A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

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

It is located in a place called "Outer Domain", which is closely connected to all other outer planes and is an infinitely vast saucer-shaped space.

In the center of this plane stands a cylindrical mountain peak of unknown height, known as the "Endless Peak", and the top of the peak is the famous Sigil City.

The biggest feature here is that the closer you are to the central "Wuji Peak", the more powerful interference, obstruction or even complete prohibition of magic and divine power you will receive.

Especially within a radius of 160 kilometers, all divine power and magic will be completely ineffective due to the intervention of plane power.

In other words, within this area, even if a powerful divine power comes in person, all the divine power will be removed and become the same as ordinary people, and the legendary casters can only pick up the guy and fight hand-to-hand.

And beyond this core area, every 160 kilometers extending outward, the restrictions on magic and divine power will be slightly weakened.

At a radius of 320 kilometers, the powerful divine power can restore part of the strength, and the caster can barely cast a spell, although there will still be a very high probability of failure due to obstacles.

Due to its extreme rejection of divine power, Outland is really not a good place for the gods.

Because once they come here, they will be exposed to huge dangers.

It is even possible to be killed by demons, demons, yugoloths, or even mortals.

Likewise, spellcasters don't like Outland very much.

Because they couldn't display their original strength at all, but were reduced to rolling up their sleeves and fighting hand-to-hand like the most despised warriors.

But fortunately, due to unknown reasons, perhaps because of the existence of the Lady of Pain, or perhaps because it has too many portals connecting to other planes, all magic can be used normally in Sigil City.

But once they leave the walls of Sigil, the high-level spellcasters will lose the powerful power they are proud of.

Many savvy assassins, warriors, monks, and rangers will cleverly use this to deal with enemy spellcasters.

Smart spellcasters will also try to avoid getting close to the edge of the city wall to avoid being plotted by enemies with ulterior motives.

But unlike magic, gods, whether they are incarnations, saints or true beings, are still strictly prohibited from approaching.

Otherwise, those unlucky people in the history of Sigil whose bodies were cut into pieces and thrown into the star realm by the Lady of Pain in front of everyone are the best examples.

This powerful being who has existed since the birth of Sigil and protected it from the influence of gods has never conducted any form of communication, nor has there been any negotiation, warning, or any understandable action language.

She is like a machine that obeys certain rules of action, ruthlessly destroying all targets that attract her "attention".

Whether the target is a mortal or a god makes no essential difference to the Lady of Pain.

Besides, the number of lucky people who have escaped from her so far can be counted on two hands.

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

As the "Queen of the Underworld" who controls the underground world and the vast intelligence network of Sigil, the high-level yugoloth demon Shemishaka undoubtedly knows very well that one of the rules that must be followed in order to live here is to never cause pain. Attention ladies.

Otherwise, regardless of whether you are the chosen one of a powerful god or even a god above the gods, or a messenger representing Asmodeus, the Lord of Baator Hell, and the Supreme Will of the Abyss, you will inevitably die in the end.

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

This is why, only in Sigil can you see demons and demons who should be fighting to death sitting together drinking and chatting, and celestial beings making various deals with the Yugoloth demons they hate most.

It's not that they don't want to strangle their enemies immediately, but they are simply afraid of Lady Pain's unexplainable and unrivaled terrifying power.

At this moment, Shemishaka was standing in front of a mirror, admiring her appearance that was far superior to her peers.

It is completely different from the ordinary yugoloth demon whose head looks a bit like a dirty jackal. Her head looks closer to a beautiful and charming fox. Her spotless golden hair is soft and neat, with thin white stripes from The long, sharp beak ends at the corner of the mouth.

The body is completely like a sexy human woman, always wearing a tight robe with a tube top on the upper body and a long skirt on the lower body, perfectly showing off her convex and curvy figure.

However, the hands and feet are still shaped between fingers and claws.

And this guy, like Zuo Si, has colorful rings on his fingers.

To be precise, it's more exaggerated.

Because Zuo Si only wore one on each finger, Keshemisaka often wore one on each finger, and occasionally two or three on one finger, which looked full of jewels.

A wretched-looking tiefling was holding a mirror with both hands, putting on a humble and flattering look, asking for favors from his mistress.

There was also a group of tiefling followers nearby who were eager to rush forward and kneel down to lick the mistress's toes in place of this favored guy.

Because Shemisaka is to a certain extent the "Underground Queen" of Sigil, the most powerful ruler second only to the Lady of Pain.

Whether it is the fifteen major factions or the various industries that maintain the functioning of society, her shadow can be vaguely seen behind them.

There are even rumors that a quarter of the gold coins circulating in the city ended up in the pockets of this cunning, cunning and extremely fickle high yugoloth demon.

As for what the truth is, no one knows.

After all, Shemishaka never trusted anyone, let alone allowed anyone to pry into her important privacy.

Even these loyal followers who are selected can usually only work for about six months.

Among them, those who perform well will be put in charge of the "business" of a certain area, while those who perform poorly will be brutally eliminated and die.

With his superb trading skills and his understanding of the extremely complex and interlocking factional struggles within Sigil, Shemisaka has truly become a unique and powerful force through intelligence.

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

This thrill and excitement of dancing on the blade gave this female yugoloth an addictive feeling that cannot be described in words.

After all, each of the fifteen major factions in Sigil has the power to kill them.

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

Therefore, Shemishaka has reason to believe that he has become some kind of deep-seated operating law of the city and has become an indispensable part of the structure.

Thinking of this, the corners of her fox-like mouth slightly raised with a proud smile. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror and asked: "Kurkuk, Panta, the president of the Doomsday Guard Order, send me the money you owe me." Yet?

Last time, he promised that as long as he could get the latest patrol route of the Harmony Society, he would be willing to pay fifteen hundred soul prisms or gold coins of equivalent value.

This is a big deal.

I also hope to use this money to purchase some alchemical potions that can make people feel ecstatic from the devils in the ninth level of hell, and sell them in various taverns, casinos and special service places in Sigil City.

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

Many people can never leave them once they have used them, and are even willing to sell everything for them, even their own souls. "

The tiefling, holding the mirror, responded quickly: "The money has already been received, ma'am.

However, President Panta played a little trick and deliberately paid only half of the soul prism and the other half in gold coins.

In a deal with the devil on the ninth level of hell, the purchasing power of the soul prism is 20% higher than that of gold coins.

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

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

Many merchants are exchanging the precious metal currencies on hand into soul prisms to hoard them for trade with the devil.

This way you can get the most in-demand goods before other competitors.

I thought maybe this was an opportunity to make a profit on the difference.

You can use the intelligence network to spread the word that the devils are preparing to purchase soul prisms on a large scale at high prices, and then sell all the soul prisms on hand when the price rises to the top.

You're sure to make a lot of money this way.

Afterwards, he took the initiative to expose this rumor and caused the price of the soul prism to drop, and then used the profits earned to buy it at a low price.

Finally, he took the soul prism to make a deal with the devil in exchange for the best-selling potions in Sigil City to seize the market and drive out other competitors as much as possible.

Once you completely monopolize the entire industry, you can set the price at will, increasing the original price of the medicine tenfold.

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

What's more, you can also use this to control them, making them obey your will and die for your great plan. "

As these words blurted out, the tiefling's face, full of insidiousness, cunning and viciousness, slowly emerged from the side of the mirror, forming a commanding image with the yugoloth's pale yellow beast-like eyes. A creepy picture.

From the conversation between the two, it is easy to see that Sigil is definitely an extremely dangerous place that eats people without spitting out their bones.

Here you can clearly feel the conflict between order and chaos, and hear various understandings and explanations of the truth and nature of the universe, as well as all kinds of strange philosophical views, and even speculations about the origins of Sigil 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, we can get a glimpse of this from the fact that among the fifteen major factions in Sigil, only one of them is generally inclined to be good, the Harmony Society.

Although those celestial beings and paladins who advocate kindness and justice will also do their best to help those in need.

But in terms of quantity, it is far from the evil-inclined demons, devils, yugoloths, tieflings, Cambions, undead creatures, and countless mortals who have fallen into madness and mental illness. .

Shemishaka stretched out her furry paws and gently scratched Kurukuk's cheek with the sharp nails protruding from the flesh pad, leaving a faint blood stain on it, using an expression without any emotion. He said in a tone of voice: "You are really getting smarter and smarter, my little follower.

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

Do you still remember how I taught you how to survive in Sigil?

Never try to be the first, let alone take the initiative to cause trouble.

Otherwise, not to mention the complex factional struggles and some dangerous lunatics who simply cannot be bribed, simply attracting the attention of Lady Pain would mean disaster.

But you have obviously forgotten this now, and have begun to act like those ambitious fools and prime material plane guys, trying to rule and dominate Sigil.

Since this is the first time, I forgive you.

But if there is a second time, then I may have to say goodbye to you. "

moment!

Tiefling, who was holding the mirror, suddenly showed a very frightened expression. He tried his best to control his hands holding the mirror from shaking, and allowed the blood to slowly drip down the wound.

Others around him were also so frightened that they held their breath and did not dare to make even the slightest sound.

Because they know that the majesty and elegance of the hostess are actually a deliberate disguise. In their hearts, they always regard everyone except themselves as maggots who can be stepped on and ravaged at will.

If she is really angry, she will tear off all disguises in the next second and reveal the vicious and cruel nature of the yugoloth.

Many tiefling servants failed to see this clearly, and as a result, they accidentally offended their mistress and were torn into pieces on the spot.

Shemishakar obviously enjoyed the awe and fear that radiated from the depths of his soul.

Just when she was about to use the topic to teach these followers a lesson, a person suddenly ran in from the outside and exuded a stench all over his body. He looked like some kind of zombie that was awakened through necromancy magic, but at the same time had a complete soul and intelligence.

I saw this guy directly passed over the tiefling followers, went straight to the yugoloth demon, and handed over a note with several special symbols printed on it.

Shemishaka just glanced at it and immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to leave.

In less than a few seconds, both the tiefling and the zombie who delivered the message completely disappeared from the room without a trace.

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

The words have not yet been spoken!

The slender shadow elf slowly walked out of the darkness, put one hand on his chest and bowed to the yugoloth demon.

"Madam, as per your request, I have followed the Association of Gods and Non-Gods to the Faerûn continent of Toril and obtained a lot of useful information.

However, there was a little accident during the process.

The clone of Doakes may have been exposed and cannot be used again in the future.

In addition, I also found that the Doom Guards Cult has also established a stronghold there, but there has been no major action for the time being. "

"Oh? What about the madmen whose gods are not gods? What will be their ending?" Shemisaka asked with interest.

Farrow answered without thinking: "It's no different from all the previous plans. The entire manpower sent by the Godless Church was directly wiped out by the local God's Church and the rulers. There was no chance from the beginning to the end."

"Hmph! It's just as expected.

These poor guys were not even willing to spend money to buy a piece of information from me before setting off.

Coupled with those extreme thoughts and behaviors, being surrounded and suppressed is almost certain. "

Shemishakar was obviously not surprised by this result.

In other words, if the plan of the Council of Gods succeeds, that will be something new in Sigil.

After all, they clearly regarded the extremely powerful gods as their enemies.

The most important thing is that the non-god society is too poor. Even the headquarters of the Broken Temple in the lower area is a scene full of ruins and rubble, and has never been considered for repair.

It is said that it was caused by the Lady of Pain while fighting an invading god from Sigil.

Naturally, Shemishaka couldn't have any good impressions of this faction that had no chance of spending a lot of money to buy information from him.

After a brief moment of silence, she finally stopped staring at the mirror, turned around and looked at the best ace spy up and down, touched her chin with her furry paws and continued to ask: "You are going to Faerûn in Toril this time. , have you met Soth, the lord of the ninth level of hell? What is your first impression? What does the empire he established in the material world look like?"

"In this regard, I have compiled a note with all the information you are interested in."

As he said this, Farrow took out dozens of sheets of paper with tiny writing written on them from his pocket, bound them together, and handed them over.

Shemisaka took over and scanned the above content at a very fast speed. It took less than a minute to read it all. A look of extreme surprise appeared on his fox-like face: "Are you sure that this big devil is in the material world?" What he did? He didn't seem evil or cruel, or even like a devil at all, at least not like the devil I know."

"Madam, Lord Soth did not transform from a mortal to a great devil for a long time, and he did not even stay at the ninth level of his rule for most of the time.

So I think he may be very different from the previous and current Hell Lords.

But one thing is certain, and that is his increasingly strong lawful tendencies.

If you want to establish a cooperative relationship or strengthen business and trade exchanges, it is best not to go back on your words and use too many tricks.

Otherwise, it is very likely to lead to crazy revenge at any cost.

As far as I know, anyone who has provoked this person, whether mortal or god, will end badly. "

Farrow made some analysis from a professional perspective.

At this moment, the person controlling his body was his sixteenth personality that had just split off not long ago, the ace spy who was completely loyal to the yugoloth demon in front of him.

The main personality loyal to Zuo Si is hidden in an unknown corner, silently spying on Shemisaka's reactions and every move.

From now on, the mistress who could be trusted 100% has become someone to be wary of.

After all, Shemisaka has installed more than one spy in the fifteen major factions, but at least three or five.

And to keep the relationship confidential, no one knows the identity of the other.

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

There was strong uncertainty in Shemishaka's voice.

Because as her trade with the ninth level of hell continues to deepen, she has become aware of the terrifying development speed and huge potential of the huge cyberpunk city, and is eager to join in and get a piece of the pie.

In addition, she also hopes to establish a power of her own and transfer some of Sigil's properties there.

In this way, when she senses that something bad is going on, or starts to arouse Lady Pain's thoughts, she can immediately run away to the ninth level of hell to seek refuge.

But the problem is that the laws and operating rules of a huge cyberpunk city are too complicated, which is completely different from the rough management method of Sigil, where the fifteen main factions are each responsible for a share.

Just the operation of elections, voting, advertising, and political donations can leave a layman scratching his head.

So according to Shemisaka's idea, it would be best to make a deal directly with Zuo Si himself, using his power and intelligence network in Sigil City as a bargaining chip in exchange for the official protective umbrella in the ninth-level cyberpunk city.

Of course, this is not allegiance or surrender, just a kind of cooperation.

Unless one day she can no longer survive in Sigil City, otherwise she will not hand over her most precious asset.

Farrow undoubtedly knew what the yugoloth was thinking, and responded bluntly: "Sorry, ma'am, I can't give you any advice.

This is a decision only you can make.

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

As far as I know, he is the person in charge assigned to Sigil from the ninth level of Baator Hell.

There are at least 1,500 devils and more than 2,000 guys with purgatory blood obeying his orders and dispatches. "

"Egasaro?"

Shemishaka quickly recalled in his mind a tall hell fiend who was always personable and humorous.

Farrow nodded slightly: "Yes. Although 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 the lords he is loyal to. Maybe he can also arrange a visit to the sixteenth level. Have a secret meeting in the Bone Cage City in the Gate City.”

"ok, I get it."

Shemishaka seemed to be still hesitating, neither giving a positive answer nor outright refusal.

However, when she mentioned the Bone Cage City among the Sixteen-Gate City, she suddenly thought of the batch of fine goods that were about to be transported from Baator Hell.

If all goes well, this shipment will earn him at least ten times more profit.

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

Near each gathering place, there are a large number of portals leading to specific outer planes, hence the name "Gate City".

Among them, the teleportation gate near Bone Cage City will direct travelers to Baator Hell, Precision City is connected to Paradise Mountain, Carnival City is connected to Elysium, Zootopia is connected to Beast Garden, Forest City is connected to Unrestrained Wilderness, and Plague City is connected. Bottomless abyss...

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

"If you don't have any other instructions, I'll take my leave now."

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

"Wait a minute! How do you think Tens, the president of the Godless Society, will react to this failure?"

When his whole body was about to disappear into the shadows, Shemishaka suddenly stopped him.

“President Turns will have no reaction.

Because he is one of the very few people in this faction who still retains his sanity and has not gone completely crazy. He even still has respect for the medical goddess Mishakai whom he once believed in.

Of course, this kind of respect only comes from the fact that the latter is a mortal who keeps doing good things.

According to Amber, the leader of the Source Believers Association, Ternes has made contact with a powerful and unknown supreme true god, and has a priest level as high as LV19, which can be used at will without paying any price. Miracles].

Now he has become so desireless that he doesn't even care how long he can maintain his status as president.

Except for the fierce ideological conflict with Panta, the president of the Doom Guard Order, who became an enemy, there was basically nothing to worry about.

In contrast, I think it’s the radical guys in the Godless Society who should pay more attention.

Because this time, they built a powerful magic device and wanted to blow up the entire temple of Askatra. "

After saying these words, Farrow's figure completely disappeared into the darkness, as quietly as when he came.

…

At the same time, on the other side of Sigil City's ladies area.

The Hell Demon Aigsaro was drinking one cup after another at the bar of a tavern that specialized in serving devils and creatures with purgatory blood. He seemed a little depressed and anxious.

Because he was sent to Sigil City at the ninth level to be responsible for collecting intelligence and conducting various undercover transactions, and he had been here for quite some time.

It is a pity that he has never been able to open up any situation, even if he can summon an army of three thousand people at any time.

Although there was never any urging or pressure from above, as a self-motivated devil, Aigsaro would never allow himself to become a waste of time.

He also has greater ambitions and goals to achieve, and is eager to climb to a higher position before the power structure of the ninth level is completely stabilized.

Whenever he thinks of this, a fire is burning in the heart of the Hell Fiend.

When this guy raised his cup and drank a large amount of strong liquor that could make a mortal drunk to death, he stood up and was about to try again to contact his subordinates to see what progress he had, when he suddenly saw a man whose whole body was wrapped in magic. The figure in the cloak and hood walked in from the door and sat down on the empty seat next to him.

From the movements and demeanor when walking and the long legs leaking out from under the cloak, Aigsaro immediately judged that this was a pleasure demon with unfathomable strength, and might even be stronger than himself.

Although the devils in Baator 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 forms, but instead continue to accumulate sacred energy and become stronger based on the existing basis.

Usually such devils are important figures under lords at all levels.

Just when the Hell Fiend was wondering which level the other party belonged to and which lord he was loyal to, the Pleasure Demon suddenly pulled back his hood, revealing an extremely beautiful and delicate face and a pair of lavender pupils. He smiled and said hello.

"Long time no see, Aigsaro.

You are really depraved. You haven't been able to send back any valuable information for so long.

And he was hiding alone in a place like this and drinking alcohol.

You were not like this before. You often tried your best to get a precious opportunity.

It was because of this that I recommended you to become the person in charge of Sigil. "

"You...why are you here!"

The slight drunkenness of the Hell Fiend was instantly wiped away, and his mouth opened wide with an expression of shock and disbelief.

Because the pleasure demon in front of him was none other than the lord's exclusive secretary appointed by Zuo Si himself, the biological daughter of Archduke Fierna, the current lord of the fourth level of hell, and his father - Gramir.

Her appearance immediately made Aigsaro feel extremely nervous, fearing 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 floor of the palace can cause catastrophe to the devils below even with a casual wave of his hand.

"Relax, I'm not here to remove you from your post or announce that you will be punished. Quite the contrary. I received a direct order from the lord and am here to help you open up the situation."

As he spoke, Gramir took out a note written in purgatory script from the small bag he carried.

Aigsaro only glanced at it and immediately frowned. He lowered his voice and tried carefully: "Is this a list of the time when Shemisaka's caravan left Baator Hell and the list of goods they purchased? Do you want Shall I take someone to snatch this batch of goods?"

"No, you are not going to rob it, but let those enemies of Shemishaka do it. For example, her biggest rival in Sigil - Titan Zedara." Gramir corrected him with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Titan Zedara?

ah!

I see.

You mean to cause some trouble for this yugoloth.

Let her have to beg to our heads.

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

As her business became more and more dependent on us, she naturally began to share the intelligence resources at hand. "

Aigsaro instantly understood the hidden intention behind the information at hand.

It is no secret that Shemishaka buys highly addictive potions from the ninth level of hell in large quantities and sells them in Sigil.

In other words, all businessmen who buy such things in large quantities and the forces behind them will be clearly discovered by the devil's intelligence system.

More importantly, because making money is too fast and too easy, it can easily form an inseparable dependence.

Once the supply is suddenly cut off, it will inevitably cause a terrible blow.

At present, Shemisaka's business, excluding the intelligence network that is its foundation, and other businesses such as hotels, taverns, casinos, special service industries, etc., may not make as much as one-fifth of the profit from selling potions.

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

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

Lord Soth wants more than just sharing.

He wanted to swallow up this insidious and cunning yugoloth demon and the huge intelligence network she had spun.

Your job is to create an opportunity and then act as a middleman to bridge the gap.

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

Do your best and don't let anything go wrong again.

Otherwise, you're just waiting to be demoted to a little devil. "

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

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

A terrifying red light burst out from Egasaro's eyes, and he threw a few gold coins on the bar table. He then left the tavern and began to plan how to get the news out as quickly as possible without being suspected by the other party. delivered to the enemies of Shemisaka.

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 Zuo Si made this judgment was based on the conversation between the ace spies Farrow and Shemisaka.

Since dangerous sects from Sigil began to appear in Ascaltra, he had to ensure that he could get first-hand information when these guys wanted to cause trouble.

Otherwise, the battles, conflicts and even wars among the fifteen main sects in Sigil may spread to the West Coast Empire at any time.

This is not an alarmist statement.

Don't think that these mentally disturbed guys won't mess around if the Lady of Pain is there to control the situation.

In fact, there are a lot of madmen in Sigil every day who want to challenge or even kill the Lady of Pain with their own hands.

Some of them simply want to make a name for themselves, while others are trying to seize the powerful power of the Lady of Pain to become the new Lord of Sigil.

In addition, Zuo Si also vaguely remembered that the sharp conflict between the Harmony Society and the Doom Guard Order eventually triggered a chaos among the fifteen major factions in Sigil.

The entire Sigil City was almost completely destroyed in the riot.

It wasn't until someone issued an ultimatum from the Lady of Pain: armistice or death that everything finally returned to calm.

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

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

Others say they were thrown into an endless maze by the lady, from which they will never be able to return again in their lifetime.

But one thing is certain, that is, Sigil suffered an almost devastating blow.

It was precisely because he understood the terror of these factions that Zuo Si decided to infiltrate Sigil City 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 knew how this person would treat a great devil and planeswalker with quasi-divine powers.

Just when the operation in Sigil City began, far under the thick ice in the far north of the world where the floating city of Plantia was located, several floating cities controlled by high-level undead spellcasters suddenly broke through the ice with a bang. Once it flew into the sky.

But it's different from the previous situation full of zombies, skeletons and various stitched undead.

Nowadays, all these floating cities have been completed by black glittering oil. Both creatures and buildings are filled with a twisted abstract beauty that is a mixture of metal and flesh.

In particular, several floating cities were basically transformed into ovals like flying saucers. Various mage towers and buildings were also covered by connected cabins, and the main body changed from stone to one shimmering with silvery white light. Unknown alloy.

Obviously, these guys who thought they could live their own lives behind closed doors never expected that the diary had already secretly thrown the oil under the ice through magic.

Those low-level undead did not have enough intelligence to understand the process of Shimmering Oil infection, nor did they know how to resist and report to their superiors, so they completed large-scale assimilation without knowing it.

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

"Hahahaha! This task is really easier and more enjoyable than expected. I completed it without paying much attention to it."

The diary stood in the library of one of the central towers of the floating city. In one hand, he held all the information about the profession of creator. In the other hand, he hugged a beautiful vampire in cool clothes and grinned. Unbridled laughter.

Behind him, followed a group of more than thirty high-level undead spellcasters who should be considered legendary mages according to Faerûn.

Under the transformation of Shuoyou, these guys have all turned into Necron-like images, 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 magic turrets floating around and above the butterfly-shaped floating city.

The exposed bones of those skeleton warriors were without exception replaced by harder metal bones, and the eye sockets were no longer two points of cold light, but electronic eyes flashing with red light.

The oil engine in the chest keeps roaring, providing it with power that is many times more powerful than before, making its combat effectiveness comparable to low-level magic constructs.

The only thing that needs some time to deal with now is the huge glistening oil lake under the ice cave that has begun to erode the earth's crust and ocean.

But fortunately, this kind of thing does not require a diary to worry about.

What he had to do was to get the information about the creator profession to Zuo Si as soon as possible, and then he could turn around and go find Xia En VII to play with him.

Compared to this deserted world with a sparse population and civilization still in the recovery stage, the diary obviously prefers another world with a large number of beauties of different races.

What's more, as the situation continues to escalate, a full-scale war may break out over there soon.

He would not easily miss such excitement.

In this way, with a few notebooks and parchment scrolls blessed with numerous seals, the diary went directly to the mage tower of Askatra through the portal of Plantia Floating City to prepare to claim credit from its master.