A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Amxalan, a desolate town located southeast of Saladux.

It is located at the junction of Mir Forest and Spider Swamp. At a glance, all you can see is the red and weathered bare Gobi Desert, as well as those low and small mud houses randomly located on the hillside.

When the wind blows, the dust mixed with gravel can directly block the sky and the sun, making people unable to see farther away.

Since the land and climate are completely unsuitable for farming, there is basically no agriculture and no way to graze.

Local residents can only make ends meet by relying on a small number of workshops and services such as providing accommodation for passing caravans.

And extreme drought has also led to scarcity of water resources.

The whole town basically relies on a deep well located in a huge cave to obtain daily water.

Normally, such an extremely precious resource necessary for survival in a special environment would definitely trigger a series of brutal battles.

The person or force that ultimately wins will establish an unshakable dictatorship in Amxalan and make a lot of money by selling water at high prices.

After all, a person may not die without eating for a few days, but he will definitely not survive without drinking water for a few days, and the death process will be very, very painful.

But luckily, the town didn't get bloodied over its only water source.

The reason is that a monk monastery has taken over the well and distributes it to everyone in a relatively fair manner. At the same time, they also take the initiative to assume the responsibility of maintaining law and order and resisting the invasion of bandits and monsters.

To be precise, Amkhsalan was built around this monastery which covers an amazing area.

Although it is within the territory of Kalingshan, it has never been part of the country's administrative system. It is closer to the independent villages and towns that are "self-built" and "autonomous".

The most important thing is that this place is poor and shabby, its geographical location is not important, and it is impossible to pose a so-called threat.

Therefore, no matter when it was ruled by the Entangled Talisman, or during the reign of Shane VII, or the current West Coast Empire, officials and troops were not sent to take over. Instead, the monk monastery was allowed to maintain the status quo.

After all, Amxalan wants no people, no mines, and even the land itself has no value at all, and there is not even a river or a bush around it.

Even if Zuo Si were to make the development plan himself, for a small town like this with only a few hundred people, the most he could do would be to move people to relatively fertile land to build villages.

What's more, in the monastery of the town in front of him lives a man who may be the strongest monk in the entire Faerûn continent at the moment, and is also the strongest son of Baal - Balthazar.

This is a monk with LV30 professional level, and he has mastered a lot of skills such as [Reverse Resistance], [Shadow Pose], [Moon Yin Style], [Fire Sun Style], [Shocking Palm], [Shocking Palm], etc. [Dazzling Fist] and other secret techniques that ordinary monks have never even heard of.

Coupled with the powerful will that has directly sealed Baal's power since its awakening and never wanted to use it, he is completely invincible in close combat.

Legendary warriors and even ancient giant dragons of the same level would be taken away on the spot by a set of stormy combos if they were not careful.

In fact, among the "Five Descendants", the one that Melissa is most afraid of and fears the most is Balthazar, who has no desires and desires and only wants to completely eliminate the other brothers and sisters, and then commit suicide to destroy all the bloodlines of Baal in this world.

If he really does it, it will inevitably greatly weaken the power of the Blood Throne.

Even if Melissa's final plan to become a god succeeds, she will face a considerable problem.

At this moment, Balthazar and Melissa were looking at each other across a table on the rooftop of the second floor of the convent.

Although the former was wrapped in a slightly worn robe, a large number of sealing runes could still be seen tattooed on his bald head.

Especially the mysterious symbol between her eyebrows, even Melisan could vaguely feel a sense of oppression that could not be described in words.

Obviously, although Balthazar has never used the power of Baal, with the large number of deaths of other sons of Baal, the divine power and divinity in his body have long been accumulated to a critical point.

Now there is only one opportunity, one that stems from his own understanding of killing and death, and he can instantly transform into a true demigod.

This made Melissa, who had just become a demigod, feel like she was carrying a thorn in her back, and she desperately wanted to find a way to get rid of him.

But because he couldn't figure out Balthazar's trump card, he didn't dare to try it easily.

So this former first elector of Baal thought of a way to kill with a borrowed knife, that is, to encourage Balthazar to deal with several other sons of Baal who are also very powerful.

It would be best if you died in the process.

It doesn't matter even if she succeeds, she can collect enough intelligence through observation and then adopt targeted tactics.

In short, Melissa's biggest wish is to have the five descendants start killing each other quickly.

For this reason, she did not hesitate to frequently contact these powerful sons of Baal again and again, revealing each other's plans and ambitions to them.

Unfortunately, the implementation of this plan did not go smoothly.

Especially the abnormal surge of energy not long ago, and the sudden appearance of the passage connecting the Blood Throne above the Son of Baal's head. For the first time, Melissa noticed that the situation seemed to be getting more and more out of her control, and she was gradually moving towards Developing in a violent trend.

If this continues, sooner or later all the five descendants will become quasi-gods or even demigods.

At that time, the fight for the Blood Throne will inevitably become more dangerous, and all previous efforts will be wasted if you are not careful.

Thinking of this, Melissa took a deep breath and pretended to be nervous and tried: "How about it, have you thought about it?"

Balthazar nodded calmly: "Yes, I have been preparing for this day a long time ago.

Regardless of whether it is Yagasura or Zhendai, as long as they dare to start a war, I will personally deal with them.

This is both my mission and the meaning of my existence.

Compared with these, I think there are three sons of Baal that need special attention, and that is Aberdare, Imoen and Sancho.

Not long ago, they had carved out an independent space of their own in the kingdom of the murder god.

Abazig even told me that he could even faintly feel the other person's presence in his own space.

That means that these young sons of Baal are also qualified to compete for the final ownership of the Blood Throne.

What's more, two of them, Sancho and Aberdare, can become veritable quasi-gods as long as they withstand the test. "

"You are right, these two young men are indeed potential threats, and they are allies in the same adventure team."

Melissa's eyes were shining with a strange light, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

As the person who holds the souls of all the sons of Baal, it is naturally impossible for her to be ignorant of the fateful battle that is taking place right now.

Quite the opposite!

Whether it's Aberdare, Sancho, or Irenikas on the other side, she can use her partial control over the Blood Throne to see clearly.

But the problem is that you have to look at it. If you want to intervene, you are just thinking too much.

After all, every son of Baal who awakens and reaches a level close to a quasi-god will be affected by his own divine power and divinity, and directly carve out a small piece of his own kingdom within a kingdom in Baal's kingdom to store his spiritual essence.

It is equivalent to a miniature, simplified, and castrated version of the kingdom of gods, composed entirely of the spirit and will of the sons of Baal.

Perhaps as the true master of the entire kingdom, the God of Murder has the ability to enter, transform and even erase these kingdoms within kingdoms.

But Melissa simply couldn't do this.

Even getting a little closer may result in immediate and forceful expulsion.

"In short, continue to monitor those threatening targets, and I will fulfill my promise when the time is right. That's the end of today's conversation, madam."

After saying that, Balthazar stood up and showed off his guests.

Seeing that the trick of sowing discord was once again difficult to detect, Melissa had no choice but to stand up and leave, and disappeared into the rolling yellow sand outside the monastery gate under the leadership of two monks at the door.

Standing on the rooftop on the second floor and looking at the desolate scenery in the town, the powerful monk couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Is the fateful moment finally coming?

So doesn’t my life also enter the final countdown of Tao?

In this case, let all the killing, blood, violence and death end completely in my hands.

Baal's filthy bloodline should not remain in this world.

No matter what sins I commit in the process of achieving this goal, I am willing to bear them on my own. "

There is no doubt that Balthazar is the only one among the many sons of Baal who, far from being evil, leans toward lawful good.

If it weren't for the blood of the God of Murder flowing through his veins, he might have become a powerful and respected master monk, forever protecting this small town standing in a desolate land.

Unfortunately, from the moment Melisan came to his door, his originally peaceful and peaceful life completely ceased to exist.

And in order to suppress the ever-expanding killing power and divinity, Balthazar also mastered a talisman by praying to the moon goddess Suellen, which can suppress the power of sealing Baal.

This is also the reason why every one of the other five descendants is very afraid of him.

By the way, in the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, the moon goddess Suellen is the true god of light. In the creation myth and legend, she brought the first sun.

In addition, although Selun is the goddess of the moon, she does not represent the moon itself.

Just like the Sun God does not represent the sun, it is all the result of mortals' wishful thinking and belief.

Toril's moon was merely a celestial satellite, and even inhabited by a few mortals.

Not only do they not believe in Selun, but they mainly believe in the phantom goddess Leila.

It is said that in order to repay the faith of the moon people, the goddess also released a huge illusion on the side facing the planet Toril, which caused the people on Toril not to see the buildings and creatures on the moon.

Just when Balthazar was thinking about what action he should take next, he suddenly felt like there was someone standing behind him.

With superhuman nerve reflexes, he immediately turned his head at an extremely fast speed, and saw a young man with black hair and black eyes appearing at the top of the stairs about seven or eight meters away from him at some point.

And it did not alarm the other monks who were training, meditating and patrolling in the monastery at all.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" Balthazar asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Out of confidence in his own strength, he did not immediately react too violently, but wanted to first understand the opponent's identity and purpose.

"Hello, Balthazar.

Although technically this is the first meeting.

But I've actually been following you for a long time.

You can call me Soth. I believe this name does not require any further explanation. "

Zuo Si showed his identity very simply.

Because I know that the powerful monk in front of me is not an enemy, at least not yet, but may become a good ally.

"Emperor?!"

Balthazar was visibly taken aback.

After all, the town of Amxalan where the monastery is located is located on the land of Kalingshan.

Therefore, whether it was the restoration of Shane VII and the vigorous slave liberation movement, or the subsequent creation of a huge west coast empire through marriage, as well as the booming economy after the establishment of the empire, he saw it all without exception.

Compared with the previous situation in Kalingshan where the ruling class was arrogant and luxurious and the poor at the bottom had been living in dire straits for a long time, the current situation can undoubtedly be described as "heaven on earth".

In particular, a large number of original nobles, wealthy merchants and slave owners were purged, allowing countless resources and wealth that had been monopolized for a long time to be redistributed.

The efficient operation of the judicial and bureaucratic systems also allowed people to feel unprecedented security, order, and relative fairness for the first time.

Although Balthazar does not have professional knowledge in the fields of economy, governance, and justice, he can still feel that the supreme ruler of the West Coast Empire is a very rare wise monarch who can bring long-term prosperity and stability.

So he had made preparations long ago and planned to hand over power directly when the empire sent officials to rule.

But what Basazar never expected was that instead of waiting for officials and troops, he waited for the emperor himself.

Zuo Si joked in a half-joking tone: "That's right. I don't think anyone in Kalinshan dares to cheat in my name. Because according to the law, anyone who does so will be sentenced to death."

"If I'm not wrong, you definitely didn't come here for Amxalan, a small town with only a few hundred people. Because it's not worthy of the Emperor's personal intervention." Balthazar cautiously probed.

"You guessed it right. In fact, my visit this time has nothing to do with the town below. Instead, I want to discuss with you about the Five Descendants and the Sons of Baal, as well as the true identity of the lady who just left."

With that said, Zuo Si took out a dark red book from his pocket and handed it over.

Balthazar subconsciously took it and opened it and glanced at it. He was instantly attracted by the content written with blood as ink inside.

Because this book is an internal classic of the Baal Church, recording the story of how Melissa gradually gained favor from the God of Murder from an ordinary priest, and finally climbed to the position of the first chosen one.

Although Melissa has been trying to hide her past, Zuo Si obviously has too many ways to find relevant clues.

After reading the entire book, Balthazar's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He raised his head and asked: "So this woman is still loyal to Baal, the god of murder? The reason why she keeps inciting us to kill each other is to make those filthy people The evil god can be resurrected?"

Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, of course not.

In fact, before the Year of Turbulence was over, she had already betrayed the god she served and started planning to replace him.

After years of collecting the souls, divinities, and powers of the dead sons of Baal, guess how powerful this lady has become.

So I suggest that from now on, it's best not to mention her name directly. "

"You mean...she is a god now?"

As a monk in the monastery, Balthazar had obviously read many theological books and understood the implications of mentioning names that might lead to the leakage of information.

"Not sure yet. But I like to prepare for the worst in everything, so just think of her as a demigod."

Zuo Si gave an ambiguous answer.

Because even though he saw Melissa when he came, he didn't feel the huge pressure of meeting God face to face before.

Maybe Melissa is the weakest among the gods, and it doesn't rule out that she hides it well.

Anyway, Zuo Si didn't really want to alert the enemy for the time being.

"In other words, whether it is the Five Descendants or the large number of sons of Baal who were gathered to kill before, it is all part of that woman's plan. She is using us to make herself stronger and stronger until she completely controls the Blood Throne Become the new god of murder?”

Obviously, Melisan's true ambition gave Balthazar an unprecedented impact.

Although he had been vaguely aware of it before, this older lady who always promised power, power, fame, and wealth to the Five Descendants, including himself, must be hiding some secrets.

But no matter what, I never expected that the other party actually wanted to use deception, fooling and manipulation to sacrifice all the sons of Baal to seize the Blood Throne and become a god.

What's even more ridiculous is that most of the Sons of Baal regard him as an amiable protector.

Even the fifth descendant only thinks that Melissa is a priest of the Baal Church, and wants to help the most powerful son of Baal ascend to the throne of God so that he can be rewarded afterwards.

How insidious and cunning this is!

How callous and cruel!

That kind of ambition and madness that was about to come out directly completely shattered the original image of Melissa in Balthazar's mind, and replaced it with a demon more evil and more crazy than the God of Murder.

He suddenly realized that compared to the sons of Baal who were driven by blood instinct, Melissa was the most evil and filthy existence.

Seeing that the legendary monk had understood the truth of the matter, Zuo Si said in an unhurried tone: "You are right.

According to my investigation, after Baal died that year, his church began to actively gather the sons of Baal scattered around the world, hoping to resurrect their god through a grand killing and sacrifice.

Unfortunately, this sacrifice was interrupted by many good and neutral organizations, including the Harpers.

The person who disclosed information to these organizations was the First Chosen One who betrayed the God of Murder.

Through this betrayal, she not only successfully disrupted Baal's resurrection plan, but also stole a large amount of the souls, divinity and power of Baal's sons, and also gained partial control of the Blood Throne.

Therefore, compared to other sons of Baal, this woman is the most dangerous enemy.

I know that you have been longing to cleanse the world of the filthy bloodline left by the God of Murder, or even destroy him once and for all so that he cannot be resurrected.

It just so happens that I also have such a desire.

Since we share a common goal, why not form an alliance? "

"Alliance? Could it be that you are also spying on the Throne of Blood!"

Balthazar raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with an icy cold light, and at the same time exuding a terrifying "aura".

An invisible force field began to expand around him with him as the center.

The reason why the word momentum is in quotation marks is because it is not a description, but an energy that can be felt personally. It is also the unique power system of monks.

Its essence is still the use of magical energy.

By manipulating these energies, the monk can unleash many spell-like abilities with his bare hands by attacking and adjusting the rhythm of his breathing, and he can also use the energy to strengthen himself.

When a monk like Balthazar who has reached LV30 is given the [Reverse Resistance] secret technique, he can even rely on his body's terrifying magic resistance and immunity to directly resist many nine-ring magic and only suffer a little. Minor injuries.

Those magics with effects such as immobilization, charm, control, and instant death are completely ineffective.

Obviously, such a violent reaction illustrates Balthazar's deep-rooted hostility towards his father Baal.

In his opinion, whether it is the son of Baal, Melissa, or anyone else who desires to obtain this power, they are potential threats and must be eliminated.

However, Zuo Si was obviously not frightened by the other party, and just pursed his lips and smiled.

"Haha, what, do you want to take action here?

Save your energy.

You are not my opponent, and I am not your enemy.

After all, I have never concealed my intention for the Throne of Blood.

But what you want is a little different than what you imagined.

I have no intention of becoming a god, I just want to take away the priesthood of death that originally belonged to Baal, as well as the huge divine power accumulated in the Throne of Blood.

In this way, even if your father is resurrected through some means in the future, his own power and influence will be greatly weakened, and he will no longer be able to make trouble like before.

Believe me, I am very experienced in this area.

Cyric, the prince of lies, fell from great power to having no sense of existence at all today. This is the best example. "

"What about Sancho, Aberdare and Imoen? You don't want one of them to stand up and succeed Barr in the end, do you?" Balthazar frowned and asked.

"No, I have no such plan.

Sancho is my disciple and I am simply training him.

As for whether he wants to become the new God of Murder, that depends on his own choice.

Imon is not interested in Baal's power at all.

I believe she will be very happy to hand over her divinity and power at the final moment to become an ordinary adventurer.

In contrast, the situation in Aberdare is slightly more complicated.

To be precise, he has been infiltrated and controlled, and is one of the few who can be 100% sure that he will become the vessel for Baal's resurrection.

That’s why I came to you to cooperate.

As long as we work together, we will be able to perfectly solve all these hidden dangers. "

With that said, Zuo Si took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

Balthazar lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then finally stretched out his right hand and held it tightly with Zuo Si, and warned in a very serious tone: "Well, since you have provided so much key information, I'll just believe you for once.

But the ugly lies ahead.

If one day I find out that you are deceiving and using me just like that woman, then don't blame me for being ruthless.

I don't care about your identity as emperor, let alone the identity of the gods' chosen ones.

Even risking your life will cost you. "

"Please don't worry, I won't lie to anyone.

There are too few people in this world who are willing to sacrifice themselves for some lofty ideals and reasons.

What's more, people like you can enjoy the powerful power brought by Baal's divine power and divinity with peace of mind, and pursue to inherit the Blood Throne and become a real god like other sons of Baal.

You may not believe it, but I have always admired you.

Whether it's the persistent self-restraint or the decisive choice made after learning about one's life experience.

If I can, I hope you can survive in another form in the end and experience the vastness and various customs of the entire multiverse with me. "

After saying these words, an enigmatic look appeared on Zuo Si's face, and then he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.

Balthazar froze in place, unable to understand what the other party wanted to express in the end for a long time.

…

At the same time, far away in the kingdom of Baal with the Blood Throne as its core.

Sancho was standing alone on a barren black land, looking at the blood-red sky above his head, his face full of doubts and confusion.

You don't need to ask to know that he was separated from the rest of the team, or his soul was transported to another place alone.

Because his mental power has become strong enough, and his divine power and divinity skyrocketed the moment the channel opened, he finally succeeded in surpassing the limits of mortals and ignited the spark of divinity and became a quasi-god.

This also means that you can separate from the body and exist in a purely spiritual and philosophical form, and you are naturally qualified to establish a small space of your own here.

As for the rest of the team, Aberdare pulled them into another relatively independent space.

They are currently undergoing trials with Irenicus, and then a final battle will determine their final fate.

But Sancho obviously didn't know this, he just frowned and looked around, while using his divine power and divinity to feel the state of his body at this moment.

After about seven or eight minutes, he sighed slightly and said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, it is somewhere in the outer plane that leans towards the evil camp.

Am I dead?

Or was it sucked in by the passage above the head that connected to the Blood Throne?

If I'm not dead, how is my body doing now?

What is the soul that ignites the spark of divinity if it dies?

It's really confusing. "

However, complaints were complaints, and the boy quickly walked along a path toward the stairs leading deeper.

When he passed through the dark and deep passage, his eyes suddenly opened up.

On a plain covered with thorns and weeds, a man wearing armor and holding a two-handed giant sword stood steadily in the center.

Because he was wearing a fully enclosed helmet, he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

The moment Sancho stepped one foot into the plain, the man who was standing motionless like a sculpture suddenly greeted in a deep voice: "Long time no see, my dear brother.

I can't believe that you, who didn't even have the slightest ability to resist, would have reached this point.

I thought the first person to show up here was that idiot from Aberdare.

But now it seems that you have more potential than him. "

"You are... Sarevok?!"

Sancho instantly recognized that the heavily armed warrior in front of him was the mastermind behind a series of behind-the-scenes conspiracies at Baldur's Gate, and was also the murderer of Aberdare's adoptive father, Gillian.

"Yes, it's me."

Sarevok opened the visor of his helmet, revealing his vicious and bloodthirsty face.

Unlike when he was alive, after death, he no longer looked so confident because he had lost most of his divine power and divinity, but was instead filled with a twisted hatred.

Yes, he hated that the boy in front of him was not only alive, but also reached a height that he had never reached.

Although Sarevok once gained a small place in Baal's kingdom by recruiting believers, he is still far from becoming a quasi-god.

"Why are you here?"

Sancho was a little more vigilant, but he didn't appear nervous.

After all, he is already very powerful now and does not need to fear a son of Baal who fails and dies.

A dark red light flashed in Sarevok's eyes, and he replied in a chilling tone: "This is our father's country.

As the son of Baal, where can my soul go after death if not here?

Do you know how much suffering I experienced every minute and every second after my death?

How much do you long to chop you and Aberdare into pieces? "

"So you're here for revenge?

But I don't understand. Even if you want revenge, you should go to Aberdare.

If I guessed correctly, he should be here in some independent space now. "

With that said, Sancho took the initiative to take a step forward and looked into Sarevok's frightening eyes without hesitation.

"revenge?

No, that's not what I want.

In other words, revenge has no meaning to me now.

Because my essence as a son of God has been stripped away, leaving only a remnant of my soul still lingering.

In other words, I have lost the qualification to compete for the inheritance of the Blood Throne.

Now I just want a chance to be resurrected.

And you are the one who can help me.

In return, I can tell you some secrets about this space and tips on how to use it properly.

At the same time, I am willing to be loyal to you until you complete this journey and make your final choice.

So, is this a good deal? "

Sarevok made his conditions straightforward.

The reason why he did not choose to go to Aberdare but came to Sancho was because he was more powerful and more rational in his thinking, and he had a high probability of becoming the final winner.

Since you can't seize the Blood Throne yourself, then help another son of Baal seize it.

As for why he did this, I'm afraid even Sarevok himself doesn't quite understand.

Because the previous failures were like a black hole, constantly devouring his mind.

If one cannot be satisfied at this point, the whole person may go completely crazy, or turn into a numb walking zombie.

But Sancho was undoubtedly wary of the deal proposed by Sarevok. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "How can I help you? Or what do I need to pay in the process of resurrecting you?"

"Just a tiny fragment of your soul."

Sarevok deliberately pretended to be relaxed and gave his answer.

moment!

Sancho's expression changed, becoming dangerous and cold, and he immediately refused: "Sorry, I'm not interested in this deal.

The soul is the most precious thing a person has.

Even just a small tear can cause huge hidden dangers.

I suggest you go straight to Aberdare, and that fool might agree. "

"Don't you want to know the secrets of this space and the techniques on how to manipulate it?"

Sarevok questioned loudly, obviously not expecting the boy to refuse so decisively, without even a little room for maneuver.

“You don’t need to tell me this.

Since this is our father's kingdom, and my arrival created this independent space, it means that it is equivalent to the projection of my spirit, will and heart.

I can reshape it with my own will and divine power.

Want to use this thing to blackmail me?

Sorry, the education I received, the knowledge I mastered, and the warnings from my mentors are beyond the reach of a warrior like you. "

As the last word blurted out, Sancho suddenly raised his hands and released a large amount of divine power.

The next second...

The originally dark and deep environment suddenly became colorful.

The weeds and thorns were replaced by emerald green woods, shrubs and grass at an extremely fast speed, and a small sun rising above the head, emitting light and heat.

There is no doubt that this kind of reshaping of the surrounding environment through divine power is one of the basic abilities of gods to build their own kingdom in the outer plane.

Sarevok's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He couldn't believe it in his wildest dreams. The boy in front of him actually mastered this technique for the first time, and he did it far better than himself.

Just as he was thinking hard about how to get the other party to agree to help him resurrect, a crisp sound of applause came from behind.

"Well done. My dear disciple, it seems that you have reached the point where you can become a master. How about it, how does it feel to be a semi-spiritual, semi-material quasi-god? Do you feel that you are omnipotent?"

Zuo Si clapped his hands while looking at Sancho with great interest, who exuded majesty inadvertently, and the surrounding environment that had been completely changed.

Although this independent space is not large, with a radius of only a few hundred meters, it is not easy to achieve this.

After all, this is a creation out of thin air, and it is also a plant-type life.

"Mentor? Why are you here!"

Sancho's eyes widened in disbelief.

Zuo Si sneered and asked, "Why can't I be here?

Don't forget, I am a planeswalker who can travel through any plane, crystal wall or even the universe at will.

As long as there is an accurate spatial coordinate, not even God can prevent me from entering or leaving.

What's more, when the passage to the Throne of Blood opens, I will have already locked your position. "

"What is going on? Why does my soul appear here?"

Sancho asked impatiently.

He really wanted to know whether his current state was alive or dead.

Zuo Si walked closer and patted the boy's shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, this matter may be a bit complicated.

But to sum it up simply, your dead father, the God of Murder, most likely was causing trouble in the star realm to muddy the waters.

Only he can exert influence on all the Sons of Baal on such a large scale and connect them to the Blood Throne. "

"Wait! Are you saying that it's not just me, Aberdare, and Imoen who are affected, but all the Sons of Baal in the entire Faerûn continent?"

Sancho was so smart that he immediately realized the huge conspiracy hidden behind this matter.

"Yes.

According to Davian's reports, many of the Sons of Baal became much more powerful with the surge of energy.

Others are even more unable to hold back and are ready to move.

So I have to get you out as soon as possible to deal with these troubles.

As long as your soul leaves here, you can immediately return to your body and wake up again. "

After that, Zuo Si grabbed the boy's shoulders and prepared to take him back to Faerun.

When the interdimensional teleportation magic was about to be activated, Sarevok finally couldn't help but rushed up and roared: "No! You can't take him away! I need a small fragment of his soul to resurrect!"

"Um?"

Zuo Si stopped in an instant, turned around and stared at the ambitious man who started a war in Baldur's Gate in order to achieve godhood. He said with a half-smile: "Please give me a reason to help you."

"Just take me away from this damned place! I am willing to swear to be loyal to you and serve you forever!"

Sarevok obviously knew that his chips were limited, so he chose stud from the beginning.

He understands that loyalty and ability are the only things he has to offer.

"Deal. However, the process and results may be slightly different from what you imagined."

An imperceptible amusement flashed in Zuo Si's eyes. He raised his hand and released a powerful necromancy spell, snatching Sarevok's soul directly from Baal's country and temporarily sealing it in a gem.

You don't need to ask to know that he plans to turn this crazy and powerful warrior into a planeswalker card.

As for whether it is an ordinary summoned creature or a more advanced follower, you need to think about it a little bit.

After finishing all this, Zuo Si took Sancho and left the country of Baal, which was in the stage of slow collapse...