Nine Lives Fat Cat

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you. 
You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!
…
"Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements."
A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.
"Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!"
"Drop dead!"

This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Formed Mage Groups that require the sustenance of an entire Kingdom are definitely the elite of the elite in Hell.


However, the cost of these two foldable crate Undead was just over a hundred thousand Soul Currency, and their flesh was pieced together with Demon Corpses. It's just that warfare requires burning money, and the bombardment just now would be enough for a Devil Lord like Melina to go bankrupt.


But no worries, it's just Melina who runs out of money, her father is more than just wealthy.


The Fireball Technique bombardment showed no sign of stopping, continuing its relentless onslaught for a full ten minutes.


It wasn't because the money had run out, but because of the prolonged use of Magic leading to an inability to keep up with the cooling. The Magic Mirrors embedded in the two Undead burst one after another, and they themselves were burned into a battle-damaged state.


Chapter 626: Melted Wax Demon_2