A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Hold on! Don't retreat! Our reinforcements are coming soon! We must not let those demons and evil gods' servants break through this line of defense!"

"Are you kidding? The enemy's long-range firepower is too fierce! Our shields can only last for five minutes at most! If we don't have reinforcements after five minutes, we will all be blown to death!"

"Damn it! There are weapons produced by the ninth-level arms company of Baator Hell everywhere. Especially those cannons with long range and amazing power. If there is no protection from magic shields, a large area can be blown to pieces in a few minutes. Even the strongest fortress will collapse in a very short time."

"Be content. We are now dealing with mainly demons and the army under the command of evil gods. If it is the devil, you will see more outrageous things. According to the latest news "The kingdoms of several gods in the east have been breached."

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense! Cheer up! No matter what the cost, we must block this passage to the Court of Law and Principle, and never let the enemy's evil and filth get close to the domain of the great god of justice, Tyr."

"Understood! Even if we die, we will die on the battlefield and never retreat a step!"

"That's right! Goodness will prevail! Justice will prevail!"

"Kill all the demons and the minions of the evil gods!"

...

Accompanied by the earth-shaking war roars of the gods of other worlds, the apostles of the stars, and the sub-air gods transformed from the souls of mortals, the army of the Three Saints Alliance led by the god of justice Tyr showed a fearless spirit of sacrifice, and fought bloody battles with the swarming evil army on a battlefield of dozens of kilometers.

One by one, the shells fell from the sky like raindrops, exploding above their heads, and the visible flames and shock waves raged wildly.

But fortunately, with the support of a powerful magic shield, these shells have not been able to fall to the ground for the time being, but have been completely blocked in the air about 50 meters above the ground.

Obviously, this is the limitation of technology in the face of supernatural magic.

Once the opponent understands the type of weapon damage, as long as he puts on the corresponding shield or immunity spell, he can completely ignore the damage caused by technological weapons.

Even nuclear weapons and high-energy particle weapons that seem to be extremely advanced are no exception.

As we all know, demons affected by chaotic nature have never had much patience.

After seeing that the enemy's magic protection successfully blocked all long-range artillery fire, they immediately launched a group "charge" without saying a word.

The reason why the word "charge" is in quotation marks is that except for useless cannon fodder such as cowards and little demons, most of the slightly higher-level demons can cast advanced teleportation spells unlimitedly every day (only for themselves).

So their charge is actually to directly use teleportation magic to cut into the middle of the opponent, and then disrupt the enemy's formation, organization, and command system, and then defeat them with the advantage of numbers and rich experience in melee.

In the blink of an eye, the sub-air gods flashing the white light symbolizing the good camp are intertwined with the demons flashing the evil aura of red to black and black to purple.

In fact, it is once again proved that when the means of defense are far stronger than the means of offense, only the most primitive, bloody, and barbaric close combat is the key to victory.

Moreover, since Asmodeus allowed the abyss lords to purchase products from the huge cyberpunk city arms company, the weapons of the demons have become more varied.

For example, the bolt gun that can cause huge damage to the target in close combat, and the high-powered shotgun with a drum capacity of 60 rounds, are the favorites of demons who like blood, violence and killing.

When the two sides began to fight hand-to-hand, the first thing that broke out was not the swords, but the guns.

Both the Sub-Earth and the Demons adopted the same tactics.

After all, the former had sent observers to the ninth level of Baator Hell to collect intelligence a long time ago, and they were not unfamiliar with the weapons and equipment produced there, and even purchased a lot of them intermittently through some special channels.

In addition, they were fighting a defensive war, and as long as they could hold on for a wave, they could pick up the weapons and equipment dropped by the enemy by recycling the spoils.

Therefore, the coalition forces of the Three Saints Alliance are now basically equipped with different types of guns, and some are even wearing battle-scarred power mechas.

Because the same type of bullets and modular accessories produced by standardized industrial assembly lines are completely universal, there are no obstacles in ammunition supply or maintenance.

The Sub-Earth of the Seventh Heaven Mountain is now familiar with the logos of several military industrial groups on the ninth level of Baator Hell, and they also have a love-hate relationship with these advanced weapons.

What I love is that this thing is really easy to use and of very good quality.

If the enemy does not have protection against kindness, ranged weapons, and energy damage in advance, and does not have a force field generator installed on the power armor, then a few consecutive shots can beat a tough berserker into a pulp.

But what I hate is that these powerful weapons are equipped to the evil army on a large scale, causing unimaginable horrific casualties to their own side.

Some veterans who have survived the war for a long time have even begun to judge which weapons or protective gear produced by the other side has the best performance and the greatest power based on the logos of different military industrial groups.

Yes, you read that right.

These sub-gods have begun to recognize brands when choosing weapons and protective gear...

In addition to arms, the large amount of healing and strengthening drugs seized are also widely welcomed by the frontline soldiers.

It can be predicted that as the scale of the war continues to expand and the duration becomes longer and longer, the giants of the arms groups and pharmaceutical companies in Zuo Si's territory will inevitably make a name for themselves and make a lot of money.

After all, the outer plane is much faster than the material plane in accepting new things.

Soon, the gunshots, explosions, slashing, roaring, and wailing of the entire front line were mixed together, and demons and sub-sky gods fell to the ground and turned into corpses or meat paste every moment.

All kinds of strange spell-like abilities collided with each other one after another.

Individuals are as insignificant as ants in the face of a war of this scale.

Even the apostles of the star realm, the servants of the gods from other worlds, and the Balor Flame Demons are likely to be killed in the next second.

Only the servants of the seraphs and demon lords who are comparable to demigods can barely ensure their own safety.

Because they are usually the highest commanders of an army, they have the right to decide when to leave, rather than being thrown down like chess pieces by their superiors.

At this moment, at the top of the huge mountain in the back, the god of justice Tyr was standing on the top of the huge palace, looking down at the crumbling defense line. After a full minute, he asked without looking back: "How is it, is there no response from the Twin Heavens?"

"The dwarf pantheon is still hesitating, but the guardian angels and the Aesir tribe living there have begun to form a coalition. It is estimated that it will not take long for them to launch an attack from the flank to relieve the pressure we are facing."

Thom, the god of loyalty and courage, quickly told the news that the messenger had just sent back.

At this moment, the god, whose whole body was shining with golden light, had an unprecedented solemn expression, no longer the usual optimistic spirit, and his eyes were fixed on the figures behind the evil army at the bottom of the mountain.

He knew very well that if he dared to join the battle rashly, he would inevitably be besieged by several old enemies and demon lords.

So from the beginning of the war till now, the gods of both sides have only been continuously giving divine power BUFF to their believers and armies, and have no intention of personally participating in the war.

Because this is just like the wars between modern industrial countries on Earth. The one who goes first must be unable to hold on and has to go, and the final result is likely to be a loss.

And the one who sits in the back and goes last can reap the biggest bonus after defeating the opponent.

"So we will have reinforcements soon?"

Tyr's originally serious expression finally eased a little.

As one of the powerful gods, he is not afraid of any opponent under the blessing of the will of the worship plane of the Seven Heavens Mountain.

Even if there are Bane, the god of tyranny, and Talos, the god of storms, leading the team to block the door, it is no exception.

After all, in his own territory, his divine power will be amplified, and it is not a problem to deal with Bane, whose divine power and influence have increased significantly recently.

The two medium-level gods, Ilmater, the god of suffering, and Heim, the god of guarding, can join forces to deal with Talos.

Finally, Torm and his Seraphim servants dealt with other weaker gods, demigods, and demon lords.

But the problem is that Tyr is not satisfied with defending, but wants to fight back and regain the lost territory so that the first layer of the Seven Heavens Mountain will be covered with the light of kindness and order again.

This means that he needs helpers, a lot of helpers.

"If nothing unexpected happens, yes.

And I heard that in other places, many creatures from the plane of goodness also appeared on the battlefield in large numbers, successfully slowing down the advance of demons and yugoloths.

Only the demon army is still unstoppable, and the vanguard seems to have broken through the second level.

Obviously, Asmodeus has been planning this war since a long time ago.

In addition to the weapons and equipment support provided by Soth, as well as the strict discipline of the demon army and the tactics trained in bloody battles, the Archon, who have not fought a large-scale war for a long time, are no match at all.

To be precise, the defense line arranged by the Seven Fierce Councils of the Heavens was killed several times.

If it weren't for Domiel, who ruled the second level, running fast, he would probably die on the battlefield like Barachiel of the first level."

When the Lord of Hell was mentioned, the eyes of the God of Loyalty and Courage, Torm, immediately became very nervous.

Because the members of the Seven Fierce Councils of Heaven are no less powerful than ordinary gods.

But they have no power to resist the army under Asmodeus.

Especially the war that broke out in the second level of Mochulia, which lasted less than three hours.

More than 10 million Archon troops were annihilated, and almost the same number became prisoners, and a large part of them would be corrupted and become enemies under the torture of the devil.

From this result alone, it can be seen that the Seven Fierce Orders of Heaven, which provoked the bloody war between demons and devils, definitely shot themselves in the foot.

Because they personally created two...

No!

It should be said that three enemies of the level of terrifying monsters!

Demons, devils, and yugoloths who often appear as mercenaries, who have been tempered in cruel bloody battles for tens of millions of years or even longer, have long gained more experience than other races in the continuous war.

Especially the demon army hidden by Asmodeus, basically all of them are elites who have survived the most rigorous screening on the front line of the bloody battle.

And they are facing a group of "new recruits" who have been in a peaceful environment for a long time and lack war experience.

So it is not surprising that there will be a large-scale massacre.

Looking back at the brilliant results achieved by Germany after launching Operation Barbarossa to attack the Soviet Union during World War II, we will know how big the difference is between an army composed of elite veterans and an army composed of new recruits.

"What about Soth? Has he still not taken any action?" The God of Suffering Ilmater suddenly asked.

Thom nodded slightly: "Yes. The ninth level he rules is still normal. There is no mobilization or closure to the outside world. Our people can even enter and exit freely. It seems that he really intends to stay out of it this time."

"This is good news for us.

Because as long as he does not join, the situation will not develop in the worst direction.

Otherwise, powerful gods such as the goddess of wealth Waukin, the goddess of natural cycles Talona, ​​and even the god of knowledge Ogma will also enter the scene."

Tyr was obviously relieved.

This sudden outbreak of war has already involved too many gods, and he does not want to increase the intensity.

"Not only the allies, but Soth himself and his descendants are also a huge threat. We must find out his position as soon as possible. By the way, hasn't the platinum dragon god Bahamut returned yet?"

The God of Suffering Ilmater was obviously a little worried.

As one of the first gods in this universe to come into contact with Zuo Si, he knew the destructive power of this young man better than his two allies.

Once Zuo Si fell to the evil camp, it would be a terrible disaster for the good camp.

At that time, it was uncertain whether the entire Seven Heavens Mountain could be saved.

Just when Tyr wanted to comfort this old friend, a silver-white light suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a giant dragon shining with platinum gold appearing out of thin air in the open space. It was Bahamut who had just returned.

As soon as he appeared, Torm, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately asked: "What is the attitude of the elven pantheon? Do they agree to send reinforcements?"

Bahamut nodded immediately: "Of course!

The great Corellon promised me that he would send an unprecedented army to help resist the invasion of the evil army.

Not only that, he also told me something.

The bloody battle between the evil camps has lasted too long, and it's time for the good camp to bleed."

"It's time for the good camp to bleed? What does this mean?"

Tyr frowned subconsciously.

"It means literally.

He believes that the universe needs to balance the forces between the various camps, so Asmodeus caters to this law to some extent.

This war between good and evil will be long-lasting and lasting like a bloody war in the future.

It will not stop until we shed enough blood.

And this sentence was not said by Corellon, but by Soth, the ruler of the ninth level of Baator.

He also said that his bottom line is that good must never defeat evil, otherwise he will intervene."

Bahamut shook out all the information he got from Corellon.

"The second bloody war?!!"

Thom's face changed drastically.

Because no god can be unaware of the cruelty of a bloody war.

In the past, those who died were evil demons, devils and yugoloths, so most of the good camps just watched the show from afar, and when the demons could not hold on, they would send some people to help, or they would take advantage of the chaos to kill the demons in the abyss like the Aesir.

In short, highlight an offshore balance strategy, try to keep the two sides of the bloody war in balance, and it would be best if they could kill each other forever.

But now that it is their turn to bleed, it is a little unacceptable.

After all, the biggest difference between good and evil is that the former has strong emotions such as sympathy, pity, and intolerance, and will feel sad and painful when seeing friends, companions, and subordinates die.

In contrast, the latter simply regards people other than themselves as tools and pawns. As long as they can benefit from it, it doesn't matter how many other people die.

Therefore, the endurance of the evil camp when it comes to casualties is often amazing, while the good camp is very susceptible to emotional factors.

"I think we have to hold an emergency meeting and gather all the allies to discuss countermeasures.

Soth has made his attitude clear.

From what I know about him, this is basically an ultimatum.

If we try to defeat Asmodeus, the moment the Lord of Hell is defeated is the time for him to intervene."

The God of Suffering Ilmater made a solemn suggestion.

"Just do as you say."

After a moment of silence, Tyr quickly nodded in agreement.

In this way, an alliance of the good camp began to be established under the efforts of the Three Saints Alliance and the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.

It can be predicted that it will not be long before they unite to launch an unprecedented decisive battle somewhere to stop the evil from advancing further, and then build an eternal battlefield with this place as the center.

…

At the same time, in the huge cyberpunk city far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

The succubus queen Mecanthut is staring at the heavy industrial assembly line in full production, watching the guns, cannons, tanks, and power mechas from parts to assembly, and finally completing the painting and packaging and stuffing them into huge containers for delivery to customers.

After several minutes, she turned around and asked a New Phyrexian creature: "How many orders do we have now?"

The latter quickly responded with an emotionless electronic sound: "Very, very many.

Not only are demons, devils, yugoloths and many evil gods purchasing our products in large quantities, but even the good camps are placing orders through middlemen.

Among them, the goddess of wealth Wakin and her church played an important role.

According to your instructions and the great father of New Phyrexia, we did not reject these orders, but raised the price and limited the quantity while also producing some for them.

In this way, this war can be fought evenly."

Hearing this answer, Mecanthut nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, this is exactly what the master wants.

In addition, the profit of the current orders is too low, how can it be only 500%.

Wait for a while and triple it on the current basis.

Anyway, they have no other choice..."

As the last word came out, a crisp applause suddenly came from a distance.

Following the direction of the voice, a beautiful woman wearing gold and silver and inlaid with precious gems can be seen walking slowly from a distance, praising as she walked: "Well said! You are indeed the one chosen by Soth to rule the Ninth Plane on his behalf. I originally wanted to remind you about the price increase, but it seems that there is no need for that."

It is clear that the person who came is none other than the goddess of wealth, Wakin.

Since she moved her kingdom to the Ninth Plane and became a neighbor of Zuo Si, she has been like a fish in water. She hangs out in the huge cyberpunk city every day, especially in the stock exchange center, enjoying the joy of harvesting wealth through financial means.

Her church and believers have even more blatantly become second-hand dealers, constantly selling the good things produced here to other planes, and spreading their faith and expanding their influence.

Not only that!

The goddess also actively communicated with senior executives including the succubus queen Mecanxiut, and then jointly established a super trust monopoly organization from raw material acquisition to production, and then to sales channels and markets, and finally achieved the right to price.

By continuously deepening his understanding of the principles of economics, wealth and capital operation in practice, Wakin has completely transformed.

The confident smile on her face is the best proof.

"You have made a lot of money from the upper planes recently, right?" Mecanthut asked after glancing at him.

Wakin nodded without disguising: "Yes, I have taken a lot of special products from the plane of worship this time, especially those special ores formed by the influence of positive energy. I have taken 20 mines alone."

"Humph! Boring. Those things are meaningless to the master. Because no matter what material it is, as long as it is decomposed by the oil once, it can be produced in unlimited quantities."

The succubus queen curled her lips in disdain.

As she said, matter has no value to the new Phyrexia that has mastered the secret of the oil, and it can be transformed by decomposing and reorganizing elementary particles.

Even those things formed by the influence of special energy are the same.

But Wakin smiled and stretched out a finger and shook it to explain: "No, you don't understand.

Creating things out of thin air cannot form a wealth and economic cycle, nor can it influence or even control the other party through economic means.

Remember, my dear friend.

For the ninth level, which has the most powerful production and manufacturing capabilities in the universe, the most important thing is to make others form an inescapable dependence on us.

In this regard, Soth and I are experts, and you only need to execute the plans that have been made."

"So you came here specifically to tell me about the price increase?"

Mekanxiut obviously didn't intend to waste time on this topic, and raised his eyebrows with an impatient look.

But Wakin smiled and responded nonchalantly: "No, of course not. I came here to discuss with you how to influence this war between good and evil without sending troops."

"You mean..."

The succubus queen realized something in an instant, and her eyes lighted up slightly.

"It's simple. It's time to open up some restrictions and smuggle those things that were originally on the prohibited sale list into the market."

When she said this, the goddess of wealth showed a sinister smile on her face.

"Are you sure? Those things are not ordinary goods. Once they enter the market, they may cause a lot of trouble."

Mekanxiut was obviously more cautious.

To be precise, she was a little worried that these big killers did not appear on the battlefield, but remained in the hands of gangs in the huge cyberpunk city.

If these guys took them out during the fight, the whole area might be evaporated in an instant.

"Don't worry, I swear to personally supervise these things to be transported out of the ninth level."

Wojin made a solemn promise, and at the same time, greed and desire flashed in his eyes when he looked at the products at the end of the assembly line.

In her opinion, these were not arms, but piles of gold.

As long as they were shipped out and delivered to those guys in the upper plane, they could immediately make three or even four times the normal price.

And every time she completes such a transaction, her divine power will increase.

"Okay, I got it."

Mekanxiut hesitated for a moment, and soon opened the other party's permissions.

Because she had been playing the "monarch offline system" for a long time, she had long been accustomed to making some unimportant decisions for Zuo Si.

"Thank you!"

The overjoyed goddess of wealth immediately opened the terminal device in her hand, took a look at several things that were originally gray and could not be purchased and turned into color, and without saying a word, she activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

As the saying goes, time is money.

She is now eager to sell these "good things" to customers who can afford a high price.

However, Wakin didn't know that in addition to himself, there was another god from the continent of Faerun who was also enjoying the ultimate happiness. He was Tempus.

As the most powerful god of war in the country, when he learned that Asmodeus had ended the bloody battle with the devil and turned to start a larger-scale eternal war with the good camp, this god who always showed himself as a sturdy man almost roared with joy.

The Sel Civil War that originally broke out in the continent of Faerun, and the subsequent war with the Mulhorand Empire after the Sel Civil War ended, have already made this person extremely excited.

But who would have thought that there would be a bigger one later.

In the past, Tempus always felt that the Lord of Hell was too cowardly and would only hide behind and play conspiracies that were not presentable.

But now, he is full of gratitude and admiration for Asmodeus.

What is meant by "If you don't make a sound, you will be amazing!"

This is it!

The Lord of Hell proved with practical actions that he is the war master who can set the entire universe on fire.

Not only Tempus, but almost all the gods of war in the entire universe seemed to be celebrating a festival, appearing in the sky above the battlefield one after another, and even personally descending their incarnations to participate in it.

Because they all know very well that this war is actually a big stage.

Whoever performs well can gain more benefits from it, and then make their own power stronger.

At the moment, Tempus himself was riding his beloved horse in the sky, admiring a demon army fighting with the Gadin Clan who were suddenly teleported from other planes.

Because both sides had extremely firm beliefs, there was no escape or retreat at all. Only death could make them lay down their weapons.

This was obviously more cruel than the war between mortals, but also more exciting.

As a reward for these brave warriors, Tempus blessed both sides at the same time.

Because in his opinion, it was unfair and disrespectful to favor either side alone.

In the end, the demons with more discipline and combat experience won the final victory.

Looking at the battlefield below where all the bodies were left, the most powerful god of war in Faerun couldn't help but sigh slightly: "What a wonderful duel, isn't it? I am beginning to appreciate Asmodeus more and more. If he hadn't started this war, I might never have the opportunity to reach a higher dimension."

"Are you asking the Lord of Hell to form an alliance and join his camp?"

The Crimson Knight asked in an uncertain tone.

"No, of course not. As the God of War, I am not interested in joining any side, but in maintaining the balance so that it can last forever like a bloody war."

Tempus grinned cruelly.

Although his own camp is neutral and he despises and hates the killing of civilians in war, he has nothing to do with kindness.

To be precise, the killing, death and destruction caused by him and his followers are sometimes worse than those of the evil camp.

After all, almost all the horrific atrocities and tragedies basically occurred during the war.

War can even turn a normal person into a beast who does all kinds of evil.

The Crimson Knight obviously knew the Father God's thoughts very well, and reminded him carefully: "But the scale and participants of this war have far exceeded the scope of your control. If you intervene forcefully, you may be regarded as an enemy by both sides."

"Haha, do you think I would be stupid enough to do it alone?

No, I have already found allies for myself.

Didn't you notice?

As the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, Sos has not made any moves yet.

If nothing unexpected happens, his thoughts should be the same as mine.

Now, let's go visit this old friend."

As he said, Tempus patted the butt of his beloved warhorse, and then turned into a residual image and disappeared at the end of the sky.

The Crimson Knight hurriedly followed.

In a flash!

The incarnations of the two gods crossed the plane and landed in Askatra, the capital of the West Coast Empire.

With the powerful divine perception, Tempus found Zuo Si's location almost instantly and teleported directly to a place only a dozen meters away from him.

The reason why he didn't go forward directly was because Zuo Si was talking to the goddess of magic, Midnight.

Whether out of courtesy or respect for the mother of magic, the God of War had to wait for the two to finish their conversation.

However, Tempus's arrival obviously attracted Midnight's attention, and he immediately teased him in a half-joking tone: "You are really busy. Even the great God of War has to wait in line to see you."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless: "You can't blame me for this. After all, I didn't initiate this war, and I haven't even participated in it until now. And I sincerely suggest you Don’t get involved either.”

"Oh? Why? Are you afraid that one day you will meet me on the battlefield?"

Midnight looked at his chosen one with a half-smile.

Although the title of Chosen Goddess of Magic has long been dispensable to Zuo Si, as long as he does not take the initiative to return it for a day, the relationship between the two parties will still exist.

"No, I just think magic should be neutral and should not be mixed into the conflict between good and evil.

In this regard, Bokabu, the God of Magic in the Gray Eagle Plane, does very well.

And in this universe, nothing happens in isolation, but has a huge ripple effect.

That is, if a god wants to deal with another god, he must consider his allies and his allies' allies.

There are too many uncertainties and too many unexpected situations that may occur.

In other words, if you join this war, Shar, who is your opponent, may join the evil camp. "

When saying these words, Zuo Si's tone became extremely serious, with a hint of warning.

There is no way, who makes the goddess of magic the most dangerous profession in Faerun.

Although controlling the magic network means becoming the strongest god under the god Io, there are always people who can kill the goddess of magic through various methods.

As for the ripple effect Zuo Si mentioned, it is one of the biggest features of this universe.

This is also the reason why the gods are obviously enemies of each other, but there are rarely actual divine wars.

It's not that they don't want to kill their opponents once and for all, but they can't do it easily.

Each god will form an alliance based on his own alignment, thoughts, values, preferences, common goals or common enemies, thus forming an intricate network of relationships.

As far as the twin sisters Ishar and Suellen are concerned, they have been fighting almost from the beginning of the creation to the present.

Later, Su Lun lost too much power and was no longer able to fight Shar on his own, but Shar could never kill this bright sister.

Because the goddess of magic, the god of love and beauty, the Lord of the Dawn who was replaced by the ancient sun god, and the moon goddess in the trinity of elven gods are all her allies and are willing to provide her with protection.

No matter how powerful Shar is, there is no way he can deal with so many powerful powers at the same time.

Therefore, for a deity like the Goddess of Magic who is very important to the entire country, every move she makes will trigger an unknown chain reaction.

Midnight was obviously aware of this. He held his forehead and sighed slightly: "Oh - you are right, I really shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing. Because my first duty is to maintain the stability of the magic network and ensure the safety of magic. Continuously innovate and develop. I am no longer the person who can do whatever I want.”

"As long as you understand."

A trace of relief flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.

He could feel that Midnight was much more mature now than at the beginning, and would no longer be impulsive or want to directly "cut off the Internet" for those evil spellcasters.

But the price is that its mortal nature is becoming less and less, and it is completely cut off from its former self.

"Of course I understand. Even if I don't understand, Azuth and Kelanvor will force me to understand. Because this is the sacrifice that must be made after becoming a god..."

When saying these words, Midnight's mood was obviously a little low, even depressed.

"Have you completely broken up with the God of Death, Clenvor?"

Zuo Si grasped the key very keenly and immediately raised his head and stared into the eyes of the goddess of magic.

Because this is a landmark event.

From this moment on, the mortal Midnight has completely disappeared, replaced by the true third-generation magic goddess.

Maybe she will be affected by the memories left by the second generation of magic goddesses in the past and start to become more and more debauched, and she likes to have fun for herself to pass the boring time.

Midnight nodded slightly: "Yes, we are completely separated.

Because Cranvor said that as a god of death, one cannot be affected by any emotional factors, otherwise the order of death cannot be maintained.

And if we continue to maintain this close relationship, many other gods will think that we have formed an alliance, and then take actions to destroy the original stability and balance of the divine world.

Most importantly, I could feel that as he spent more time as the Grim Reaper, he was becoming cold and distant.

This is the impact of divinity and priesthood, which cannot be reversed at all.

Maybe this is fate. "

"So you feel sad and sad about this?"

Zuo Si tried in an uncertain tone.

"No. Maybe you won't believe it, but I am actually not as sad and sad as I expected. Instead, I feel an indescribable relief. Because I know that I am finally free and have broken free from the emotional shackles of my mortal period. come out."

Midnight suddenly smiled, and her whole body felt radiant.

Especially when he looked at Zuo Si, there was even a hint of charm in his eyes.

"What are you going to do next? Continue to follow the example of your predecessor and maintain your relationship with the mage god Azuth, or..."

Zuo Si deliberately dragged out the second half of the sentence without saying it.

Midnight fiddled with a strand of long hair hanging from her ear and responded meaningfully: "To be honest, I don't know much. But what is certain is that I will no longer live an ascetic life like before. Because God is immortal, I have to find some fun in my eternal life, right?"

"That's right. I wish you can find a partner who can bring you happiness as soon as possible. Whether he is a mortal or a god."

Zuo Si sincerely offered his blessings to the goddess of magic.

"Hehe..."

Midnight raised the corner of his mouth and laughed meaninglessly, then disappeared on the spot with an ambiguous look.