"What about Soth? Has he still not taken any action?" Ilmat, the God of Suffering, suddenly asked.

Tom nodded slightly: "Yes. The ninth level of his rule is still as usual. It has neither mobilized nor closed it to the outside world. Our people can even come and go freely. It seems that he really intends to stay out of it this time.

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"This is good news for us.

Because as long as he doesn't join, the situation will not develop in the worst direction.

Otherwise, powerful gods such as Wojin, the goddess of wealth, Talona, ​​the goddess of natural circulation, and even Ogma, the god of knowledge, will also come to the scene one after another."

Tyr was visibly relieved.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This sudden war has involved too many gods, and he does not want to get any more intense.

"Not only allies, Soth himself and his descendants are also a huge threat. We must find out his position as soon as possible. By the way, the platinum dragon god Bahamut hasn't come back yet?"

Ilmat, the God of Suffering, was obviously a little worried.

As one of the first gods in the universe to come into contact with Zuo Si, he knew the destructive power of this young man better than his two allies.

Once Zuo Si falls to the evil camp, it will definitely be a terrible disaster for the good camp.

Whether the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain can be saved by then is a matter of two minds.

Just when Tyr wanted to comfort this old man, a silvery-white light suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a shining platinum-gold dragon that appeared out of thin air in the open space. It was Bahamut who had just returned.

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As soon as he appeared, Tom, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately asked: "What is the attitude of the Elf God System? Do they agree to send reinforcements?"

Bahamut nodded immediately: "Of course!

Great Corellon promised me to send an unprecedented legion to help resist the invasion of the evil army.

Not only that, he also told me something.

The bloody battle between the evil camps has been going on for too long, and it is time for the good camp to bleed."

"It's time for the good side to bleed? What does that mean?"

Tier frowned subconsciously.

"That's literally what it means.

He believed that the universe needed to balance the forces between the various camps, so Asmodeus catered to this law to a certain extent.

This war between good and evil will be as long-term and lasting as a bloody war in the future.

It won't stop until we've shed enough blood.

And these words were not spoken by Corellon, but by Thos, the ruler of the ninth level of Baator Hell.

He also said that his bottom line is that good can never defeat evil, otherwise he will intervene."

Bahamut shook out all the information he had obtained from Corellon.

"Second bloody battle?!!"

Tom's expression suddenly changed.

Because it is impossible for any god not to know the cruelty of bloody battles.

In the past, all those who died were evil demons, devils and yugoloths, so most of the good camp just watched the show from a distance, and waited until the devils couldn't hold on any longer before sending some people to help, or like the Arcanine Clan.

Just like that, they just took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the abyss to massacre the demons.

In short, highlight an offshore balance strategy, try to keep the two sides in the bloody battle balanced, and preferably keep killing each other forever.

But now it's their turn to bleed, which is a bit unacceptable.

After all, the biggest difference between good and evil is that the former has strong emotions such as sympathy, pity, and intolerance, and will feel sad and painful when seeing friends, companions, and subordinates die.

In contrast, the latter simply regards people other than themselves as tools and pawns. As long as they can benefit from it, it doesn't matter how many others die.

Therefore, the evil camp's endurance when suffering casualties is often amazing, while the good camp is very easily affected by emotional factors.

"I think we need to hold an emergency meeting to gather all allies to discuss countermeasures.

Soth has clearly expressed his attitude.

From what I know about him, this is basically equivalent to an ultimatum.

If we try to defeat Asmodeus, the moment the Lord of Hell is defeated is when he will step in."

Ilmat, the God of Suffering, made a serious suggestion.

"Just do as you say."

Tyr quickly nodded in agreement after a moment of silence.

In this way, an alliance of the good camp began to be established with the efforts of the Three Saints Alliance and the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.

It is foreseeable that it won't be long before they unite to launch an unprecedented decisive battle somewhere to stop the evil from advancing, and then build an eternal battlefield with this place as the center.

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At the same time, far away in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

The Succubus Queen Mecanshut is staring at the heavy industry assembly line that is at full capacity, watching each firearm, cannon, tank, and powered mecha go from parts to assembly, and finally painted and packaged, stuffed into huge containers, and delivered to customers.

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After probably several minutes, she turned around and asked a New Phyrexia creature: "How many orders do we have currently?"

The latter quickly responded with a burst of emotionless electronic sound: "Very, very much.

Not only are devils, demons, yugoloths, and many evil gods purchasing large quantities of the things we make, but even those in the good camp are placing orders through middlemen.

Among them, Wojin, the goddess of wealth, and her church played an important role.

In accordance with your instructions and that of the Great Father of New Phyrexia, we did not refuse these orders, but instead raised the price and limited the quantities while also producing some for them.

In this way, this war can continue to be fought evenly."

Hearing this answer, Malcantheat nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, this is exactly what the master wants.

In addition, today's order profit is too low, how can it only be 500%?

After a while, I will triple the current amount.

They have no other choice anyway..."

As the last word blurted out, a crisp burst of applause suddenly came from a distance.

Following the direction of the voice, you can see a beautiful woman dressed in gold and silver and studded with precious gems slowly walking from a distance. As she walked, she praised: "Well said! It's really worthy of the name."

Si personally selected the person to rule the ninth level in his place. I originally wanted to remind you about the price increase, but it seems there is no need to do so."

You don't need to ask to know that the visitor is none other than Woking, the goddess of wealth.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ever since she moved her country to the ninth level to be Zuo Si's neighbor, she has been like a fish in water, hanging out in the huge cyberpunk city every day, especially the stock exchange center

, enjoy the happiness of harvesting wealth through financial means.

Her church and believers have blatantly acted as second-tier dealers, constantly selling the good things produced here to other planes, spreading their faith and expanding their influence.

Not only that!

This goddess also actively communicated with high-level officials, including the Succubus Queen Mecanshut, and then jointly established a super trust monopoly organization from raw material acquisition to production to sales channels and markets, ultimately achieving control of pricing power.

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By continuously deepening the principles of economy, wealth and capital operation in practice, Woking has completely completed its transformation.

The confident smile on her face is the best proof.

"You haven't made less money from those upper planes lately, have you?" Melcantheat glanced at the other party and asked.

Wo Jin nodded unabashedly: "Yes, I have won a lot of specialties from the Chongshan Plane this time, especially those special ores formed by the influence of positive energy. I won the mines alone.

Twenty seats."

"Hmph! It's boring. Those things are meaningless to the master. Because no matter what substance it is, it can be produced in unlimited quantities as long as it is decomposed by the sparkling oil once."

The Succubus Queen curled her lips in disdain.

As she said, matter has no value to New Phyrexia who masters the secret of shimmering oil. Transformation can be achieved entirely through the decomposition and reorganization of basic particles.

The same is true even for things that are formed under the influence of special energy.

But Woking smiled and shook his finger and explained: "No, you don't understand.

Creating things out of thin air cannot create wealth and economic cycles, nor can you influence or even control the other party through economic means.

Remember, my dear friend.

For the ninth level, which has the most powerful production and manufacturing capabilities in the universe, the most important thing is to make others inescapably dependent on us.

Soth and I are the experts in this area, and you just have to execute the plans you made."

"So you came all the way here just to tell me about the price increase?"

Malcanthet obviously did not intend to waste time on this topic, and raised his eyebrows with an impatient look.
To be continued...