A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Erenikas! Are you ready to pay for what you have done?"

Aberdare stared at his enemies with two blood-red eyes and roared.

As Baal's remnant soul began to activate the Blood Throne, he could clearly feel the increase in his power and his desire for violence, killing and death.

As a pure warrior, this strong desire from primitive instinct did not arouse any alarm. Instead, it gave this reckless and impulsive son of Baal an inexplicable sense of joy and enjoyment.

The reason is very simple.

Under the influence of Baal's nightmares, Aberdare's philosophical understanding of killing and death was basically the same as his father's.

This is why among the three sons of Baal in the team, his killer form is closest to Baal himself.

In contrast, Sancho has embarked on a completely different path, while Imoen's subconscious is still resisting, hesitating and wandering, and does not seem to want to accept this power.

"The price? Hahahahaha! You, a fool who is manipulated by others, don't know the truth at all, do you?"

Irenicus burst into a wild, sarcastic laugh.

Although he was quite annoyed that the bugs that absorbed the energy of the Tree of Life were destroyed, he was quickly relieved when he thought that he could not avoid this fateful battle no matter what.

After all, he now has abundant divine power converted from life energy in his body. At the same time, he has also ignited the spark of divinity and become a quasi-god. He must have an overwhelming advantage in terms of power.

Coupled with the originally powerful magical power, there is no need to fear the Son of Baal who knows nothing.

Quite the opposite!

It is the enemy who should be afraid.

"Others? Manipulation?"

Jaheira keenly grasped two key words.

Although she was facing the murderer who brutally killed her husband and desecrated the body, she was very angry and full of hatred in her heart, and she wanted to cut his body into pieces immediately.

However, the experience and habits cultivated by many years of working as a harpist still allowed the widow to regain her calm and restraint.

"Why, you don't think that you can stand in front of me again because of your own hard work and luck, right?

Don't be naive!

Both you and I are just pawns manipulated and played by more powerful beings.

It's just that I have embarked on the path of resistance, and at the same time gained enough strength to fight against it.

But you are still just humble ants.

The so-called fate, at its root, is nothing more than the interference of the strong in the behavior and even thoughts of the weak.

Especially those gods who claim to be always right but are selfish and narrow-minded in their hearts, always eager to transform mortals into what they expect.

Not caring at all what mortals think and whether this is what they desire.

Now I can clearly understand and feel this.

If you don't want to be a pawn, you must transcend the limits of mortals and become one of the gods.

But the funny thing is that you, sons of God, have obviously been gifted with talents that mortals cannot match since birth, but most of them have been wasted.

I just took away some things you don’t need, so what’s wrong with that? "

Instead of showing any trace of regret or guilt on Irenekas's face, he acted as if it were natural.

In this guy, you can clearly feel the arrogance and conceitedness of the upper echelon ruling class of the elven race, as well as the extreme idea of ​​not treating other short-lived races as human beings at all.

They even feel that humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, orcs and other ignorant and inferior races are only worthy of becoming vassals and slaves of elves.

This is exactly the same as when the giant dragon that dominated the continent initially regarded the elves as "two-legged beasts".

The most important thing is that this idea has been the consensus of the entire elven community for a long time, and has lasted for thousands of years.

It was not until the rise of several powerful human magical civilizations such as Netheril and Imaskar that these pointed-eared imperialists who were keen on war, expansion and domination gradually began to become "kind".

Perhaps this transformation process is directly related to the betrayal, division and sedimentation of the dark elves, which caused the elven god Corellon to hate evil very much.

But what's more, the increasingly powerful human beings force them to be more "kind".

Otherwise, once a full-scale racial war breaks out, without the intervention of gods, human beings may be able to withstand several, dozen or even dozens of failures based on their population base and fertility rate.

But it only takes one failure for the elves to be exterminated.

"So what you're trying to say is that everything we encounter on this adventure is planned and not the result of free will?"

Sancho narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person very carefully.

As the son of Baal who is closest to the quasi-god in the team, he is undoubtedly aware of the divine power released by the powerful elf high mage in front of him, as well as the bright sparks of divinity that are constantly shining in his soul.

Unlike most of the traditional routes for mortals to become gods, Irenicus did not choose those complicated and difficult philosophical concepts when spiritualizing himself.

Instead, he simply and crudely transforms all the unwillingness, anger, and hatred in his heart into a strong motivation for revenge.

This also means that if he becomes a demigod, he will most likely be a god of revenge, and maybe he will be specifically targeting elves and gods for revenge.

But unfortunately, the potential of the priesthood of revenge is really limited in Faerûn, a place where powerful divine powers are everywhere.

Just look at Hor, the God of Vengeance, for this.

After all, he only masters the three priesthoods of revenge, retribution, and fair reward and punishment, but they are not very popular. He has remained at the level of a demigod with weak divine power for many years.

Those mortals who long for true fairness and justice will inevitably choose to seek help from Tyr, the god of justice, while the evil camp is more willing to worship more powerful evil gods such as Bane and Shar.

If not, you can make a deal with the devil, or simply make a crazy sacrifice to summon the devil...

Either one is definitely more effective and quicker than praying to the god of vengeance, Hall.

But Irenicas, who has gone completely crazy, obviously doesn't care about this.

He looked at the boy not far away with a slightly amused look, and after more than ten seconds he asked meaningfully: "What do you think free will is?

Are the choices and decisions made by oneself after thinking?

How do you know that these thoughts, choices and decisions are really based on your own ideas and not misled by a large amount of information deliberately leaked by others?

Or is it influenced by emotions, interests, and values?

Especially your tutor is the best at making a fuss in this area.

And he is also one of the participants and manipulators behind the whole thing.

Every intelligent creature considers its own will and soul to be unique.

But in fact, they were just mass-produced by a place called Soul Castle on the positive energy plane, and then sent to various planes to become the first beings.

Never feel how special you are.

Because no matter we, or those alien creatures, elemental creatures and gods, at the beginning they were just an insignificant ray of soul from the Castle of Souls.

So in my opinion, the so-called free will is a false proposition.

In many cases, the concept of self is affected by too many objective factors, environment, instincts, desires, and growth experiences.

What you think of as free will is actually just the result of acting in accordance with a script on a predetermined stage.

There is never any freedom in the world. We are all puppets and slaves controlled by a stronger power.

It's like a reincarnation that is progressive and entangled.

In the mortal realm, kings, lords, mages and warriors with powerful powers can interfere with the fate of civilians to some extent, and even decide their life and death.

Can ascend to the supernatural realm, demons, demons, celestial beings, and gods can interfere with the fate of kings, lords, powerful wizards, and warriors, and determine the destination of their souls after death.

Further up, there is a plane of will that is more powerful than the gods and can instantly kill the superior god, no matter how powerful he is.

The will of the planes, especially the outer planes, is constructed from the thoughts, cognitions and souls of countless mortals reincarnated after death.

This means that whether we like it or not, we must accept that we are part of this universal cycle.

You can't surpass it, let alone change it. You can only improve your position as much as possible within the rules.

Becoming a god is the only way to escape being manipulated.

Look at me now!

Completely restored everything that had been deprived by the elven gods, and also gained the qualification to talk to them on an equal footing. "

Speaking of this, Irenicus paused deliberately, glanced at Aberdare and Imoen with a look of contempt, and then took the initiative to extend his right hand to the boy: "Dear Sancho, I think we are infinitely close. You quasi-god should understand what I'm talking about.

Now I officially extend an invitation to you.

And I sincerely hope that you can join me on this road of transcendence that is full of thorns and challenges.

I can help you cross that threshold and become a true god, freeing you from Soth's control once and for all.

Compared with other foolish Sons of Baal, you are the only one qualified to seize the Blood Throne and become the new God of Murder.

As long as we join forces, we will surely set off a storm among the gods. "

moment!

The surrounding air suddenly became solemn.

Including Aberdare and Jahira, all of them have set their sights on Sancho, who is currently the strongest in the team.

They knew that if the boy chose to betray at this time, let alone revenge, they might not even be able to leave alive.

What is even more frightening is that Sancho, the person involved, has no expression on his face, as if he is really seriously considering the pros and cons of forming an alliance with the other party.

As time passed by, everyone became more and more nervous.

After about two or three minutes, the boy sneered and shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested in your invitation.

To be precise, I don't want to cooperate with an insane lunatic, and I don't think you will be a match for the elves and gods.

It seems to me that your crazy plan has no chance of success.

And I can clearly distinguish what is exercise and what is control. "

"That's such a shame. In that case, let's start this battle to decide each other's fate. As long as I kill you all, I can continue to move forward on my own path and accomplish an unprecedented feat."

As he spoke, Irenekas raised his hands and suddenly shot out a spell infused with divine power.

boom! ! ! ! !

Aberdare, who was closest, flew out in response. Almost half of his body had been torn apart by the violent energy explosion, revealing large areas of blood-red muscles, internal organs, and dense white bones.

If this were the case for an ordinary person, he would probably be killed on the spot.

But he miraculously began to regenerate, and it took only a few seconds to recover most of his body.

As the divine power and divinity in the body began to directly connect with the Blood Throne, the power of all the Sons of Baal increased rapidly in a short period of time.

Although the previous Slayer form also had the ability to regenerate, it was obviously not as abnormal as this one.

"Imoen! Pay attention to counterspells! Don't let him cast spells easily!"

Sancho quickly completed the eighth-level spell [Serial Dispel] and stripped off several protective magics on the enemy.

Unfortunately, this did not cause the slightest trouble to Irenekas, who had become a quasi-god.

Just a second later, he used his divine power to create a divine shield that could not be dispelled by ordinary spells within the ninth ring.

What's even worse is that neither Sancho nor Imoen dare to use time-stopping spells to buy more time at this moment.

The reason is simple!

The divine spark ignited by Irenikas is enough to make him immune to a series of powerful magics that are regarded as trump cards by mages, including time stop, confinement, and transformation.

fortunately!

Just when the spell confrontation was at a disadvantage, the injured Aberdare finally recovered and fought back.

His killer form instantly expanded several times, and a large amount of black and red blood-like substance flowed out from the cracks in the tough cuticle on the surface of his skin.

This viscous liquid absorbed all the two divine attack spells released by Irenicas, and he rushed forward like a mad dog biting the divine shield wrapped around his body.

Since there is no longer a steady supply of energy from the Tree of Life, the shield quickly weakens and collapses at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, the strength of the divine shield ability is determined by the level of the godhead.

Irenekas is just a quasi-god. Normally, he shouldn't be able to master such extraordinary divine power. He relies entirely on the extracted energy to exert it forcefully.

The main reason why it was indestructible and could repair itself just now was because it was replenished by the Tree of Life.

Now that the energy-extracting bugs are gone, nature will inevitably become very fragile.

What's more, the attacks in the killer form of the Son of Baal will also carry a little divine power.

"Get away! You stupid beast!"

Erinikas raised his hand and instantly struck Bigby's Flying Palm, knocking Aberdare away.

Just when he was about to turn around and deal with the most threatening Sancho, he suddenly realized that there was no trace of the boy.

Invisible?

Teleport?

Or a dimension jump?

Erinikas immediately wanted to use prophecy spells to find the opponent.

But several consecutive spells were successfully countered by Imoen.

If there is any ability that this cheerful girl has developed to its peak, it must be counter-spell.

Especially during her adventures in the Underdark, she not only fought against monsters like beholders and mind flayers that were born with powerful magical abilities, but she also had a magical confrontation with a dark elf mage in the end, with fewer enemies and more enemies. .

Coupled with the terrifying talent of the Son of God, Imon is now a quite terrifying spell caster.

Although it may not be a real threat to Irenicus, it is definitely more than enough to cause him some trouble.

"You reckless little girl! You made me angry!"

Irenikas turned around suddenly and fired a fist made of a force field from the magic storage ring on his finger.

Imoen didn't react in time and was hit by a huge fist on the spot. He also followed in Aberdare's footsteps.

And before it even hit the ground, the fist turned into a big hand, tightly imprisoning it on the ground and squeezing it.

Dazzling blood immediately flowed out from the corners of the eyes, mouth and nose, and occasionally the crisp sound of broken bones could be heard.

Judging from its power, it should be an eighth-level spell [Big Worship Vajra Fist].

"Imoen?!"

Seeing that the girl was so seriously injured, Jaheira, as an "old mother", suddenly became extremely nervous. Without saying a word, she rushed over and released a healing spell.

This is undoubtedly a very dangerous move.

Because Irenekas could turn around the force field that restrained Imoen and attack her at any time.

Fortunately, Irenicas had now turned his attention to the priest Viconia. He looked at the dark elf who had been sent to monitor him with interest and asked with a sneer: "Are you sure you want to do this too?" Are you my enemy? Or do you have some ulterior mission, or is that guy using your eyes to observe all this?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

Viconia was not at all afraid of the other party turning into a quasi-god. Instead, she raised her chin slightly and looked at him without hesitation.

Of course, the reason why she dared to do this was entirely because she felt that Zuo Si, the great devil who was the source of her faith, suddenly injected a flood of hell energy for some unknown reason.

In just a few seconds, the entire body of this black-skinned elf with long silver-white hair and a slight glow of blue light had already begun to morph.

First of all, the originally petite figure expanded to over 1.8 meters, with red, blue, and silver scales directly covering the whole body. A pair of huge dragon wings spread out behind the back, and there was a dragon-like tail behind the buttocks.

As for the head, a pair of small horns grew out, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets also emitted a dazzling red light.

The most important thing is that Viconia has been given Zuo Si's ability to a certain extent, which is like [possession by the gods] in the supernatural power.

To put it simply, it is to instill part of one's own power into the body of a mortal object, making it an external extension of oneself.

The most typical one is the saint form.

However, Zuo Si obviously only injected power but not consciousness, so the body was still controlled by Viconia himself.

"Soth! Do you want to violate the contract we signed before?"

Irenicas obviously felt a huge threat and immediately tried to have a direct conversation with Zuo Si.

Upon seeing this, Viconia immediately pursed her lips with a joking expression, and teased with a half-smile: "Now you know you are afraid?

Weren't you very arrogant just now?

But don't worry, the master has no intention of breaking the contract, he is just giving you a small warning through me.

As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke, I will not join this fight, but will choose to watch.

For it is not I who will defeat you, but Sancho, Aberdare, and Imoen, the three sons of Baal.

Especially Sancho, I think you will soon understand how special he is. "

As the last word blurted out, Viconia put on an elegant posture, put one hand on her chest and bowed slightly, then began to slowly retreat.

Although she has made her position clear, Irenicas obviously does not dare to take it lightly and still maintains a high level of alert.

And this obviously gave Sancho, who was hiding in the dark, a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack.

After repeatedly confirming the remaining protective spells on the enemy, the boy carefully took off all the magic equipment on his body and marked them in place. Then he took a deep breath and jumped from the gap between the material world and the shadow plane. Jumped out and instantly injected divine power to complete the nine-ring magic [Great Disintegration].

As a quasi-god, Irenekas's perception is undoubtedly very keen. He turned around almost in an instant and planned to cast a spell to deal with the sneak attack.

But when he saw the light that belonged to the great disintegration of divine power, the expression on his face instantly became extremely shocked, even with a little fear and panic.

After all, the Great Disintegration itself has a relatively low probability of destroying artifacts and divine protection, not to mention that this version is infused with divine power.

Just a moment!

The gems on the magic ring worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins worn on Erinikas's finger shattered with a snap, and the runes engraved on the inside released astonishing heat and burned the skin.

Followed by bracelets, amulets, belts, pants, cloaks, boots, as well as dimensional bags, wands, and scroll boxes hanging around the waist...

In short, almost nothing with magic was spared. It was either destroyed on the spot, or suppressed and unable to be used within a short period of time.

What's even worse is that the Great Disintegration also destroyed the protective magic previously blessed, causing him to become completely "naked".

not good!

Irenekas has so much combat experience that he immediately realized what the boy wanted to do, and immediately prepared to cast a teleportation spell to increase the distance first, and then slowly add protection to fight a war of attrition.

It's a pity that Sancho was prepared and didn't give him this opportunity at all.

The moment the instant teleportation spell was activated, the anti-magic force field instantly took effect with him as the center.

The result was that the portal disappeared as soon as it opened.

"My mentor once taught me that a qualified mage must prepare at least two sets of plans for close combat.

One set is used to deal with the enemy's close assault, and the other is used to close attack those powerful enemies that cannot be defeated by spells.

Now I sincerely hope you have such a backup plan.

Otherwise it would be very disappointing. "

As Sancho said this, he transformed into the killer form and rushed towards Irenikas with the anti-magic field emanating from himself.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the battle plan he thought over and over again on how to defeat an elf high mage.

If they compete with consumption, experience, spell slots and the number of magic items, the team may be able to win the final victory by relying on the powerful resilience of the Sons of Baal, but they will also suffer huge losses.

But now, he just needs to launch a righteous gang fight.

boom!

Faced with the killer's astonishing strength and speed, Irenicas, who had lost the power to cast spells, had no chance to escape. He was forcefully grabbed by his right leg and smashed into the trunk of the tree of life at his feet.

For a moment, blood mixed with flying sawdust scattered everywhere.

Although in his long life, Irenekas also practiced the elegant, agile, quick and light swordsmanship of the elves when he was young, and he was not completely unable to fight back in close combat.

But the problem is that it also depends on who the enemy is.

If there were ordinary robbers and robbers, he could certainly kill a few of them with a sword.

But if the son of Baal were in the form of a killer, he would definitely not be able to fight back at all.

In desperation, Irenicas could only use divine power to give himself a warrior level, and then create a weapon out of thin air. He gave up his original best magic and struggled with Sancho.

It has to be said that the strange scene of two legendary mages suddenly stopping their spell confrontation and starting a hand-to-hand fight really surprised everyone around them.

But soon, Imoen and Aberdare realized that this was an excellent opportunity, and immediately swarmed up and joined the righteous gang fight.

Even Minsk saw the opportunity and struck several times with his adamantine giant sword.

Perhaps Irenicus can single-handedly suppress all the spellcasters in the team in a spell battle, but he absolutely cannot fight against three Sons of Baal who have become killers in a hand-to-hand combat at the same time.

In just a few minutes, his body became riddled with wounds, and the life energy that had been accumulated in his body before it could be converted into divine power continued to gush out from the wounds.

"No! No! No! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! I am God! How can you guys defeat me!"

The huge gap between the huge psychological expectations and the reality made Irenicas start to become afraid.

After all, he has never been a warrior, nor has he experienced countless battles, injuries, or near-death situations, nor does he have the tenacity and willpower of a warrior to dare to face death.

The more injured he is, the more nervous he becomes, and the more nervous he is, the less able he is to give full play to his advantages and strength.

Even if he has been given a very high warrior level through divine power, this is no exception.

In this regard, Irenicus cannot even compare with Aberdare, who likes to think with his lower body.

At least the latter never flinched in any battle, and always faced difficulties no matter how powerful his opponent was.

Although you may not be able to win every time, it is very important to at least have the consciousness of being a warrior.

"God? Even if you are a god, you cannot avoid death today. I will kill you with my own hands and take back everything you took from me."

Aberdare stuck out his tongue and licked his blood-stained paws.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he found that every time he tore Irenikas' body apart, his strength would increase.

Moreover, the regeneration speed of wounds is also doubled.

It used to take seven or eight seconds to recover after being slashed, but now it only takes two or three seconds.

"Stop talking nonsense! Deal with him quickly! I don't want anything to go wrong again."

Sancho urged with an impatient look.

I don't know why, but the boy always vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if some evil force was approaching.

"Understood! I'll dig out his heart right now!"

As he spoke, Aberdare rushed forward with lightning speed, his right claw turned into an afterimage and stabbed into Irenicas's chest with a pop, and then pulled out the opponent's beating heart bit by bit. .

However, he did not rush to cut off the blood vessel, but allowed it to connect to his heart. He grinned and said in a hateful tone: "Remember, this is the price you have to pay for provoking me. For Dana Hei!" And for Khalid and the innocent people you killed!"

"This sentence coming out of your mouth is really full of irony, the son of Baal who has brought disaster, killing, turmoil and death to the entire world."

Realizing that he had lost the battle of fate, Irenicus uttered a final taunt.

Although I am a little unwilling to give in, if I lose, I lose, and there is nothing to complain about.

Maybe falling into hell is a good choice.

At least there is a high probability that it will be transformed into a relatively high-level devil.

"Shut up! Go to hell!"

Aberdare pulled hard, breaking the blood vessels connected to his atrium on the spot, and blood spurted out all over his body.

The moment Erinikas' body fell on his back, all the remaining divine power and divinity in his body began to pour into Aberdare's body, even the energy drawn from the Tree of Life was no exception.

What's even weirder is that the Son of Baal, who had endured all this, floated out of thin air in a large shape, and raised his head and stared at the sky.

About seven or eight seconds later, a blood-red line appeared above the head out of thin air.

Then a huge crack appeared in the sky, as if it was torn apart by some evil force.

On the other side of the crack, there is a skeletal seat wrapped in blood, and on the top of the throne's backrest stands a mark with blood spots floating around a skull.

Anyone who knows something about religion can clearly identify this as the throne of Baal, the god of murder.

The naked and unabashed display of violence, killing and death has an impact on animals within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

Whether they were herbivores or carnivores, they all began to bite and kill crazily, dyeing the entire forest blood red.

Before the other members of the team had time to react, blood spurted out from the other side, covering everyone directly.

The dead Irenicas stood up again like a fake corpse. There were neither eyeballs nor pupils in the eye sockets, but were filled with blood-red liquid.

As for Sancho and others, they seemed dead, lying on the ground with no heartbeat or breathing at all.

To be precise, their souls have been sucked into the kingdom of Baal, and they are undergoing the final trial, decisive battle and transformation.

Only the victorious party can return from the world of death and gain the power that truly belongs to the gods.

"As expected of Baal, the God of Murder, he can make such a big splash even in death."

After watching the show for a long time, the Spider Goddess Rose touched her chin and showed a playful expression.

But Zuo Si responded nonchalantly: "It's just a guy who is unwilling to die and wants to use his own heirs for a final attempt at resurrection. I guarantee that no matter what he is planning, he will not succeed in the end. "

"You want to stop Barr's resurrection plan?"

Rose raised her head with a strange light in her eyes.

"It's not that I want to, but I've already done it. Otherwise, why do you think I intervened in the battle of the Sons of Baal? Is it just for fun?"

While speaking, Zuo Si glanced at the cracked gap above his head and the tree of life that was still withering under his feet.

Obviously, Barr did not give up as soon as it was good as in the original plot, but for some unknown reason, he planned to directly drain the last bit of energy from the tree.

What is even more incomprehensible is that the elves and gods actually did not react at all from the beginning to the end, allowing the other party to cause trouble on their own territory.

No wonder that after the main group of elves retreated to Evermeet Island, both humans and orcs dared to kill these former overlords, and even openly captured slaves and carried out a series of brutal actions including rape, torture, and massacre.

"Be careful, Baal, the God of Murder, is not an easy character to deal with. Especially after he has absorbed so much energy from the Tree of Life."

Rose pretended to be kind and gave a warning.

"It doesn't matter. Even if he is forcibly resurrected, it won't change the destined outcome. At worst, I'll just kill him once."

While saying this, Zuo Si gently pressed his hand on the hilt of the Void Sword, obviously wanting to try the sword.

"Killing God?"

Rose obviously noticed this action and immediately used divine perception to confirm the characteristics of the weapon, but in the end she sensed nothing.

Just the seal blessed on the scabbard completely cut off the outside world.

She couldn't confirm whether this was a bluff or whether she had actually created a terrifying weapon capable of destroying gods.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Rose did not choose to continue to dwell on this issue, but took the initiative to change the subject.

"I was asked to give you a gift."

"Oh? Then what are you waiting for? Take it out quickly."

Zuo Si extended his right hand unceremoniously.

"Don't be so anxious. There is no way this gift can enter Toril. I need to give it to you in another world." Rose hinted calmly.

Other worlds?

Zuo Si's mind instantly recalled that one of his projections was forcibly summoned to the world of Gray Eagle, and he immediately understood the unspoken subtext of the other party.

It turns out that those dark elves were not just messing around when they were full, but they were instructed by the goddess of their faith.

After figuring this out, he immediately tried in an expectant tone: "Where is the location? You should at least give me an address to meet instead of letting me wander aimlessly."

Rose patiently explained: "The reason why I don't give you the address is for safety reasons.

You have no idea how dangerous and precious this gift is, and how many pairs of eyes are secretly spying and eager to get it.

When it comes to trading, we must be careful, careful and careful again.

If I remember correctly, you, a planeswalker, have the ability to travel between different planes and even the universe at any time, right?

This means that as long as your projection is obtained, it is equivalent to getting it yourself? "

"Completely correct."

Zuo Si answered in the affirmative very simply.

Although the projection cannot inherit the power of the planeswalker's spark, it can be used as a precise coordinate point for teleportation.

"Okay, I understand, give me some preparation time, and it won't take long for you to get what you want."

After that, Rose disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

After watching the spider goddess leave, Zuo Si immediately summoned his most trusted followers.

In the blink of an eye, Flame Dragon Knight Davian teleported across the long distance from the junction of Kalingshan and Tethyr in the south.

He inspected the surroundings first, and after finding that there were no enemies, he asked in an uncertain tone: "Master, do you have any orders?"

"What's the situation with the Sons of Baal?" Zuo Si asked straight to the point.

"Well...how should I put it, the situation is a little bit delicate.

Just as you summoned, violent surges of energy appeared in many places.

According to the monitoring of the nearby mage tower, it is basically certain that a passage to an outer plane that is prone to evil has been opened.

Many of the surviving Sons of Baal began to become more powerful than before due to the surge of energy, and they were also extra evil, cold, and bloodthirsty. "

Davian didn't dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

"You mean, all the Sons of Baal have been strengthened?"

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise, and at the same time realized that the matter might not be that simple. It was definitely the dead God of Murder who was causing trouble.

Davian nodded seriously: "I'm afraid so.

In addition, a powerful son of Baal named Zandei is secretly gathering an army.

She already has a considerable number of slave legions under her command, as well as dark elf elites and some mind flayers and beholder demons who are loyal to her.

I don't know if she plans to attack the other Sons of Baal, or if she is interested in the West Coast empire you founded.

In places where lava flows in the Marching Mountains, adventurers also saw groups of fire giants getting ready to go.

I have a hunch that the next situation may get quite bad. "

"Are Yagasura and Xander unable to hold themselves back any longer..."

Zuo Sicheng accurately pronounced the names of the two "Five Descendants".

It can be judged from Davian's description that this connection to the Blood Throne does not only occur in Aberdare, but appears near almost all the surviving Sons of Baal.

But what he couldn't figure out was why the God of Murder did this?

You must know that it is all the power of Barr.

If he consumes too much, his divine power level will inevitably drop off a cliff after he is resurrected from the dead.

"Master, do we need to make some preparations? For example, let Wilmes go test it out first?" Davian suggested.

Zuo Si thought for a moment and quickly shook his head: "There is no need to do this for the time being.

Because I'm not sure whether Wilmes can really defeat these newly strengthened Sons of Baal who may already be quasi-gods or even demi-gods.

And they are not necessarily coming for the empire, they may also be coming for each other.

By the way, what is Melissa doing right now? "

Zuo Sike has always paid close attention to this ruthless character who successfully stabbed Barr in the back and almost became a goddess.

Davian answered without thinking: "She has been trying to contact Balthazar recently, and I don't know what the two talked about. According to the spies' reports, they seem to be quite wary of each other."

"Okay, it seems I have to go talk to this crazy monk. Please help me stay here for a few days to look at the bodies of Sancho and others."

After saying these words, Zuo Si directly opened the portal and disappeared.