Since the return of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, the churches, merchants and people here have been holding a carnival for several weeks.

Be it the six-member council, which is the highest authority, the upper ruling class that is rooted here, or the common people from the bottom, they are all immersed in an atmosphere of joy and cannot extricate themselves.

Because the patron saint they relied on and worshiped the most has finally returned.

Moreover, after disappearing for so many years, the image of the incarnation that descended during the celebration was still as beautiful and noble, and its divine power and influence had not diminished much.

The only thing that made the people feel regretful was that Soth, the absolute "protagonist" who contributed the most in this dangerous rescue operation deep into the bottomless abyss of Graz'zt's triple realm, and also the pride, protector and greatest hero of the city beneath his feet, had never shown up from beginning to end.

Instead, the "supporting roles" frequently appeared at celebrations, enjoying compliments and praise from the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and the government, as well as rewards awarded by Woking himself.

Of course, this does not mean that the people of the City of Gold Coins are ungrateful, or that they feel that the gods' elects and messengers have done too little.

They were just standing up for Zuo Si.

After all, in the eyes of the people, the other members of the team are "outsiders", but Zuo Si who settled here is "one of us".

Some businessmen and nobles even spontaneously organized a so-called "gratitude donation" event.

The family's treasured magical items, materials, magical plants and animals, and strange objects were taken out and sent to the Wizard's Tower as gifts.

Because Zuo Si's interest in this kind of thing far exceeds that of gold coins, it has long been known to all the people of Am.

Zelanora, the avatar that Shane VII left behind at the Guild of Masked Mages, was standing on top of a high tower, looking at the bustling scene on the street outside, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Entering the abyss to challenge the Dark Lord Graz'zt, and rescue the goddess of wealth Waukin? He even summoned the terrifying monster from the dark void that could devour and destroy everything - the Eldrazi.

Soth, my young friend, your actions are really getting bigger and bigger.

But this also proves that the choice I made was correct.

To possess the power of the Planeswalker Spark is to possess everything.

The price you have to pay for this is nothing compared to what you get.”

Just as the simulacrum was about to cast a detection magic or make a wish to try to confirm Zuo Si's location, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open.

Then a middle-aged man wearing a signature gray robe and hood walked in from outside.

It was not difficult to tell from the badge he wore that his status in the Guild of Masked Mages was quite high, second only to those great wizards at the pinnacle of power, and he was even qualified to obtain a separate room and laboratory in the headquarters.

But in front of Shane VII, this wizard of high status still behaved very humbly, lowered his head and bowed deeply.

"Master, as you instructed, I have delivered the item to Vera Salem Quante.

If nothing unexpected happens, she should choose to take action within three days at most.

At that time, the Salem Quante family, the most powerful family in Amn and the actual controller of the Guild of Masked Mages, will become a plaything and puppet in your hands.

The souls of those who died would be twisted by the corruption of the Death Orb.

Unless it is a wish of the Nine Rings, no arcane or divine magic can revive it."

Hearing this, Sean VII immediately turned around with a satisfied expression.

“You did a great job.

Remember, you must ensure that the patriarch of his family, Selzer Salemquante, who is also the leader of the Council of Six, is captured alive.

Only in this way can you obtain the magic contract and become the true master of the Masked Mage Guild."

The man nodded vigorously and said, "I understand! Don't worry, I will personally lead the team and launch a raid with your undead servants.

Whatever cards Selzer Salem had up his sleeve, he couldn't escape this time.

But I don't quite understand why you chose to take action at such a sensitive time?

You must know that the incarnation of the goddess of wealth is still staying in the temple, and our actions are likely to trigger a fierce reaction from her church and the paladins of the Knights of the Burning Heart. "

Shane VII replied meaningfully, “Because the value of the country of Amn and the Guild of Masked Mages is constantly depreciating in Soth’s eyes.

I must ensure that these two things are handed over to him before their value falls below the bottom line, otherwise everything will become meaningless.

It's like if you have a large sum of money in your hand, and you give it to someone who has only tens of thousands of gold coins and to someone who has millions of gold coins, the effect will be very different.

What's more, isn't there a scapegoat like Vera Salem Quante, a crazy and ambitious woman? If all else fails, she can be killed by the Knights of the Burning Heart.

Once the remaining five guys on the six-member council realize the seriousness of the problem, they will be eager to close the case.

After all, for them, the top priority is how to ensure that the regime and society do not experience drastic upheavals after losing their leader.

As for the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, and her church, they will not get involved in such matters at all."

"I see. I think I know what to do."

After saying that, the man once again placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the door.

Less than a minute after he left, Xia En VII turned around and bowed slightly to the figure who had just descended from the sky on the balcony, emitting brilliant golden light from head to toe, and took the initiative to greet him: "Welcome, honorable goddess of wealth."

"Hello, the last legitimate emperor of the ancient Shane Empire."

Wakin responded with good intentions, and stepped into the exquisite room that exuded the unique aesthetic of the moon elves.

"I wonder if you can help me with anything during my sudden visit?"

Shane VII looked at the goddess and tested her cautiously.

Although he did not think that the other party was coming to cause trouble for him, his instinctive fear of the powerful force of the gods still subconsciously made him more alert.

But Wojin shook his head slightly and said directly: "I found that you and your men are planning to deal with the Salem Quante family, and then seize the control of the entire Masked Mages Guild and even Amn. If you don't mind, can you tell me whether you plan to restore the territory and territory of the Shane Empire?"

After realizing the Goddess of Fortune's intention, Sean VII immediately laughed and explained while laughing: "Yes, and no.

I am indeed restoring the empire's former boundaries and territory.

But not in the way you might think.

Just the opposite!

I intend to unify Calimshan and Tethyr in the south myself, and let Soth integrate Amn, Baldur's Gate, and the Western Heartlands in the north.

Finally, through marriage, he will become the ruler of this huge empire."

"So... you are trying to seize the rule of Amn for Soth?"

A look of surprise came over Waukeen's face.

Even after she returned, she had learned about a series of major actions that the "Undead Emperor" had taken in conjunction with Zuo Si in the south.

But I never expected that their relationship would be so good.

"That's right! This is the promise I made to him when I tried to win him over in order to deal with my mortal enemy, Ivykola Thagran.

Now it is finally time to deliver.

So, do you and your church want to get involved? Or are you against it?"

Shane VII asked calmly.

Wakin gracefully covered his mouth and smiled as he responded, “No, you misunderstood.

I didn't mean to interfere, I was just curious.

In addition, if Soth were to rule Amn, I would not object, and would even provide some necessary support.

After all, he not only helped me escape from prison, but also taught Graz'zt, that treacherous demon, a lesson he would never forget.

What's more, a strong and unified empire will promote the prosperity and development of trade, and a stable society will be conducive to the accumulation of wealth.

Most importantly, I think many of Soth's ideas in the business field coincide with mine.

If your plan succeeds, my followers and influence will surely increase significantly within his jurisdiction."

Hearing the Goddess of Fortune say this, Sean VII immediately relaxed a lot, and also teased in a half-joking tone: "This is exactly what I wanted to say.

Soth is a very special and interesting person.

He seemed to have an innate talent that allowed him to easily see through other people's deepest desires, and he could always offer conditions that even gods could not refuse.

Even lawful good gods, such as Tyr, the god of justice, Torm, the god of loyalty and courage, and Ilmater, the god of suffering, who are completely opposite to his camp, can live in harmony with him and even carry out in-depth cooperation on a large scale.

Although Soth himself does not believe in any gods, he is loved by many gods. "

"Yes! Which god would not want to obtain a powerful elect who can bring huge benefits to himself or herself, or even provide a deeper understanding of the priesthood and doctrines?

Unfortunately, there is only one Soth.

Moreover, the Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Poison and Disease standing behind him are not easy to deal with.

But it doesn't matter, I can still establish friendship and good cooperation with them in other ways, what do you think? "

Waukeen looked meaningfully into the eyes of King Sean VII.

The latter immediately understood what he meant and bowed, "It is my honor. With your and your church's help, I think this operation will definitely be easier and smoother."

"Now let's talk about the specific steps. You know, there are many gods watching Athkatra now, so we must be extra careful."

As he spoke, Waukeen waved his hand lightly and projected onto the smooth white wall a list of the families of the entire top ruling class of Amn, as well as their close ties with the Quante family of Salem.

Countless people who were still celebrating the return of the goddess of wealth had no idea that a conspiracy and storm were about to come.

…

On the other side, Zuo Si, who had just activated his clone stored in the Mage Tower, was teasing those cute furry animals in his "Happy House" and relaxing his tense nerves.

Especially the polar bear cubs, which serve as animal companions, have grown a lot after not seeing them for a while. Many of their movements look clumsy and naive, which is very funny and cute.

A sub-adult tiger covered with black stripes tried to get close to its owner for a bit of affection, but was slapped to the ground by the animal, fully demonstrating its unshakable status as a "bully" among the group of animals.

Although the tiger looks bigger and stronger, its strength attribute is obviously far inferior to that of the white bear, whose body structure is already "weird" and has been blessed with the natural power of the legendary druid.

Just as this guy was sitting on the tiger's head and feeling smug, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind and immediately turned his head away in fright.

It turned out that Zuo Si, the host, was staring at him with a very strange look.

"Well - Artio (the white bear's name), are you at the age to have your testicles circumcised?" Zuo Si asked with interest, touching his chin.

The excitement in his eyes immediately made the polar bear cub clamp its legs together and shake its head vigorously.

Cutting off the balls?

What a joke! This is its dignity and pride as a male.

I'm also hoping to find a few more female bears to reproduce in the future.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't intend to let Artio go easily, and he immediately stood up and walked closer, touching the white bear's head and continued to persuade him in a bewitching tone: "Don't resist so much.

Believe me, cutting it off early is actually good for you.

Without these two things in the way, you will no longer have a fatal weakness, and you will not have to go into heat every year. From then on, you will lose that low-level reproductive desire and can focus all your energy on training and eating.

And my skills are really good, I guarantee that the cut will be clean and painless. "

After saying that, Zuo Si picked up the cutting and dissecting knives on the table and made a gesture in the air, which instantly frightened the polar bear cub so much that it trembled and made a series of sad cries from its mouth.

You don't need to ask to know that this is due to some of his unknown little habits.

When he was an apprentice in the floating city tower in his early years, Zuo Si had harmed countless experimental mice in order to practice his "craft".

Since these mice had other uses, he couldn't cut them into pieces, so he could only cut off the "lychees" of the mice, then peel them and disassemble them, ensuring that this series of complex and delicate operations was completed without damaging the organs.

During that period, all the male rats in the entire Mage Tower were basically male rats without eggs.

For this reason, Zuo Si was nicknamed "the egg-dismantling devil".

Many male apprentices would subconsciously shudder after seeing him, and then experience uncontrollable slight phantom pain in their lower body.

Over time, he developed a special habit, which was that when he saw the big furry "lychees" on animals, he couldn't help but want to cut them off.

When the disease was at its worst, even male cats, dogs and other male animals passing by the wizard's tower were captured and anesthetized.

Then he was sterilized without knowing it.

Among them are some low-level wizards' pets...

Later, some mages could no longer bear it and came to him, and Zuo Si himself was warned by Asta himself, so he became a little more restrained.

But now, the two furry, shiny big "lychees" of the white bear have aroused his desire to open the eggs again.

Just as the man and the bear were in a stalemate, a red figure suddenly appeared in the room. It was Wilmes who had transformed into human form.

When she saw the strange postures and movements of the first two, she immediately asked with a puzzled look on her face: "You...what are you doing?"

"Ah! Nothing, I was just discussing with Artio whether we could cut its lychees to prevent it from going into heat every year."

Zuo Si quickly stood up from the ground and pretended nothing had happened.

The white bear cub at the side was obviously relieved, and quickly ran out of the room and disappeared into the intricate corridors of the Mage Tower.

"Cut the balls?"

Wilmes raised his eyebrows in disbelief, his eyes seemed to say "Are you a pervert?"

“Ahem…

This is a necessary measure to prevent animals from becoming impulsive, irritable, and aggressive during estrus.

After all, Artio will often follow me in and out of some densely populated cities or important occasions.

What if it accidentally hurts or kills someone during its estrus period? In such cases, it is best to solve the problem directly at the root cause. "

Zuo Si forced an explanation with a stern face.

He obviously knew that his hobby of dismantling eggs was not a good thing, so he decisively chose to cover up the truth.

Anyway, the polar bear cubs can’t talk, so there’s no need to worry about the information leaking out.

However, Wilmes obviously didn't believe a word of it. He just wasn't interested in it so he didn't investigate further. Instead, he casually threw a skull-shaped ring over and said bluntly, "Here, this is the thing you asked me to investigate that the leader of the group was wearing."

"The ring of the Dark Sun Church?"

With just one glance, Zuo Si immediately recognized Xirik's unique holy emblem.

After all, in Faerun, there are not many gods who use skulls as their symbol, and usually the priesthood is related to death.

Among them, Baal, the god of murder, inherited part of the priesthood of death, so his holy emblem is surrounded by a skull and blood points.

The second generation god of death, Melkor, has a triangular pattern of a skull and red eye sockets.

Xirik, who has now inherited all the power and priesthood of the Three Gods of Death, is marked by a skull and a black or purple sun.

Although the main pattern is a skull, it is still easy to recognize for people with certain religious knowledge and common sense.

What's more, this mithril ring, which is carved in a hollow way, is a symbol of identity and status that only senior members of the Church of Xirik are qualified to wear.

Not only can it add an extra five-ring divine spell slot, but it also permanently grants [Protection from Kindness] and [Elemental Shield].

"That's right! Those guys who are sneaking towards Zhentil Castle are basically all members of the Dark Sun Church without exception.

There are a lot of them, and they seem to have received the same oracle, so they gathered on such a large scale.

Moreover, during the prayer ceremony, these fanatical believers shouted like lunatics that Dark Sun is the only true God in the world.

Maybe your previous judgment was correct, that madman might be about to do something big."

Wilmes told directly what he had seen and heard.

You must know that in the history of the continent of Faerun, no god has ever dared to give himself the title of "the only true God".

This is basically equivalent to declaring war on all other gods, which is a typical example of wanting to speed up one's own death because one is dying too slowly.

"The only true God? Hahahaha!"

Zuo Si suddenly burst into laughter without warning, holding his forehead, and exclaimed happily: "Is it finally started? It seems that the compilation of that powerful, evil and chaotic divine book has been completed."

"You seem to know something?"

There was a strong curiosity in Wilmes' eyes.

There's no way not to be curious.

Because the fact that believers of the Church of Cyric are gathering in large numbers towards Zhentil Keep, the most solid stronghold of the Zhentarim and the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, is enough to illustrate the huge conspiracy that may be hidden behind it.

After all, anyone who is not a fool knows that after Cyric obtained all the power and priesthood of the Three Gods of Death, he easily gained the allegiance of most members of the Church of Melkor, the God of Death, and Baal, the God of Murder.

But only the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, refused to obey.

Not only did they refuse to convert, but they also used Bane's Son of God as a shield to continue maintaining their internal unity.

So over the years, Cyric has been trying various ways to infiltrate Zhentil Keep in an attempt to make those stubborn mortals surrender.

Wilmes thought that if the two churches really came to blows, he might consider joining them as a mercenary and making a lot of money.

Then, when the opportunity arises, they will directly plunder the entire Zhentil Castle, which has accumulated amazing wealth over hundreds of years.

At that time, not only can you make a name for yourself in one fell swoop, but you can also expand the scale of your treasure several times or even dozens of times.

Seeing the undisguised greed in the red dragon's eyes, Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and warned, "I suggest you give up those unrealistic ideas. Because this is not a small fight between churches, but a head-on collision between gods."

"You mean... there will be a war between gods?"

Wilmes' pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and then dilated again, showing the unrest in his owner's heart.

After all, the struggles among the gods on the continent of Faerun are usually proxy wars, that is, fights between believers and the church.

As for gods, there is usually no direct conflict between gods.

Because the destructive power is so terrifying and shocking.

Just look at the wars that broke out during the turbulent years when the gods walked as the weakest saints, and you will know how terrifying the power of creatures like gods is.

If a material plane or planet is not protected by Io, the god above gods, like Toril.

Even if the two weakest gods fight with all their might, it is possible that the entire planet or plane will collapse directly.

"It's not certain that a war between gods will break out, but it's very likely that someone with a disordered mind will send down an incarnation. It seems I need to warn Fuzzol Chamberlain."

After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and cast the [Short Message Technique] to tell the other party about the unusual movements of the Xirik Church and the secret of the evil artifact "The Xirik Scripture".

After doing all this, he raised his head and looked at the red dragon that was close at hand, and asked with a smile: "Are you interested in adding a purgatory bloodline to yourself?"

"Purgatory bloodline?!"

Wilmes' eyes lit up instantly and he leaned forward out of habit, completely forgetting that he was in human form and not a dragon.

Through the fiery red low-cut long skirt, one can clearly see the well-trained and muscular body underneath, as well as the rich and generous bust.

Especially the latter, which almost hit Zuo Si directly in the face and caused suffocation.

Fortunately, Zuo Si reacted quickly and stretched out a finger to press on the Red Dragon's forehead, which made the "murder weapon" stop at a safe distance. He said meaningfully: "That's right.

I can now grant you powerful Infernal bloodline, upgrading you from an ordinary red dragon to an Infernal Red Dragon.

Not only will there be additional bonuses to size and strength, but the breath will also carry the unique foul damage of Hellfire Breath."

"This is impossible! Only the Dragon God Tiamat who has served as the lord of a level, and a very small number of top-level demons who control an entire level have such ability!" Wilmes screamed.

You should know that for most of the five-colored evil dragons, one of the biggest wishes in this life is to go to hell to receive the blessing of Tiamat and thus obtain the purgatory bloodline.

For this purpose, he even did not hesitate to participate in extremely dangerous bloody battles and fight bloody battles with endless demons.

This not only means gaining more powerful strength, but also means breaking the limit of one's own lifespan.

As long as you are not killed, you can live and become stronger and stronger.

In Wilmes's opinion, this is not a power that mortals can master, so he reacted so violently.

"Haha, then why do you think I'm not a big devil now?"

As he spoke, Zuo Si showed his devil form to the female red dragon that had followed him for a long time.

When the unique form that mixed the characteristics of a dragon and a devil was completely transformed, Wilmes fell into a daze and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Because the lawful hell is not a place like the Abyss where all kinds of weird things are.

Each type of devil clearly represents a social class and a strict hierarchy.

In other words, there are a limited number of demons.

You can basically guess what it is just by looking at the appearance.

And the unique external form often only represents one thing, that is, the level lord who stands at the pinnacle of power and authority in Baator.

shock!

Confuse!

Can't understand!

Wilmes' not-so-smart brain worked rapidly, and after several minutes he stammered, "When did you join the devil of hell?"

"Surrender? No, no, no, I didn't surrender. Asmodeus personally invited me to join.

By the way, let me correct you, the Lord of Hell is just one of my many identities, not all of them.

If you want to travel or sightsee there in the future, you can always use the portal to reach my territory, the new ninth level of hell.

Okay, enough small talk.

Now are you ready to receive the blessing from the Hell Plane?"

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his right hand, which was as sharp as a dragon's claw. A faint mark kept flashing on the palm of his hand.

Needless to say, that mark is the unique mark of being a level lord, and its essence is also a devil's contract.

Once this mark is branded on the red dragon's soul, Wilmes will be completely his property, both in body and soul.

"Damn it! It seems like there's no hope for me to escape from your clutches in this lifetime."

Wilmes cursed under his breath in slight frustration.

Although she was not the smart and studious red dragon, she knew what this soul imprint meant.

But the problem is that the gap in strength between the two sides is too big, and she has no choice at all.

After struggling for a while, Wilmes finally accepted his fate and tore open his clothes to reveal his entire chest.

"I'm ready! Come! Make your mark on my body and soul!"

"Don't talk like I'm doing something unspeakable to you."

Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance, then pressed his entire palm on the other person's chest.

The next second...

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss! A creepy burning sound was heard instantly, and a pungent burnt smell was emitted.

Wilmes, who was enduring the power of hell, could not help but let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“Aa…

In just a few seconds, a large number of patterns flashing red light emerged from the skin out of thin air. Whether it was the face, limbs, or smooth back, they were all densely covered with one symbol after another emitting an evil aura.

The red dress she was wearing was completely burned in the process, not even a speck of dust was left.

But soon these symbols gradually cooled down and turned into black tattoo-like existences, and finally disappeared completely.

After everything calmed down, Wilmes, who was sweating all over, struggled to get up from the ground, and suddenly hot red flames emerged from his body.

In a flash, he seamlessly transitioned from human form to dragon form.

The tables, chairs, bookshelves, experimental equipment, decorations, etc. in the room were immediately messed up by her, and most of them were reduced to ashes under the burning flames.

Fortunately, these things are mostly decorations and are not worth much money.

When the transformation was completely completed, Wilmes' amazing body shape was fully revealed, and the burning hellfire disappeared without a trace.

Her scales, which had originally begun to darken, now turned a bright red like a young dragon, but her wings were a shiny black color close to obsidian. Her eyes also changed from lava-like fireballs to black jade, and the horns on her head were almost the same color, and had an obviously uneven, jagged shape.

You don't need to ask to know that this is what the red dragon looks like after being strengthened by the energy of Purgatory.

The most important thing is that the length, height, and weight of the body have all been greatly improved.

Zuo Si had now returned to his human form. He looked at his work and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad! This is what a Purgatory Red Dragon should look like.

Compared to ordinary red dragons, its strength, physique, charm, intelligence, magic resistance and the protective power of its scales have been greatly improved.

With your current strength, you won't suffer much even if you fight against those real dragon kings.

In addition, you can also obtain divine arts from me by believing in and worshiping me.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Since you are mine from body to soul, you don't need this rare item anymore."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si directly cast a spell and took out the intelligent magic item made from the mind flayer's brain hidden in the skull.

Looking at the tentacle monster that was obviously much bigger than when it was stuffed in, Wilmes asked with a complicated expression: "What are you going to do with it?"

"It's easy! Find another powerful enough dragon, pry open his skull and stuff it in. That way, I'll have a new toy that I can slowly train."

Zuo Si grinned into a chilling and sinister smile.

"Training? Toys?"

Wilmes suddenly felt that these two words were very harsh, and two dark red sparks spewed out of his nose to express his dissatisfaction.

"Ah! Don't get me wrong, I'm not referring to you. Because you are my friend and ally, unlike those other dragons."

Zuo Si undoubtedly noticed the Purgatory Red Dragon's little emotion and immediately comforted him in a very perfunctory manner.

Wilmes was obviously angry but dared not say anything. He glared at her with his big dark eyes fiercely. It took him a long time to suppress his anger. He asked with gritted teeth: "What are your plans next? Are you going to watch Dark Sun and his group of lunatics destroy Zhentil Castle? Or..."

"Don't worry, keep calm.

Zhentil Keep is not defenseless.

Didn't you see that Fuzzol Chamberlain didn't respond to my text message? If I'm not mistaken, he might be planning to make a big move this time."

Zuo Si stroked his chin and guessed.

"Okay. If a fight or war breaks out, remember to call me. I can't wait to show my strength and prestige to the whole of Faerun."

After saying this, Wilmes quickly changed into human form and left the messy room.

Perhaps because of her purgatory bloodline, her originally red dress has now turned red and black, and her hair and pupils have also changed from red to black.

It looks arrogant, cold, and noble, and adds a sense of mystery and sexiness out of thin air.

Staring at Wilmes's receding figure, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile and comment, "This guy has really improved a lot after my training. What do you think?"

Qiwu immediately responded through the mental connection: "Of course.

Most true dragons are terribly lazy, so lazy that they waste countless hours on meaningless sleeping, treasure collecting, and personal hobbies.

If they can make full use of this time, they can easily crush other races and create an unprecedentedly powerful and huge empire."

"yes."

From what I've heard, the elves seem to be facing similar problems.

Lack of sense of time and urgency is a common problem among almost all long-lived races.

By the way, this time I plan to let you directly devour the brain of a dragon and take away his body and soul.

Eventually it transformed into a special creature like the Brain-stealing Dragon.

Do you have the confidence to succeed?"

Zuo Si asked with interest.

"I don't know, Master. Perhaps you should send me to Miss Isadora, the mastermind, to strengthen me. Maybe you can increase the success rate a little bit."

Qiwu quickly gave his suggestions.

Because the Brain-Grabbing Dragon is so rare and so special.

It is both a monster and a real dragon.

Some scholars believe that this is a dragon transformed by a mind flayer larva;

Some scholars believe that this was the will of the dragon that triumphed over the mind flayer larvae;

Other scholars believe that this is the result of the mind flayer being successfully transformed but then being snatched back by the powerful soul of the dragon, or some inexplicable fusion between the two.

In short, almost all research reports are unable to provide a convincing and accurate answer.

Even the Mind Flayer himself doesn't know what the Brain Flayer is.

But one thing is certain, the latter never considers the mind flayer as its own kind, nor will it be controlled by the mastermind.

Almost as soon as the two sides meet, they will attack without hesitation and try to kill each other.

The Mind Flayer wants to eliminate this huge threat that has powerful psychic abilities but is out of control;

The Brain Reaper simply hates and detests the Mind Flayers, and wants to dig out their brains and feast on them.

Just as Zuo Si was about to send the rare item to the floating city through the portal, he suddenly noticed that the succubus lolita, Atona, who had transformed into a cocoon in one of the boxes, suddenly had a very strong life reaction.

So he had to stuff the strange object into a jar full of sticky solution first, and then open the box to take the little guy out.

I saw that the originally smooth outer wall of the cocoon was now covered with cracks like a spider web.

Not only that!

Through the translucent membrane, you can see the golden light emanating from the succubus loli inside, symbolizing divinity and divine power.

The latter were no doubt taken from the half-demon son of Waukeen, the goddess of wealth.

The so-called divinity is actually like the spark that has not yet been ignited in the mage, which is a potential qualification that is superior to all living beings.

In other words, all creatures that possess divinity can, through training, perception, and understanding of this power, eventually ignite it into a spark of divinity and become true gods in the true sense of the word.

Of course, this is not an easy thing to do.

Because there are quite a few divine creatures, but only a handful of them can truly be deified.

Especially for those sons of God who are born with divinity, almost all of their lives are filled with a fatalistic tragedy.

This is true for the Sons of Bhaal, and it is also true for the Sons of Bane, the god of tyranny.

But Atona was obviously lucky.

All the divine power she absorbed had been transformed by Zuo Si and no longer had any relationship with its original owner, the goddess of wealth Waukin.

As these divinities gradually merged into the body and soul, the entire cocoon suddenly shattered with a snap.

Immediately afterwards, the succubus loli floating in the air finally slowly opened her eyes and woke up.

She first looked around vigilantly, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Master, how long have I slept? And where is this place?"

"You slept for a long time. As for this place, it is the continent of Faerun on the planet Toril in the Prime Material Plane."

Zuo Si reached out and gently touched the little guy's head, then began to give him a physical examination.

Among them, the compatibility between the soul and divinity is of utmost importance.

Atona cooperated very well and took off the leather armor that was like a tights, leaving only a close-fitting vest and shorts. At the same time, she said carefully: "Master, I seem to be able to clearly feel your presence."

"Oh? Did you pray?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.

The succubus nodded: "Yes! I have obtained the special profession [Knight of Truth] that you bestowed on me, as well as all its knowledge and training methods. Now I can cast three first-level divine spells every day, and two spell-like abilities."

"Good, keep up the good work. You should know that I have high expectations of you. Here, use it as a medium when you cast divine arts in the future."

As he spoke, Zuo Si handed an emblem made of cold iron to Atona.

"Thank you very much! Master, can I hug you?"

The succubus Loli held the holy emblem in both hands, tilted her head back and blinked her big, lively eyes full of desire.

"sure."

Zuo Si smiled and gave an affirmative answer.

The next second...

Atona jumped up and hugged Zuo Si's neck tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the indescribable sense of security, while secretly rejoicing that she had finally escaped from the terrible abyss.

(End of this chapter)