"My Lord Demon King, what exactly is going on?" Unas asked in his mind.
Since Bessarius has spoken up, he must know something. Regardless of his purpose, let's find out the facts first.
"Heh heh, Gunsel's really ruined this time."
It turns out that after the Lich's physical body dies, its main soul returns to its Phylactery to revive. However, if there are multiple Phylactery, this return is random.
After Gunsel was killed, his main soul unfortunately returned to the Phylactery that Unas had destroyed. Not only was he unable to revive, but he also suffered great damage and was trapped inside, becoming a lonely ghost that could neither revive nor escape.
A one-third probability is indeed not low, and Gunsel's luck was really bad. No wonder he rushed out in a fit of rage to curse the Paladin to "die." Of course, this curse was only verbal and had about the same power as cursing.
The brilliance of the whole thing lies in the "damaged" Phylactery. The black box is on the verge of destruction, but it is only damaged. This awkward situation of being stuck in the middle is one of the main reasons why Gunsel ended up in such a predicament.
Unas looked at the Phylactery on the ground. The black box was only half a finger's length away from breaking in two. Luckily, he had held back a little.
"How about we make a deal?" the demon suggested after explaining.
What transaction?
"Give him to me, and I'll help you open his storage Arcane Artifacts and find the other two Phylactery. Of course, if there's a way to undo the Mutagen Potions, I'll find it for you too."
What do you want him to do?
"The Soul Splitting, didn't I tell you about it? If you learn this spell, we might be separated. I think this is what you've been dreaming of, isn't it?"
The demon was telling the truth; anyone harboring a Dreadlord within them would suffer from poor appetite and insomnia. Unas was constantly thinking of driving Bessarius out, and Bessarius probably didn't want to remain a remnant soul attached to a human forever.
Both sides share the same interests in this matter, but Unas is still unwilling to easily trust demons. The Shadow Priest is also an expert in controlling souls, and Natasha is much more trustworthy than Bethels.
"I'll have my companion try first. If she can't, then we'll ask the Demon King for help, okay?"
This kind of behavior—taking advantage of someone and then using them as a backup plan—is extremely shameless, but Unas feels no shame whatsoever. He doesn't think it's excessive to use any means to deal with demons.
Bessarius had nothing to say. Whether he agreed or not, Unas would let Natasha try first. He knew his answer didn't matter; this was the tragedy of living under someone else's roof.
To outsiders, Unas's telepathic communication with the Dreadlord appeared as if he were daydreaming. Natasha stood by for a long time, assuming the Warden was deep in thought, so she didn't disturb him.
Such patient women are rare. Unas turned around, as if waking from a deep thought, and truthfully told him about the Lich's condition, "Gunsel's soul has been severely damaged. Can you control it to open the storage Arcane Artifacts?"
"How did you know all this, sir?" Natasha asked, her eyes wide. She couldn't believe that the Lich's state could be determined in a short time.
Don't worry about the details for now, just answer my questions.
Natasha glanced at the Warden with concern, assuming he had resorted to some wicked magic again. "I can try, but sir... you must uphold the path of the Holy Light and not stray from it."
"Alright, alright, I understand," Unas said, feeling a little touched by the other person's concern, but on the surface, he urged, "Hurry up and get started."
"Mind Control" is one of the Shadow Priest's high-level spells. Although it can only control the target for a short time, you can command the target to do anything during that time.
Natasha wasn't very skilled at using this spell. She was quite adept at controlling a few ordinary prisoners, but the situation was much more complicated in the damaged Phylactery. The desperate Gunsel had gone mad, and his split, restless, and violent soul was difficult to control.
Natasha tried several times, but was repeatedly blocked. She was already exhausted, and now she was almost injured.
Unas told her to go out and rest, thinking to himself, "My Lord Demon King, my subordinates have failed. Your chance to shine has arrived."
The demon commanded, "Take the Phylactery in your hand."
Unas felt it necessary to reiterate the conditions, "Once you control him, you must immediately tell me the locations of the other two Phylactery, otherwise the deal is off, and I'd rather destroy the Black Box and go our separate ways."
Obtaining the other two Phylactery would truly put Gunsel's fate in his hands, and even if he were temporarily controlled by a demon, he would pose no threat to Unas.
"Of course, no problem."
Since Bessarius accumulated a lot of Fel last time, there is no need for sacrifice this time.
Unas picked up the black box from the ground, then commanded the Shadowfiend that were entangled in the Fel orb to move aside. He felt a heat in his chest, and a green beam of light shot out from his heart, connecting to the Phylactery.
Demons are naturally adept at enslaving others, and Necromancy is the exclusive domain of the Dreadlord race. Enslaving the Undead is second nature to Bessarius, even if it is the soul of a mad and unyielding Lich.
Unas had no way of knowing the specifics of the spellcasting process, but because of his connection with the demon's mind, he could vaguely sense the emotions of both of them—an emotional storm containing rage, abuse, pain, and submission.
Gunsel finally succumbed. He had nowhere to go. The torment inflicted on him by the Dreadlord seemed endless. In the face of the demon, he became a defenseless child, yet he had to endure the most terrifying punishments in the world. His will to resist was completely destroyed, and he became a numb and bewildered soul.
Bessarius laughed triumphantly; the feeling of having slaves again was wonderful, a pleasure he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"How is it? Where is the Phylactery?" Unas hurriedly asked the most important question.
The Dreadlord, showing no intention of breaking the agreement, replied, "One is in his storage space, and the other is hidden at the bottom of the lake."
They were all within arm's reach, but upon closer inspection, the Lich really didn't have time to hide the Phylactery again; the fact that one of them was still in the storage space speaks volumes.
Unas quickly took out the bone. "Open it quickly, pour everything out, don't forget a single thing."
With a flash of purple light, Gunsel's soul emerged from the crack in the black box. It was only the size of a palm, and looked dazed, but it obediently recited the command to open the storage space.
One item after another appeared on the floor, mostly books and scrolls, along with some magic gems, Alchemy Materials, personal clothing, and other miscellaneous items. The most eye-catching item was a giant red egg.
Unas breathed a sigh of relief when he finally found the Little Red Dragon's last child. Now the two dragon ladies should be satisfied.