The Seal City is also known as the "City of Ten Thousand Gates" and the "Cage City".

It is located in a place called the Outlands, which is closely connected to all the other outer planes, and is an infinite saucer-shaped space.

At the center of this plane stands a cylindrical peak of unknown height, known as the "Infinite Pinnacle", and at the top of the pinnacle is the famous Seal City.

The biggest feature here is that the closer you get to the center of the "Infinite Spike", the more powerful magic and divine power will be interfered with, hindered, or even completely banned.

Especially within a radius of one hundred and sixty kilometers, all divine power and magic will be completely unable to take effect due to the intervention of dimensional forces.

That is to say, within the area, even if the powerful divine power comes in person, all the divine power will be eliminated, and it will become the same as ordinary people, and the legendary spellcasters can only pick up the guy and go to hand-to-hand combat.

And out of this core area, every hundred and sixty kilometers that stretches outward, the magic and divine power restrictions will be slightly reduced.

Within a radius of 320 km, the powerful divine power can restore some of its strength, and the caster can barely cast a ring of spells, although there is still a high chance of failure due to obstacles.

Due to its extreme rejection of divine powers, the Outlands are really not a good place for the gods.

Because once they come here, it means being exposed to great danger.

It is even possible to be killed by demons, devils, eugros demons, and even mortals.

Similarly, spellcasters don't like Outlands very much.

Because they simply can't play the strength they should have, and are reduced to rolling up their sleeves and going to hand-to-hand combat like the most despised warriors.

However, due to unknown reasons, it may be because of the presence of the Lady of Pain, or it may be that it has too many connections to other dimensional portals, and all magic can be used normally here.

However, once they leave the walls of the Seal City, the high-level spellcasters will lose the power they are proud of.

Many shrewd Assassins, Warriors, Warrior Monks, and Ranger will skillfully exploit this against hostile spellcasters.

Savvy spellcasters will also try to avoid approaching the edge of the walls, lest they be calculated by enemies with ulterior motives.

But unlike magic, gods, whether incarnations, sages, or intessences, are still strictly forbidden to approach.

Otherwise, the unlucky ones who were thrown into the astral plane by the Lady of Pain in public in the history of Imprint City are the best examples.

This powerful being who has been present since the birth of the Seal City and has guarded it from the influence of the gods, has never engaged in any form of communication, nor has there been negotiations, warnings, or any intelligible language of action.

She is like a machine that abides by a certain rule of action, destroying all the targets that attract her "attention" in a merciless way.

Whether this target is a mortal or a god, there is no essential difference for the Lady of Pain.

In addition, the lucky ones who have been able to escape from her hands so far can be counted on both hands.

Vic, the hidden god of the Greyhawk world, is one of them.

As the "Queen of the Underworld" who controls the underworld of Market City and its vast intelligence network, Shemisaka, the High Yogros Demon, is undoubtedly well aware that one of the rules that must be followed to make a living here is to never attract the attention of the Lady of Pain.

Otherwise, no matter which powerful god or even the chosen person of the god you are, or the messenger of Asmodeus, the lord of Bato's hell, and the supreme will of the bottomless abyss, the final result will inevitably be death.

Even the soul will be shattered by the lady's sharp blade, and disappear from this universe forever.

That's why, only in Market City can you see demons and demons sitting and chatting with the devil who should have fought to the death, and the celestial creatures making all sorts of deals with their hated Yugros demon.

It's not that they don't want to strangle their enemies at once, but they are simply afraid of the inexplicable, unrivalled terrifying power of Lady Pain.

At this moment, Shemisaka was standing in front of a mirror, admiring her own appearance, which was far superior to her kind.

In contrast to the normal Ugros head that resembles a filthy jackal, her head looks closer to that of a pretty and charming fox, with spotless blonde hair that is soft and neat, and thin white streaks that run from the end of its long, sharp beak to the corners of its mouth.

The body completely presents the appearance of a sexy human woman, always wearing a tight robe with a bandeau on the upper body and a long skirt on the lower body, showing off her convex and backward figure perfectly.

However, the hands and feet are still in the shape of a finger and a claw.

And this guy is the same as Zuo Si, with colorful rings on his fingers.

More exaggerated, to be exact.

Because Zuo Si only wears one finger per finger, Ke Mishaka often wears one per finger, and occasionally wears two or three pieces per finger, which looks full of jewels.

A lewd-looking Tieflin is holding a mirror in both hands, putting on a humble and flattering appearance, inviting his mistress to pet.

There was also a group of Tieflin attendants who couldn't rush up at once to kneel and lick the mistress's toes in the place of this favored fellow.

Because Shemishaka is in a way the "Underground Queen" of Sigil City, second only to the Lady of Pain.

Whether it is the fifteen main factions or the various walks of life that keep society running, her shadow can be seen faintly behind it.

It is even rumored that a quarter of the gold coins circulating in the city end up in the pocket of the sinister, cunning and extremely fickle High Jugros.

As for what the truth is, no one knows at all.

After all, Shemisaka never trusts anyone, let alone allows anyone to snoop on her important privacy.

Even these loyal retinues that are selected are usually only able to work for about six months.

Among them, those who perform well will be released to be in charge of the "business" of a region, and those who do not perform well will be brutally eliminated and die.

With a masterful deal and an understanding of the intricate and interlocking factional battles within the city of Imprints, Shemishaka has truly managed to become a powerful force in its own right through intelligence.

Whether or not the factions like her, they must rely on the information they provide to maintain a delicate balance with the other factions.

The thrill and thrill of dancing on top of the blade gave the female Ugros a feeling of addiction that could not be described in words.

After all, each of the fifteen major factions in Seal City has the force to kill them.

But now she is still alive and well, and the wealth, resources and power under her control are constantly expanding.

So Shemisaka has reason to think that she has become some kind of deep operating law of the city, and has become an indispensable part of the structure.

Thinking of this, the corners of her fox-like mouth rose slightly into a smug smile, staring at her own shadow in the mirror and asking, "Kurkuk, has Panta, the president of the Doomsday Guardian Order, sent me the money he owes?"

Last time, he had promised to pay fifteen hundred soul prisms or the equivalent in gold as long as he could get his hands on the latest patrol route of the Harmony Society.

That's a lot of business.

I also hope to use this money to procure some alchemical potions from the demons of the ninth layer of Hell that will make people flutter and sell them in the taverns, casinos, and special services of the Seal City.

You have no idea how popular these addictive stuff are right now.

Many people will never be able to leave them once they have used them, and are even willing to sell everything for it, even their souls. ”

Tiefling, holding up the mirror, hurriedly responded, "That money is already in place, ma'am."

However, President Panta played a small trick and deliberately paid only half of the Soul Prism and the other half of the gold coins.

And trading with the devil of the ninth layer of hell, the purchasing power of the soul prism is twenty percent higher than that of gold coins.

So we made almost 10 percent less profit on this trade.

In addition, I heard that due to the influence of the super giant city on the ninth layer of hell, the value of the soul prism of the entire Seal City has increased a lot.

Many merchants are exchanging their precious metal currency for soul prisms and hoarding them to trade with the devil.

This allows you to get the most in-demand goods before other competitors.

I think maybe this is an opportunity to make a difference.

You can use the intelligence network to spread the word that the devils are going to buy soul prisms at a large scale and at a high price, and then sell all the soul prisms you have when the price rises to its peak.

In this way, you are sure to make a lot of money.

After the fact, take the initiative to puncture this rumor and let the price of the soul prism fall, and then use the profits earned to buy it at a low price.

In the end, take the soul prism and make a deal with the devil in exchange for the best-selling potions in Seal City to seize the market and drive out the other competitors as much as possible.

Once you have a complete monopoly on the entire industry, you can set the price as you please, increasing the price of the original medicine tenfold.

Anyway, no matter how expensive it is, those addicted guys will do everything to get money to spend, whether it's robbing, cheating, stealing, or killing.

Not to mention, you can also use this to control them and make them obey your will and die for your great plan. ”

As these words came out, Tieflin's sinister, cunning, and vicious face slowly revealed from the side of the mirror, forming a creepy picture with the yellowish beast-like eyes of the Jugros Demon.

From the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to see that the city of sigils is definitely an extremely dangerous place that eats people without spitting out bones.

Here you can clearly feel the conflict between order and chaos, and hear various different understandings and interpretations of the truth and nature of the universe, as well as a variety of strange philosophical views, and even speculation about the origin of the Seal City itself and the Lady of Pain.

But there is only one thing that is very rare and rare, and that is kindness and justice.

In this regard, only one of the fifteen major factions in Seal City is the "Harmony Society", which is generally inclined to goodness.

Although those celestial beings who advocate kindness and justice, the holy warriors will also do their best to help those in need.

But in terms of numbers, it is far from the demons, devils, eugros demons, tiflins, cambions, undead creatures, and countless mortals who have fallen into madness and mental abnormality that inhabit the area.

Shemisaka stretched out her furry paws, and gently ran her sharp nails from the flesh pad across Kurkuk's cheek, leaving a faint trail of blood on it, and said in an emotionless tone: "You are becoming more and more clever, my little squire.

But the question is, have you considered the consequences and costs of doing so?

Remember how I taught you how to survive in Seal City?

Never try to be the first bird, let alone take the initiative to provoke right and wrong.

Otherwise, not to mention the complex factional struggles and some dangerous madmen who simply can't be bought, just getting the attention of the Lady of Pain can mean doom.

But you have apparently forgotten this now, and have begun to try to rule and dominate the Seal City like those ambitious fools and main material planes.

For the first time, I'll forgive you first.

But if there's a second time, then I'll probably have to say goodbye to you. ”

Moment!

Tiefling, who was holding the mirror, suddenly had a very frightened expression, desperately trying to control his hands holding the mirror not to tremble, and let the blood slowly drip down the wound that had been cut.

The others around were also so frightened that they held their breath, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

Because they know that the majesty and elegance of the hostess are actually a deliberate disguise, and they always regard everyone except themselves as maggots that can be trampled under their feet.

If she really gets angry, then in the next second, she will tear off all her disguises, revealing the fierce and brutal nature of the Ugros Demon.

Many of the Tieflin attendants did not see this clearly, and as a result, they accidentally annoyed the mistress and were torn to pieces on the spot.

Shemishaka clearly enjoyed the awe and fear that emanated from the depths of her soul.

Just as she was about to teach the entourage a lesson, a foul smell came running from outside, like some kind of zombie awakened by necromantic magic, but at the same time possessing a complete soul and intelligence.

I saw that this guy went straight past the Tieflin entourage, went straight to the Jugros Demon, and handed over a note with several special symbols printed on it.

Shemisaka only glanced at it, and immediately raised her hand and motioned for everyone to stand down.

In less than a few seconds, both Tiflin and the messenger zombie had completely disappeared from the room without a trace.

After confirming that all the 20-meter radius around the room was cleared, she said without looking back: "There are no outsiders here." Come out, Farrow. ”

The voice has not fallen!

The slender and emaciated shadow elf slowly stepped out of the darkness and bowed to the demon of Yugros with one hand on his chest.

"Madam, at your request, I have traveled to the Feren Continent of Torrell with the Divine Non-Divine Society, and have found out a lot of useful information.

However, there was a little accident in the process.

It's possible that Dox's doppelganger has been exposed and can't be used in the future.

I've also found out that the Doomsday Guardians Order has set up a base there, but it's not much for now. ”

"Oh? What about the madmen who are not gods? How did they end? Shemisaka asked with interest.

Farrow replied without thinking: "It is no different from all the previous plans, the entire manpower sent by the gods and non-gods will be directly wiped out by the local god church and the rulers, and there is no chance from beginning to end. ”

"Humph! Sure enough, it was as expected.

These poor ghosts weren't even willing to spend money to come to me to buy a piece of information before they set out.

Coupled with that extreme thought and behavior, it is almost certain that they will be surrounded and suppressed. ”

Shemisaka was clearly not surprised by this result.

Or if the plan of the gods is not a god guild succeeds, then it is something new in the city of sigils.

After all, they are unmistakable, and regard the mighty gods as enemies.

The most important thing is that the gods are not too poor, and even the headquarters of the Broken Temple in the lower levels is a scene of ruins and rubble, and it has never been considered to be restored.

It is said to have been caused by the Lady of Pain while fighting one of the gods who invaded the sigil city.

For this kind of faction that is impossible to spend a lot of money to buy intelligence from itself, Shemisaka naturally can't have a good impression.

After a brief moment of silence, she finally stopped staring at the mirror, turned her body up and down to look at the most outstanding ace spy, touched her chin with her furry paws and continued to ask, "Did you go to the Feren Continent of Torrell this time and meet the lord of the ninth layer of hell, Soth?" What was his first impression? And what does an empire built in the material world look like? ”

"I've put together a note on this with all the information you're interested in."

As he spoke, Farrow took out dozens of sheets of paper with small characters written on them from his pocket and handed them over.

Shemisaka took it and swept through the contents at great speed, and it took less than a minute to read it all, and a look of great surprise appeared on her fox-like face: "Are you sure what this great devil is doing in the material world?" He didn't look like he was either evil or cruel, or even like a devil at all, at least not like the devil I knew. ”

"Ma'am, this Lord Soth has not been a mortal to a great devil for a long time, and he has not even stayed at the ninth level of his rule for the vast majority of his time.

So I think he's probably very different from the Lords of Hell before and now.

But one thing is certain, and that is his growing tendency to be orderly.

If you're looking to build a relationship or strengthen your business and trade ties, it's best not to go back on your tracks.

Otherwise, there is a high risk of frenzied retaliation at any cost.

As far as I know, anyone who provokes this, whether a mortal or a god, will not end well. ”

Farrow made an analysis from a professional point of view.

At this moment, the body is controlled by the sixteenth personality that he has just split off from, the ace spy who is completely loyal to the Egros demon in front of him.

And the personality of the master who is loyal to Zuosi is hidden in an unknown corner, silently watching Shemisaka's reactions and every move.

From now on, the hostess, who was once 100% trustworthy, has become an object to be guarded against.

After all, Shemisaka did not have more spies in the fifteen main factions, but not just one of Faro, but at least three or five.

And for the sake of confidentiality, no one knows the identity of the other party.

"Do you think I should work with this funny big devil?"

Shemisaka's tone was intensely uncertain.

Because as her trade with the ninth layer of hell continues to deepen, she has sensed the incredible speed and potential of the giant cyberpunk city, and she is eager to join in it.

In addition to this, she also hopes to establish a power of her own in the past, and transfer some of the property of Seal City to the past.

In this way, when she senses that the situation is not good, or if it begins to cause the Lady of Pain's idea, she can immediately run away to the ninth level of hell to take refuge.

The problem is that the laws and rules of operation in a huge cyberpunk city are too complicated, and they are very different from the rough management of Seal City, where each of the fifteen main factions is responsible for it.

Elections, voting, advertising, and political donations alone can be confusing to the uninitiated.

Therefore, according to Shemisaka's idea, it is best to make a deal directly with Zuo Si himself, using his power and intelligence network in Imprint City as a bargaining chip in exchange for the official umbrella in the ninth-layer cyberpunk city.

Of course, this is not allegiance or refuge, but just a cooperation.

Unless one day she can't get along in Seal City, she won't hand over her most valuable treasure.

Farrow was undoubtedly well aware of Yogros's thoughts, and replied bluntly, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't give any advice.

This kind of decision is something that only you can make.

If you choose to cooperate, I suggest you talk to Egsaro of the Brotherhood of Order in Sigil City.

As far as I know, he is the permanent head of the ninth level of Bato Hell sent to Seal City.

At least fifteen hundred devils and more than two thousand people with purgatory blood were at his command. ”

"Egsaró?"

Shemisaka quickly recalled in her mind a tall, personable, humorous Hellpurgatory.

Farrow nodded slightly: "Yes." While he may not be able to make any decisions on behalf of the Ninth Level, he is certainly qualified to send the news directly to his allegiance lord, and perhaps arrange a secret meeting in the Bone Cage City in the Sixteen Gate Cities. ”

"Okay, I got it."

Shemisaka seemed to hesitate and did not give a positive answer or reject it outright.

However, when it came to the Bone Cage City in the Sixteen Gate City, she suddenly thought of the batch of fine goods that were about to be transported from Bato's Hell.

If all goes well, the shipment will be able to earn at least ten times more profit.

As for the so-called "Sixteen Gate City", it was about 1,600 kilometers away from the Wuji Pinnacle below the Imprint City, surrounded by a small gathering place that was not too large.

In the vicinity of each of these settlements, there are a large number of portals to certain outer planes, hence the name "Gate City".

Among them, the portal near Bone Cage City will direct travelers to Bato Hell, Precision City will connect to Heavenly Mountain, Carnival City will connect to Elysium, Animal City will connect to the Garden of Beasts, Forest City will connect Unrestrained Wild, and Plague City will connect to the Bottomless Abyss......

In short, since the portals of the Marked City are always in an unstable state that may open or close at any time, caravans usually choose to travel through the Sixteen Gates to a specific plane.

"If you don't have any other orders, I'll quit first."

Farrow bowed gracefully, and began to slowly retreat into the shadows behind him.

"Wait! How do you think the gods are not the president of the Divine Society, Turns, will react to this defeat? ”

When his entire body was about to disappear into the shadows completely, Shemisaka suddenly stopped him.

"President Turnes will not react.

Because he is one of the very few people in this faction who still retains his sanity and has not completely gone mad, he still has respect for his belief in Mishakai, the goddess of medicine.

Of course, this respect comes only from the fact that the latter is a mortal who is constantly doing good deeds.

According to Amber, the leader of the Cultists of the Source, Turnes has made contact with a powerful and unknown Supreme God, and has a priest level of up to LV19, allowing him to perform [Miracles] at will without paying any price.

Now he has become desireless, and he doesn't even care how long he can remain the president.

Aside from a fierce ideological confrontation with Panta, the leader of the Order of the Guardian of Doom, who became an enemy, there was basically nothing to worry about.

In contrast, I think it's the radical guys in the Divine Order that should be more careful.

Because this time, they made a powerful magic device and wanted to blow up the temple of Ascatra into the sky. ”

With that, Farrow's figure disappeared into the darkness completely, as silent as when he came.

……

Meanwhile, far away on the other side of the Lady District of Imprint City.

The Hellpurgite Egsaro was drinking glass after glass at the bar of a tavern dedicated to the devil and creatures of the Purgatory's bloodline, looking a little depressed and anxious.

As a ninth-level person who was sent to Seal City to carry out intelligence gathering and conduct various secret transactions, he has been in this place for quite some time.

It's a pity that he has never been able to open up any situation, even if he can muster an army of 3,000 people at any time.

Although he was never urged or pressured, as a self-motivated devil, Egsaro would never allow himself to become a waste.

He has even greater ambitions and goals to achieve, eager to climb to higher positions before the power structure of the Ninth Plane is fully secured.

Whenever I think of this, there is a flame burning in the heart of the Deep Hell Purgatory.

When the guy raised his glass and poured a large amount of liquor that would have drunk mortals to death, and got up to try to contact his men to see what was going on, he suddenly saw a figure wrapped in a magic cloak and hood walk in from the doorway, and sit in the empty seat next to him.

Judging from his walking movements, demeanor, and long legs leaking from under his cloak, Egsaro immediately judged that this was an unfathomable pleasure demon, perhaps even stronger than himself.

Although the demons in Bato's Hell have a strict hierarchy, and each advanced form means higher status, power, and power, it is not completely absolute.

In order to stay in the field they are best at, many powerful devils will actively choose to give up the promotion of changing their form, but continue to accumulate divine energy to become stronger on the existing basis.

And usually these kinds of devils are important people under the lords of all levels.

Just as the Hellpurgatory was pondering which level the other party belonged to and which lord he was loyal to, the Pleasure Demon suddenly pulled his hood back, revealing an incomparably beautiful and delicate face, as well as a pair of lilac pupils, and greeted with a smile.

"Long time no see, Aguesaro.

You've really fallen for so long, and you haven't been able to pass back even a single bit of valuable information.

And a person hides in such a place and drinks heavily.

You weren't like this before, and you often did your best to get a valuable opportunity.

It was with this in mind that I would recommend you to become the head of Imprint City. ”

"You...... How did you get here! ”

The Deep Hell Purgatory's faint drunkenness was swept away in an instant, and a look of shock and disbelief appeared when his mouth was wide open.

Because the pleasure demon in front of him is none other than the exclusive secretary of the lord appointed by Zuo Si himself, the current lord of the fourth level of hell, Grand Duke Filna, and the biological daughter of his father, Gramir.

Her presence suddenly made Egsaro feel extremely nervous, for fear that the other party was here to convey the bad news that he had been demoted due to poor work.

After all, a "big man" like this, who is at the core of the power of the ninth-layer court, can cause ruin to the devil below even with a casual wave of his hand.

"Relax, I'm not here to dismiss you or announce that you're going to be punished. Quite the opposite. I have received a direct order from my lord to help you open the situation. ”

As he spoke, Gramiel took out a note written in purgatory script from the pouch he was carrying.

Egsaro only glanced at it, then immediately frowned, lowered his voice and cautiously probed, "This is a list of the times when Shemisaka's caravans will leave Bato's Hell and the goods they will buy?" Do you want me to take someone to grab this shipment? ”

"No, it's not you who go to rob it, but let those Shemisaka enemies do it. For example, she is in the biggest rival of Imprint City, the Titan Zedala. Gramir corrected with a slight curl of his mouth.

"Titan Zedara?

Yes!

I understand.

You mean to give this Yugros some trouble.

She had to beg for our heads.

In this way, a fragile cooperation can be established by selling favors.

As her business becomes more and more dependent on us, it is natural that she will begin to share the intelligence resources at hand. ”

Egsaro instantly understood the intentions behind the information at hand.

It is no secret that Shemisaka buys large quantities of highly addictive potions from the ninth layer of Hell and sells them in Seal City.

Or that all the merchants who buy such things in large quantities and the forces behind them will be found out by the devil's intelligence system.

What's more, because making money is too fast and easy, it will be easy to form an inseparable dependence.

Once the supply is suddenly cut off, it is bound to cause a rather terrible blow.

At present, Shemishaka's business, excluding the intelligence network on which it is based, and other businesses such as hotels, taverns, casinos, and special services may not be as profitable as one-fifth of the sales of potions.

Using this as a bargaining chip to open the situation is undoubtedly an excellent choice.

But Gramiel shook his head meaningfully: "No, you are wrong.

Lord Soth wants more than just sharing.

He wanted to swallow the sinister and cunning Yugros demon and the vast intelligence network she had woven in one gulp.

Your job is to create an opportunity and then act as an intermediary to match the matchmakers.

Leave the rest alone, I'll take care of it myself.

Do a good job and don't go wrong.

Otherwise, you'll be relegated to the status of a little devil. ”

With that, the Demon of Pleasure stood up and walked out of the tavern without looking back, disappearing at the end of the intricate streets of Seal City.

"Downgrade to a little devil? I won't be demoted! ”

With a terrifying red glow in his eyes, Egsaro casually threw a few gold coins at the bar table, and then left the tavern and began to plan how to get the news to Shemisaka's enemies as quickly as possible without being suspicious.

You don't need to ask to know that Gramir's sudden appearance and subsequent series of actions all came from Zuo Si's instructions.

The reason why Zuo Si made such a judgment was based on the conversation between the ace spy Faro and Shemisaka.

As dangerous sects began to emerge in Seal City in Askatra, he had to make sure he had first-hand information whenever these guys wanted to do something.

Otherwise, the strife, contradictions, and even wars between the fifteen major sects in Seal City may spread to the West Coast Empire at any time.

This is not alarmist.

Don't think that if there is a Lady of Pain, these mentally abnormal guys won't mess around.

In fact, there are a lot of crazy people in Imprint City every day, who want to challenge and even kill Lady Pain with their own hands.

Some of them simply want to make a name for themselves, while others are trying to seize the Lady of Pain's power and become the new Lord of Seal City.

In addition, Zuo Si vaguely remembered that due to the sharp conflict between the Harmony Society and the Doomsday Guardian Order, it eventually led to a great chaos among the fifteen main factions in Seal City.

The entire city of Seals was nearly completely destroyed in the riot.

It wasn't until someone gave the apparent Lady Pain's ultimatum, a truce or death, that calm finally returned.

Since then, all the leaders of the other fourteen factions, except for Rice, the leader of the Transcendental Society, have disappeared inexplicably.

Rumor has it that they caught the attention of the Lady of Pain, so they were all killed without mercy;

Others say that they were thrown into an endless labyrinth by the lady and that they will never return again in this life.

But one thing is certain, and that is that the city of Seals has been devastated.

It was precisely because he understood the horror of these factions that Zuo Si decided to infiltrate the city of Marks and establish a force of his own.

Of course, he will carefully control the scale, and try not to stimulate the sensitive nerves of the painful lady, let alone enter easily.

After all, no one knows what kind of attitude this person will have towards a great devil and traveling mage with similar powers.

Just as the operation of the Imprint City began, far away under the thick ice in the extreme north of the world where Plantia Floating City was located, several floating cities controlled by high-level undead casters suddenly broke through the ice and flew into the sky again.

But it's not like the previous situation of zombies, skeletons, and all kinds of stitched undead.

Now that all of these floating cities have been compleurated in black oil, both the creatures and the buildings are filled with a twisted abstract beauty of metal and flesh.

In particular, several floating cities have been almost completely transformed into ovals like flying saucers, and various mage towers and buildings are also covered in connected cabins, and the main body has changed from stone to an unknown alloy that shimmers with a silvery white glow.

Obviously, these guys, who thought they could live their lives behind closed doors, didn't expect that the diary had already secretly thrown the oil under the ice through magic.

And those low-level undead simply don't have enough intelligence to understand the process of oil infestation, let alone resist and report to their superiors, so they unknowingly completed a large-scale assimilation.

By the time some high-level undead casters reacted, it was too late to stop or escape.

"Hahahaha! The task was easier and more enjoyable than expected, and I was able to do it without even paying much attention to it. ”

The journal stood in the library of one of the towers in the middle of the Floating City, holding all the information about the profession of creator in one hand, and a beautiful vampire in cool clothes in the other, grinning wildly.

Behind him, followed by a group of thirty or so high-level undead spellcasters who should belong to legendary mages according to the calculation of the Faren Continent.

Under the transformation of the oil, these guys have all turned into images similar to space necrons, full of an inexplicable sense of technology.

Not only is it equipped with a large number of advanced and complex electronic instruments and mechanical limbs, but there are also thousands of freely moving magical turrets floating around and above the Butterfly Floating City.

The exposed bones of the skeleton warriors were replaced by harder metal bones, and the eyes were no longer two cold lights, but electronic eyes that flashed red.

The oil engine in the chest cavity roared continuously, providing it with power far unknown how many times stronger than before, making its combat power comparable to that of low-level magical constructs.

The only thing that needs to take some time at the moment is the huge glittering oil lake beneath the ice cavern that has begun to erode the earth's crust and ocean.

But the good thing is that this kind of thing doesn't need to be bothered by a diary.

All he had to do was to send the information of the creator's profession to Zuo Si as soon as possible, and then he could turn around and go to Shane VII to play with.

Compared to this sparsely populated and desolate world where civilization is still recovering, Diary clearly prefers another world with a large number of beauties of different races.

What's more, as the situation continues to escalate, it may not be long before a full-scale war breaks out over there.

He wouldn't miss this kind of excitement easily.

And so, armed with a few notes and a parchment scroll blessed with a large number of seals, the journal traveled directly through the portal of the floating city of Plantia to the mage tower in Ascatla, ready to ask for merit from his master.

(End of chapter)