A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"It seems that in the few hundred years since I left Faerun, your mentality seems to have aged a little too fast, doesn't it?"

Silinxi raised the drinking straw in her hand and gently poked the head of her most outstanding disciple, with a sly smile like a girl on her face.

It has to be said that compared to Elminster, who looks old and often immersed in memories of the past, her mental state is obviously much better and much younger.

Especially the ability to accept new things is incredibly fast.

Regarding this, you can easily tell this by looking at the fourth-generation Shuoyou mobile terminal that Silinxi just bought in her other hand.

In just a few hours, she was able to operate the touch screen with one hand and search for various news, knowledge and massive entertainment information from the vast network on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

I even paid to download some games and had a great time playing them.

If they didn't know the basics, outsiders would probably regard her as an inexperienced moon elf girl, rather than an "old monster" who has lived for thousands of years.

It turns out that mentality is really important to a person.

If your mentality is young enough and you are still willing to accept new things, you can still be energetic even if you are very old.

But if the mentality becomes as stubborn as that of an eighty- or ninety-year-old man, even if the real age is only thirty or forty years old, he will look depressed and as if he has reached the end of his life.

"Teacher, I am almost 1,200 years old.

Even for long-lived elves, it is almost equivalent to two lifetimes.

In terms of human lifespan, it lasted more than ten lifetimes.

Isn't it normal for the mentality to start to age? "

Elminster touched his pale hair and sighed involuntarily.

It was obvious that Faerun's long and never-ending confrontations and conflicts inevitably made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

In other words, it is normal for most people to become gradually numb and disappointed in this environment where they have no hope of winning and can barely maintain balance no matter how hard they struggle. matter.

To be able to persevere for hundreds of years is considered to be quite a perseverance and sense of responsibility.

But Silinxi shook her head slightly and corrected: "No, you are wrong, my stupid disciple.

This has nothing to do with age.

It's just that you are getting older because of your mentality.

Therefore, I began to become more and more conservative and stubborn in my bones, refusing to admit that my thoughts and consciousness could no longer keep up with the rapid changes in the new era.

So you fear all new things that are far beyond your knowledge and control.

Open your eyes and look at this vast and boundless city that stands on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

Isn't it much better than the ugly castles, fortresses, and interrogation chambers used to torture fallen souls on other planes?

And there is almost no coercion here. All transactions and contracts are based on the volition of both parties.

Although there may be various temptations and traps, at least everyone can be their own master instead of being like a numb slave.

To a large extent, this is great progress.

At least when I came to hell last time, I didn't feel this relaxed, free and energetic atmosphere at all.

If such a city or country were born in Faerun, instead of feeling nervous, I would feel very happy.

At least the basic living needs and safety of ordinary people living in this environment can be fully met.

Don’t you think that a civilian who can’t even fill his stomach and lives under the violence and death threats of the Thieves Guild every day would have such luxuries as dignity or free will?

Do not be silly!

If given the choice, I believe they would not hesitate to sacrifice their souls to hell after death in exchange for living under the rule of Soth while alive.

What's more, do you think the hell in front of you can still scare mortals? "

Upon hearing these words, Elminster suddenly showed a helpless and bitter smile.

Because he knew that his teacher was right.

Everything displayed on the surface of the huge cyberpunk city will not make mortals fear the devil and Baator Hell as before, but will instead make them have some kind of strong yearning.

After all, compared to other outer planes, this is the state closest to the ideal state of ordinary people. It is filled with a sense of familiarity that cannot be described in words. You can enjoy wine and food without restraint, experience various exciting entertainment activities, and break ethics and morals. Release your desires freely from the constraints, just like when you were alive.

Moreover, life is less stressful and burdensome, and it is easier to obtain happiness without having to bear any form of responsibility.

But behind this seemingly beautiful illusion, all mortal souls are degenerating at an unimaginable speed, slowly becoming the devil's favorite state.

When it is ready to be harvested, it will naturally go bankrupt due to various unknown reasons, and then be sent to a torture chamber hidden underground according to the contract to be squeezed into energy, and finally completely transformed into the lowest level of devil.

Because this process is designed to be so complex, hidden, and unknown, most people don't even feel it exists.

In addition, the overwhelming publicity, advertising, and junk information in the city every day have successfully distracted attention, as well as people's instinctive psychology of luck and escape, so that even if they are aware of it, they will subconsciously filter it out and continue to immerse themselves in the happiness in front of them.

As for the pain you may have to endure in the future, let's wait until that day comes. The most important thing is to continue to enjoy the current life of luxury and luxury.

Thinking of this, Elminster sighed heavily and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness: "Okay, you are right.

I admit that I was indeed a little stupid this time, and even unknowingly stood on the opposite side of everyone.

Even the other voters of the goddess were unwilling to support me.

The defeat in the North in particular resulted in the loss of the good relations the Harpers had established with the region's rulers and inhabitants.

The intelligence network was completely paralyzed and collapsed, and it is estimated that there will be no way to recover in the future.

What's even more frightening is that Soth has inspired people's subconscious greed through profit bundling. Either they join in to gain profits, or they are swallowed up by the terrible torrent and become a miserable victim.

As far as I know, almost all the elven villages and barbarian tribes in the entire Northland have disappeared.

Among them, those who are willing to take the initiative to integrate have become vested interests, while those who refuse to integrate will be mercilessly eliminated, and only a handful of them hide in the deep mountains and old forests to survive.

In comparison, monsters such as goblins, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, and trolls are even worse.

Basically, as soon as you are discovered, you will be immediately hunted down by adventurers and mercenaries.

Whether they are living prisoners or dead corpses, they can be sold to the caster groups of the West Coast Empire at high prices to become consumables for various magic experiments.

If I remember correctly, the last time such a large-scale genocide was carried out was by the arrogant Grand Arcanists of the Netherese era.

Oh, by the way, the City of Shadows, which escaped the disaster by hiding in the Shadow Plane, also returned not long ago and swept away the barbarians throughout the Eno Oak Desert.

In addition, Fuzor Chamberry led Zhentil Castle to successfully conquer the entire Moon Sea, and the internal fighting between the chief red-robed wizards of Seer became increasingly fierce.

Today's situation is really getting more and more chaotic, which makes people feel extremely headache.

To be honest, I have recently had the idea of ​​​​retiring. "

"Pfft hahaha! It seems like you were really hit hard."

Silinxi couldn't help laughing loudly, not taking these major events in Faerûn seriously at all.

After all, this is the strongest arcane spellcaster who has mastered two sets of magic systems at the same time. Thousands of years ago, he was able to preside over the construction of complex magical mysteries like Myth Drannor that look like miracles in modern times.

Therefore, whether it is Yinhun City or the red-robed mage, in her eyes, it is just a trivial matter and not worth wasting time and attention at all.

As long as she is willing, and the goddess of magic herself has no objection, she can destroy both of them by herself at any time.

Elminster obviously also knew about the terrifying magical power possessed by this teacher, and immediately tried in an uncertain tone: "Do you have any special plans or intentions when you come back this time? Or is it that the goddess gave you something?" mission?"

"No, not at all. I just suddenly wanted to come back and see the changes in my hometown, as well as Soth, who has caused quite a stir in the entire universe."

When saying these words, Silinxi's eyes clearly flashed with amusement. At the same time, her external image also underwent a very obvious change, from the original moon elf to a sun elf with brown skin and blue hair. appearance.

Obviously, at this moment, this sun elf appearance is the one she uses most often, and it is the teacher in Elminster's impression who always maintains a childlike innocence.

But what the great sage of Shadow Valley didn't know was that this sun elf form was actually not Silinxi's original appearance.

In other words, because of the constant and frequent use of transformation magic, even she has forgotten what she looked like before she learned the first spell.

The only things I still remember are the elven names that I once used, "Oluwenya Astorda", and "Coriseluta", which means "among the high mages of Cormanthel" in the elvish language. Archmage" title.

As for the current "Ms. Silinshina", it actually comes from the title and honorific "Leader of Silinshina".

In addition, she briefly served as the regent of the Elf Kingdom Cormanthor after the death of the great commander Iltargrim.

He also successfully pulled out the Crown Sword, which symbolizes the right to inherit the throne, and theoretically has the nominal right to rule the entire Cormanthor region, including Myth Drannor.

It can be said that Silinxi is quite explosive both in terms of personal strength and background.

Even Elminster did not dare to say that he could handle the [Silinxue Spell Change] that had once frightened countless spellcasters.

The effect of this spell is to create a fixed, shimmering spherical shield with a radius of three meters around the subject.

No spell can break through the shield's defense, but creatures within the shield can cast spells normally.

And this is only the lowest level effect of this spell.

Only when the recipient is himself, the power of the spell will be fully demonstrated.

The shield will display the veins of the magic network in front of them like a lens, greatly improving the caster's perception of the magic network, and can accurately grasp all the fluctuations of the magic network within a spell distance of 90 meters + an additional nine meters for each casting level. Then control the magic network in the area to achieve various effects.

This includes aid, which doubles the effects (range, damage, area of ​​effect) of any spell that is about to take shape or has already taken shape, even without the subject's knowledge.

For example, you can double the range, explosion range and damage of a fireball released by a teammate, but this ability can only affect arcane spells and not divine spells.

Dispel can dispel a spell that is being cast by a target. Unless the object of the dispelled spell knows the existence of this tenth-level spell, it will only think that it is caused by a failure or error in its own spell casting.

Suppress, select an object or location, and create a spherical dead magic zone with a radius of 1.5 meters. Any spells and magic items in this area will be ineffective for one minute.

Control, gain control over the range and range of the selected target spell, and modify these elements in a limited way.

Although the range and range of the spell you control cannot be increased, you can reduce its range at will or reduce the range of the spell to up to 25% of normal conditions.

For example, making the enemy caster's fireball explode around him, or reducing the explosion range of the enemy caster's fireball from the normal radius of six meters to a radius of one and a half meters.

Frantic, select an object or location to create a spherical frantic magic area with a radius of three meters, lasting one minute.

You must know that this is not just about controlling your own spells, but it can also affect the effects of the spells released by your opponent.

The most terrible thing is that the above effects can be replaced every six seconds on average, which is simply difficult to prevent.

Once targeted, let alone launching an attack, you might be harmed by the spells you cast.

And that's not even counting the Silverfire and all the high elven magical rituals it masters.

Therefore, in Faerûn, no mortal arcane spellcaster dares to stand one-on-one in front of Silinci.

Even Larok and Iolum, the great arcanists who stood at the top of the Netherese era, were no exception.

As one of the few people in the entire Faerûn continent who knew Silinxi, Elminster obviously noticed from the teacher's reaction that the teacher seemed to be deliberately hiding something, and subconsciously frowned.

Just when he wanted to continue testing, Silinxi suddenly saw something on the Shuoyou mobile terminal. An expression of extreme surprise appeared on his face. Then he stood up and walked outside without saying a word. Walk quickly.

Even though he didn't know what was happening, Elminster could only follow.

The two of them ran like this on the street for two to three hundred meters, and finally stopped in front of a shop that sold vehicles.

Without saying a word, Silinxi directly paid for a powerful, wide-wheeled, super-heavy scooter. Without a ladylike image, she used magic to open a slit in her robe until her entire thigh was exposed, and quickly turned over and rode it. Go up.

"What are you doing?"

Elminster asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense, come up quickly, I'm in a hurry."

Silinxi pointed to the empty seat behind her, and then began to try to start the engine.

moment!

The roar of the oil-burning engine echoed throughout the street.

After hesitating for half a second, Elminster chose to follow the teacher's instructions and sit in the back seat.

Just as his butt made contact with the leather seat, the motorcycle rushed out at an incredible speed.

The terrifying force almost threw him away.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and grabbed the grab handles on both sides of the seat. Otherwise, the Great Sage of Shadow Valley would have broken at least several ribs and an arm or a leg.

"Damn it! Slow down! Are you crazy?"

After coming back to his senses, Elminster immediately roared at Silinci.

Because after a few seconds of acceleration, the speed of the two of them had reached almost more than 200 kilometers per hour, and it was still accelerating.

With the energy conversion efficiency of the oil-burning engine far exceeding that of the internal combustion engine, this sci-fi-looking vehicle can reach a maximum speed of 800 kilometers per hour.

But how safe is it at this speed...

Basically you can only ask for your own blessings.

Anyway, even if the wheel runs over a pebble, it may instantly fly into the air, or it may roll and hit something.

The astonishing speed made the scenery, neon lights, and billboards on both sides of the street blurry.

Elminster has even begun to apply protective spells on himself to prevent tragic traffic accidents at this speed.

But Silinxi turned a deaf ear to this, completely immersed in the tension and excitement brought by speed, speeding along the highway of the cyberpunk city, leaving behind one flash truck after another.

About twenty minutes later, she finally slowed down and finally stopped at the entrance of a huge circular arena.

Similar buildings are almost everywhere in this city where entertainment is indulged to death, mainly hosting various bloody and violent events and gladiatorial performances.

And you can see countless people driving here around the arena.

But the strange thing is that there are no billboards at the entrance of this large arena, nor any notices for performances, and there are even no staff at the ticket check station at the entrance.

But after all the people who arrived parked their cars, they immediately rushed in and threw money into the coin box.

what happened?

A big question mark popped up in Elminster's head.

Due to his unwillingness to accept new things, he did not buy the Shuoyou mobile terminal immediately after arriving in the cyberpunk city like his teacher, so he could only follow Silinxi into the arena in confusion. , and found a place to sit down closer to the front row.

After a while, the originally empty arena was filled with people.

However, it is different from ordinary entertainment competitions where mortals are the majority. The number of devils coming today seems to be a bit too high. Even celestial beings who have never participated in such activities appeared.

All the audience seemed to be waiting for something with great expectation.

After about ten minutes, all the lights located above the arena to provide sufficient lighting finally came on in a flash.

moment!

A pleasure demon with a beautiful face and sexy figure appeared in the center of the spotlight.

She is none other than Gramir, a very important person on the ninth level. As the lord’s exclusive secretary.

It was obvious that from the moment Gramir appeared, Elminster realized that this was definitely no small matter.

Otherwise, just send a pit fiend or zerg fiend.

Gramir took a deep breath, opened his arms and shouted in an excited tone: "My dear fellow devils! There are also guests coming from afar! Are you ready to share this unprecedented victory and supremacy with me? Glory?"

"certainly!"

"We're ready!

"Let's get started! I can't wait!"

"Praise be to the great Lord Soth! It was he who brought us a glorious victory!"

…

Suddenly, the entire stands burst into cheers full of excitement and fanaticism.

"Haha, that's as you wish!"

Gramir suddenly waved his hand and pointed at the entrance of the dark hole behind him.

Wow – Wow – Wow –

Along with the sound of chains dragging on the ground, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was waiting intently for the dark passage.

Soon, two huge insect demons first appeared in sight.

Each of them was holding a thick magic chain in their hands, and they were dragging it out with great difficulty.

Gradually, the other end of the chain finally revealed its true face.

It was a handsome demon with dark skin, ears shaped like a bat, and two slightly yellow fangs protruding from his mouth. Those six extremely conspicuous fingers and toes were simply the best proof of identity.

Dark Lord Graz'zt!

Elminster's pupils dilated instantly, unable to believe what he saw with his eyes.

Silinxi was also shocked and speechless by this scene.

You must know that the bloody battle between demons and demons has lasted for countless thousands of years, but it is very rare for high-level officials from both sides to die in battle, not to mention the capture of super demon lords like the three giants of the abyss.

"Kneel down!"

Gramir raised his chin and issued a highly insulting order to Lord Dark An in a condescending tone.

"Despicable pleasure demon! Who do you think you are?"

Graz'zt struggled wildly and let out an angry roar.

But it's a pity that his power as the Lord of the Abyss has been taken away. With his own strength, he can't shake the Zerg Demon, which is originally known for its strength attribute. He is fixed in place and unable to move, and he can only rage incompetently. .

Snapped!

Gramir didn't even say a word of nonsense. He raised his hand and whipped the other person, leaving a gaping wound on the dark, handsome face.

This move instantly detonated the scene.

"Wash him to death!"

"Give this damn devil a taste of the dark arts of hell!"

"Where is the torture officer? Where is our best torture officer?"

"Cut out his tongue! Goug out his eyes! I want to hear him kneeling on the ground wailing and begging for mercy!"

Countless devils stood up like crazy and waved their fists to vent their inner excitement.

Due to the bloody war, the hatred between demons and devils has already penetrated deep into the bone marrow. It is more intense and irreconcilable than any known ethnic, religious and racial conflicts on the earth.

So when he saw the strongest demon lord like the Three Heads of the Abyss being whipped, it was comparable to the extreme joy he felt when he was promoted.

Gramir was obviously very satisfied with the atmosphere of the scene. He raised his hand to signal the audience to calm down, and then bowed deeply to the shining golden goddess in the VIP seat with one hand on her chest.

"Great Goddess of Wealth, since this is your prisoner, I think it's better for you to handle it yourself."

"Should I handle it myself?"

Waking slowly walked out of the VIP seat, with a chilling smile on his face, and raised his hand and pointed lightly.

moment!

Graz'zt, who was so strong one second, fell to his knees with a plop in the next second, completely unable to resist at all.

Seeing this scene, both Elminster and Silinsi immediately understood why Graz'zt appeared as a prisoner in Baator Hell.

Although many powerful demon lords possess god-like powers that can compete with real gods.

But problem gods are also divided into levels.

Just as the gap between humans is sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs, the gap between gods is also wider than between humans and gods.

The weakest gods among them can be killed and replaced by mortals, while the most powerful ones can command hundreds of crystal walls and become gods above gods.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the demon lord's divine-like power is, at best, barely able to compete with demigods with weak divine power.

When encountering powerful divine power, even powerful factions like Demogorgon and Orcus had to avoid the edge for the time being.

Regarding this point, just look at the new Death God Klanvor when he first came to power. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would go to the abyss and kill unparalleled people to relieve work pressure.

Therefore, even when Graz'zt faces Wojin, who has become a powerful god, he cannot be the latter's opponent.

What's more, as the goddess of wealth, what Wojin is best at is reaching all kinds of unknown secret deals.

As long as she is given enough time and chips, any unexpected and outrageous situation may happen.

Just as Silinci and Elminster exchanged glances, a man with a stout build and a weight of at least two hundred kilograms appeared in the center of the arena.

He is nearly 2.3 meters tall, with muscles as toned and exaggerated as a sculpture. He has already taken off all his clothes, only wearing a pair of triangular shorts. His bare head blooms like a high-wattage light bulb under the light. Emit a dazzling light.

Especially this guy's naked and undisguised aggressive eyes immediately made Graz'zt, who was kneeling on the ground, feel a hair in his hair, and he quickly developed an ominous premonition.

Facts have proved that Lord Wu An's keen perception was not wrong.

In just a few minutes, he heard Gramir say to the man in a joking tone: "Dear Mr. Argos, according to the contract, you have the highest bid in the auction, so you can be the first to enjoy it. So please start Exercise your power and don't be polite."

"Hahahaha! Thank you very much. Beautiful Ms. Gramir, please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to you, the great goddess of wealth and Lord Soth. Without you, I am afraid I will not be able to get such an opportunity in this life."

Having said that, this macho man with an exaggerated figure tore off the last cover and instantly blessed himself with [Light Technique], [Great Transformation Technique], [Bear's Tenacity], [Ox Power], and [Cat's Elegance] , [Acceleration], [Edge], [Advanced Magic Weapon], [Sharp Tooth], [Stoneskin]...

When the last spell was cast, more than half of the audience in the arena stood up from their seats and looked at the great mage who had mastered the magic of transformation with respect.

sharp!

It’s really awesome!

To be able to think of using so many powerful spells in such a place can no longer be described as a mere genius. He is a complete genius.

Some devils couldn't help but start applauding.

The man was seen grinning ferociously as he walked towards Graz'zt, who was kneeling on the ground unable to move. He ignored the latter's menacing eyes, hysterical threats and roars, and pressed on him unceremoniously.

moment!

The screams, curses and incompetent rage of Lord Darkness echoed in the sky above the arena.

What's even more terrible is that the entire process was even filmed and projected onto the surrounding huge high-definition electronic screens.

This was no longer as simple as humiliation and abuse, but directly stepped Graz'zt's face into the cesspool.

And the whole process of ravaging lasted for more than three hours, until the great mage who was proficient in the change system was completely satisfied and left the work with satisfaction.

Before leaving, the audience did not forget to give whistles, applause and praise to this warrior.

Then, before Graz'zt could take a breath, the second old hag appeared, covered with pustules and tumors.

She simply fed the former a bottle of potion, and then began to enjoy the most handsome devil in the abyss unscrupulously.

One, two, three, ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, a hundred...

In just a few days, Graz'zt, one of the famous three giants of the Abyss and Lord of Darkness, was completely reduced to a toy to be ravaged in front of everyone.

Whether they are ambitious people who want to get mixed-race children from him, or simply crazy people who just want to vent their desires, as long as they are willing to pay enough money, they can get a number plate.

When the time comes, you can queue up with your number, and when it's your turn, you can go to the grand arena to play with this powerful demon lord who used to be aloof and frightened countless mortals.

In addition, the Ninth Level of Hell also provides video and photography services. The process can be recorded according to customer needs, either as a private collection or on some special website platforms for people to pay to watch to earn profit sharing.

According to the order issued by Zuo Si, Gramir adopted the most inhumane business operation based on the principle of squeezing out the last trace of residual value.

From clothing and props to add interest to product placements for various drugs, basically anyone who wants to make money will take it.

It wasn't even long before Graz'zt became pregnant and gave birth to her first mixed-race child.

As we all know, six fingers are a two-wire plug, so he has two sets of reproductive systems at the same time, and he can get pregnant and give birth to children like a female devil.

The father of this child is Mr. Argos, the great mage of the transformation system who looks more like a warrior than a warrior.

Seeing the enemy's life being worse than death every day, the evil spirit that the goddess of wealth Wo Jin had accumulated in her chest was finally completely released.

What's more, regardless of whether the other party is willing or not, they are now constantly creating profits for themselves.

She can share half of all the money earned from Lord Wu An.

As for the other side, of course it belongs to Zuo Si, the ninth-level lord who provided all this.

There is no doubt that Graz'zt's tragic situation deeply shocked Silenci and Elminster who came to play.

So much so that they had no intention of continuing to visit and experience the wide variety of entertainment projects, and hurriedly opened the interdimensional portal to return to Faerûn.

When she breathed the familiar air of her hometown again, Silinxi instantly relaxed a lot, turned around and said to her disciples: "Let's part ways here for now.

When you have free time after you go back, think more about what I told you.

Don't always act like you're old enough to die.

That won't do you or those around you any good.

Don't forget, you are only over a thousand years old, and you are still very young for an immortal. "

"Where are you going?"

Elminster asked in a low voice.

"Of course I'm going to visit Soth. But not as a chosen one of the goddess of magic, but as an elf."

Silinxi blinked playfully, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.

"As an elf?"

Elminster was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recalled something, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked along the country road towards his home in Shadow Valley.

He obviously still adheres to the principle of not using magic as much as possible, and would rather stay on his legs than use the simpler and faster teleportation.

…

At the same time, in the mage tower of Askatra.

Zuo Si stayed alone in the exploration room, relying on the memory in his mind to find the coordinates of the new world in the endless multiverse.

This behavior continued for several days, and he could already vaguely sense the planet filled with amazing magical power.

But I don't know why, every time it is about to be locked, it will be interfered by a powerful force, and in the end it can only be left alone.

The first few times, Zuo Si thought it was caused by operational errors, but later he discovered that it had nothing to do with him, but that the planet was protected by some kind of force.

Any force snooping beyond the warning line will instantly trigger the protection mechanism, preventing the snooper from obtaining accurate spatial coordinates.

Could this be the legendary planetary shield set up by Titan?

Or is it a self-protection circle formed by energy overflow?

Or interference from other forces?

Staring at the crystal ball showing chaos, Zuo Si touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Obviously, without accurate spatial coordinates, even a planeswalker cannot enter an unknown time and space.

Now he suddenly understood why the Dark Titan, the founder of the Burning Legion, and Sargeras, who had the record of one sword blast, had spent more than 10,000 years and failed to do anything to Azeroth.

As long as this is so powerful that it can't even get close, and the only defense that can only rely on corrupting local creatures to open the portal from the inside is still there, even if you want to make some big moves, you won't be able to use the strength.

what to do?

Do you want to give up and change time and space?

Or do you want to practice infiltration?

Just when Zuo Si was hesitating, a voice suddenly echoed in his ears through the fog.

Although it was very blurry and weak, he could still hear it clearly with the help of that intermittent connection.

"Unknown great existence... please... please help me... I need more powerful power to save these innocent people, and I am willing to pay any price for it... even my own life and soul..."

With the help of this guy who took the initiative to send out desperate prayers, Zuo Si quickly released his power and strengthened the connection with the other party.

In a blink of an eye!

His perception passed through the fog and obstacles through this line, and landed on a messy battlefield.

I saw a group of human warriors forming a tight phalanx and guarding a small square that looked like a village, trying their best to resist the influx of zombies, ghouls and skeletons.

Beside them, there were countless civilians who fell to the ground and started coughing, vomiting and convulsing violently.

On average, every few seconds, these civilians will transform into bloodthirsty undead monsters in great pain, jumping on the soldiers who protect them from behind.

This sudden attack caused the human army to become extremely chaotic, and some soldiers were even thrown to the ground, dragged into the group of corpses, and brutally quartered.

A blond young man holding a warhammer released golden holy light to heal the injured soldiers around him, while rushing at the forefront, blocking the only gap in the attack of the undead army, and absolutely not letting any ghoul pass by him. .

The one who prayed was a young human priest who tried his best to heal the tortured civilians among the rebels.

He seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was wearing a novitiate's white robe issued by the Holy Light Church.

But now it was completely stained with blood and mud, and looked embarrassed and desperate.

Because the power of the Holy Light could not cure these civilians who were infected with the plague, or even relieve their pain, they could only watch people die one after another, and then get up and become undead.

This indescribable strong stimulation and impact caused the young trainee priest to completely lose his faith in the Holy Light and began to seek help from unknown powers.

Just as he was watching another fourteen-year-old girl dying and about to take her last breath, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Do you want to gain power?"

The young pastor's original sad expression suddenly froze on his face, and then he started shouting like crazy: "Yes! I long for power! No matter who it is, please give me the power to save these innocent lives! I am willing to give Give up your life and soul in exchange!"

"Contract...accomplished!"

As these words were blurted out, a beam of light suddenly fell from the sky, directly penetrating the black night sky, illuminating several kilometers around as if it were daytime.

All the undead that were illuminated by this light turned into dust in just a few seconds, so that the undead hidden in the darkness behind them stopped attacking.

Sick civilians who were originally dying also found that their weak bodies were recovering at an unimaginable speed.

miracle!

A miracle has come!

All the living people raised their heads and looked at the sky, as if they wanted to see through the light beam the unknown god on the other side who had saved them.