A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Since the Divine Impact Scepter opened a passage with a radius of hundreds of meters, directly leading to the surface world, the moonlight and starlight from the sky shone through the crack, dispelling the dark environment of the Underdark.

Especially against the bright and cold moonlight, Zuo Si looked more calm, rational and dangerous than usual.

In contrast, Shar, the goddess of the night, used the raised stones and fallen trees on the edge of the passage to carefully avoid every ray of moonlight.

Because in Faerûn, both the moon and moonlight belong to the domain of the moon goddess Suellen. She is Shar's twin sister and also the most tit-for-tat enemy.

Once illuminated by the moonlight, Suellen may be aware of Shar's existence and take some action immediately.

Although Zuo Si had briefly met the goddess of night in the previous Pantheon, there was no direct communication between the two. It was more that the other party was secretly stirring up trouble and causing trouble.

However, considering that he had previously destroyed Shar's conspiracy, he took out the evil god Atropal from the body of Vampire Queen Badi, sealed it and stored it in another world.

It would be strange if this vengeful ancient goddess didn't react.

What really puzzled Zuo Si was the purpose behind Shar's series of operations.

You must know that the Goddess of Night is not like a chaotic and evil psychopath like Cyric, who often thinks of things one by one without any plan or long-term plan at all.

Just the opposite!

Behind each of her conspiracies there is often an extremely large and complex plan. She often plans a dozen or even dozens of conspiracies at once, only to serve a certain purpose.

And this goal is also a small step towards achieving another more ambitious goal.

It is precisely because of this that Shar is called the "Dark Betrayer", "The Unseen Daughter" and the "Nightsinger".

In the continent of Faerûn, the Prince of Lies Cyric and his crazy followers may cause headaches to the rulers of many regions, but once the goddess of the night Shar and her followers appear somewhere, they can directly destroy them. Local residents were so frightened that they could not sleep at night.

The former is simply not worthy enough to carry the latter's shoes.

Because Shar is well aware that the reason why conspiracy is so frightening is that its greatest advantage is that it is secretive and difficult to detect, so he will never order believers to carry out large-scale killing and destruction in order to show his power. It was done quietly.

Her conspiracy is like a sharp dagger hidden in the darkness. It can only be invisible to anyone at ordinary times. The moment it is pierced, it can cause a fatal blow.

The success rate of any conspiracy hatched by Shar and his followers is often frighteningly high.

The most typical example is the murder of the god Abbrando, who has many priesthoods such as caves, dungeons, and the underdark, during the Year of Troubles.

The whole process went smoothly, and the latter didn't figure out what happened until he was about to die.

You must know that at that time, all gods walked in a very special posture of saints. The gap in strength between strong divine power and weak divine power was very small. Otherwise, there would not be a weak divine power like Thom, the God of Loyalty and Courage. Killing the powerful god Bane in battle.

What's more, according to the original historical trajectory, the goddess of night Shar also used Cyric's hatred and jealousy of the third-generation magic goddess Midnight to successfully provoke a divine war between the two, and decisively destroyed the shadow she created The Magic Network self-destructed, causing the genuine Magic Network to completely lose control, thereby weakening the power of the Magic Goddess.

In the end, Cyric succeeded in killing Midnight, causing the most famous disaster in Faerûnian history - the Spellplague.

Countless magical flames spewed out from the out-of-control magic network, destroying a large number of cities and villages, and thousands of spellcasters went crazy or died.

This shows how terrifying the goddess of the night is.

Shar undoubtedly felt the vigilance revealed in Zuo Si's eyes, and immediately pointed to the divine impact scepter that was still in attack mode, and asked with interest: "Where did you get this thing? If I don't remember, If not, it was held by the ancient sun god Amaunatar in the days of Netherese."

"Don't you already know the answer?" Zuo Si held the stick tightly and gently made a lifting motion.

moment!

The divine impact scepter burst out with dazzling light, changing from bombardment mode to a more terrifying full-power release mode.

In this mode, this artifact will no longer have any reservations, and all the divine power stored in it that is transformed from faith will be released with one strike.

Obviously, this is a very obvious demonstration and warning action.

Zuo Sizai used this method to remind the other party that even if he did not summon the Eldrazi Titan, he was still powerful enough to harm or even kill the incarnation of the god.

"So you were prepared to confront the gods a long time ago? Just as I expected, you are very wary and hostile towards the gods." Shar stared at the divine power with a slightly fearful look. Impact Scepter said meaningfully.

Zuo Si sneered and retorted: "I don't want to be like this. But there is no way, who allows gods like you to interfere in the mortal world so frequently. Even for self-protection, I have to prepare a few more trump cards, right? Otherwise, last time In the Pantheon, I will be a piece of fish lying on the chopping board to be slaughtered."

"So you are frantically collecting these things that make the gods afraid and jealous?" Shar's eyes showed a trace of amusement.

Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "That's right! After all, I don't have the habit of trusting my life and safety on gods like you.

I don’t believe in any gods, nor do I believe in those so-called promises, laws, and rules. I only believe in the knowledge and power I have.

If I can easily destroy this world and destroy any god's kingdom, then no god will dare to take action against me easily.

Because once they fail, the ensuing revenge and price will be unbearable for them.

But now, I suddenly discovered that some gods did not seem to fully believe that this terrifying creature from the dark void had the power to kill gods and destroy the world before seeing the Eldrazi Titan with their own eyes.

Or...you think I don't have the guts to do this? "

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si leaned forward slightly and stared at the goddess of the night, while aiming the divine impact scepter at the opponent.

An extremely deep light shone from his black eyes, as if he would attack this powerful incarnation of divine power in the next second.

No awe!

No worries!

No more hesitation and hesitation!

Some are just intense hostility and madness that destroys everything!

Shar had no doubt that if he answered in the affirmative, the young human in front of him would go to war with the determination to destroy the entire world.

Obviously, she had never encountered such an opponent who was completely reckless of the consequences. She quickly took two steps back and explained: "Wait! It's not that I don't believe it, I just want to try to see if you are qualified to join the game of the gods. .”

"Try to see if I am qualified to join the game of the gods? Who gave you the power? And what makes you think you are so qualified?"

Zuo Si didn't save any face for this one of the oldest goddesses at all, and asked straightforwardly.

Such an aggressive posture instantly rendered Shar speechless. At the same time, the original smile on her face completely disappeared, replaced by a biting chill.

"Are you sure you want to talk to me this way?"

"I have clearly expressed my bottom line when I was in the Pantheon. And you have crossed the line this time! If I don't do something, I will be seen as weak and bullyable by the gods who are also hostile to me. So this body Let the incarnation be the price you have to pay for crossing the line. Remember, this is the first time and it will also be the last time."

After saying that, Zuo Si directly released all the power of the divine impact scepter in his hand.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The dazzling beam of light instantly penetrated the chest of the Night Goddess, and her entire body began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You!!! How dare you?" Shar's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why not?

Do you think I would just swallow my anger and act like nothing happened?

Or are you allowed to show your superiority to one of the oldest gods here?

I'm not that weak!

not to mention……

Even if you destroy this incarnation, do you dare to send another fighting incarnation to start a full-scale war with me?

No, you don't dare.

So what do I have to worry about? "

After saying that, Zuo Si's hand holding the divine impact scepter shook hard.

Shar's incarnation was torn apart on the spot and turned into a black unknown substance that dissipated in the air.

You don't need to ask to know that her incarnation is not specially made for fighting, so it does not contain much divine power, otherwise it would never be so easy to kill.

In fact, Zuo Si saw this and decided to take action decisively to scare the monkeys.

If the opponent comes with a fighting incarnation, he may not be able to defeat it without summoning the Eldrazi Titan.

There is no way, the gods of Faerun are obviously much stronger than the gods of other planes.

Especially those incarnations of powerful divine power have an overwhelming and absolute advantage when dealing with mortal objects without divine sparks and divine power.

Like Raistlin, the most famous archmage in the world of Klein, whose total arcane spell casting level is only LV27, he is already able to challenge the most powerful god in the evil camp - the Dark Dragon Queen Taksis.

But what about in Faerun?

Sammaster, the founder of the Dragon Cult, who has a higher spellcasting level and more powerful power, cannot even break through the defense of Lathander, Lord of the Dawn.

In the end, the silver fire given by the goddess of magic caused the opponent to suffer some skin injuries and four drops of divine blood flowed out. As a result, he was instantly blasted.

Although this is related to the fact that the Lord of the Dawn naturally restrains undead creatures, it well reflects the gulf-like gap between gods and mortals.

You must know that Faerun's research in the field of magic and the entire multiverse is simply not comparable to that of Klein's world.

Therefore, Zuo Si has always been extremely vigilant about the gods of Faerun and does not dare to take them lightly.

After solving the incarnation of Shar, he immediately sealed the unconscious Angel Poison Core, and then entered the Supreme Forest through the "skylight" opened above his head.

Of course, before going up, he did not forget to send a magic message to Drizzt and Vinal, so that they could lead the team back to Luskan by another route without waiting for him.

After all, after getting what he wanted, Zuo Si no longer needed to stay in the Underdark to waste time. He couldn't wait to place the new spore god on the dissecting table and cut it into pieces, taking this opportunity to study the god's body. What is the essence.

…

At the same time, far away in the outer plane is the kingdom of the goddess of night.

Shar was sitting on his own black throne in a very lazy posture, showing no trace of anger, excitement or other emotions, as if the person who had been destroyed and transformed just now was not himself.

After several minutes, she said to herself in a slightly playful tone: "You actually destroyed my incarnation without hesitation! Soth, I really underestimated you. But it doesn't matter, anyway, I have already I have sent the most important thing to you. Next, you will become the most powerful weapon I can use against God."

"Great goddess! I don't understand why you want to hand Angel Poison Core over to him? He is already a god. If he is trained a little, he will become a good helper, right?"

A human woman wearing a holy emblem knelt down on one knee and asked with a confused look on her face.

"helper?"

Shar shook his head with disdain: "No, even if a fool like Angel Poison Core becomes a god, he has no potential or value at all.

But if he were handed over to South, the situation would be completely different.

With Soth's character, he will definitely try his best to understand the nature of the gods and several ways to kill them.

The most important thing is that he has a strong natural rejection of gods, so he will inevitably conflict with many gods.

Just imagine, if this guy dares to destroy my incarnation without hesitation, how will he react when facing other gods whose strength is far inferior to mine?

There are too many gods in this world. If someone can make them less, why not? "

"You mean...train Soth to become a God-killer?"

The human woman wearing the holy emblem suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with crazy worship of her goddess.

Because she knew that as one of the twin goddesses of creation, Shar's ultimate goal was to destroy all gods except herself and return the entire Toril to its original state of darkness, tranquility, and without any disturbance or noise.

The Goddess of Night pursed her lips and nodded with a half-smile: "Yes, I want Soth to become a god-killer. After all, he has such potential, doesn't he? The most important thing is that this guy was originally mine. Enemy, so no matter whether I succeed or fail, I won’t lose anything. But if I succeed, I will get a huge reward that far exceeds what I paid.”

"That's it! Praise the great Nightsinger, your wisdom is unparalleled among the gods." The human woman bowed deeply at Shar's feet.

Conspiracy, lies, deception, illusion, temptation, insidiousness...

Shar skillfully used her priesthood to successfully make Zuo Si fall into a well-prepared trap without knowing anything about it.

However, whether her plan will work depends on how the situation develops.

Especially the performance of Cyric, the mad dog.

In Shar's opinion, dealing with the Prince of Lies is much easier than playing tricks with Zuo Si, who is rational and crazy.

The former's proud, arrogant, and easily jealous character is simply like a powder keg.

As long as you provoke him a little, he will obediently perform according to the set script without even having to pay any benefits.

This idiot is simply incomparable to the ancient God of Death, Yeager, let alone dealing with so many priests who have certain conflicts with each other.

It is said that its arbitrary nature has made the originally orderly underworld become extremely chaotic. Demons from the bottomless abyss took advantage of this opportunity to rush in and plunder souls unscrupulously.

Many gods have expressed strong dissatisfaction with this and believe that Cyric has not fulfilled his duties as the God of Death at all.

Of course, Shar doesn't care at all about what will happen to Cyric, the Prince of Lies.

She just hoped that this guy would help her get rid of a few more enemies before he was finished, especially the third-generation magic goddess Midnight who was the most threatening.

But what Shar didn't know was that Cyric was actually far crazier than she imagined.

At this moment, this guy, who is currently second only to the god Io in terms of divine power, has quietly gathered a large number of scribes with fanatical beliefs.

And they will participate in the creation of the most powerful, yet also the most ridiculous and creepy artifact in the history of Faerûn - the "Cyric Sutra".

The most powerful thing about this thing is that it can make any intelligent creature that has read or heard of it instantly become a fanatical believer of Cyric, the Prince of Lies.

Not to mention mere mortals, even gods will inevitably be affected to a certain extent.

On a table, a scribe only completed a small line of writing and immediately began to tremble violently uncontrollably. At the same time, blood slowly flowed out of his nose, mouth and eyes.

After a while, he fell on the table and breathed his last.

The second scribe who was waiting aside said nothing, immediately pushed the former's body aside, sat on it and continued to copy sentences full of flattery and flattery.

As a result, he died suddenly in less than a few minutes.

Obviously, in the process of making the artifact "Cyric Scripture", scribes were a kind of consumable.

Their spirits, wills and souls are the source of the artifact's powerful evil power.

Regarding the sacrifices of the believers, Cyric, the Prince of Lies, who sat on the Throne of Bones, was not moved at all. Instead, he let out sharp and harsh laughter from time to time.

In the eyes of this lunatic and psychopath, being able to sacrifice their lives for their own ambitions is the highest honor for these mortals.

He was completely immersed in unrealistic fantasies about the future and was unable to extricate himself. He was completely unaware of the crisis hidden behind his powerful power.

…

A few days later, an adventuring team came to the edge of the "skylight" deep in the Supreme Forest that led directly to the Underdark.

The leader was obviously a half-elf bard from the Harper Alliance.

He first roughly measured the size of the hole with his eyes, and then gasped and exclaimed: "Oh my God! What... is this damage caused by something? Is it a super earthquake? Or someone released it Some kind of amazingly powerful legendary magic?”

"No! It's not magic! The magic network around here operates very stably. If someone releases legendary magic, the magic network should be weakened for a long time."

Another dwarf dressed as a mage gave a different opinion.

"How about we climb down and take a look?" the dwarf warrior in the team suggested, stroking the thick beard on his chin.

"Don't be stupid! If I guessed correctly, this place should be connected to the Dark Territory, which is at least ten kilometers away. If one accidentally falls in the middle, there is a 100% chance that he will be smashed into a pulp."

The human warrior next to him rolled his eyes angrily, picked up a stone and threw it down.

As a result, I didn't hear any sound for a long time.

The dwarf was silent for a moment.

He was not a fool and understood what a distance of ten kilometers meant for the steep cliff terrain that went straight up and down.

Not to mention whether the rope the team brought is long enough, the height alone is enough to climb for at least two or three days.

And there must be no mistakes in the whole process, otherwise you will get stuck in the middle and be unable to get down or get up.

Just as the leader was trying to find some useful clues around him, the priest wearing the holy symbol of Tymora, the goddess of luck, suddenly picked up a stone fragment that shone with silver light and shouted in a slightly trembling voice: "Look at me. Found something!”

moment!

The entire adventure team gathered around and examined this strange piece of gravel repeatedly.

After a full minute, the half-elf bard urged impatiently: "Damn it! Don't lie! Tell us the answer quickly!"

"This is a sacred stone formed under the baptism of divine power. Usually, stones like this only appear near altars or temples. But there are quite a few here, and they are scattered for several kilometers around." The priest looked serious. explained.

You can't be an idiot to become a harpist.

The team leader instantly realized what the pastor wanted to express. He immediately turned around and stared at the bottomless passage and subconsciously opened his mouth: "Gods above! Are you saying that this place is the result of divine power?"

The priest nodded vigorously without thinking: "That's right! Apart from divine power, I really can't think of anything that can cause such astonishing damage. It seems that something terrible happened in the Underdark."

"Is it a battle between gods?" the half-elf bard asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It's hard to say, but one of them must be a god. But what makes me curious is that the divine power possessed by most gods will show obvious good and evil tendencies, but the remaining divine power in these stones does not seem to be tainted with any Colored white paper." The priest stared at the stone in his hand with confusion on his face.

"Captain, I think this matter has gone beyond what we can handle. It's best to send the news back immediately, and then ask the higher authorities to send more people to help. It's best to go down and take a look at the situation in the Underdark."

After saying that, the dwarf mage sat down on a fallen tree trunk, looking extremely tired.

After all, they had been traveling for several days without sleep in order to get to the scene of the incident as soon as possible. This was definitely quite unfriendly to a mage who needed adequate rest to maintain combat effectiveness.

In addition, mages generally have low physical fitness, so being able to persist until now without falling down can be regarded as well-trained.

"You're right. I'll send the message back right away. You guys can camp here and rest first..."

Before the half-elf bard could finish his words, a sharp arrow suddenly shot through the air from a distance and pierced his left eye on the spot with incredible speed and accuracy.

puff!

Blood splashed everywhere instantly!

Before he could even scream, he fell to the ground on his back and died.

Because of the huge inertial force of the arrow, it not only exploded the eyeball, but also destroyed the brain inside the eye socket.

"Enemy attack!!!!!"

The dwarf warrior shouted and raised the big shield in his hand, patrolling the surroundings with great vigilance, trying to find the enemy who was sending cold arrows.

But unfortunately, what he found was not one, two, or three enemies, but a whole group of more than thirty fully armed mercenaries.

"Go! Kill them all!"

The mercenary, headed by a warrior wearing black armor, gave the order to attack.

Without saying a word, the ten riders immediately urged their horses to start running and accelerating. In the blink of an eye, they divided and surrounded the team that was suspected to be sent by the Harper Alliance, and then cooperated with the infantry to kill them one by one.

The whole process took less than three minutes, fully demonstrating the superb tactical qualities of this group of mercenaries.

When the last member of the adventure team also fell in a pool of blood, the leading black-armored warrior raised his visor and spat fiercely at the corpse on the ground: "Bah! I knew these Harper bastards would definitely send someone here. Investigate the situation. But this time, it’s clear that we, the Zhentarim, are better prepared.”

"Boss! After killing these Harper spies, they will definitely send someone else." Another mercenary warned.

"Don't worry! This time we killed and intercepted their spies, and the other side won't have time to react for at least three to five days. By making good use of this time, we can get first-hand information and evacuate before the Harper Alliance. Okay, stop talking nonsense and let brothers take action quickly, Lord Ximanmeng is still waiting for our good news." The black-armored warrior urged impatiently.

However, Zuo Si obviously doesn't know yet that his use of the divine power to impact the scepter has led to a new round of confrontation between the enemies of the Harper Alliance and the Zhentarim. He is currently staying in the mage tower of Askatra for a series of incomparable battles. Crazy research.

At this moment, Angel Poison Core, the God of Spores, was placed on the dissecting table. His limbs, head, eyeballs, and internal organs had all been separated, and some were even soaked in huge glass jars filled with antiseptic fluid.

But even so, he still did not die, but all the divided bodies remained alive.

The most interesting thing is that whenever a certain part of the body is severely injured, other parts will turn into black spores in an instant.

Obviously, from the moment he officially became a god, Angel Poison Core was no longer an ordinary flesh and blood body, but turned into a "vegetable" made of fungal spores.

Although there is no difference on the surface, once you cut it open you will find that the spores have completely replaced the original normal cells and become the basic building blocks of its body.

In other words, his body has actually become some kind of container that carries consciousness.

Its true body has long been completely spiritualized and turned into a life form that mortals cannot understand, that is, a god.

"Interesting! It turns out that real God cannot exist in the material world at all!

Unless Io, the supreme god, uses his supreme authority, they will always be isolated in another level or dimension and cannot be killed by normal methods.

No wonder the cases of mortals killing gods in Faerun were concentrated in the Year of Turmoil.

Only in that special situation will God become very easy to kill.

Under normal circumstances, the best way to kill a god is to kill his spirit and mind first.

And killing the spirit and thought is nothing more than exterminating its followers and making people in the material world completely forget its name.

In addition, even if other methods of killing gods are successful, the opponent can be resurrected through the believers' devout prayers or bloody sacrifices. "

Zuo Si touched his chin and made a summary with interest.

However, what made him feel a little regretful was that Angel Poison Core didn't even have a single believer, so there was no way to study the relationship between faith and divine power levels.

Otherwise, the gods of Faerun will no longer have any secrets from him.

"Have you found a way to kill this guy?" Diary suddenly asked.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, now I know how to kill a god, especially this new god who has not even founded his own country and has not even a single believer."

As the last word blurted out, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the severed head of Angel Poison Core, frantically activating the power of his own spark.

moment!

A rift leading to the dark void opened.

Zuo Si didn't even stop for a second, and directly stretched the hand holding his head into the dark void.

The next second...

Woo——woo——woo——

A creepy sound came from Angel Poison Core's mouth, followed by a ball of transparent liquid that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye and slowly spurted out from his eyes, nose and mouth.

These liquids are like crazy, trying desperately to escape the influence of the dark void and return to the material world.

But how could Zuo Si let him succeed? He quickly took out the artifact - Talona's Favor and smashed it.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Every time it is swung, the scepter will make a loud noise as if it hits an entity, and the liquid will slowly decrease.

After the last bit completely disappeared, the scepter released a dazzling red light on the spot, and exuded an aura of extremely evil hatred.

And those parts of the body placed on the dissecting table or soaked in embalming fluid. Almost instantly it lost its vitality.

At the same time, in the laboratory, a portal to the star realm slowly opened.

You don't need to ask to know that this is a phenomenon that only occurs after a certain god has completely fallen.

If there is no external interference, the god's corpse will be pulled in, and then float in the star realm, petrified bit by bit, and eventually evolve into rocks or islands of different sizes.

The corpses of the most powerful gods would even form a continent.

Similarly, the chair that just appeared in the Pantheon also collapsed and disappeared with the death of Angel Poison Core.

It was obviously impossible for Zuo Si to let the loot he finally obtained be pulled into the star realm like this, so he decisively cast a spell to close the passage.

"Angel Poison Core is dead?!" The diary's tone was full of surprise.

It witnessed Zuo Si using various methods to kill Angel Poison Core in the past few days, but failed without exception.

But now, in less than five minutes, the spore god was completely dead.

"Yes, dead. I used the dark void to break the boundaries between levels and dimensions, forced out Angel Poison Core's godly soul, spirit and consciousness, and then stripped away all his divine sparks and divine power. Only the most primitive souls are kept and imprisoned. How about it, it’s easy, isn’t it?”

Zuo Si casually threw the dead head into a glass container not far away, and raised the corners of his mouth with a proud smile.

By killing Angel Toxcore, he realized that the Dark Void was the most powerful weapon against the gods of Faerun.

Because these gods need faith to connect different planes, once they are forcibly dragged into the dark void and lose all coordinate points, the essence of their soul, spirit, will and divine spark will be pulled out from another level or dimension.

At this time, as long as the divine spark is stripped away, the god will die instantly without even destroying his soul.

Of course, this major premise is that the person who is dragged into the dark void must be the body of the god and not the incarnation.

"Hahahaha! It's really easy. Congratulations, you just successfully killed a god with your own hands." Diary laughed and complimented.

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Don't be too happy too early. This method of killing gods will not be of much use in actual combat, especially for those powerful gods with several incarnations."

Diary nodded with deep understanding and comforted him: "Don't worry, you can take your time. We have found the right direction, and the next thing to do is to continue exploring along this road. Sooner or later, we will be able to Gain the power to confront the gods of Faerûn."

"I hope so!"

Zuo Si gently touched the scepter in his hand, feeling the pain and despair emanating from the soul imprisoned inside.

Obviously, when he just waved [Talona's Favor] to peel off the divine spark, he captured the soul of Angel Poison Core.

Now, he can use all the abilities of his LV22 druid profession at will.

Just when Zuo Si was about to check the list of Angel Poison Core's spells and specialties, he was immediately interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

boom! boom! boom!

"who is it?"

Zuo Si asked casually.

Soon, a voice sounded in his mind.

"Master, the last project you ordered us to study has made breakthrough progress."

"What? There's progress!"

Zuo Si was instantly overjoyed and quickly walked over to open the door, just in time to see a mind flayer standing at the door.

I saw it gently waving its tentacles like an octopus and reported through the spiritual connection: "Just fifteen minutes ago, we successfully injected the consciousness of a soul into another body through the master brain, and it was in the form of remote control. .”

"What about the range? What is the limit range of this kind of remote control?" Zuo Si asked enthusiastically.

"With the current psychic equipment, the maximum distance cannot exceed five kilometers, otherwise it will automatically disconnect from the master brain." The mind flayer hurriedly gave an exact number.

"What if a psychic signal amplifier is installed on the way?"

Zuo Si was obviously quite dissatisfied with the distance of five kilometers.

The mind flayer replied helplessly: "The production process of the psychic signal amplifier is very complicated, and it requires at least ten mind flayers to donate their brains. Even if it is installed, it can only be extended around the signal tower from the center. Ten kilometers. This is not a technical problem, but the new mastermind is not strong enough and needs time to grow slowly."

"Will the soul's remote control of the body cause discomfort or unrealistic reactions?"

Realizing that the problem was rooted in the mastermind, Zuo Si immediately shifted his focus to other places.

Because he hasn't decided yet whether to allow the new mastermind to continue to grow, he can only put it on hold for now.

"No. According to the soul's own description, he felt as if he was alive again. In addition, based on your suggestions, we also tested aspects such as reducing pain and sensory stimulation, and all were successful without exception. With the main brain The current load it can bear can accommodate up to two thousand souls at the same time for remote control."

When saying these words, the Mind Flayer's tone became obviously a little excited.

As a summoned creature, it understands that the complex experiments its master asked it to conduct are to provide a special group of immigrants for the floating city.

To put it simply, it is to collect the souls of a group of high-end talents from the Harry Potter world, and then place them in the fantasy world through magic similar to replicating Waterdeep.

Then through the illusion, like the Avatar brain-computer interface, consciousness is instilled into the prepared clone body.

In this way, the problem of the serious shortage of living people in the floating city can be solved, and at the same time, the creativity of these high-end talents can be used to try to integrate science and magic.

The most important thing is that these people do not really exist, but must rely on magic and psychic technology. No matter how powerful the body they control is, once the connection is cut off, they are just ordinary souls without any power.

Even their souls themselves are not under their control, and there is no chance of rebellion at all.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of expectation flashed in Zuo Si's eyes, and he directly ordered: "Go and prepare thirty clones immediately. I will use them after a while."

"As you wish. But what to do with the soul used for experiments? He already knows a lot of secrets about this plan. I think it's safer to get rid of it." The Mind Flayer suggested very cautiously.

"Then deal with it. I don't want this bastard to bring this idea to those demons after falling into the hell of Baator."

Zuo Si chose to agree without even hesitating.

After all, this matter was too sensitive, so he didn't even tell Wilmes and Isadora, just to keep it as secret as possible.