Zariel was his gift to me.

If you are interested, you can take the time to check it out.

I built a huge cyberpunk city there, and there should be a lot of entertainment and services that you are interested in."

"Gan! This is so cool!

Tell me, how does Malcanthet taste?

Is it true, as the rumors say, that you can directly send people to bliss?

Are Zariel, Gracia and Lady Fierna, these unique female devils, slightly inferior to them or about the same?

Oh, by the way, there’s also Shuoyou!

I remember that this thing should be able to make machines and even undead regenerate flesh and blood.

Do you think if I undergo complete transformation, will I be able to regain that ability?"

The diary raised all the issues that concerned me in one breath.

These peculiar concerns of his immediately made Zuo Si couldn't help but complain: "Do you think I am like you, thinking with my lower body all day long?

If you use shimmering oil to do something yellow, you can probably think of it in the entire multiverse.

However, I have not done any experiments in this area yet, and I don’t know if it can really be done.

And I don’t plan to give it to you, lest you regain your ability to reproduce and end up with a lot of messy offspring.”

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Plop!

With the muffled sound of his knees falling to the ground, Diary hugged Zuo Si's thigh and wailed: "No! This is related to my future sexual life.

You know I only have this little hobby, can you bear to deprive me of it?

What's more, if I restore my ability to reproduce and really produce a lot of offspring, wouldn't it be equivalent to strengthening the power of Mutahar Floating City in disguise?

Please, give me the oil.

You don’t need to worry about it, old man, I’ll take it back and do experiments slowly.”

"Hmph! Want some oil?

Then work hard for me, control the player's destructive power, and at the same time transform the world into what you want it to be.

If the result satisfies me, you will get a No. 3 Glowing Oil that can make machines and undead grow large muscles, bones and nerves.

But if it doesn’t meet expectations...

Then just stay a psychopath and don't expect to have any actual combat ability in this life."

After saying that, Zuo Si took out a small amount of black oil from his pocket and shook it in front of the other party's eyes.

Instantly!

The two eyes of the diary were firmly attracted by this thing.

There is no doubt that for an old pornographic critic, there is nothing more attractive than restoring physical desire and ability.

Of course, this is exactly the effect that leftists want.

After all, if you want this lazy and spiteful guy to exert his subjective initiative, it's definitely not enough to put pressure on him. You must also have some temptation and motivation.

After a while, the diary finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, you win. I promise to restrain those players, transform this world into a rear area that meets your requirements, and then create a brand new deep well of souls."

"Excellent! I look forward to seeing the results of your work."

After getting the answer he wanted, Zuo Si immediately put away the oil and turned around to leave.

But before he could take two steps, he heard the diary calling from behind him: "Wait! Aren't you going to see the canary you raised?"

"Canary? Oh, you mean Daenerys. There is no need for this at the moment. She is still too young and her figure is so meager that it is not interesting."

After saying this, Zuo Si waved his hand to activate the teleportation magic and return to the sky airship used to store the clones.

He has a lot to do recently, and there is no time to waste in such a place.

"Small? barren?

Gee, it seems you don’t understand the beauty of lolita.

But I am different.

Since I obtained the body and soul of this giant dragon, I have the ability to appreciate the beauty of all races and all ages.

Not to mention a white-haired one like Dragon Mother, even Myrcella could get it in her mouth.

If I can restore my reproductive ability with the help of shimmering oil, then I can create one hundred and eighty races by myself.

Speaking of Messiah, I should probably go to King's Landing to see what the situation is like there."

After scorning Zuo Si's incomprehensible style, the diary was immediately transmitted directly to the capital of the Seven Kingdoms through himself and the Magic Crystal Tower.

Compared with the lively scene of the last martial arts tournament, it looks very weird now.

The golden robes are almost invisible on the streets in the city. Only the people from the Shadow Guild will come out to patrol and maintain order from time to time.

It is obvious that this city has been completely divided into two parts.

The city walls, city gates and castle are still in the hands of the queen and the Lannister family behind her, with fully armed soldiers guarding every corner 24 hours a day.

As for the streets and underground secret passages in the city, they are completely controlled by the Shadow Guild headed by Nex.

Especially after the two vicious incidents of castrating the current king Joffrey and letting the tramps ravage Cersei in turn, the conflict between the two parties completely broke out, with no possibility of relief.

Although "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister wants to launch a general purge to kill all those bastards who dare to harm his son, sister and lover.

But just one day after making this sound, he woke up and found that all the hair on his body had been shaved off, including even the most private parts.

Obviously, the top thieves among the players have proven with actual actions that they can kill anyone in the Red Keep at any time as long as they are willing.

Whether it's the king, the queen, or those bullshit Kingsguards who think too highly of themselves.

In this process, there will not even be a fight, but the life will end in an unsuspecting sleep.

Since then, this knight with a heroic complex has completely given up all unrealistic thoughts of revenge, ordered the army to shrink its troops and directly ceded control of the entire city.

To put it simply, it is to give up in exchange for the Shadow Guild no longer taking hostile actions against the royal family.

Otherwise, if you throw your limited troops into the intricate streets, you won't get any advantage except for killing people.

In particular, the lethality produced by volleys of muskets in narrow alleys is simply not something that any armor can withstand.

Gregor Clegane, the most powerful dog of the Lannister family with infinite self-control and extraordinary bravery, once tried to catch up with a running rogue player and accidentally fell into an ambush.

As soon as I entered, I heard a banging sound.

Then his huge body fell to the ground on his back. Not only were there more than a dozen blood holes in his chest, but his head was also completely deformed, with brains, skulls and eyeballs flying everywhere.

The corpse was also made into a specimen and hung in front of the guild's gate for all visitors to see.

With the "Magic Mountain" as a living example, any local aboriginal with any brain knows that these outsiders are not easy to mess with.

Therefore, whether they are noble knights, officers, or ordinary soldiers recruited, they will honestly abide by the rules set by the Shadow Union when entering the city.

The result is that the security situation in the city is actually better than when the "usurper" Robert Baratheon was alive.

Those local ruffians, thieves and gangsters who like to bully civilians have no power to resist in the face of modern criminal organizations that have truly formed a large scale, and they were uprooted in a few days.

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Nex didn't bother to talk nonsense with these guys and sold them directly to other players.

Either they were thrown into the mines to work as coolies, or they were thrown into workshops to make gunpowder, firearms and cannons, or they were recruited into the army to undergo rigorous training and then serve as cannon fodder.

As for the Church of the Seven Gods, which represents the original mainstream faith in Westeros, it has now been transformed into the temple of the Phoenix God Bennu.

But the person who did this was not the Shadow Guild, but Jack and his team of players.

The purpose is also very simple, that is, to forcefully preach in this way, and then improve the levels of all priest players in the team.

They discovered that in addition to gaining "experience points" by killing enemies, priests can also gain "experience points" by spreading their faith and recruiting believers.

And the benefits of the latter are much greater than those of the former.

As a result, proselytizing by force took place as expected.

The process is also quite simple. They directly lead a musketeer team of thousands of people to surround the church, pull out all the religious personnel and force them to believe.

Anyone who spits on the statues of the Seven Gods one by one and completes a series of curses according to the program will survive, while those who are unwilling to do so will be shot or hammered to death on the spot.

Although at the beginning there were some devout believers who stood up and wanted to join the resistance.

But after a round of bloody and brutal suppression, King's Landing's overall belief in the Seven Gods completely collapsed.

Because no matter how much believers pray, they can't see any miracles from the seven gods.

On the contrary, the Phoenix God that the other party believes in can not only grant incredible magic, but also give people the power to control flames.

It is human nature to be strong, and it is also a common human operation to join if you can't beat them.

As a result, Bennu's faith quickly took root in King's Landing and spread rapidly.
To be continued...