Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 106 Oath

In the dimly lit room, Brian looked at the picture scroll on the marble table, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the black rope on the scroll, and then carefully spread it flat on the smooth table.

The moment the picture scroll was fully unfolded, a gloomy and strange cold wind floated across the table without warning, and the glass rod in the beaker jingled.

Immediately afterwards, the flickering candles on the rusty brass candles were extinguished silently, and the spacious room suddenly became pitch black.

The deep darkness did not last long...

As the deep hell fiend on the scroll showed a strange evil smile, hot flames gushed out from the scroll, covering every corner of the room. Against the backdrop of this blood-red light, it looked like a miserable purgatory on earth.

As the gushing blood slowly subsided, a devil covered in crimson scales slowly emerged from the painting, rising up, and finally suspended in mid-air, with broad bat-like wings stretched out behind it.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Accompanied by laughter that made the blood chill, drops of green venom dripped from the gaps in the devil's sharp teeth and fell to the ground, creating puffs of smoke.

"Roar!"

The huge hell fiend roared angrily, and the 12 angel heads tied on his belt followed suit with a mournful wail.

"Stupid mortal, I am a great devil..." the hell fiend waved a huge sword burning with blood-red flames, looked down at Brian sitting on the chair, and said coldly.

"Okay, put away your tricks of coaxing children. In my opinion, your bluffing with teeth and claws is no different from a paper tiger."

Before the deep hell refiner could finish his words, he was interrupted mercilessly by Brian, and then retorted with a sarcastic remark.

"Stupid mortal! How dare you blaspheme..." Looking at Bryan's calm face, the deep prison fiend furrowed his armor-like brows, raised his tone, and roared.

"Come down quickly, or we won't be able to talk when your energy runs out and you fall into a deep sleep." Brian said impatiently, looking at the blood-red figure suspended in mid-air.

"......."

The Hell Alchemist looked at Brian's indifferent expression, and he swallowed back the domineering words he had prepared.

I saw the wings on his back spread out suddenly, and the blood-red light that filled the room all converged into the picture scroll spread on the table, and disappeared without a trace.

The candles on the brass candlesticks also swayed with a faint flame, jumping and trembling in the darkness.

"who are you?"

As a small dark red figure emerged from the scroll, a shrill, piercing voice asked Brian vigilantly.

Brian leaned back in the chair pretending to be relaxed, and looked at the little guy floating in front of him with a disdainful look.

As Sir Tix had described it, it was a small dark red humanoid with a barbed tail, a pair of small horns, and leathery wings.

If he insists on saying that there is any difference between the little devil in front of him and the little devil he saw in the main material world.

Well, Brian can only say that this little devil's skin is darker, and his blood-red eyes are more cunning and calm.

"Who am I?" Brian played with the mithril pen in his hand that was reflected by the candlelight, looked at the little devil playfully, and said, "Didn't we just meet a few days ago, and we didn't know each other so quickly?" ?"

The little devil flapped the wings on his back lightly, looked down at Brian sitting on the chair condescendingly, rolled his cunning eyeballs, and immediately said in a shrill voice with a smile:

"It turned out to be you, a noble mortal wizard. I know your purpose. Do you want me to be your magic pet? Noble mortal wizard, in my opinion, it is really me to be your magic pet." an honor."

After the little devil finished speaking, he immediately flew towards Brian, keeping a safe distance, then landed on the scroll, folded his wings, and gave him a deep salute with a smile on his face.

"It seems that you are very self-aware." Brian deliberately relaxed his vigilance, looked at him calmly, nodded in satisfaction, and replied with a smile.

"That's natural. My vision has always been very good, my respected master." The little devil lowered his head and said respectfully.

As soon as the voice fell, the scroll on the desktop automatically rolled up strangely without wind, and the projection of the little devil disappeared in the scroll.

Immediately afterwards, the scroll shot up into the sky like a sharp arrow, galloping towards the transparent glass window.

Faced with this sudden situation, Brian was not surprised. He calmly tapped the smooth marble tabletop with the pen in his hand.

Suddenly, in this dim room, the magic circle that Brian had arranged in advance flashed a faint blue light at the same time.

When the little devil is about to crash into the glass with the picture scroll and walk away.

An almost invisible blue barrier emerged, and blocked the picture scroll in time, causing it to slam into it fiercely, splashing invisible sparkles, and falling to the ground.

Brian waved his sleeve, and the scroll that fell on the ground trembled, floated in mid-air again, and flew back to the table in front of him.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Brian asked looking at the scroll.

He is very clear about the tricks of the devils.

If a devil realizes that he is no match for mortals, he will always appear in front of mortals with a subservient attitude in order to achieve his malicious goals.

It smiles, bows and knees, jumps up and down like a clown, and does anything to trick mortals into thinking they are in charge.

Eventually, when a mortal lets his guard down, the devil will reach out and claim his soul.

"It seems that your strength is stronger than that old wizard." The figure of the little devil emerged from the scroll again, and then he sat on the table resigned to his fate, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I can't beat you, and I can't escape Fall, what else can I do, do whatever you want."

"Very good." Brian nodded again with satisfaction and continued: "Then I won't talk nonsense to you. My request is very simple. Sign a master-servant contract and become my magic pet."

"Dear master, according to the "Pact of the Beginning", when a mortal spellcaster tries to sign a contract with our Baatezu devil, he must sign an equal contract, not a master-servant contract. "

The little devil stood up from the table, wagging his thorny tail, and said humbly: "I'm very sorry, it's not that I don't want to, but I can't do it at all. If it is enforced, it will violate the gods and the great The Lord of Hell's agreement is that you will be punished. I hope you can understand."

"You seem to have misunderstood it. The "Original Deed" is a kind of power that the Batezu devil collects evil souls and transforms them into holy energy. It has nothing to do with the master-servant contract. "

Brian said coldly: "I advise you not to try to fool me with these secret knowledge, or else..."

"Otherwise, what can you do?" The little devil looked at Brian in surprise, then put away his humble look, leaned against a thick book, blinked his cunning eyes, and said calmly:

"Stupid mortal wizard, it seems that you know a lot, so what, in this small world, there is nothing that can threaten me."

"Finally angry?" Brian challenged, "Then do you want to give it a try?"

The little devil swayed his calf, came to a glass bottle, leaned on the bottle with his arms folded, looked at him contemptuously, and said with disdain: "You ignorant mortal, just try as much as you want."

Brian ignored the other party, he waved his hand, and a copper basin filled with dark red ore that had been prepared by the table floated in front of his eyes, and then directly controlled the picture scroll carrier of the little devil, and threw it into the copper basin.

A dark red flame rose from the copper basin, wrapping this unknown scroll, shining with hot light.

"Hmph!" The little devil leaning against the glass bottle snorted coldly, and said arrogantly:

"Is that all you can do? I admit that your dark gold fire can indeed make me feel pain, but as a Batezu devil, this kind of flame can't do any harm at all."

"Really?" Brian looked at the calm little devil with interest.

The little devil gave him a cold look and turned his head away.

Brian smiled slightly, reached out and pointed towards the copper basin, and a handful of green powder was thrown into the basin.

In an instant, the dark golden flame strangely turned into a green poisonous fire, sparks shone like emeralds, and immediately crackled around the scroll.

The calm little devil stared at the green flames with his eyes wide open, screamed in pain, and then rolled and struggled on the smooth table.

The ear-piercing voice made people's eardrums hurt.

"How does it taste?" Brian frowned and asked coldly.

"Have mercy, Lord Wizard." The little devil begged in pain, "I agree to your request, please, don't torture me anymore."

Brian's expression relaxed, and he immediately put away the flames. At the same time, he suppressed the feeling of weakness that hit his whole body, and put on a calm expression.

He has long seen that the little devil's picture scroll carrier is protected by powerful god-like power, and with mortal means, it is indeed impossible to hurt him in the slightest, otherwise he would not dare to utter harsh words so confidently.

Therefore, the green powder he just sprinkled was made with quasi-divine power added by natural energy.

Because he didn't know how to use this kind of power at all, it caused a heavy load on his body when he forcibly mobilized his god-like power.

Seeing the fearful expression on the little devil's face, he knew that he had successfully frightened the other party out of his wits.

If not, he really couldn't kill him completely.

It can be seen from this that, as the former Grand Duke of Hell, even if he has fallen to this point, he has not forgotten to add life-saving means to himself.

This made Brian realize that the other party had definitely voluntarily given up the power of the abyssal fiend and secretly hid in such an inconspicuous corner to develop wretchedly.

"Who the hell are you?" The little devil looked at Brian in fear, and said in a trembling voice, "You actually have mastered god-like power?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Brian said calmly, "You just need to know that I can kill you, and if you want to live, you must obey my orders."

The little devil pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, but his cunning eyes flashed scarlet light from time to time.

"Did you say so?" Brian knew it was time for a showdown, "The former Lord of Avernas, the Duke of Hell, Bayer."

Brian's voice was very soft, but it could be heard clearly in this quiet room.

But when the last words reached the little devil's ears, his expression seemed to be hit hard, he staggered two steps back, and looked at Brian sitting on the chair in disbelief.

Silence fell without warning.

The candle flame kept jumping and trembling in the dark, reflecting a little bit of light in the crystal clear glass bottle, and the wax tears flowed on the candlestick like a small waterfall.

"Boy, you are playing with fire." The little devil remained calm and said in a slightly cold tone:
"Don't forget, just now, you have received the holy baptism from Tianjie Mountain. No matter what camp, the most despised is the wall-riding faction who repeatedly jumps. Are you sure you want to accept me as a magic pet?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it." Brian smiled and said, "I don't care."

In fact, he did consider this issue when he decided to sign the contract with the little devil.

But he soon realized that the reason why the will of the plane of Tianjie Mountain would inexplicably give him blessings was probably related to the rescue of Princess Korni.

Without this blessing, he would not necessarily protect or help Princess Kearney improve her strength for free in order to increase the level of the blessing.

It was this weak level of blessing that created a bond between him and the princess.

In other words, the real purpose of this blessing is to protect the sleeping princess.

It can be seen from this that the other party's awakened celestial bloodline is by no means as simple as imagined.

He just arranged a simple awakening ritual circle, and the will of the plane of Tianjie Mountain immediately noticed the existence of this remote world.

"Since you know my real identity." The little devil was silent for a while, took a deep look at him, and said, "Then you should know my methods, mortal wizard."

"Of course I know." Brian nodded and said, "You have been used as a tool for hundreds of years by the new Grand Duke of Hell, Zariel."

"You are provoking me." The little devil said coldly: "When I was at my peak, the powerful eight dark demon generals were my most loyal supporters."

"But you have been used as a tool by Zariel for hundreds of years." Brian repeated.

"If it weren't for the order of the Lord of Hell, I wouldn't have been overthrown by that bitch Zariel." The little devil growled angrily: "She is no match for me at all."

"It's a pity that in fact, you have been used by Zariel as a tool for hundreds of years." Brian continued to sarcastically say:
"And you, not only have to be willing to be a tool man, but in order to survive, you have to dissipate your own strength and hide in an inconspicuous little world, shivering."

"Hedong for 30 years, Hexi for 30 years, I will come back one day." The little devil said angrily with a fierce look in his eyes.

Hearing the familiar words, Brian was taken aback, feeling that such words could not be said by a devil.

Just when he was in a daze, the little devil showed a treacherous smile, "You are indeed a disruptor of order, and the tone of your speech is too similar to the adventurer I killed long, long ago. Very good, I am willing to sign an agreement with you servant contract."

Disruptor?
Brian glanced at the little devil calmly, he had vaguely guessed the reason, and at the same time wiped his cold sweat secretly.

Unexpectedly, with just a few words, this cunning devil saw through his own details, and directly tested his most ulterior true identity.

Thankfully, this multiverse has no shortage of traversers like him.

Even in Sigil, the center of the universe, we often meet people like him.

In other words, even if he is noticed by some powerful beings, he will not end up in the slice research.

"Then let's get started." Seeing the other party agreeing so readily, Brian took out the oldest contract scroll and threw it in front of him.

"You even know this." Seeing the nine mithril pieces that Brian took out that were connected together with fine gold chains, the little devil was startled, and took two steps back subconsciously.

"Otherwise?" Brian gave him a cold look, and then said playfully, "Let me use an ordinary contract so that you can tear it up after you recover your strength?"

"It's impossible! Even if I die, I'm absolutely unwilling to use the oldest contract scroll to sign a master-servant contract with you." The little devil said with a cold expression.

"Then go to hell." Brian looked at the scroll in the copper basin and the extinguished flame, pretending to be digging out something.

"Wait a minute!" The little devil hurriedly interrupted Brian's movements, but said with an extremely firm expression: "I need to change the content of the contract, otherwise, all you will see is a pile of ashes, and I will not give in .”

Brian stared coldly at the little devil's scarlet eyes, and the little devil raised his head to look at him without fear.

Silence fell again in the large, dimly lit room.

The trembling candlelight reflected the mithril sheets on the table, shining brightly.

"What do you need to change?" Brian withdrew his gaze and broke the silence.

"I can be your servant." The little devil's expression was obviously relaxed, and then he said calmly: "But the time limit is only 50 years, and within the 50 years, you must ensure that you will not endanger my life."

"It's impossible." Brian looked directly into the little devil's eyes, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I can assure you that your life will not be harmed, but the master-servant deadline must be cancelled."

"Then you only need to agree to help me overthrow Zariel and regain Avernas." The little devil rolled his eyes and continued: "I can promise to be your servant forever."

"Guess I believe it or not?" Brian tapped on the table and looked at the calm little devil with a smile.

The little devil greeted Brian's smile indifferently, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"Well." Brian thought for a moment, and continued: "When you are about to overthrow Zariel, I promise to help you fight for Avernas within my power, but what I need is your absolute loyalty !"

"Do what you can? Assist in the fight? Guess I believe it or not?" The little devil sneered and looked at Brian mockingly.

"It seems that you didn't recognize your position at all." Brian bluffed to meet the little devil's scarlet eyes.

The pen in his hand knocked on the table, and the dark red flame in the copper basin rose up in an instant, turning into a pillar of fire and rushing towards the ceiling.

"Okay!" The little devil looked at the brazier in fear, and said through gritted teeth, "I promise you, but I must write this contract."

"Of course." Brian waved his hand, and the flame went out, and then emphasized: "I will read, you will write."

"You..." The little devil looked at Brian angrily.

When he saw that the other party was about to ignite the flame again, he immediately lost his expression, his small scarlet eyes flickered a few times, and said resignedly: "Okay, you read it, and I will write it."

Brian carefully observed the little devil for a long time before he cut a wound with his fingertip, and bright red blood splashed on the mithril sheet.

Seeing this, the little devil immediately followed suit.

When the blood of the two blended together.

The nine shimmering mithril sheets under the candlelight all turned into a strange dark red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the little devil was getting ready, Brian's expression froze, he sorted out his words, and said in a sacred and forceful tone:
I, as the world knows me, Beyer, I swear to my lord.

Brian, my master, obeys the covenant contained in this oath.

I submit to Brian in this, and I place him above everything, life or death.

I will obey him in humility and fear.

I swear by the Baatezu devil.

I pledge my life and my allegiance to Brian.

My Lord, Brienne, will promise me that he will assist me in my quest for Avernus to the best of my ability when I overthrow Zariel.

If the oath is broken, everyone will be bound by the oath.

If this is Brian's wish, all appeals are my eternal oath.

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(End of this chapter)