Lord of Spells from Faerûn

While Thom was stunned, Ben rushed forward and hit Thom. The God of Loyalty raised his shield high to avoid the deadly spikes on the Obsidian Saint, but his shield was shattered. The two stumbled a few steps, knocking down the twenty-five-foot-high wall of Tanreth and collapsing part of the Temple of Thom.

Bane pinned Thom onto the ruins of the temple, bricks and smoke billowing down. The God of Loyalty heard a faint scream coming from nearby, and he realized that it was his followers who had not had time to escape from the temple.

"My followers! Do not be afraid!" Thom shouted.

"Evil has come, and I need your dedication. Give up your lives for the innocent people of Tamris!"

The priests who were already kneeling on the ground bowed their heads and prayed. They knew what the gods meant.

"My great Lord, please forgive our sins." The pastor prayed in tears. All the top leaders of the Church of Tomu had fled, and the leaders of the Church of the Loyal God had turned into despicable rats, leaving only the pious ones like them. Low-level priests, but even so, they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the gods.

The priests took out the ceremonial daggers one by one. Sacred runes were carved on the sharp dagger body. They used the daggers to wipe their own necks open and fell to the ground with a smile of satisfaction.

"Take our blessings with you"

The souls of the priests broke out one by one, and Thom's body sucked in all the souls like a black hole. The power of the God of Loyalty became stronger and stronger. Ben, who suppressed it under him, felt that his hands began to become weak. Tremble.

"Ah, you are such an evil god, Thom," Ben mocked in shock, "I have never even thought about devouring the souls of my believers. You are really my good Thom."

With tears in his eyes, Torm broke free from Bane's restraints and punched Bane's throat. The God of Strife staggered back a few steps due to this huge force, while Torm pressed forward step by step. Ben felt his neck gradually cracking. He reached out desperately and grabbed Thom's fist.

At the same time, the God of Loyalty opened the bloody maw on his lion's head and lunged at Bane's face. The God of Strife leaned back and barely avoided the row of golden fangs, allowing Thom to bite the air.

Thom noticed that Bane had lost his balance, so he kicked the black giant in the chest. The attack beyond the speed of sound brought huge kinetic energy and pushed the behemoth out of the fallen city wall. The God of Strife fell to the ground, and all of Tanris trembled.

Thom looked at Ben condescendingly. He only felt that he was filled with anger and sadness that could not be vented. He raised his fists under his gauntlets. The Dark Lord struggled to get up, but the spikes on his armor drove him deep into the earth like nails. Thom's fist landed on his throat again, and the crack that was originally imperceptible widened, and amber light flowed from it.

"Stupid guy!" Ben yelled angrily, and the black spikes all over his body grew suddenly, stabbing Tom's body with bruises all over.

The severe pain caused Tom to clutch the wound tightly and step back.

He distanced himself from Ben and retreated to the edge of the cliff, and was horrified to find that his power was losing. Sky-blue light was flowing out from his wound, and the soul energy of the believers seemed to have a wonderful attraction. When Tom looked away from the wound, the Lord of Darkness' fist hit him in the face.

Thom was caught off guard by the attack. After the God of Strife's second punch hit, he counterattacked and hit the Lord of Darkness in the face with his backhand. Ben's head jerked back, and fragments flew out. He subconsciously reached out to cover the wound, but he caught a glimpse of the reflection of the flames pouring out of the wound on his face on his shiny obsidian arm.

Both saints fell from the cliff. Ben hit the cliff twice and finally fell on the rocky shore; Thom's shoulder was also pierced by Ben's black thorn. He tried to reach out and grab the small tree on the rock wall to slow down the speed. Of course, this was not possible. What effect will it have. He finally landed on the beach several hundred feet away from the Lord of Darkness, but for the two saints, it only took a few seconds to cross the distance.

Seeing the Saint disappear from sight, Imrik shrugged somewhat boredly. Compared to Shar and Mystra, the battle between these two gods was too boring, with only hand-to-hand combat.

If Shar appears here, I am afraid that neither Bane nor Thom can defeat the Night Goddess. In this special period, the strength of the two magic goddesses has far exceeded the scope of saints.

Imric looked back at the hanging clock on the top of the tower. The simple black bell did not have any magic aura.

"Is it another artifact with divine power..." Imrik thought to himself.

Neither the pendant of Mystra nor the trident of Poseidon has the manifestation of magical aura, because they are both possessed by higher energy—divine power.

Divine power is extremely precious and is a disposable item. Most gods prefer sustainable artifacts like Selun's Moon Blade, which rely on adding a part of the soul's essence to enhance their power.

Until now, the only artifacts Imric had ever seen that contained divine power were Mystra's pendant and Poseidon's trident.

The performance of a divine weapon obviously exceeds the existence of any mortal artifact, because the essence that drives it is divine power. Once the divine power is activated, no power is enough to counter it.

In the distance, a red-black thick fog rose from the bottom of the cliff. The unknown power formed evil lightning that shuttled through the thick fog. The huge saint body of the Lord of Darkness stood up from under the cliff and let out a deafening roar. Roar.

"You're looking for death!! Tom!"

A huge beam of light pierced the sky, and Tom jumped onto the cliff. The four-meter-tall saint looked so small in front of the huge obsidian statue. His body was already covered with holes, and his sky-blue soul was constantly exposed from it, but he was loyal. God didn't care at all.

"You must pay for the crime you committed." Thom was calm and firm, his weak voice carrying a powerful force.

A dazzling sky-blue light erupted from Thom's hand, which was the believer's last contribution to the god they believed in.

"Hand of Thom!!"

The energy turned into a huge blue angry fist, hitting the face of the obsidian statue.

The Sage's face shattered, and in exchange, the spikes on Bane's arm pierced the God of Duty's leg. Tom staggered a few steps, soul energy spurting from his wounds.

"Death. Is it my turn? Io! Merciless monarch!!" Ban shouted. He reluctantly stood up and checked his wounds. His strength was rapidly draining away. The Lord of Darkness leaned down, his eyes flashing with blood.

"Come, Thom, and together we will go to the kingdom of Melkor."