fail."
Standing next to him, the master of the entangled talisman, Lagon, had a frightening red light in his eyes and reminded him in a tone without any emotion.
"I don't understand! Why are they doing this? Especially Samas, the chief of the transformation department! Everything he has now is given by me! But this guy did not hesitate to stand against me."
Sazastan was obviously furious and felt deeply hurt and betrayed.
He obviously just wants to make Ser better and make the entire Red Robe Mage organization stronger to cope with the increasing pressure from the West Coast Empire in the economic, political, and military fields.
This is beneficial to everyone and can greatly reduce problems caused by internal friction.
Otherwise, as the share of trade continues to decline, the country's situation will only get worse and worse, and one day it may even completely become a vassal and puppet of the other party.
Lagun glanced at this "similar" and let out a low, hoarse laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha!
Don’t you still understand or realize that you are undergoing a reform that will touch the interests and rights of countless people?
Especially the centralization of power shakes the basic principles that have been passed down from the very beginning of the entire Red Robe Mage organization.
What's more, you are a lich, an undead creature that is cold and heartless in the eyes of living people.
The other chiefs are all real people.
So you are different from them from the beginning.
If you want to completely achieve your goal, you must have the determination to completely destroy this country and rebuild it, and then use undead creatures like yourself to establish absolute rule."
"You mean...let the dead rule the living?!"
Sazastan was visibly taken aback.
Because this is too bold, it can easily be targeted by gods and their churches who hate undead creatures.
But the feasibility is also very high.
After all, after being the chief of the Necromancer Department for so many years, he has a large number of high-level undead creatures such as lichs, vampires, and death knights, which are enough to build a complete ruling framework.
Especially the lich who was once transformed from an apprentice is often very loyal, and the phylactery is basically in his hands, so there is basically no possibility of betrayal.
Lagun noticed Sazhastan's mood swings, and slightly opened his jaw with only bones remaining and asked meaningfully: "Why not?
As far as I know, Soth controlled the core members of the Arcane Order through this method.
Do you think any lich has betrayed him since the establishment of the Arcane Society?
The answer is none.
Of course, if you think this is too ostentatious, you can also be a little more subtle.
For example, support some living puppets to stand in the front desk, and then let the lich and other undead creatures control the puppets from behind.
Anyone who dares to disobey will be asked to step down or disappear from the world."
"It sounds good, I will seriously consider it.
But before that, I must first destroy this alliance formed by other chiefs.
Since they want war, then I will give them war.
Anyway, I’m tired of this endless political game.”
After saying that, Sazastan turned around and gave orders to the undead agent hiding in the corner.
"Inform Garaus immediately. The governors of the two provinces of Xexel have begun to assemble their troops. This time I will completely destroy the entire chief council and the forces under their command."
"clear!"
The undead agent hiding in the dark corner nodded vigorously, then escaped into the shadows and disappeared from the sight of the two legendary lichs.
As soon as he left, Lagon continued to offer advice: "The military strength of these two provinces alone is far from enough.
Garauth is located in the remote northeast. Although it is rich in mineral resources and has many well-armed elite soldiers due to the previous war with Seleman, it is too far from the heart of Cyre.
Garaus was also an advance base established to conquer Threiman. Not only was the land area small and barren, but it was also plagued by plague because it bordered the swamp, and it could not even be self-sufficient.
Once a stalemate occurs, there is a high probability that the period will collapse due to insufficient logistical supplies."
"Hmph! It doesn't matter! If living people can't do it, then use dead people. You don't think I really haven't made any preparations, do you?"
As he spoke, a creepy evil smile appeared on Sazastan's face, and he unfolded a newly drawn map of Ser.
However, what is different from ordinary maps is that there are no cities, mountains, or rivers marked on this map. Instead, all the densely marked cemeteries are used to bury the dead.
Lagun instantly sensed the opponent's intention, raised his hands without any flesh and only bones and began to applaud.
"Great! With so many inexhaustible soldiers, even a protracted war of attrition is enough to bring down the chiefs of the parliamentary faction."
"No! This is not enough! I need your help, dear friend."
Sazastan raised his head and stared at the leader of the Entangled Talisman, a powerful lich whose arcane spell casting level was even higher than his own.
"No problem, it's my pleasure."
Lagun put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express to the other party the fact that he was in a subordinate position in this cooperation.
Sazastan was undoubtedly very satisfied with this and responded with a smile: "Thank you very much.
I promise that when this war is over, you will become the second most powerful person in Serge.
Now let us take advantage of the fact that Soth is busy challenging Asmodeus to seize the dominance of Baator Hell and have no time to think about it, and let's deal with these insects that are only holding us back in one go.
Only in this way can Serge and the Red Robe Mage Organization be reborn from the ashes and continue to maintain a strong position on the continent of Faerûn."
"Are the rumors about the hell plane true? Is Soth really going to challenge Asmodeus?"
Ragon deliberately pretended to be shocked.
"Yes.
I have sent people to investigate on many levels, and also summoned some demons to inquire about the situation.
Currently, Gracia, Fierna, Grand Duke Barzebul, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman are all gathering their troops.
The other level lords also took countermeasures.
The entire Baator Hell can be said to be full of chaos and war, and a tragic civil war may break out at any time.
In addition, I also learned that Zariel, the Archangel of Khorne who had been on the front line of the bloody battle, has also returned to the ninth level.
Obviously, the long-term success has made Soth's ambitions begin to expand rapidly.
He is no longer satisfied with being a deputy, but wants to become the spokesperson of the will of the plane.
I hope this war can last for hundreds or thousands of years, consuming all his strength and energy."
When Sazhastan said these words, he did not hide the malice in his heart and his strong hatred for Zuo Si.
If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have wanted to join Asmodeus's camp, even if it made him feel disgusted.
"That way I feel relieved.
As long as there is no intervention from Soth, the parliamentary faction cannot be our opponent at all.
But you still have to be careful.
Just because he didn't interfere doesn't mean the West Coast Empire didn't interfere either.
Especially since many members of the Arcane Society are our enemies.
It would be quite a headache if these guys join forces."
After saying that, Lagon directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
After the vibration of the magic net completely stopped, another lich standing in the room cautiously opened his mouth to test: "Teacher, do you think Lagon is trustworthy? I always feel that his behavior is too humble and obedient, and he seems to be secretly
He is planning some unknown conspiracy."
"It doesn't matter. No matter what Lagon wants to do, as long as he is an enemy of Soth and helps us clear out the parliamentary faction, he can be used."
Sazastan stood in front of a huge magic mirror, staring at the tragic siege scene reflected above, not knowing what he was thinking.