A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

It's over, it's all over.

Looking at Griffith's body transformed back into human form, and the bloody head in his hand, Gus felt that the mysterious power that had just been on him had completely faded away, and a large amount of strengthening magic had also disappeared without a trace.

Now he has changed from an omnipotent God of War to a mortal, and even the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand seems extremely heavy.

Oh, no, not all power is gone.

There was still a little bit of soul energy left in the electorate, which had not been consumed by the all-out blow just now.

But these don't matter anymore.

Because for Gus, from the moment he cut off Griffith's head, all his previous anger, hatred, and pain were relieved in an instant, just like those emotions that had troubled him and almost drove him crazy. It's as if they no longer exist. Even if you die immediately, you won't have any regrets.

Is this the emptiness after the legendary revenge?

Or is it the effect of that unspeakable mysterious force?

Gus didn't know what was going on with his current state. He was slumped next to the huge corpse, looking around with eyes blankly, not wanting to speak or move.

Just when he was assuming that he wanted to stay here for the rest of his life, Zuo Si's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"You did not disappoint me and successfully defeated the God of the Abyss. As a reward, I can now help you realize a wish."

"Wish? Can any wish come true?"

Gus' originally dilated pupils began to focus again, and he turned his head to stare at the demon who helped him complete his revenge.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes. Even if it is to resurrect someone who has died, or to become the emperor who rules the continent and holds the highest power."

Hearing this, an excited expression finally appeared on Gus' dull face. He stood up suddenly and asked, "Then can you return that poor child to me? It was me who failed to protect him in the first place. Now I hope to have the opportunity to make up for this debt.”

"sure.

But are you sure you want to waste this precious opportunity just to get that kid back?

Don’t you desire things like power, wealth, strength, and eternal life?

You know, I rarely allow others to make wishes and turn them into reality. "

Zuo Si stared into the other person's eyes, wanting to confirm whether this child of destiny would be eroded by desire after losing the favor of fate.

But Gus, being Gus himself, answered without even the slightest hesitation: “No, no need to.

I just want my own child back.

Because I owe him this, and I must spend my whole life making up for it.

As for power, wealth, strength and immortality, they have never been what I pursue.

I just want a home and a place to belong. "

"In that case, I will fulfill your wish."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and began to release the energy of life. In just a few seconds, the shadow of a twisted baby appeared out of thin air.

Immediately after this, the baby began to become normal under the influence of huge vitality, and turned from a shadow into a reality.

Finally, it suddenly let out a loud cry, and moved its hands and feet restlessly, looking extremely healthy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Casca seemed to sense something, and quickly rushed over from a distance and held the little baby in her arms, kissing and shedding tears.

Gus threw away the dragon-slaying sword and the blood-stained head in his hand, stretched out his trembling hand and gently touched the baby's forehead, feeling the warmth emanating from this little guy, and his eyes once again ignited hope for the future life.

There is no doubt that his reaction fully demonstrates how much influence family and descendants have on a person.

If he were alone and without worries, Gus would most likely be devoured by the vengeful beast bred in his heart.

Without this child, he will most likely become confused and sink after completing his revenge, lose his life goals and desire for life, and live in confusion every day until one day he dies alone.

But at this moment, after seeing his child come back from the dead, he almost instantly assumed the role of father and began to plan how to give this little guy a happy and fulfilling childhood.

Because Gus did not feel much family affection and the warmth of home when he was young, and out of compensatory psychology he longed for his children to have all this.

For this reason, he can endure hard work day and night, and can endure the exploitation and oppression of the ruling class.

As a saying goes, the family is the smallest unit that makes up society. As long as this unit remains stable and ensures that the common people have food to eat, then theoretically there will be no large-scale turmoil in society.

But once this smallest unit begins to fragment, and society begins to use fragmented individuals as the smallest unit, many fatal problems will appear one after another.

There will also be an increase in horrific violent crimes of all kinds.

After all, people are often in the most dangerous state when they have nothing to worry about. A few quarrels and quarrels may even develop into criminal cases that cause serious injury or even death.

Seeing the warm scene of the Gus family, Hansel finally couldn't help lowering his voice and asked: "Father, how did you resurrect a newborn baby?

He shouldn't have developed sanity and self-awareness yet, right?

Such a living body will only produce a small piece of soul fragment at most, and it will dissipate quickly.

Theoretically, it is impossible to resurrect through normal means. "

"resurrection?

Haha, who told you that was resurrection?

I just created a new baby using their genes.

After all, Gus's wish was to have that kid back, and I granted it based on my understanding.

Look, isn't his current reaction very satisfying? "

A playful smile appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Obviously, the child of Gus and Casca had already been used as a disposable consumable, sacrificed when disintegrating the God of the Abyss from the inside, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

What just happened was just an illusion he deliberately created to make the two of them think that the resurrected one was the dead demon baby.

After all, this genetic and blood connection is real.

"So...you misinterpreted his wishes?"

Hansel was suddenly surprised.

"Misinterpretation?

No, it's a misinterpretation if it's discovered, but it's a perfect realization of his wish if it's not discovered.

Remember, lies and deception do not exist in this world in the true sense.

It just depends on whether your little trick is discovered or not.

If not, then this is a hard fact. "

After that, Zuo Si ignored Hansel's reaction and went straight to the Hands of God who were already standing motionless like fools.

The reason why this situation occurs is because the God of the Abyss has disappeared, and the most important spiritual essence that constitutes their life form has also disappeared, so now all of them can basically be called idiots with incomplete souls.

Although there is still some consciousness and memory left, it is already infinitely close to a vegetative state.

In fact, not only them, but the apostles were also the same.

The more apostles who accept the power of the abyss and get closer to evil thoughts, the more serious the numbness and sluggishness will be.

On the contrary, apostles like Zod and Gurren Belludo, who were less affected by the power of the abyss, rarely killed civilians at will, and had relatively well-preserved self-awareness, managed to survive.

After they felt the God of the Abyss disappear, they immediately chose to turn around and run away. Now they don't know where they are hiding.

But this is no longer important.

Because without the support of the power of the abyss, they can no longer transform into the apostle form, but linger on as cripples with incomplete souls and spirits.

Zuo Si briefly confirmed the status of the Hand of God, and then absorbed it to establish a connection and transform it into an extension of his own power.

In other words, he recruited these God's Hands as his minions.

In just a few seconds, all four God Hands except Griffith surrendered at the feet of their new master, without any resistance or struggle.

At this point, Zuo Si finally completed all the set goals, leaving an avatar in place, and then activated the Planeswalker Spark and disappeared in place.

The next second...

He appeared in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

Although they did not deliberately show off their power, the devils, who were always very sensitive, immediately noticed the pure evil aura exuded by their lord, and they all raised their heads and paid attention.

Especially Gramir, the lord's secretary who was very close to him, came up almost immediately, took a deep breath close to his chest, and then sighed with an intoxicated expression: "Ah! This unparalleled fragrance The taste is just so pleasant.

Congratulations, my noble master.

You have taken another vital step towards the end of evil.

Maybe you're on par with Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, in terms of evil. "

"Haha, you are really getting better and better at talking."

Zuo Si reached out and gently touched the beautiful cheek of the pleasure demon, but soon pushed him away gently and walked straight to the throne that belonged to him.

After sitting down, he asked with great interest: "During the time I left, was the rebellion launched in my name completely over?"

Gramir nodded without thinking: "Of course!

According to what the Lord of Hell has announced to the outside world, he and you only had a minor misunderstanding and have now reconciled.

Moreover, all the lords involved in this civil strife were basically not punished in any way, and everything returned to calm.

There are even rumors that you are now on an equal footing with Asmodeus, and that Baator Hell is officially entering the era of dual-headed politics. "

“Pfft hahaha!

Dual politics?

The guy who can say this really knows nothing about the order represented by the hell plane.

In the second largest plane of order after the mechanical realm, everything must be hierarchical.

Even if certain compromises are occasionally made for the sake of evil, such compromises must not threaten the dominance of order.

So until I decide to integrate the will of Baator's hell plane, Asmodeus's status is unshakable.

What's more, this incident was originally launched at his request. "

Zuo Si expressed his attitude towards these baseless rumors with a smile.

"I think so too. But the problem is that many devils under your command have begun to believe this rumor and are eager to help you go further."

Gramir shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

After all, the devils are recognized as the most ambitious, and they also like to scramble for the first place and become crazy involution.

In their eyes, if the lord doesn't make progress, how can he make progress?

So it doesn't matter whether Zuo Si thinks about it or not. What matters is that he has such power and influence.

"It doesn't matter, just let them do whatever they want.

But if anyone dares to cross the red line, he will be sent directly to the bloody front line and Zariel will be responsible for handling it.

If there's nothing else, I'm going to Nassus to see the Lord of Hell.

Because he still owes me an answer. "

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's figure began to gradually become transparent until finally disappearing completely.

Answer?

A look of confusion appeared on Gramir's face.

Although she knew that the civil war in Baator Hell was actually a play between the Lord of Hell and his own lord, she did not understand the profound meaning contained in it.

Especially why Asmodeus launched this civil war to waste his own strength, and what kind of conspiracy and intention he had.

You must know that the devil is naturally very sensitive to intrigues and politics.

Especially for a noble-born pleasure demon like Gramir, who has grown up in a palace on the fourth level since he was a child. He has seen too many series of incredible conspiracies and conspiracies. It is impossible to know who is the real one until the last moment. The mastermind behind the scenes.

So when she realized that this might involve the biggest secret about Baator Hell, her whole body became excited. Even her waist twisted even more than usual when she walked, looking full of temptation.

Because this means that she has stood at the top of the devil's power pyramid, and even knows more than the lords at other levels.

…

At the same time, far away in Marchem Castle on the last level of hell, Asmodeus was holding a bottle of wine and pouring it into two glasses, and then handed one of the glasses to Zuo Si, who was close at hand.

"Here, have a taste, this is the most extreme taste of evil.

Thanks to you for collecting a large number of high quality evil souls from another universe.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to brew soul wine of this quality.

And I think you should be able to taste the beauty of it now, right? "

While saying these words, Hell looked at Zuo Si with meaningful eyes, as if he had seen the evil heart hidden in his soul through his body.

It is the crystallization of evil condensed by mortals, and it is also the most extensive, representative and universally valuable definition of evil.

Moreover, Zuo Si also abstracted it into a concept and combined it with his own power.

With such a powerful force, even the Lord of Hell, who has been blessed by the will of the plane, can't help but feel threatened.

Because if Zuo Si is willing, he can separate the powerful ninth plane from Baator Hell at any time to form an independent outer plane.

In other words, he changed from being attached to hell to a truly equal partnership.

Even Asmodeus must talk to him in a consultative tone rather than a commanding tone.

"Thank you."

Zuo Si raised his glass with a smile, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

When the evil thoughts, memories and pain entered his body along with the wine, he immediately felt an unprecedented beauty, as if a piece of beautiful music sounded in his mind.

At this moment, he finally understood why both demons and devils like to use sinful souls to brew wine.

Only when you are completely integrated into evil and understand evil can you taste the taste that contains the essence of evil.

Asmodeus also drank a gulp, then put down the empty cup and said in a slightly emotional tone: "My young friend, your growth rate is really far beyond my expectation. Although I have known it for a long time. You will have this day sooner or later, but you don’t expect it to come so quickly.”

"Don't worry, I have no intention of leaving Baator Hell, at least not yet. So our cooperation can still continue. And you still owe me an answer, don't you?"

Zuo Si asked meaningfully.

"Hahahaha! That's right, I still owe you an answer. Come on, the answer will be revealed when things go smoothly."

Asmodeus laughed and raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Along with the crisp sound, the scenery in front of the two people changed instantly, directly from inside the Marchemburg to the sky above a huge and bottomless canyon.

Looking down, you can clearly see countless devils flying around the cliffs of the pit. The number of hell fiends alone is greater than the entire other levels of Baator Hell combined. I don’t know how many times more it will be.

As for the other demons, they are constantly surging like a tide, seemingly constantly cleaning up the black and filthy blood emerging from the depths of the canyon.

Every once in a while, a large number of devils will be born from this filthy blood, as if they are endless.

There is no doubt that in terms of the number of devils gathered here and the speed of their birth, the number of soldiers in Baator Hell is not much less than that of the Bottomless Abyss.

The reason why the demons were constantly suppressed in the previous bloody battles was not that the demons could not defeat them, but that the Lord of Hell hid more than 80% of his troops to deliberately show weakness to the enemy.

In this way, in order to prevent the eternal war between the chaos and lawful camps from ending with the victory of the abyss demons, other lawful camps must help the demons at all costs at the critical moment.

When the demons die less, those lawful neutral and lawful good will naturally die more.

In both, Asmodeus weakened the strength of his enemies in both the chaos and good camps.

His shrewdness deserves to be praised as the only master of power in the universe.

"Is this the legendary giant snake coil? The forbidden land in the forbidden land of Baator Hell?" Zuo Si asked with interest, staring at the horrifying scene below.

"That's right! This is the giant snake coil with countless rumors. How about it, I think with your IQ you should have known what I want to do, right?"

Asmodeus had a half-smile on his face.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I think I have some clues. Your goal is to reverse the eternal bloody battle between order and chaos, and then turn it into a war between evil and good, right?"

"Smart!

You are indeed the person who is most compatible with me, no one else.

In fact, I realized a long time ago that the outbreak of the bloody battle was actually a conspiracy. It was a trick by those self-proclaimed kind people to make us and the demons kill each other, and I have been planning revenge.

It's a pity that the chaotic nature of the demons makes them unable to control themselves at all, let alone reach a long-term ceasefire agreement.

So I can only maintain this war in the minimum way.

As for these troops, they are all prepared to launch an expedition to the upper plane.

Because once I reach a short-term agreement with those abyss lords, we will join forces to attack the nest of the good camp, including the Seven Heavens Mountain.

At that time, whether they are willing or not, they must be involved in this war.

At that time, the bloody battle representing the conflict between chaos and order will naturally end, and the eternal war symbolizing the conflict between good and evil will begin. "

Asmodeus did not hide anything and directly stated his ultimate plan.

From the pair of eyes emitting red light, it is not difficult to see how angry and annoyed he was about the devil being calculated back then.

Because as the best at conspiracy, he was actually calculated by those most despised good gods.

What a shame!

How ridiculous!

Although the gods who participated in it chose to keep it secret, no one knew that the origin of the bloody battle was actually a carefully designed trap.

But for the Lord of Hell, this is still a naked humiliation.

Whenever he sees the report sent by the bloody battle front, he will have a strong anger and desire for revenge in his heart.

Unfortunately, he could not find any chance to break the deadlock before.

Because the bloody battle lasted too long and the scale was too huge.

Anyone who has studied classical mechanics knows that the greater the mass of an object, the more amazing the inertia it forms when it moves.

The same principle applies to the bloody battle.

In the long-term war, the devils even formed a complete chain of interests with this as the center. Other planes and camps are unwilling to see the end of this war, so that the devils and demons can invade other planes.

So even if Asmodeus wants to end the bloody battle, he can't fight against such terrible resistance.

But the appearance of Zuo Si changed this situation.

In particular, the power comparison between the devils and demons on the bloody battle front changed, making the demons who were originally very interested in the bloody battle begin to get tired of this eternal war.

Because they can no longer rely on overwhelming numbers to defeat their disciplined enemies as they did before.

This means that the opportunity to reach a truce agreement with the Abyss Lord has matured.

They can even join forces with them to attack the nests of the good camp and make them pay the price of blood.

"Okay, I think I understand what you mean.

But what does this have to do with me?

You should know that strictly speaking, I am not a person who is full of hatred and hostility towards the good camp.

I don't think they should be completely eliminated.

This is your war and your plan. I won't interfere too much, but I won't join in it either."

Zuo Si quickly expressed his attitude after thinking for a moment.

Because in his opinion, whether it is a bloody battle between order and chaos or an eternal war between good and evil, there is essentially no difference, and it is even more impossible to get any results.

As long as the inner plane that maintains neutrality and balance is still there, once the outer plane is unbalanced, it will inevitably cause interference from the elemental plane.

At that time, whether it is the demons of the abyss or the devils of hell, they will have to retreat to their nests to lick their wounds.

This has been confirmed when the abyss started a war that swept the entire universe.

Asmodeus smiled and shook his head and explained: "No, you misunderstood me.

I am not inviting you, but telling you what I will do next, so that you can be mentally prepared in advance.

Because when I go out in full force, I hope you can stay in the back to avoid being attacked by enemies from other planes."

"Sit in the back?

That's no problem.

Because I will declare the Ninth Layer to remain neutral after the war breaks out.

If there are any blind guys who want to invade Hell, I don't mind sending troops to teach them a lesson. "

Zuo Si agreed very straightforwardly.

He knew that the Lord of Hell meant for him to guard the entrance to the last layer from the Ninth Layer to ensure that no one could get close to the giant snake coil.

Because in that bottomless pit, there is a huge monster with terrifying vitality and extremely evil.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is the true body of Asmodeus.

As for what the true form is, it is still unknown.

Zuo Si can't ask, nor can he spy, which will cause him to completely turn against the other party.

"That's enough!

I wish us a happy cooperation!

When the demon army of Baator Hell invades the Seven Heavens Mountain, the whole universe will tremble.

Evil beings like you and me will also receive huge gifts from the will of the plane and the evil force.

And this is an opportunity, and even more a revenge.

I will let those former enemies scream in pain and despair. "

As he spoke, Asmodeus' eyes flashed with creepy malice.

Obviously, compared to the old enemy demons who had fought bloody battles for who knows how many years, he hated the gods of the good camp on the Seven Heavens Mountain more.

But whether this was due to the nature of the evil camp or what happened between him and those gods and celestial beings before was unknown.

"When do you plan to start?" Zuo Si asked calmly.

Asmodeus pursed his lips and replied meaningfully: "Soon!

Because I have been waiting for this day for too long.

As long as those abyss lords sign the armistice agreement and turn their spearheads to attack, I will release the true power of Baator Hell to the entire universe.

Besides, I am a little curious. With your personality, you should not stay here and do nothing, right? "

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, I am about to start a spark war in another time and space to determine my own destiny. I don't have much time and energy to worry about other things for the time being. "

"Oh? Are you ready? "

Asmodeus stared at the spot on the opponent's chest where the Planeswalker Spark was stored.

He obviously knew something about the plan.

"Well, yes. I have almost got all the keys to victory now, and only the last few pieces of the puzzle are missing."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's body began to change rapidly until he completely transformed himself into a multi-headed dragon.

It was just different from the slightly inconsistent image before. Now he had completely merged several heads of different colors into one. There was no longer any color difference, but all reflected the black and red light that symbolized evil.

When the observation angle changed, the scales on the body would also change color.

This means that the enemy can no longer judge the shape and power of the spit by the color and size of the dragon head.

Not only that!

The Evil Heart also perfectly and harmoniously unified all the power and quasi-divine power together, presenting a harmonious and perfect state.

"Ah! This is so beautiful! My young friend, if you were still an uncut raw gem when I first saw you, now you are a jewel that exudes a dazzling brilliance. "

The Lord of Hell praised with shining eyes.

"Thank you for your compliment. If you don't mind, I'll take my leave first. Because the less I know about what's going to happen next, the better."

After saying this, Zuo Si returned to his human form, put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then activated the planeswalker spark and left this forbidden place in Baator Hell.

Looking at the place where he disappeared, Asmodeus chuckled for a long time before whispering: "You actually chose to be neutral? What a cunning young man. If only Gracia had such a brain, I wouldn't have to work so hard to balance the contradictions of lords at all levels. "

"Master, are you sure you can just let Lord Soth go? "

Martinot, the steward of the Lord of Hell, appeared out of thin air in an instant, and his tone clearly revealed strong reluctance and anger.

Because in his opinion, Zuo Si had obviously crossed the line, and he no longer had the respect he should have before, but seemed to be talking to his master in an equal manner.

In the eyes of the devil, this was simply treason and rebellion.

"What else can I do?

You have to understand that he has now escaped the shackles of Baator Hell and risen to another level, a position that is almost equal to me.

Especially that evil heart, which has almost endless potential.

Combined with the ability of the planeswalker, it can even include a wider multiverse.

It is unwise to make enemies with such a person.

What's more, didn't he promise to help me guard Hell?

In this way, we can come out in full force to launch this battle between good and evil.

Remember, my steward, never offend those powerful and friendly friends easily.

Because doing so will not gain any benefits except creating a terrifying and troublesome enemy.

Okay, now let's make the final preparations for this war.

This time I want to see the entire Seven Heavens Mountain littered with corpses and rivers of blood! "

As the last word blurted out, Asmodeus suddenly opened his arms and made a grasping motion with both hands.

"As you wish, supreme Lord of Hell."

Martinot lowered his head deeply to show his most humble side.

But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are shining with excitement, anticipation and enthusiasm.

…

On the other side, in the Ser Empire in the east of Faerun, the war between the chief red-robed mages has also completely entered a fever pitch.

Although Zuo Si himself did not interfere too much in this mortal war, he just allowed the important ministers of the West Coast Empire to do whatever they wanted, and threw all the talisman masters who were entangled in the talisman as spies.

But the situation has developed out of control in a very short period of time.

Especially Sazastan, who was originally confident, only to find out during the fight that he could not win an overwhelming advantage. Instead, he fell into an endless tug-of-war and tough battle.

He purchased weapons from the West Coast Empire, and other factions in the parliament also spent money and purchased weapons desperately.

As a result, the civil war that was supposed to last for hundreds of years was already devastated just a few years after it broke out.

More than half of the people in Cyril rushed to flee their homes, either by boat, or by regular airships, and all went to settle in the west coast empire.

This undoubtedly greatly alleviated the population shortage of a new empire with a huge territory.

In particular, a large number of mages and warlocks who were tired of the constant internal fighting and killing each other were quickly absorbed into the empire's magic system and became one of them, and many of the unique secrets of the original red-robed mages also spread.

As for the large number of slaves that existed in Ser, they were also packaged and sold to the West Coast Empire in exchange for more useful undead, constructs, and wands and scrolls that could summon alien creatures.

Because the combat effectiveness of slaves is so poor, and they even need to go to such trouble to "eat" and "rest". They will lie on the ground and howl when they are missing arms and legs. At the same time, they are also very easy to collapse and die. Where are the undead and constructs? It’s easy to use with bodies and armies of alien creatures.

It has to be said that in terms of being inhumane and inhumane, the top management of the Red Robe Mage never disappoints.

In this way, Ser, originally the most populous country in the East, in just a few years, there were basically not many living people in the entire country.

Instead, there are countless undead purchased and raised from the grave, as well as constructs that are constantly being tinkered with.

In order to meet the requirements of these high-quality customers for cheapness, large quantities, obedience, and easy control, the Arcane Society has set up a research group to help the red-robed mages develop more useful soldiers and war machines.

As a result, an extremely strange and crazy situation appeared on Serge's battlefield.

That is, both the Sazastan and the parliamentary armies can only purchase and use soldiers, weapons and equipment provided by the West Coast Empire.

Because all their strength and resources were spent on war, there was no extra time and energy to study other things.

If you don't buy it, you will be crushed by the advanced weapons and equipment, new structures and undead soldiers purchased by the opponent.

But the problem is that even if you buy it, the West Coast Empire will upgrade, eliminate and introduce new ones every once in a while.

So in order not to be beaten on the battlefield, I can only continue to buy.

Over the past few years, almost all of Ser's wealth has been emptied, and the major mines and agricultural areas have been operating at full capacity, just to exchange for more money to continue to purchase things provided by the West Coast Empire.

Even in order to increase production capacity, they even use undead and constructed creatures that have been specially modified by the West Coast Empire for mining and farming.

Among them, agricultural and mineral production have even reached efficiencies that cannot be achieved even in the era of large-scale industrialization on earth.

Many mountain forests have been cut down, and many forests and mountains have turned into bare loess and show signs of desertification.

Obviously, the damage caused by magic war to the environment is not much less destructive than the war caused by thermal weapons, but on the contrary, it is even greater.

Many nature gods even find believers to go to Serre to launch jihad to protect those forests and animals.

But unfortunately, in the face of the iron fist of the red-robed mage, not even one of these radical environmentalists who are most capable of causing trouble survived.

They were basically either killed on the spot, or transformed into the undead form they hated most, and forced to work for the evil red-robed mage.

"Oh my god! Is this...is this really the rich Ser?"

A businessman who had just stepped off the airship was stunned to see the devastated city filled with collapsed houses, ruins and undead creatures.

Another fat businessman walking next to him smiled and asked: "This is your first time here since the war started, right?"

The former nodded vigorously: "Yes, the last time I came here was ten years ago. The streets here were very prosperous. You can often see dignitaries with a large number of servants and slaves appearing in the market."

"No wonder.

The Serge in your memory has long since ceased to exist, and may never be recovered in the future.

Because there are not many living people left in this country.

It is said that in order to gain population, the red-robed mages are planning to open a door to another dimension to plunder the population from other continents or planes.

And they are so dependent on us that they have even become our vassals economically.

See those guys with those flattering smiles?

When have you ever seen an arrogant red-robed mage treat us businessmen so kindly before? "

When he said these words, the fat businessman showed a hint of pride and pride on his face.

He understood that the reason why the other party valued him so much was entirely because this business group carried the label of "West Coast Empire".

Even the red-robed mage had to lower his proud head when he asked for help.

Not only Ser, but the rest of the entire Faerûn continent has basically surrendered to the economic hegemony of the empire.

There is no need to start a war, let alone deploy a single soldier.

Most of the time, as long as a trade embargo and economic sanctions are imposed on a disobedient region, the people living in that region will spontaneously riot.

Because without this giant trade network covering Faerûn and even extending to several other continents, not only would they not be able to buy many daily necessities, but the things they produce would also be overstocked and unsold.

This kind of double blow of dimensionality reduction is simply not something that city-states and regions that don’t even have countries can bear.

So they had no choice but to surrender.

Under this kind of economic hegemony, merchants from the West Coast Empire were bound to receive respect and preferential treatment wherever they went.

After all, offending them means very serious consequences.

Although Zuo Si has been attacking and dismantling big business families, businessmen are the group that supports and loves the emperor the most.