A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

At midnight, most of the city in Ascatella has completely become quiet, except for the still brightly lit and extremely noisy Waking Shopping District, the dock area, and some pubs, hotels and other service venues.

Because for most civilians, although the salary of work is increasing with the unprecedented prosperity of trade with the Maztec continent, for them, long-lasting lighting equipment such as candles, oil lamps, and magic lamps are still of great value. Uncompromising luxury.

Perhaps every household will buy one or two candles or an oil lamp for emergencies, but they will never be used easily.

If you stand in the air, you can clearly see that the city at night is very clearly divided into several areas.

Among them, the lights in Woking Mall are the brightest. Many businesses even use torches with eternal flames or colorful magic lamps.

Next is the dock, which is busy loading and unloading goods day or night. It is also illuminated extremely brightly by torches and magic lamps with eternal flames.

Many scantily clad young women would stand in groups under the lights, showing off their seductive body curves, and then bargain with the nearly suffocated sailors who had just gotten off the boat.

Once an agreement is reached, both parties will go to a deserted dark alley to complete the transaction.

From dark to dawn, all kinds of strange sounds can be heard almost everywhere in the streets and warehouses near the dock.

Some of them are high-pitched, some are low-pitched, and they have become one of the characteristics and symbols of this area.

Of course, like all industries that wander in the gray area, these are controlled by the Shadow Thieves Guild.

Every time the women complete a transaction, they will hand over part of their income to the local snakes responsible for protecting them.

Only in this way can they safely engage in this industry. Instead of worrying about suddenly becoming corpses floating in sewers and seas.

In addition, because the Shadow Thieves Guild is the most professional and elite criminal organization on the continent of Faerûn, it understands the importance of sustainable development and rarely over-squeezes its subordinates who can continuously earn profits for themselves.

Therefore, women usually only need to hand over 20% of their income to recruit customers with confidence.

Once you encounter someone who is too rough or too perverted, you can directly summon members of the Shadow Thieves Guild to protect you.

You must know that the biggest difference between Askatra and Calimport is that the underground world of the former is completely monopolized by the Shadow Thieves Guild.

Although there are many branch gangs and small guilds under his subordinates, no one dares to disobey the orders issued by their superiors.

Otherwise, what awaits the leaders of these gangs and small guilds is a brutal and bloody purge.

The top management, headed by Renoir Bloodhead, never minded using a massacre to warn all subordinates with evil intentions.

Due to the unified market and complete management system, there will be no competition for turf among the Shadow Thieves.

Even the personal safety of pickpockets, swindlers and prostitutes under their control is relatively secure, and they don't have to worry about being involved in gang fights and losing their lives.

Most importantly, the unprecedented prosperity of trade and commerce has also made the shadow thieves who control the underground world of Amn a lot of money.

This can be seen from the fact that many leaders can actually afford houses in places like the administrative district.

At this moment, Renault Bloodhead, who is the real leader of the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters, is standing on an inconspicuous berth on the dock under the protection of a dozen elite assassins, admiring the growing criminal empire in his hands. , an unparalleled sense of satisfaction emerged in my heart.

The reason why he took the risk of leaving the guild headquarters today was to meet an important partner.

After all, since Calimport in the south was purged by the Undead Emperor Shane VII, all smuggling and contraband business has come to a standstill.

The newly appointed controller of the underground world, Apke, completely ignored the previous good cooperative relationship with the Shadow Thieves and ruthlessly uprooted several strongholds established by the guild there.

Therefore, whether it is for the purpose of revenge, or to reconnect and establish an intelligence and smuggling network, Renault Bloodhead needs to find a partner with sufficient power and influence in the local area.

As Cyric's elector and the actual power holder of the Prince of Lies Church in Kalingshan, Malik extended an olive branch at the critical moment.

One of the two parties wanted to rebuild their stronghold in Calimport, and the other was eager to use external forces to resist the strong suppression of Shane VII. It can be said that they hit it off.

"Look! The ship is coming!"

A half-elf thief with dim vision pointed at the blurry light spots on the sea in the distance and shouted.

Since there are a large number of commercial ships docked in the Bay of Ascatra, in order to prevent unnecessary losses caused by unclear collisions, the city hall issued an order requiring all unanchored ships to be at the bow, stern and lookout point at night. Above, hang sufficiently bright oil lamps and torches respectively.

So once there is light on the sea, it often means that a ship is heading towards the harbor.

After a while, the blurry light spots gradually became clear.

When the distance was a few hundred meters, it was clearly visible that it was a medium-sized merchant ship with two decks, and the flag of the chamber of commerce was hung on the mast.

Just when Renoir Bloodhead cleared his throat and was about to express his welcome to this ally who came from afar, another assassin next to him suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

"Boss! Be careful! Something is wrong! I smell a strong smell of blood!"

"The smell of blood?"

Renoir Bloodhead's expression changed slightly, and he immediately narrowed his eyes and stared at the ship that was getting closer and closer.

After about a few minutes, he could vaguely see the dark shadow standing on the deck with the bright light of the dock, and at the same time, there was a strong smell of blood blowing over with the sea breeze.

When they were only a few dozen meters away from the berth, everyone present could see the bodies lying scattered on the deck, as well as the thick layer of plasma stuck to the deck.

A woman with short black hair and pale skin stood on the corpse, pinched the neck of Malik, the chosen one of the Prince of Lies, with one hand, and cut his entire body in front of a dozen shadow thieves. The head was violently pulled from the neck.

Dazzling blood spurted out from the aorta, forming a terrifying yet beautiful giant blood flower under the influence of some unknown magical power.

Then it fell like raindrops from the top of the head, hitting the bodies and faces of all the Shadow Thieves Guild members, including Renault Bloodhead.

There are no words to describe the look of shock and disbelief on their faces at this moment.

In contrast, the pale-skinned woman seemed to have done an insignificant thing. First she licked the blood on her fingers with great enjoyment, and then she threw Malik's dead head high into the air and rowed it over the pier. It passed through a beautiful parabola, and then fell to the wooden plank of the plank road with a bang.

At this point, the shadow thieves finally came to their senses and drew their weapons one after another, assuming postures as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

As a huge criminal organization with influence all over the west coast of Faerûn, they are not little thieves who have never seen the world. They quickly judged that this woman was not a human being, but a very powerful vampire.

Renoir Bloodhead asked with a livid face: "Who are you? Who are you working for? Do you and your master want to declare war on us Shadow Thieves?"

"Declare war? Hahahahaha! Are you worthy of it?"

The vampire raised his chin proudly and suddenly jumped up from the deck of the ship. Like a weightless feather, he landed in front of the shadow thieves with extremely gentle and graceful movements.

Just a look!

One of the senior assassins was instantly charmed and immediately stabbed another unsuspecting companion next to him in the back.

The next second...

puff!

"Ah!!!!!!! You...what the hell are you doing?!"

The unlucky guy who had his heart penetrated slowly turned his head, his face full of horror and despair.

He couldn't believe that his best friend would suddenly kill him.

"Sorry, this is the master's order. Who made you a follower of Cyric."

The charmed assassin expressionlessly stirred the dagger pierced into his body to ensure that the opponent's heart was completely broken, and then he simply pulled out the weapon and shook off the blood stained on it.

The whole action is smooth and smooth, and even makes people feel the beauty of simple and clear killing.

The moment the dagger was pulled out, the former was full of doubts and unwillingness, and fell headfirst to the ground, turning into a warm corpse.

Renault Bloodhead, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, suddenly felt chills running down his spine. He suppressed the fear in his heart and threatened loudly: "You are provoking! The Shadow Thieves Guild will never allow any person or organization to kill people." And they can get away with killing our members.”

"No, Shadow Thief, you are wrong.

This is not a provocation, but a warning.

Starting today, all cooperation with Cyric and his church is prohibited.

Otherwise I guarantee you that what happened on the ship today may happen at the Shadow Thieves Guild Headquarters next time. "

When he said these words, the vampire's eyes burst out with frightening red light, and his bloodthirsty and violent expression made all the remaining shadow thieves feel as if a hand was pinching their hearts, preventing them from beating normally.

"Why do you do this? You and your master are the enemies of the Prince of Lies?"

Realizing that the other party was not here for him, Renoir Bloodhead breathed a sigh of relief and began to try to get more useful information.

He didn't understand at all, who in this world dared to go against Cyric and his church forces who had powerful divine power.

Especially things like killing voters are obviously no longer ordinary confrontation, but an out-and-out frontal declaration of war.

"Haha, don't worry, Shadow Thief, you will understand soon.

Also to correct me, I am not against Dark Sun, but he has personally declared war on the gods.

Look, the fire is coming from the direction of Cyric Temple over there.

After tonight, all his temples in Amn will be slaughtered without mercy, and his fanatical followers will be completely wiped out from the physical level.

I suggest you also clean up the people within the Shadow Thieves who believe in the Prince of Lies.

When they become overrun, I will have to kill you all too. "

As these words blurted out, the female vampire opened her arms and released a powerful magical force from her body.

Everyone present who was affected immediately felt a surge of blood, and even their eyes were instantly covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

Others spurted large amounts of blood from their noses.

Although Renault Bloodhead had met some vampires and intelligent undead creatures, and even established stable cooperation with them.

But I have never seen a vampire that can directly control the blood in other people's bodies without contact.

There is no doubt that all vampires with this kind of power have at least reached the lowest "Lord" level.

Even if it is directly exposed to the midday sun, it will not be destroyed like ordinary vampires.

After realizing this, Reynold Bloodhead took a deep breath to force himself to stay calm, then he put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Thank you for reminding me, I will figure out what happened as soon as possible, and then decide to take any measures." What kind of action? If you don’t mind, could you tell me your and your master’s names?”

"You can call me Badi, Vampire Queen Badi.

As for the name of the master, with your strength and status, you don’t deserve to know it.

Also, the cemetery area will be my territory from now on.

If any shadow thieves dare to come close, don't blame me for using their blood and corpses as dinner. "

After saying these words, Badi instantly transformed into a huge bat and soared into the sky, disappearing into the vast night.

The assassin who was controlled by the charm also regained consciousness as she gradually moved away. He knelt on the ground with a plop and began to shake violently uncontrollably.

However, Renoir Bloodhead no longer cared about dealing with this subordinate who was charmed and attacked his companions. He immediately returned to the building where the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves Guild was located and sent a large number of manpower to investigate and collect intelligence.

After about a few hours, pieces of information appeared on the desk.

When he saw that all the temples and altars dedicated to Cyric in the city of Ascatla, and even in the entire Amn region, were destroyed by mysterious forces of unknown origin, and more than a thousand fanatical die-hards were brutally executed, he finally realized this. This incident was far more serious than I imagined.

Not just Amn!

Kalimshan in the south, Baldur's Gate and Luskan in the north, all set off a storm that destroyed the foundation of Cyric's faith.

Once it is discovered that the Church of the Prince of Lies is operating secretly, the harshest crackdown will be immediately dealt with.

There is no need to even hold any trial. After being caught, he will be executed on the spot and all property in his name will be confiscated.

Because Zhentil Keep is still in chaos, the outside world still doesn't know what happened there, let alone Cyric's official declaration of war on the gods.

But as a senior executive of the Shadow Thieves, Renoir Bloodhead has clearly realized that the vampire queen Badi, who does not know who she works for, was not joking when she said she would launch a massacre against the Shadow Thieves Guild, but it was really possible. occur.

After all, since the end of the Year of Turmoil and Cyric became the new god under the promotion of Io, the God of Gods, many ambitious young people within the guild have chosen to adopt it as their faith.

This means that Shadow Thief has actually become the largest gathering place for Cyric believers in Amn.

"Damn it! Maiwa, Alros, Sarchi, Lulan, no one would have thought that without paying attention, there are already so many leaders within the guild who believe in the Prince of Lies."

Looking at the series of lists in his hand, Renault Bloodhead finally couldn't sit still anymore.

He knew he had to eliminate these threats one by one without provoking large-scale resistance.

Otherwise, the Shadow Thieves organization, which originally believed in Musk, the god of thieves, would sooner or later become a tool in the hands of the madman Cyric.

But the problem is, the Shadow Thieves Guild has its own set of rules.

If you want to take down the leader of a subordinate guild, you must have sufficient evidence of rebellion by the other party.

Thinking of this, Renoir Bloodhead suddenly had an idea and realized that the adventurers who often walked through the streets and alleys of Ascaltra might be good helpers.

They were not members of the Shadow Thieves Guild, so even if they exposed each other, it would not be considered a quarrel, and there would still be plenty of room for maneuver.

Soon, under the hint of Renoir Bloodhead, members of the Shadow Thieves Guild began to appear frequently in taverns, hotels and other places, paying attention to those adventurer teams that seemed to be both capable and smart enough, and then introduced them to their own families. I know the boss.

A secret war started quietly within the Shadow Thieves Guild.

The Vampire Queen Badi took her descendants soaring into the night sky, watching the internal fighting of the shadow thieves from a high position.

From time to time, invitations are extended to desperate but capable guys.

The number of vampires and their spawn has grown to two to three hundred people in a short period of time.

“These shadow thieves are really stupid, they were fooled so easily.

It seems that the owner still overestimates them.

With the power we have now, as long as we launch a war, we can completely destroy them in a month or two at most. "

Badi stood on the top floor of a bell tower and commented with interest.

"But the problem is, the master didn't give you such permission, right?"

The dark elf vampire stretched out his arms from behind, gently caressed Badi's exposed flat belly, and then extended it all the way down.

The vampire queen obviously enjoyed the intimacy with this descendant. After rubbing for a while, she turned around, held the former's chin and said with a smile: "Master did not give me the authority to start a war.

But that doesn't mean I can't take the opportunity to do something to further weaken the power of the Shadow Thieves Guild.

Remember that guy named Maiwa?

Invite him to the cemetery area and I want to talk to him face to face. "

"As you wish, my dear mistress."

The dark elf vampire took the initiative to offer a passionate kiss, then twisted his hips in a seductive posture and walked along the roof to the edge, then jumped from the height.

Not long after she walked away, Irenicas appeared beside his sister out of thin air and asked expressionlessly: "Is it really okay for you to do this? You must know that Soth is not a person who is easily deceived. "

"Don't worry, my brother.

After this period of time together, I have won Soth's trust.

As long as such a small matter is controlled within a certain range, he will not interfere at all. "

Badi turned around and explained in a sophisticated manner.

“Then be cautious.

In Baldur's Gate in the north, the son of Baal named Sarevok has become quite powerful.

Not only does he already know his life experience, but he is also exploring his own potential through some unknown means. The killing divinity in his body is as dazzling as the fire in the darkness.

A few days ago, I witnessed with my own eyes that he successfully attached divine power to his two-handed giant sword and broke through all the magic protection of the ogre mage with just one blow, nailing him to the ground.

That kind of terrifying power cannot be achieved by any known magic or divine spell. "

When saying these words, Irenikas' tone was full of strong fear.

Because he has always been confident enough in his own magical power, he realized for the first time that powerful protective spells may not be able to achieve a 100% blocking effect in the face of divine power.

"You mean...that son of Baal might kill you in a battle?"

Badi showed a look of surprise.

Irenekas nodded with a serious expression: "Yes.

Sarevok named it Death Raid.

Although he still cannot master it 100%, once he successfully uses it, including you and me, we may all die instantly.

Because that is the power that belongs to Baal, the God of Murder.

So the next phase of my research will revolve around the Sons of Baal.

If I can extract enough divinity from the soul of the son of Baal, I can ignite it into a divine spark, thus completing the transformation from mortal to god.

The Shadow Thieves Guild has been too successful in infiltrating the Baldur's Gate area, so you must create enough trouble in Amn so that they cannot hinder my plan. "

"Got it, I know what to do."

Badi agreed without hesitation.

After Irenekas left, she immediately conveyed the conversation back to the Mage Tower.

Poor Irenicas thought that Badi was pretending to surrender to Zuo Si, and then doing things for himself in private.

But the actual situation is exactly the opposite.

The vampire queen, who had been made into a biological card, had already completely taken on the shape of Zuo Si.

Including the massacre of Cyric believers in Amn and the destruction of all its temples, it was all done by Badi and his vampires.

As for the Luskan area in the north, Yelnia, the Shadow King, is responsible for cleaning up.

In just one night, the foundation of the Prince of Lies' faith had basically disappeared from the west coast of Ferenc.

The speed was so fast that even the senior leaders of the Harper Alliance who were originally planning to take action were caught off guard.

You know without asking that all this was arranged by Zuo Si in advance.

As a person who hates Cyric very much, it can be said that he has arranged many means in advance in order to defeat the Prince of Lies in one fell swoop.

Before, because the time had not come yet, I had always hidden it in the dark so that no one could see it.

Now that the time is ripe, it is natural to use all means available.

A coalition army composed of frost giants, orcs, goblins, ogres, gnolls, white dragons and other monsters who were bewitched by the followers of Cyric had just stepped out of the mountains of the Spine of the World and wanted to go south, but they were teleported to Weir. Mace, a group of lichs and the Dire Wolf Legion were killed.

Basically, they either died on the spot, or they knelt down and begged for mercy and became prisoners.

Zuo Si obviously had no intention of interfering with these small matters that his subordinates could handle on their own.

Because at this moment, he was sitting in the high tower of the City of Judgment, conducting an unknown secret transaction with Yeager.

Since the new God of Death, Kelanvor, who had just taken over, was still having a midnight date with the Goddess of Magic and had not returned, this ancient God of Death naturally took over the authority and quickly restored order to the Hazy Realm from chaos with extremely skilled operations.

The portals, often exploited by demons, are now controlled by powerful undead armies.

Once there are signs of demon invasion, these high-level undead will immediately swarm them and kill them all.

As for the devil who helped maintain order in the past, he has obtained the permission of the third-generation god of death, Kelanvor, and can roam freely in the City of Judgment. Through endless speeches and instigation, he can make mortal souls sign contracts and go to hell.

In short, without Cyric as a troublemaker, the world of the dead immediately seemed a lot cleaner.

Although the overall atmosphere is still gloomy, at least there is no fear and uneasiness in the soul, and everything is being implemented in accordance with the established rules.

The messengers sent by the gods can also take the souls of believers back to the kingdom of gods safely.

But there is one god who is an exception, and that is Cyric, the Prince of Lies, who officially declared war on the gods.

The souls of his followers who have fallen into madness are currently being imprisoned in a huge temporary prison, enduring the torture and torture of the devils day and night.

Unless he signs a contract to sell his soul, the torture will never stop.

Obviously, this is a naked and undisguised revenge.

Because Cyric did not perform his duties seriously during the period when he became the god of death, many gods lost the souls of many believers.

Now, Jaeger wants to give the Prince of Lies a similar taste.

But Zuo Si felt that with Cyric's current crazy mental state, he probably didn't care much about the life and death of believers' souls.

The two of them just sat in front of the table, staring at each other without saying a word.

After several minutes, Yeager took the lead to break the silence and said in a slightly playful tone: "I can give you the priesthoods of attrition, decline, and exhaustion. But the question is what are you going to use in exchange? ?”

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "It depends on what you want, the great Lord of the end of all things.

After all, even the value of the same item is different in everyone's eyes.

An item that may be more precious than life to one person may be worthless to another person.

Only by understanding your needs can I offer a corresponding price. "

"Haha, you are very smart and very good at asking for trouble. You actually want to test me with this kind of insinuation."

Jaeger let out a deep laugh.

As the oldest god of death in Faerûn, his wisdom, vision and mind have long been baptized and tempered by time and have become extremely terrifying.

"No, this is not a test, but to better conclude this deal. What's more, I am not a god, and I will not become one in the future. I will not pose any threat to you at all." Zuo Si calmly replaced He defended himself.

Yeager raised his right hand and stretched out a dry finger, pointing to the location where the planeswalker spark was hidden on his chest and sighed slightly: "Yes! With the ability to travel through different time and space at will, who would want to be God is firmly bound in the spiritual world."

Zuo Si keenly caught the flash of desire in the eyes of the ancient god of death, and asked in an uncertain tone: "So you want to get a planeswalker's spark?"

"If it were thousands of years ago before I became the God of Death, my answer would definitely be yes.

No intelligent creature can resist the temptation of constantly traveling to other worlds, exploring different scenery, and learning all kinds of knowledge.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

Because becoming a god means abandoning mortal nature and becoming a purely spiritual being.

There is no way that the spark of divinity can coexist with the spark within you.

I can feel that when the two collide, something very, very terrible is going to happen. "

Jaeger replied with a slightly regretful tone.

"So what do you want from me?"

Zuo Si's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Yeager lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then said: "I want a world, a world that only belongs to me."

"You mean... let me find a world without God, and then establish faith so that you can come to the incarnation?"

Zuo Si obviously did not expect that the other party would make such a request.

Not too hard, but too easy.

For a planeswalker, finding such a time, space or plane is easier than eating and drinking.

“No, not the Advent Avatar.

Instead, he completely gave up everything he had now, reincarnated from a god to a mortal, and then became a god as a mortal.

In addition, I have an additional requirement, that is, this world must be outside of Toril's universe.

In return, I can support all your initiatives and actions in Faerûn.

Including the vocations of fatalism, grand funeral, and tomb guarding that I have now, as well as all the divine power and inheritance, they will all belong to you after the reincarnation is completed. "

Jaeger stated all his demands in one breath.

There is no doubt that this is quite unusual for a god.

Reincarnation, in particular, is equivalent to a billionaire suddenly announcing that he will donate all his property and then go to the bottom of society to start working again.

This is quite unusual from any angle.

Zuo Si looked at the ancient God of Death sitting across the table with great confusion, trying to figure out what the other person was singing. After a while, he couldn't help but test it: "Can you tell me the reason for doing this? "

"Sorry, this is my personal secret and I can't tell you. The only thing I can tell you is that there is no conspiracy involved here. I just want to leave Toril and start over."

After saying that, Yeager stopped making any sound and just waited patiently for a reply.

"make a deal!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Zuo Si finally decided to agree.

After all, the whole thing looks like nothing is being lost from start to finish.

All he needs to do is to pick one of the many worlds and then help the ancient god of death complete his reincarnation, that's all.

As for what will happen to the world in the future, that is none of his business.

Anyway, judging from what Yeager has done in the past, at best, it is to establish a country that is inclined to lawful evil and can only worship itself, and will not be crazy enough to engage in disasters such as annihilation of the world.

"Fifty years! I will give you fifty years to prepare and search. After fifty years, I will ask you to fulfill this promise." Yeager said solemnly.

"Yes. As the lord of the ninth level of hell, I solemnly promise you that I will help you find a satisfactory world and complete reincarnation within fifty years."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's body instantly expanded and transformed into the form of a big devil. He stretched out his right hand and held it with the other's withered hand of the dead.

moment!

A hell contract appeared out of thin air, and then turned into a ball of flame and burned up in the air.

Seeing that the contract was completely turned into ashes and scattered in the wind, a creepy smile finally appeared on Yeager's withered skull face, and then he lightly curled his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, several groups of light flashing in different colors flew over from unknown places and floated on the empty table.

He pointed to the leftmost among them and introduced: "Loss, decay, exhaustion, dusk, autumn, parasites, old age, these priesthoods were all given to Melkor, the previous generation of God of Death.

However, due to their obvious evil tendencies, they were rejected by the current god of death, Klanvor.

Now I hand them over to you and hope you can dispose of them properly.

Especially at dusk and autumn, it is easy to conflict with the Lord of the Morning and some nature gods.

Also, are you sure you don’t need my help to bring over the hanging priest of death and murder on the Throne of Baal? "

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but no need. I have other plans for those Sons of Baal who are starting to wake up one after another."

Zuo Si bowed politely, then returned to his human form. He raised his hand and stuffed these things that would make many gods salivate into the prepared containers.

Just as he was about to stand up and say goodbye, he suddenly saw a black light falling from the sky.

The newly appointed Death God Klanvor is finally back...

As the controller of the entire Hazy Realm, he obviously noticed Zuo Si on top of the tower at a glance. He teleported in and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Aren't you a midnight elect? Why are you here?"

"Hello, great God of Death. I have just negotiated a deal with the Lord of the End of All Things on behalf of Talona, ​​and I am planning to go back and resume my life." Zuo Si answered with a smile.

"That's it! I heard Midnight and Jaeger talking about it. The reason why we successfully brought down that bastard Cyric this time was all thanks to your secret operation. So strictly speaking, I owe you a favor."

Kelanvor, who had just become the God of Death, obviously still retains the character of repaying kindness as a mortal. Whether it is his attitude or tone, it is difficult not to feel good about him.

Zuo Si originally liked this kind of principled and responsible person, so he hurriedly said modestly: "You are too generous. I am just doing what I think is right, and hitting a certain god who makes people feel sick just by looking at it. As for Your ability to become the new God of Death is the choice of the will of the entire Hazy Realm, and the one who is really behind it is the Lord of the End of All Things."

"Hahahaha! You are very good at talking. No wonder Midnight likes you so much. The Lord of the End of All Things has really done a lot, and I will not forget his kindness. But equally, I will not forget the role you played in it. important role."

Kelanwo laughed and patted Zuo Si on the shoulder.

Seeing this, Jaeger on the side also suggested in a half-joking tone: "As far as I know, Soth seems to have always liked collecting high-level magic items and artifacts. Maybe you can use your newly acquired divine power to create one. I gave him an interesting artifact as a gift, and I can also practice his abilities in this area."

"Creating an artifact of death? Hmm - it sounds like a good idea. So tell me, what kind of thing do you like? Weapons, armor, or something else?" Kelanvor touched his chin and asked enthusiastically.

"I happen to have a necromancy magic item that I just finished making. How about you help me strengthen it with your divine power?"

With that said, Zuo Si took off the [Mansong's Skull] that was going to be hung and handed it over.

The moment Kelanvor touched the skull, he realized the specific effects of this thing, and subconsciously frowned.

"An evil artifact made from the soul of Manzon, the leader of the Zhentarim, and the twisted souls of Cyric's followers?"

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. I personally have a personal grudge against Mansong, so I made this magic item after killing him."

"All right.

For people like Manson, this fate is indeed deserved.

Although I don't really like this necromantic magical creation with evil tendencies, it is indeed a perfect container for the power and priesthood of death.

Now, let me strengthen its power a little bit. "

As the last word blurted out, a ball of gray smoke exuding cold negative energy suddenly appeared in Kelanvor's hand.

moment!

The two empty eye sockets of Mansung's Skull began to flash with red light, and then gray smoke followed the skull at an incredible speed to form an undead creature wearing a gray robe with a giant scythe floating around it.

"A messenger of death created by divine power? It seems very interesting. Let me help you a little."

Yeager raised his withered hands and poured a ball of black divine power into the body of this undead creature that looked like a god of death.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Under the originally bare robe, spines, ribs, hands and feet grew out of thin air.

When the two gods of death completed all the strengthening and regained their divine power, the undead creature disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the black skull slowly landing in front of Zuo Si.

After a simple magic detection, an unabashed joy suddenly appeared on the latter's face.

After being strengthened by Kelanwo and Yeager, the necromantic immunity characteristic of [Mansung's Skull] has been directly changed from the original three-level or below to the eight-level or below.

Moreover, in addition to its own "spell power", the use of necromancy magic will also produce an effect similar to "spell twins", causing twice damage to the target in an instant.

The most important thing is that it is no longer as simple as a pendant.

Zuo Si can awaken it when needed and appear as the messenger of death, which is the previous undead appearance holding a giant scythe and wearing a gray robe.

Despite its unremarkable appearance, even a little shabby, this thing is an out-and-out divine creature.

Its huge scythe is equivalent to a +5 instant death weapon. Each hit can not only cause astonishing damage, but may also trigger "Death Harvest", directly stripping the opponent's soul from the body.

If the target is a spiritual creature like a ghost, then "Death Harvest" will be triggered 100% of the time.

In addition, the essence of the Death Messenger is the creation of the divine power of death and the priesthood, so it does not really die.

Even if it is destroyed in a battle, it will respawn after a period of time.

If sufficient negative energy can be provided, the rebirth speed will be doubled.

Otherwise, summoning Death's Messenger does not conflict with controlling Manshon's soul.

This also means that [Mansung's Skull] can not only kill everyone in the former posture, but also release amazingly powerful spells to bombard the enemy indiscriminately.

"Thank you very much. I promise to use it well in the future and use it on the people it should be used on."

Zuo Sichong bowed to the two gods of death and solemnly gave his assurance.

Of course, this guarantee is mainly for Kelanwo.

Because he knew how much the newly appointed God of Death hated undead creatures.

"You're welcome, you deserve it.

If there's nothing else to do, go back first.

Next, I'm going to make some changes to the entire Twilight Zone.

Especially this tower that was hung with bones and skulls by Cyric.

There is also the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif wandering outside waiting to eat souls..."

After that, Kelanwo ignored Zuo Si and began to use his power of death to drastically transform the entire City of Judgment so that it would no longer be filled with the eerie and terrifying atmosphere it once was.

Not only that, he also had to deal with the pastors and believers who separated from Cyric Church and turned to him.

Most of these people belonged to Melkor, the god of death in the previous generation, and fell at the feet of the Prince of Lies after the Year of Troubles.

Now that the latter has lost the priesthood of death, they naturally have to make a new choice whether to stay and continue to serve the crazy Cyric, or to fall into the arms of the new death god Kelanvor.