The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 839 Civilization Alliance, Titan's Lair

The Abyss is like an organization, and all the creatures of the Abyss are its members.

An organization needs not only a reasonable promotion and reward mechanism, but also a corresponding punishment mechanism to discipline those who break the rules.

Among these disciplinary measures, Level 1 disciplinary action is the most severe.

The form of this punishment is enslavement.

As Richard made his decision, Beelzebub, who had regained his senses, felt a sense of foreboding.

He suddenly realized that his control over the power of the abyss had vanished.

But how is this possible?

Even if Richard possesses supreme authority, he must never be deprived of the power to use the Abyss.

A demon that can become the ruler of the abyss can almost be seen as the embodiment of the abyss. Depriving it of the right to use the power of the abyss is equivalent to kicking it out of the abyss system.

That's absolutely impossible.

But Beelzebub soon learned what had happened to him.

"Damn it, this is the Abyss's punishment!"

Beelzebub's expression instantly turned to one of utter terror. For creatures of the abyss, the abyss is their mother. A mother gives her children selfless love, but she also disciplines those who disobey her with a slap.

And now, he is that disobedient child.

In an instant, the abyssal power within Beelzebub suddenly surged violently. Under the adjustment of the will of the abyss, this abyssal power transformed into chains that took root in Beelzebub's body and even his soul.

Beelzebub wanted to resist, but as soon as he had the thought, he sensed a great fear.

If he dares to resist, the will of the abyss will absolutely wash away his personality, turning him into a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

Even if he can withstand the erosion of his personality, Samael will come and crush his soul.

Although Samael was somewhat annoyed by the abyss, he was indeed a "good boy".

As he watched the chains pierce his body, Beelzebub knew that his duel with Richard was over.

He lost completely; he even lost himself.

However, Beelzebub was a pure abyssal demon. Even after ruling the abyss for countless years, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

The abyss is a winner-takes-all place; for losers and winners, being treated like dogs is already a great stroke of luck.

The punishment lasted for seventy-seven minutes, during which the will of the abyss left seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven chains on Beelzebub.

These represent his sentence; each year, one chain breaks.

For the next 7,777 years, he will exist as Richard's indentured slave.

Richard’s voice rang in Beelzebub’s ear.

“Beelzebub, come to me.”

The next moment, Beelzebub felt the chains binding him tightening.

If he were to disobey Richard's orders, these chains would slowly tear his soul apart.

Beelzebub sighed, "Alas, I've tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. I've suffered a huge loss this time."

After he finished speaking, an abyss portal appeared in front of him.

On the other side of the portal, Richard, who had fully recovered, was leisurely waiting for his servant to arrive.

As Beelzebub crossed the portal, he looked at Richard not far away, his face once again filled with that fawning smile.

"Lord Richard, you wanted to see me."

"grown ups?"

Beside Richard, Samael looked at Beelzebub with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "Are you still half asleep today?"
You are a ruler of the same level as me, yet you call this kid "adult"?
When Beelzebub saw Samael's confusion, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

"It's still better to be a brute with this evolved physique. As long as he doesn't make a mistake, even if that kid uses his authority to suppress him, he won't be able to cause any trouble."

Physical evolution is a strictly hierarchical evolutionary path; the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes to fight opponents of higher levels.

At the Dominator level, even with a top-tier bloodline like the Abyss Titan, Richard has no chance of defeating Samael despite being at a higher level.

Richard smiled at Beelzebub: "Hey, I'm no adult, Beelzebub, you flatter me."

Seeing Richard's smile, Beelzebub felt a surge of anger, but there was nothing he could do.

There's no way around it; circumstances are beyond our control, so we have to back down when necessary.

If you say nice things, you might get a smaller cut when it comes to the meat being chopped.

Beelzebub didn't believe that Richard would leave his precious possession untouched after putting the collar on him.

Richard walked over to Beelzebub and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"We'll all be meeting at the same conference table from now on, so just call me by my first name."

Samael didn't know what had happened, but his intuition told him that something significant had occurred between Beelzebub and Richard.

However, since this matter did not harm him, he didn't bother to ask any further questions.

Richard took the contract of fate out of his pocket. Samael took it and examined it carefully, even looking at the patterns on the contract in great detail.

As a demon from the abyss, he had seen far too many things done to tamper with contracts.

Although he believed Richard wouldn't pull any tricks, it was always better to be a little more careful.

After confirming that there were no problems with the contract, Samael left his mark on it.

The moment he left his mark, the entire contract transformed into a beam of light and vanished into space.

A constraint also fell upon all beings in both civilizations.

Even in the wizarding civilization, all the crowns of the Council of Truth were aware of this constraint.

"Successful so quickly? It seems he really has a lot of influence over in the Abyss." The Alchemist Crown gazed in the direction of the Abyss civilization and muttered to himself. He had witnessed Samael's strength before. This Abyss Ruler was so powerful that even he and the Shaper wouldn't dare say they could win 100% of the time; at most, they could only manage a draw.

At the front lines, the Cosmic Corona also looked towards the abyss.

"It was signed in just one year? Birds take flight and can't be stopped."

The Cosmic Crown shook its head, calming its turbulent emotions.

The other Crowned Ones also looked in the direction of the Abyss Civilization almost simultaneously, some with surprise, others with delight.

There was no doubt that Richard's efficiency far exceeded their expectations.

After all, persuading two civilizations that have been at war for thousands of years to cease hostilities is by no means an easy task.

In endless dimensions.

Suddenly, a dark red dimension appeared beside the gray wizard dimension. The two dimensions intertwined, like two snakes entwined together, or like a rope.

The vast world of the abyss.

Richard noticed a sudden increase in his share of dimensional power.

The alliance with the Abyss greatly increased Richard's share of dimensional power, a share that is now approaching that of the two long-established crowns of alchemy and sculpting.

Market share means bargaining power, which means the right to speak.

Richard's gaze suddenly deepened. If his share continued to increase like this, it wouldn't be impossible for him to become the "leader" of the wizarding civilization.

"You're thinking a bit too far ahead." Richard blinked, keeping his thoughts to himself.

He hasn't reached his limit yet, and his desire to become a leader is pure wishful thinking.

The right to speak is important, but force is more important. Without sufficient power to gain public recognition, no matter how large one's share, one is merely a force within the parliament.

After the signing was completed, Samael did not linger in the Abyss World.

Now that an alliance has been signed, it is reasonable for him to go to the territory of the wizarding civilization.

With such a formidable opponent as the Devourer of Civilizations, he was finding it hard to contain himself.

After he left, Beelzebub looked at Richard and began to wait silently for his flesh to be cut.

"Beelzebub, I've heard that all the strategic weapons of the Abyss Civilization were made by you. Is that true?"

Beelzebub nodded slightly: "Indeed, all the strategic weapons of the Abyss, including the Mother Nest, the Biological Weapon Factory, the Demon Modification Factory, the Abyssal Web... are my creations."

As Li looked at this ruler, Beelzebub showed no arrogance in his speech, as if these things were just trivial things he had casually created and were not worth mentioning.

“That’s good then,” Richard smiled. “Building a lair that produces Abyssal Titans shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right?”

Beelzebub was taken aback.

"You want to mass-produce Abyss Titans?"

Richard nodded slightly: "That's right. The future war situation is very grim. Those ordinary demons no longer even qualify as ordinary soldiers."

Only creatures like Titans can become the backbone of war.

“Then you’re going to be disappointed,” Beelzebub shook his head. “Abyssal Titans can’t be gestated like ordinary demons. If my research is correct, even if you spend a lot of resources, an Abyssal Titan will still need a five-month gestation period.”

And this doesn't even take into account the resource consumption during cultivation.

“Five months? Isn’t five months a good thing?” Richard asked, somewhat puzzled.

A five-month gestation period is roughly the same as that of a half-blood wizard. For a pure-blooded human, the gestation period would be even shorter.

Beelzebub was stunned again.

"Five months is considered good? Even in our war with the Light Sphere, this kind of gestation period would be extremely difficult. You can't build a mother nest everywhere, can you?"

Richard was even more puzzled upon hearing this.

"How could it be difficult? You can use the ordinary demons to hold the line first, and then train the Titans in the rear. With the strength of the Titans, no matter how strong the defenses of the gods are, they will be breached."

"……train?"

Beelzebub looked at Richard and felt that one of them must have gone mad.

"The training ground for abyssal demons is their battlefield. Abyssal demons are a natural fighting race and do not need to train in the back."

Richard suddenly realized.

The case is solved. Beelzebub never considered training, and most likely never considered equipment. He simply used the battlefield survival rate of top-tier demons to calculate the Abyss Titans.

For the Abyss civilization, demons are plentiful.

If a dozen die, just bring in another dozen. As long as there are enough of them, some demons will always survive.

Compared to the Starry Night Ephemera, the Abyss Demons' battles are more like a swarm of insects that disregards the cost.

“Five months is enough. Just do it this way,” Richard said bluntly.

He then looked toward the Tarar peak.

"These newborn Titans are now yours, Taral Peak. I have already taught you the Abyss Evolution Field; you must nurture these Abyss Titans into an elite Titan legion."

The Tarar Peak bowed solemnly.

"Please rest assured, I guarantee that I will train them into the most elite Titan Legion."

Richard nodded, then looked at Beelzebub, a smile on his face that sent a chill down Beelzebub's spine.

"Now that the Titan's Lair issue is resolved, let's talk about stealing the bloodline."

Under that gaze, Beelzebub retreated repeatedly, a sense of helplessness welling up in his heart.

"My baby!"

(End of this chapter)