This lich needs more money

When Amberxiu said the words "re-talk", both Mamen and Zariel felt like they turned into glass and then shattered with a light knock.

Zariel couldn't bear it at first, and roared: "I want you to die! I will pull out your soul, grind it into pieces bit by bit, and then stuff it into the ass of the hell worm!"

The angry fallen angel stretched out his hand again and grabbed the magic mirror in front of him, his hand still burning with blazing flames.

But the moment Zariel touched the magic mirror, the mirror began to melt, the mirror shattered, and the metal inside began to turn into molten iron.

And until the magic mirror was completely destroyed, Zariel failed to fish out Amberxiu's soul from the mirror.

Mammon let out a scream. If this destroyed the magic mirror, wouldn't it be a loss of money? !

"Idiot, waste! He provoked you on purpose, don't you know this?!" Mammon was not afraid of being burned, so he grabbed the molten iron and tried to repair the mirror, but he found that he didn't even know the principles of the magic mirror. You know, there's no way to do it.

Throw in tens of millions of soul coins before and after, tens of millions!

This thing is much more valuable than gold coins. Every inch of Mamen's body is shaking with pain.

The red light on Mammon's body swelled, and the body expanded to tens of meters. The fat devil's body became ferocious and terrifying, with spikes and claws all over the body. He roared with several echoes: "Damn Zari Well, if I can’t get it back, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Zariel was also mad, and the flames on his body were noisy. He just wanted to fight with someone now, and it didn't matter who he fought with.

It's just that these two people seem to have forgotten that there is more than one magic mirror in this official residence.

In the corner, Amber Xiu's figure appeared on the mirror. He looked at the two hell lords who had swelled to a height of 100 meters and rolled into a ball. There was no proud expression on his face.

Because the troubles on this side of hell are never the biggest troubles.

As Amber Xiu's figure slowly faded, Amber Xiu's figure appeared in a giant magic mirror in the Kingdom of the God of Alchemy.

Amber Xiu greeted the anxious-looking God of Alchemy.

"Teacher, thank you."

Seeing Amberxiu appear, the God of Alchemy breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "You really succeeded. You kid, you are really a genius."

Amber Xiu said: "It's not that simple. Now I can only say that it is...half the success."

"half?"

"Yes, for the time being, everything is successful. I used the characteristics of the magic mirror to turn myself into the spirit of all magic mirrors. This is a state of possession similar to that of the undead, allowing me to travel through any plane. , and because the true core of the magic mirror is in your kingdom of God, even if the magic mirrors in other planes are destroyed, it will have no effect on me. This is a more useful life-saving effect than the phylactery.

"Although my spellcasting ability is a little limited, it is much better than I expected. The power of the Golden Throne has been integrated with the magic mirror. I can still consume gold as a material to cast spells, and even the ability to create souls is also improved. be preserved..."

The God of Alchemy said doubtfully: "This sounds like good news, but you are about to say 'but', right? Don't tell me what bad future you have seen."

Amberxiu said with a smile: "It's not that I saw it. I've already died once. Even if the goddess of fate really wants to kick me again, she has to give me a few winks first. But teacher, you guessed it right, I want to start It’s a ‘but’, and the problem is very serious.”

Amber Xiu's expression became very serious. He explained to the God of Alchemy: "My thinking ability is dissipating rapidly. I underestimated the impact of becoming an instrument spirit on me. This is more terrifying than an undead spirit that has lost its obsession. I am very worried." Soon there will be only 'function' left, but all desires and autonomy will be completely lost, and it will completely become the core of the magic mirror and become an upgraded accessory of this artifact. "

"How could this happen?" The God of Alchemy also showed an unexpected expression.

"It's very reasonable. The ability to think for oneself essentially comes from needs. Curiosity, empathy, greed and other desires, only with the driving force of desires will we have corresponding thinking. When I become an undead, I will also Only with the most basic desires can they maintain their thinking. Most zombie skeletons have no ability to think. They usually lie down or sleep. Most of the resentful spirits cannot think completely because of the lack of desire and can only keep recalling the deepest hatred. Will to maintain its own form, but there will always be only hatred.

"I saw that Arthur Lane could still maintain himself after being a weapon spirit for more than a thousand years. I thought that being a weapon spirit was no different from being a ghost. But in fact, I underestimated the influence of the magic mirror on me. Teacher, The only desires I have left are fading. When I don't need anything, my thinking ability will naturally fade with it. Arthur can last for more than a thousand years, but I estimate that I can only last for two days at most. ”

Amber Xiu was really helpless. He also knew that his willpower was not very good, otherwise he would not be so easily struck by fate and give up on himself. But he thought that since he was an old man several hundred years old, his willpower would not be much worse than Arthur's.

However, the Holy King's will is so powerful that he looks no different from ordinary people. This caused Amber Xiudu to misjudge and was unable to understand how terrifying it was to fight against "nothingness".

Now, when Amber Xiu faced this "nothingness", his will immediately collapsed and he was dragged into the abyss bit by bit. He really had no ability to resist at all.

The God of Alchemy asked: "Then what's your backup plan?"

According to convention, Amber Xiu should have come up with a grand plan now, trying to trick a few more unlucky people within a few days, and then solve his own problems and get a complete rebirth.

However, Amber Xiu smiled bitterly and said, "This time... there is really no backup plan."

The God of Alchemy was stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and asked quickly: "This is not the time to joke, boy, are you hiding it from me?"

"Really not, teacher, I can tell you this again. Maybe it is the last favor given to me by the goddess of fate. I just tried to talk business with those hell lords, but their anxious look is meaningless to me. I don't even have the mind to calculate how much money I can make from them."

Amber Xiu's tone was very calm, but the God of Alchemy knew that this calmness was the problem.

His poor student was no longer afraid of death.

In other words, Amber Xiu would not try to think about how to avoid this fate because of fear. He was calmly accepting this change.

The God of Alchemy snorted, and then said: "At the critical moment, you still have to rely on me, your teacher."

Just after saying this, the God of Alchemy disappeared.

Amber Xiu watched his teacher leave, and forced a smile, but then he calmed down again, and it was difficult to continue the emotional fluctuations.