This is a scroll, so the casting materials and steps that need to be prepared are much simpler, and there are only two things that the lich needs to think about carefully - One is the magic circle used to imprison and defend against demons, he used to have a room for summoning in his mansion, and the one where Mage Antonio was in the White Tower, all the lines are inlaid with Mithril on the obsidian floor, no need to worry about accidents causing damage to the magic circle, of course, this practice can also be called extravagant, after all, this magic circle has only one function, and it is fixed in one place and cannot be taken away at all, but now it is impossible for the lich to continue to use this room- While it doesn't appear to have been damaged or tampered with in any way, no caster will use a circle that is too foreign to him to be unsafe when he has the choice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The second is the succubus's payment, the lich did not summon her to ask for an answer to a question, or to order her to assassinate an enemy, she would remain in the entire main plane for a while. Demons are quite happy to see this, they can only get the most soul and flesh in the main material plane, but the former undead is worried about whether he will be sentenced to a small black house for the sins of the summoned things. The thief from another plane can handle most of the problems quite well now, but as far as its memory goes, it won't learn how to deal with a succubus in about fifty years, and he is really worried that when he opens his eyes, he will find himself facing the six-fingered Grazt, you must know that the Lord of Darkness has a curiosity ten thousand times higher than that of a human baby, and the lover of the Witch King will never let go of such a special existence.

It is not that there are no neutral or benevolent spellcasters who summon demons or demons, the latter often use harsh and cruel spells to force these abyssal products to obey orders, and the former will more often use bribes - that is, offering soul gems that will be liked by demons or devils, such shiny little things that can act as currency, food, and decorations in the abyss can calm an irascible and mentally retarded Ossaimo instantly. Thankfully, these things may be rare elsewhere, but there is no shortage of them in Grenada, when he was in the Far North Sea, except for rune fragments, the Lich's Dimensional Bag did not live up to the expectations of his master, although he didn't know what he had caught at the time, but in that chaotic tomb, everything that was piled up like grit was once a precious and rare treasure in this plane.

He took out only a small portion of them, and exchanged them for a pile of sparkling soul gems, and since it was a succubus who had been summoned, the lich had also picked out the ones that would taste sweet and sour. Maybe this is something that is unimaginable to mortals, after all, it is not candy, but after all, Cremar used to feed on human, humanoid souls like demons and demons. Yes, as a lich, like those monsters born into the Endless Abyss, for whom ordinary food has lost its appeal, and they have no pleasure or satiety from them, only souls- Old souls always taste more than young souls, suffering souls are always a little more bitter than well-lived souls, and most children's souls taste is light, so if they can, before they die, the soul-extracting casters or abyssal dwellers will use their means of intimidation and torture...... To know if this gem of the soul tastes as sweet and sour as the berries that are about to ripen, it is only necessary to make sure that the soul in the gem is taken from young women, who are sweet even in their dreams when love is wrapped around them, and who always have a sour pain brewing in their hearts when love is quietly gone, which settles in the depths of their souls until the joy of motherhood turns into another sweetness and hides them - But if their lives come to an end, then their soul gems will only taste a little monotonous, but they are pure and strong.

They fall from the hands of the former undead into the Lead Crate, which is used in another plane to block harmful rays, and interestingly, in this plane, it is also used to block the perception and spells of snooping magical devices, after the secondary gems and runes.

This room was rebuilt, the black rocks on the floor and walls were all put down by Cremar, and the threads, magic runes and patterns that carved the circle had to be done by him, but instead of using the Mithril thread that had been built long ago, he let the souls of the other world cast spells, so that Mithril flowed like water and spread along the narrow passage to the entire room. Mithril didn't come from the Black Market or anywhere in Grenada, and the Lich remembered that when he was still in the royal capital, a careless colleague died tragically at the hands of a demon he had summoned for using the Mithril thread he had taken from someone else, and in order to control the demon, they dispatched nearly a quarter of the Warlock Tower.

There are also spices, ores, gadgets for casting spells, and so on...... The lich checked his scroll and potion one last time, and his wand, opened a bottle of snow honey and poured it into his mouth - these sweet, crisp-tasting little things were almost on par with the real dragon's blood on the Grenada Black Market with the Silver Crown Forest closed, but it depended on whether the person in need had the status and identity to intimidate others - the kind of **** that would help the caster concentrate greatly and allow them to regain their energy quickly anyway For any warlock, mage, or priest, it's just too little, not more.

A faint shadow quickly passed through the lich's mind, and it was evident that his cohabitant remembered Kerryben again, and the lich dived down to the sea with some concern, and had ordered it to sleep during this time to avoid the interference of another spirit, and he watched it sink into the depths, but it seemed to wake up again- The former undead pursed his lips in displeasure, knowing that even Gredy's apparition had been called aunt by the spirits of the other world, and he wondered if this body would still be able to perform the role he needed if it had been awake and had generously given her such a honorable title when it saw the succubus.

But what he saw was a round glow in the dark water, and even the lich's movements did not wake it, and it slept soundly.

The former undead was silent for a moment, and then returned to the surface of his body, must have been because he was too nervous, and he said to himself that his current level was not high enough for a succubus, so he thought of the elves - if Kerry was here, he would feel ...... Wait, wait, the lich just looked at himself in horror, what was he thinking? Putting his life and soul in the hands of someone else like a weakling? He looked at the blurred shadows reflected on the shiny black stone wall, was he like this? The black-haired Dragonborn, once an undead, until now, a deformed monster, but he was Cremar.

Cremar, a lich, cruel, evil, cold, lonely, forever.

He laughed out loud, at the fleeting hesitation, the laughter calmed him, his gaze was firm again, and he looked at his hands, magic, which was his most trusted friend and helper.

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In the endless abyss, a little devil is casually walking between the lava river and the charred rock, and there is always some residue in the crevices of the heat - whether it is the high-ranking demon or the devil's leftover breakfast, lunch and dinner, or the old shell that has faded from the time of evolution, or the severed arm thrown by the demon and the devil as they fight each other, and some soul maggots in hiding, it is so so focused that it cannot escape from under the hooves of a fluffy goat.

It was a succubus that caught it, well, a succubus in a fit of rage, which is unfortunate, the succubus is a demon, and the little devil is subordinate to the devil, and the devil and the demon are not two close races, although a long time ago, because of the nine layers of hell and the bottomless abyss, the sorrowful assimilation into such a twisted, strange and intricate huge space, the devil and the demon had to share each other's realm, but this does not mean that they can hold hands, sing songs and eat hot pot, and laugh at the past- Or should it be said that on the contrary, if there was a fixed time point in the previous major battles between the two abyssal races, the so-called bloody war, then now almost every few decades, a hundred years (the shortest one is no more than ten years), there will be a terrible bloody battle here - even if the devils agree to call their new home the bottomless abyss, this does not mean that they agree that the demons should be given a step.

"Ten,' excused me," the little devil squeaked, "forgive me, my honorable lord, I suppose I am holding your feet? If so, ......" The little devil cried out in a panic as he felt the pressure on his back increase, "then let me get out of the way, my bones are too hard, and my blood stinks, and may pollute your hair, which is as glittering as gold." ”

Of course it's not talking about the succubus's long hair that can hang down to the top of the feet, well, it's russet brown, it refers to the succubus's hooves, from the succubus's knees down, there are hairs as soft as wool, they are curly, very beautiful, covering a third of the sheep's hooves, indeed, this succubus is proud of it, but her anger is not so simple to dissipate, she leans down // body, pinched the little devil's tail tightly, and then ripped it off the little devil's body, and the little devil screamed in pain.

"I'm angry," said the succubus, who listened as hard as he could. It needed to know what the succubus was unhappy about, and maybe it could find a glimmer of life in it, and then it heard a terrible name: "The Lord of Darkness," the succubus grumbled, "Of course, our king can do anything, including kicking his subordinates out of the way and going to play on the main physical plane himself, but I don't want this hobby to be inherited by his children, wouldn't someone summon Ferrekhill?" I haven't been to the main material plane for a thousand years, I need souls, I need men, I need pleasure!

The little devil was almost speechless in despair, and if it had had a glimmer of hope just now, now that it had heard two dangerous names in a row, the succubus would not let it go, because it meant that her complaints would reach the ears of Grazt, and perhaps Ferek Hill, the daughter of the Lord of Darkness, and even if Grazt didn't do anything, Ferek Hill would punish her for this- And although Ferikhill is not a lord or king at a certain level, her father once plundered the goddess of wealth Wojin to his territory for her, and gave her the blood of the gods every day, although after that, because Wojin placed his divinity in another place, and was not replaced by Ferrick Hill, but Ferekhill has also become one of the few big demons, although she is still a succubus, but she is already the most powerful assassin under her father's command, even the abyss alchemist may not dare to face this head-on, let alone such a little succubus。

As the little devil had expected, it was torn apart and devoured by the succubus in the end, leaving not a single trace of it.

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