An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

After returning to the thorny field, the beast spirit immediately picked up Bafomei's broadsword and gave it to Noshir. This artifact broadsword can be said to be one of his greatest gains on this trip. With the [Matalotoq], the pearl of the divine hammer, Noshir also had great expectations for this broadsword, but until he really got his hands on it, he found that this was not the case.

"This thing..."

Noshir frowned. Through the induction of his own divine power and the description of the panel, he discovered the flaws of this artifact. Because this artifact was truly born completely in the hands of Bafomei, it also has similar restrictions as Noshir's King's Axe, that is, it can only be used by specific people.

Although such restrictions are not as harsh as his King's Axe, which can only be used by himself and those recognized by him, this artifact is a true evil artifact. If its holder wants to fully exert its power, he must constantly meet the requirements of the chaotic evil camp. He must also be a family of the Lord of Beasts, or have received his blessing, so that he can fully use the power of this artifact.

If the above conditions are not met and it is forcibly used, the Pi Xin will silently change the good and evil tendencies of its holder, and eventually lead to the complete depravity of the holder. However, for Noshiel, who has been promoted to a quasi-divine power, he can actually be immune to this negative characteristic, but even if he can be immune, Noshiel cannot really exert the full power of this broadsword.

Noshir shook his head with regret. It seemed that the final destination of this broadsword could only be the same as the crown of Karsus. It was one of his most precious collections. Well, in this case, it was not particularly regrettable. After all, he had no shortage of main-hand weapons now. As artifacts, this [Heart-Splitting] was far inferior to the [Matalotok] carefully crafted by the God of Frost Giants. So even if he had to choose a secondary weapon to fight, Noshir would only choose Matalotok instead of Heart-Splitting.

Putting the broadsword into his personal space, Noshir turned his eyes to Bafomei, who was lying on the ground and dying. This guy had a chance to escape, but he had to turn back to die. Although he had roughly guessed the reason why Bafomei deliberately turned back here, it did not prevent him from sighing at the greed of the devil.

"How should I deal with you, you greedy guy."

Noshier looked at the broken limbs of Bafomei and thought about how to deal with this monster. Due to the special nature of the demon lord, he knew that even if he killed Bafomei here, the monster's soul would be recalled by the power of the abyss and then resurrected in his own level.

In order to save their lives, these demon lords have spent a lot of effort on this. Although Noshier has achieved the quasi-divine power of the middle level of divine power, he has no good way to prevent Bafomei from resurrecting. He can only try to forcibly capture its escaping soul at the moment of killing it, and then annihilate it with his own divine power.

But to be honest, Noshier, who has an all-seeing eye, knows very well how exaggerated the escape speed of the soul will be after the death of the body. In battle, he has seen countless scenes of souls returning to the abyss or hell. If the data on the panel is used to describe the speed of the soul leaving the body at the moment, even the soul of an ordinary demon can move at least 36 points of agility.

This seems to be a rule unique to the Abyss, which makes it difficult for people to conduct too in-depth research on the souls of demons or devils. Noshier is sure that even he cannot forcibly interfere with the rules of the Abyss, or even if he succeeds in interfering, the consequences of attracting the attention of the Abyss will definitely not be very good.

"This is a bit troublesome. Killing you directly is tantamount to sending you back to resurrect. It feels a bit too easy for you, but it is too troublesome to find a safe enough place to imprison you..."

Noshier groped his chin, but for a moment, he couldn't think of a good enough way to deal with this evil beast. It seemed that the best choice was to kill it on the spot.

"... Forget it, that's it."

Noshier shook his head, no longer hesitated, and immediately raised his hand to summon the Frost Father [Matalotok], and then he was about to hammer down and explode the monster's brain.

But just before he was about to make a move, Noshier's extraordinary perception suddenly sensed something strange around him, which made him stop what he was doing and use his divine power to amplify his perception, trying to find the source of the strangeness. Just as Noshier had just made this gesture.

Pah-pah-pah.

A crisp applause suddenly came from the gap in the shadow of the giant thorn, followed by a voice full of magic and strange charm.

"What a sharp reaction, just like a vigilant rabbit, even if it is just the sound of a venomous snake approaching, the slight sound of scales scraping against the ground can be captured by the narrow and fragile ears, but when the rabbit breaks into the territory of the venomous snake, no matter how sharp its perception is, how can the weak rabbit change its fate of being destined to die in the snake's mouth?"

Noshier immediately locked his sight on the shadow, and his powerful visual ability instantly broke through the darkness and disguise, and saw the human figure in the shadow clearly, and at this moment, the human figure originally hiding in the darkness also walked out of the shadow.

It was a devil wearing a gorgeous robe of dark red with golden threads. He had gray-white skin, scarlet eyes, a decent short beard, and two short horns protruding forward on his forehead. On the back of the head grew a pair of huge red horns that were curved backward but were extremely smooth. The hands were full of sharp claws, which were flapping continuously and speaking some unknown words.

But the moment he saw him, Nohir's pupils shrank for a moment. He recognized the devil in front of him. Before Nohir had conquered Gargas, he had appeared in his mind countless times. He observed the image of the devil in front of him, and the devil in front of him was the biggest nightmare of Gargas' life!

"...These words are really strange. They come from both a poisonous snake and a rabbit. What you say is simply better than what you sing. But if you just want to threaten me, then there is no need to beat around the bush like this, Asmodeus. ”

The figure completely walked out of the shadow of the thorns, and at that moment, his applause also dissipated, and Asmodeus had an extremely uncomfortable smile on his lips.

"It's a bit rude to say other people's names like that."