The most common of these is the "killer" who is somewhere between humans and demons.

In this incarnation, Baal has the ability to float and walk in the air, and all his movements never make any sound. He looks like a cold-blooded killer about 1.8 meters tall.

Unless they are followers of the God of Murder, any mortal who sees the Killer is best to run away and avoid being targeted by him.

Otherwise, once targeted, both body and soul will become Baal's prey.

So far, no mortal has been able to escape Baal's pursuit, even the chosen people of some gods are no exception.

The God of Murder, who remains in the form of a killer, tends not to lose his mind or become overly violent.

Instead, he spoke like a pervert who was enjoying the hunting process. Not only was his tone of voice full of tenderness, but he also displayed a chilling evil and elegance.

Many mortals, after witnessing Baal's horrific art of killing, fell at his feet and imitated the god's behavior, trying to understand his thoughts, teachings, and ideas.

Another incarnation is called "The Ravager," whose appearance is more like a gigantic beast of destruction than a human.

On the eve of the Year of Turmoil, Baal once descended on the Moonshadow Islands and attempted to kill the Earth Goddess Chauntia, taking the entire island as his own private territory, using this incarnation.

In the "Ravager" state, Baal can easily smash the hardest rocks and even mountains with a swing of his fists. The terrifying horns on his head can scratch and pierce the hardest substances in the world. His thick and tough skin is immune to weapons with enchantment level below +4, and has almost unlimited regeneration ability.

Unfortunately, his plan was ultimately defeated by Tristan, the High King of the Ffolk people on the island, using a divine weapon, the Sword of Sinricod-Sho, and he was eventually expelled from the material world.

Moreover, according to the descriptions of people on the island who have seen the "Devastator" in its original form, this thing is extremely huge, even far surpassing most of the creatures they have seen. It stands at an astonishing height of ten meters, and can cause devastating damage with just a move of its hands and feet.

In addition, he has the ability to create and resurrect undead creatures at will and make them absolutely obedient just by touching them, and the overwhelming power of the death priesthood to instantly kill mortals...

The "Ravager" can almost be said to be a super upgraded and enhanced version of the "Killer".

It is said that Baal often needed to inject more divine power when creating the former.

In addition, in the "Ravager" form, he is not always able to maintain his sanity. Instead, he often falls into a state of chaotic, tyrannical, bloodthirsty madness and cannot extricate himself.

Since the God of Murder had fallen during the Years of Troubles, Zuo Si had never actually seen the "Killer" and the "Ravager".

Although he had done some research using the heart left behind by Saint Baal after his death, and had also absorbed and transformed the other's divine power, he did not know much about this god.

But now, when he saw that Aberdare and Sarevok had both used the power of their blood to completely transform into incarnation-like forms, fighting and biting each other like two wild beasts, he suddenly realized that the Son of Bhaal might not be as simple as he had imagined.

Among them, Aberdare behaved more like a "ravager" than a "killer".

Because from the moment he turned into a killer, both his reason and personality disappeared, giving people the feeling that he was a puppet without a soul or thinking ability, acting completely according to the killing instinct given by the divinity.

No matter who it is, as long as they get close, they will be killed and devoured by him without mercy, and transformed into the power to maintain the killer form.

In just a few minutes, more than 30 Baldur's Gate soldiers and officers who wanted to help Sharevok were torn to pieces by Aberdare.

Some people's souls were even swallowed by his blood-stained mouth.

In contrast, although Sarevok would kill one or two of his soldiers to replenish his forces when necessary, he always remained restrained.

It can be seen that the latter does not want to be dominated by the instincts that permeate the divinity, but tries his best to maintain his own will.

This is also the reason why he, although he is obviously stronger, has been unable to defeat his half-brother.

At this moment, a large area around the two Sons of Baal had been cleared.

Through the bloody fight just now, the soldiers and officers of Baldur's Gate have realized how dangerous it is to get close to these two "monsters". It is simply playing with their lives.

Most importantly, those who were not loyal to Sarevok but to the government of Baldur's Gate began to realize that something was wrong.

If the newly appointed Duke Sarevok is the son of Bhaal and can transform into a bloodthirsty monster like the Slayer, then what is his real purpose?

Perhaps ordinary people who are illiterate and have never read books would not think too much about it, but the officers, nobles and priests who go to war with the army are not fools.

Especially the latter, when he witnessed the two Sons of Bhaal transforming into killers, he immediately realized the true intention of Sarevok to provoke war, and began to call on other members and believers of the church to stop the war and not to create more killing and death.

Unfortunately, due to the chaotic and tense situation on the battlefield, these calls did not receive much response.

After all, the people of Zhentil Castle are not good guys and girls. If you lay down your weapons and stop resisting at this time, there is a high probability that you will be killed by the bloodthirsty monsters.

What's more, there are many of Sarevok's confidants in the army, and some even believers who regard him as a god.

Most of these people controlled the command of the army, so instead of stopping the war, it became even more brutal.

Of course, the fighting on the battlefield has nothing to do with Sarevok and Aberdare at this point.

The only thing left in their minds was to kill each other and devour the power that belonged to their father in each other's bodies.

Watching the two Sons of Bhaal rushing towards each other again and starting to pull and bite each other like wild beasts, with a large amount of black and red blood plasma containing some unknown power splattering everywhere, Jasira, who was fighting desperately with Sarevok's men, finally couldn't help but yelled, "Damn it! We can't go on like this! We have to go help Aberdare!"

"Go help him? Are you crazy? Didn't you see what happened to those soldiers and officers who approached him just now? He has no reason or consciousness at all now!"

Sancho rolled his eyes in annoyance, and instantly cast the spider web spell to bind a large number of long-range archers firmly in place, making them unable to move.

As a son of Baal, he knew very well how dangerous the current conditions of his two "brothers" were.

Especially Aberdare, no one knows whether he has been controlled, influenced or manipulated by Baal, the god of murder.

As a very smart boy, Sancho obviously knew that his mentor must be observing the developments in some unknown corner.

So what I have to do is to save my life and try my best to ensure that other teammates are alive, and leave the rest to Zuo Si.

If Aberdare really had Baal's support, then no matter how powerful Sarevok was, he would never be able to win the final victory.

Because as sons of Baal, their understanding of death and killing cannot exceed that of Baal himself.

"I don't believe Gorion's child would attack me!"

Jasira was undoubtedly a very stubborn person. She completely ignored Sancho's warning and directly signaled her husband Khalid to come over to cover her, and then rushed towards the location of the two sons of Baal.

Before she could get close, she saw Aberdare suddenly turn around and stare at her with two eyes emitting a red glow. There was not a trace of emotion or consciousness in his pupils, only a deep desire for blood and killing.

The next second...

This killer with horns on his head and a tail behind his butt rushed out, approaching at a speed that ordinary creatures could not react to, and raised his sharp claws high.

"No!!!!!!!"

Seeing that his wife was about to die, Khalid suddenly let out a desperate cry, trying to awaken Aberdar's consciousness and conscience.

Sadly, it was all in vain.

When the killer's claws fell, they tore apart Jasira's armor and the [Tree Skin Technique] he had cast with ease. Blood gushed out of the wound, and he was about to be torn in half alive, just like the mutilated corpses on the ground around him.

But at the critical moment, Artio suddenly rushed over from the left, like a speeding human bomb chariot, knocked Aberdar away with a bang, and successfully rescued Jasira.

Not only that, it also released a healing spell, healing the opponent's huge wound and scratches from the left shoulder to the chest.

“Thank…thank you!”

Jasira, who escaped death, looked obviously frightened, with deep fear in his eyes. He didn't even bother to cover the large area of his left chest exposed after his armor and clothes were torn.

Of course, it is not ruled out that one noticed it but did not care.

After all, a druid's world view, values, and sense of shame are completely different from those of ordinary people.

In the eyes of some extreme Druid sects, even wearing clothes means a blasphemy to nature. One should remain completely naked in order to perfectly get close to nature, understand nature, and integrate into nature.

So if you see a druid in the forest without clothes, or with only a few leaves and a small amount of fur, don't be surprised.

Many druids will take off all their clothes when performing nature rituals, showing their most primitive and natural naked bodies.

Artio obviously didn't care at all about Jasira's thanks, and didn't even respond. He turned around and rushed towards Sharevok's bodyguards and confidants, bearing the missiles and fireballs shot by the opponent's mages, roaring and knocking over several soldiers.

Then he stood up suddenly and gave the most threatening mage a standard grapple.

Its broad and powerful shoulders, chest muscles, well-developed muscles in its limbs and extremely sharp claws crushed the mage's upper body bones almost in an instant.

People nearby could even hear the snapping sound of ribs and vertebrae breaking.

Before the wizard could even scream in pain, the white bear cub suddenly pulled outward.

moment!

The wizard's body was torn in half from the middle, blood, flesh, and broken bones splattered everywhere, and his intestines and other internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

There is no doubt that this is the unique special ability of the Bear King - bear hug, and it is also the most direct manifestation of the primitive and brutal power of animals.

In fact, each beast master has its own unique additional abilities.

The special ability of the beast king of the canine family is to bite and devour the opponent's limbs, flesh and organs in battle;

The ability of the cat-like beast king is often leaping, which means that they can dodge and move more flexibly in battle, or even jump directly over the head and launch a sneak attack from behind;

The beast king of the dinosaur class possesses a "primitive heart" with an extremely savage mind and thinking, which makes it difficult for most charm and mind-affecting spells to have any effect on it.

In short, as the darling of nature, each beast king must have its own unique additional abilities.

And this ability is often closely related to the characteristics of its beast form.

Even though the poor wizard had cast protective spells such as mage armor, stoneskin and fire shield on himself, he still seemed vulnerable in front of Artio.

Several warriors stabbed at its swords and spears, but without exception, it was as if they had hit an iron wall. They failed to even pierce its skin, and only managed to scrape off a few hairs.

"roar!!!!!!!"

The polar bear cub expanded its body to more than four meters in size, stood up, waved its blood-plagued claws, and slapped to death a thief who tried to launch a sneak attack from behind, looking very majestic and invincible.

Whether it was Sarevok's cronies or the officers and soldiers loyal to the Baldur's Gate government, they were all frightened and retreated, not daring to confront him at all.

What a joke! In the previous battle, they had tried every weapon they could find, even heavy machinery like the crossbow.

But what is the result?

The bear didn't even shed a drop of blood, but more than fifty unlucky people died at its hands.

Faced with this terrifying monster that has absolutely no chance of winning, no one who is not a fool would rush forward and die without the support of magical power.

For a moment, Artio was in a standoff with these soldiers.

On the other side, Jasira, who witnessed the beast king's mighty killing and successfully intimidating the enemy, struggled to get up from the ground with the help of her husband who came over, and said with rapid breathing: "It seems that Sancho is right. In this state, Aberdare doesn't recognize who we are at all. He is more like a beast driven by the urge to kill."

"You...what do you think we should do now?"

Khalid asked, stuttering.

Because of his introverted personality and poor articulation, he was a bit indecisive and basically listened to his wife in everything.

Now faced with such a complicated and difficult situation, he was obviously a little panicked.

Jasira shook his head bitterly: "I don't know! The current situation is obviously far beyond the scope of mortal understanding. The only thing we can do is not let anyone disturb Aberdare and let him face his own fate alone."

Just as the couple was talking, a scream suddenly came from a distance.

Thrall, a spy from the Zhentarim, was seen with an arrow stuck in his chest. Dark red blood was slowly flowing out of the wound. He fell to the ground with his face up, looking unwilling.

Although he tried his best to take out the healing potion, the severe pain in his heart and his gradually weakening hands prevented him from bringing the potion bottle to his mouth.

Montaro tried several times to rush over to help, but before he could take a few steps, he was shot from behind by a powerful crossbow. The huge inertia caused his short body to fly off the ground with his feet, and then he fell headfirst to the ground with a bang.

It is not yet known whether he is dead or not.

But what is certain is that it is unlikely that he will be able to stand up again in a short time.

There is no doubt that the consecutive failures of two teammates have brought huge pressure to Sancho, a wizard.

Without even a second's hesitation, he quickly drank a bottle of invisibility potion and disappeared from the spot. He then quickly moved to Jasira and Khalid, and urged them at a very fast speed: "Don't just stand there! Run to the white bear! Only it can intimidate these enemies and soldiers!"

"Where's Imoen?"

Jiaxila asked subconsciously.

"Imoen took advantage of the chaos to go into stealth mode. Don't worry, as long as she doesn't expose herself, she should be hard to find."

After saying that, Sancho quickly completed his preparations and released a round of spell-based [Hidden Mist].

In the blink of an eye, thick white fog quickly spread around him, blocking everyone's vision.

The three of them took advantage of the cover of the fog and quickly moved in the direction where Artio was.

Thanks to the druid Jasira, they didn't have to worry about getting lost in the fog.

On the other side, the battle between Aberdare and Sarevok has also entered a fierce stage.

As the number of casualties on the battlefield increased, their killer forms became more hideous and terrifying, emitting an aura that could not be described in words.

Obviously, the power that was supposed to belong to Sarevok alone in his plan was divided up by the other three sons of Bhaal.

Among them, Aberdare in front of him was undoubtedly the one that absorbed the most.

You don't need to ask who the remaining two are, they are naturally Sancho and Imoen.

You must know that the killing and devouring of each other by the Sons of Baal does not mean that one of them can take away all of the other's divine power and divinity after killing the other.

Just the opposite!

Apart from Erinikas, a man-made Son of Bhaal who forcibly seized divine power through magical powers, the ordinary Sons of Bhaal's seizure of divine power and divinity did not come from subjective consciousness, but was a passive acceptance.

When a Son of Bhaal is killed, his power and divinity will automatically flow to the nearest Son of Bhaal.

If only one Bhaalborn is nearby, that Bhaalborn gains all.

But if there are more than one Son of Bhaal, then the power and divinity are divided among them all.

It is through this rule that the God of Murder continuously gathers the divinity and power that he had dispersed in the past, ultimately achieving his goal of returning from the astral realm.

This means that as long as they can survive long enough, even if they do nothing but hide, the few Sons of Baal who survive will possess unimaginable terrifying power.

This is why in the final stage of the chicken-eating competition, the "Five Races" will indiscriminately hunt down all brothers and sisters, even if the opponent is an ordinary person who has not awakened.

Only by killing all the Sons of Baal can the newly enthroned God of Murder truly put an end to future troubles.

“Dear brother!

I admit that your growth rate is far beyond my understanding! I also admit that you are now qualified to be my enemy! But there is only one throne left by my father.

Only I, and only I, am qualified to sit on it."

Sarevok took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the two-handed giant sword that fell to the ground.

With the long-term attachment of divine power, this weapon is no longer an ordinary object and contains power comparable to that of a divine weapon.

Now, he is going to show his trump card and use this sword to kill the enemy and win the final victory.

"roar!!!!!!!!!"

Aberdare was clearly out of his mind. He just roared shrilly like a wild beast, then leaped over at an extremely fast speed.

"Haha, you are really impatient. You are so impatient even to die."

Sarevok chuckled and sneered, then gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and suddenly activated the special ability he had learned - Death Strike.

Accompanied by a dazzling red light flashing in the air.

Puff!!! A dazzling column of blood suddenly gushed out from Aberdare's chest, forming a beautiful yet strange blood flower.

Before he could even figure out what was happening, he felt his body losing strength and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud, looking like he was dead.

Moreover, the killer's form began to retreat rapidly, turning into his original human form.

"Now, can you feel the gap between us?"

“Cough cough cough cough—”

Aberdare, who had regained his self-awareness and reason, coughed violently, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his nose and mouth. He struggled to raise his head and asked, "You...what did you just do?"

"I came into contact with the power of the priesthood of killing and death in the Blood Throne through my father's divine power! I believe that as someone who grew up in Candlekeep, you must have heard that some gods in charge of the priesthood of death can use some unique extraordinary divine power to instantly kill mortals who dare to offend them? My Death Raid is, to a certain extent, simulating this extraordinary divine power.

It's a pity that I can't kill anything instantly for now, so I can only ignore all defenses and inflict a heavy blow from the power of death on the target.

Sorry, I won this battle of fate.

I will inherit my father's throne and become the new God of Slaughter.

As for you, just become the nourishment on my road to becoming a god."

After saying this, Sarevok walked straight towards Aberdare with his sword in hand, intending to once and for all put an end to this feud that was destined to continue till death.

But just as he raised the sword high and was about to chop off his brother's head, a red light suddenly flashed in Aberdare's eyes.

The moment the sword fell, the latter disappeared from the spot.

Before Sarevok could react, a sharp pain came from his chest.

I saw a sharp claw inserted into the back and came out of the chest, with a beating heart pinched in the middle of the claw.

Thump! Thump! Thump! As his heart beat loudly, Sarevok's face finally changed, becoming extremely ugly and terrified. He slowly turned his head to figure out what was going on.

What he saw instead was an old, pale face with sparse beard and hair.

The other person had a scornful and mocking smile on his face. He took out the beating heart in front of him and stuffed it into his empty chest.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood vessels were reconnected and began to function normally.

After doing all this, the old man asked with a grim smile: "My dear son, you seem surprised now?"

"You...you are Baal, the god of murder?"

Sarevok's pupils suddenly dilated, and he felt cold all over as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Hahahaha! That's right! It's me!

But now I am not the God of Murder, I am just a remnant of consciousness.

But as you little cuties continue to kill and devour each other, I will be able to return from the astral plane one day.

I have to say, you are much smarter than Aberdare, the fool who has completely entrusted himself to the Blood Throne.

At least understand that you must always maintain self-awareness.

But unfortunately, I never intended to give up the Blood Throne, nor did I intend to let any of my descendants replace me.

So enough with your ambitions and unrealistic dreams.

Thank you for creating this war and killing. It will make countless mortals remember my name again and also strengthen my power. "

After that, Baal grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth. He raised his hand and pressed it on Sarevok's bald head, then whispered in his ear: "Sorry, kid, you are still far from being good at conspiracy. Now, say goodbye to this world."

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, the latter's entire soul was dragged out of his body, and eventually transformed into divine power and divinity that flowed to all the sons of Baal around him, becoming nourishment for the God of Murder to strengthen himself.

After doing all this, Bal did not even stop for a second, immediately canceled his control over Aberdare, and then disappeared without a trace.

Because Sancho had previously created a large area of thick fog through magic, not many people saw the reversal that happened in just a few seconds.

But Zuo Si, who always maintained the effect of true seeing, and Erinikas, who blessed himself with true seeing, obviously took in the whole scene.

After a short silence, Zuo Si was the first to ask, "Well, do you now understand the risks of stealing the power of a dead god without authorization? For a god, death does not mean the end.

Especially if it has not yet been forgotten by its believers and worshipers on the Material Plane.

My friend, you have made a mistake, a very, very fatal mistake."

"You knew all this a long time ago?"

Erinikas questioned with a livid face.

Obviously, the brief "resurrection" of the deceased God of Murder Baal in his own offspring really scared the legendary wizard.

You must know that the reason why he dared to seize the divine power and divinity of those sons of Baal was that he felt that the God of Murder was already dead and could no longer have any influence on the material world.

But now, a cruel and horrifying reality lies before us.

Not only was Baal not completely dead, but he was also able to be briefly resurrected through the divinity and power within the Son of Baal.

When he thought that he was now considered one of the Sons of Baal, Erinikas couldn't help but feel fear, fearing that a similar situation would happen to him.

Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: “No, when I first started working with you, my understanding of the gods was actually very limited.

However, with the accumulation of strength and knowledge, as well as a lot of research and observation, I gradually understood some of the nature of God.

I think you must be regretting now that you took the power and divinity from some of the Sons of Bhaal too early, thus putting yourself in danger.

If you want a solution, I'm your only choice.

Apart from me, there is no other mortal in the entire continent of Faerun who possesses such knowledge.

So please make your choice as soon as possible.

After all, there is nothing in this world that can have the best of both worlds.

When you want something very precious, you have to pay for it.”

"Are you so eager to reap my soul?"

There was a wary gleam in Erinikas's eyes.

Zuo Si nodded without disguising, "That's right! Because your soul shines with some dazzling light.

In particular, the evil and madness born from the distortion of strong obsession have extraordinary value for those who know how to gain energy from them.

What's more, don't forget that your goal is to become a god.

Don't you have so little confidence in yourself?

If this is the case, I advise you to give up as soon as possible.

Because the biggest difference between mortals and gods is that gods are creatures who never feel regret or fear.

Once they decide on something, they will put all their efforts into it without hesitation.

Even if that causes serious consequences and damage.

If you want to become a god, you must be willing to give up everything just to achieve a certain goal."

Erinikas took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He raised his head and sneered, "According to what you said, I don't seem to have any choice. So what are you waiting for? Take out the contract you prepared."

"Haha, as you wish."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a smile of success, then calmly handed over a devil's contract.

When it was opened, the entire scroll was three meters long. The number and complexity of the clauses inside were enough to make most mortals feel overwhelmed.

Although Erinikas had also been active in the outer plane for a period of time and had heard that the devil's contracts were often jaw-droppingly complicated, he still couldn't help but gasp after seeing it with his own eyes.

At first, he tried to read and understand directly through spells.

But I soon discovered that it was impossible to avoid the loopholes hidden between the lines, and I was forced to read word by word.

While Erinikas was reading the contents of the contract, Zuo Si had already turned his attention back to the battlefield below.

By this time, the fog created by magic had gradually dissipated, and everyone saw the body of Sharevok lying on the ground and the bloody hole in his chest where there was no heart.

Someone suddenly shouted, "Duke Sarevok is dead!"

moment!

The entire battlefield fell into silence.

The two sides, who had been fighting just now, stopped fighting at the same time and looked towards the location of the Baldur's Gate command center.

Soon, several priests and officers lifted Sarevok's body for everyone to see.

Then the soldiers from Baldur's Gate lost their will to fight, dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender.

After about ten minutes, a commander with the highest rank among the Flaming Fist Mercenaries was elected. He carried a white flag and formally submitted a letter of surrender to Zhentil Castle, and was responsible for the negotiations.

Apparently, after learning of Sarevok's true identity, most of the ordinary soldiers no longer wanted to fight.

They are not fools. When they find out that everything is a conspiracy of the Son of Baal, and that the other side does not want any victory at all but only wants to create more and more tragic deaths, they naturally will not continue to joke with their own lives.

In this way, Fuzzol Chamberlain finally succeeded in winning the war after paying some price.

The next thing he had to do was to head to Baldur's Gate and occupy the surrounding towns including Belgost with it as the center, eliminate all the forces that Zuo Si didn't like, and recruit some monsters in the nearby forest, so as to make the next war, whose outcome had already been determined, look bigger and more tragic.

In this way, the common people will be grateful to the new rulers and be willing to cooperate with them in a series of reforms.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Aberdare and his group.

To be precise, they are surrounding the "hero" at this moment, concerned about the physical condition of this son of Baal.

Among them, Jasira first used druid magic to check him from head to toe, then he let out a long sigh and said, "He's fine! At least there is nothing abnormal in his vital signs."

"Uh... are you sure? He lost almost three times the amount of blood as a normal person, and his heart in his chest seems to have been severely damaged."

The corner of Sancho's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

Perhaps others did not see what happened in the thick fog just now, but as the son of Baal, he felt it very clearly.

Especially the short half minute when Sarevok performed the Death Strike and the Will of Baal descended, which almost suffocated the boy from nervousness.

After the battle, Sancho could clearly feel that the power and divinity belonging to Baal in his body had increased by almost four times.

And all of these were released from Sarevok's body.

“Physically, Aberdare is indeed not life-threatening.

But what happens on a mental and soul level is harder to say.

But no matter what, he finally won this fateful battle and is still alive."

Jasira reached out and gently stroked the blood-stained cheek of the Son of Bhaal, his eyes revealing a hint of weakness, fatigue and self-blame.

In her opinion, this was because she had failed to fulfill Gorlian's last wish.

"Right...right! Have you...have any of you seen Imoen?"

Just when the atmosphere became a little heavy, Khalid suddenly asked a question while stammering.

Because not long after the raid began, the girl with short pink hair disappeared from everyone's sight and has not appeared until now, it is really hard not to worry.

"Imoen? Damn it! Where has this little girl gone again?"

Jasira then remembered that he had a child and teammate who needed his care, so he immediately stood up and tried to summon the small animals to help search.

As for the lives of the two Zhentarim spies, she, the Harpist, had already automatically ignored them.

If Jasira hadn't been afraid of arousing the resentment of Imoen and Aberdare, he would have wanted to find an opportunity to kill them both at the Friendly Arm.

All of a sudden, the remaining members of the team who were still able to move began to look around for Imoen's traces.

But no one would have thought that Imoen was actually on a tree not far from them, curled up in a ball, hugging her arms tightly, trembling slightly, her eyes full of fear.

Because at this moment, the same mysterious symbols and patterns as Aberdare and Sarevok appeared on her face and forehead.

In the grass about 20 to 30 meters away from the tree, there were at least 20 cold corpses lying in a mess.

You don't need to ask to know that all of them were killed by Imoen.

In other words, she was killed after being affected by her blood and falling into a bloodthirsty state.

All the bodies were killed with one blow, with sharp weapons piercing their jaws or eyes and causing death on the spot.

Obvious signs of frostbite and ice can be seen near the wound.

Obviously, the divine power and divinity within Imoen were also affected and suddenly awakened.

The cold dagger tightly grasped in her hand was the best proof.

The first ability this girl gained after awakening was to add extra cold damage to her weapon.

For a 14-year-old girl with an innocent personality, such a terrifying emergency was obviously too shocking. She could not bear it at all and did not dare to face it. She could only hide here and shiver alone.

Just when Aimon was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from under the tree.

"I think you might need some comfort and relief right now."

moment!

Imoen was so frightened that he jumped up and quickly leaned his head to look down. As expected, he saw Zuo Si with a faint smile on his face.

Without any hesitation, she jumped down from the tree with her superb agility, rushed over and hugged him tightly, asking in a tearful voice, "Do you know what happened to me? Why... why did I suddenly become like a wild animal and unable to control my urge to kill?"

"Because you, like Aberdare, Sancho, and Sarevok, are also the offspring of Baal, the god of slaughter."

Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's hair and told the truth.

"What?!"

Imoen was stunned for a moment. He looked up with a look of shock and disbelief, and pointed at his nose. "I am also a son of Bhaal? How is this possible! If I were also a son of Bhaal, why did Sarevok only hunt down Aberdare and not me?"

Zuo Si patiently explained, "Because Baal, the God of Murder, left behind so many descendants, not every son of Baal is clearly known to people.

The fact that Aberdare was the son of Bhaal was known to his adoptive father Gorion, Jasirah, and Khalid, so naturally Sarevok was able to learn about it through some channels.

But you are different.

In the eyes of most outsiders, you are just an orphan, adopted by Winthrop since childhood. You have neither received any systematic knowledge nor any combat training.

So you are transparent and easily ignored in the eyes of most people.

But now this situation has changed.

As your bloodline begins to awaken and your strength becomes stronger, it will inevitably attract the attention of many people."

"Then what should I do?"

Aimon seemed a little at a loss. He buried his face in Zuo Si's chest, trying to find a sense of security.

“You need some systematic training.

Once the matter of Baldur's Gate is completely settled, come find me in Amn.

I'll help you a little.

Also, don't tell this to anyone other than Sancho, I don't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings."

After saying this, Zuo Si gave Ai Meng a comforting hug, and then disappeared instantly...

(End of this chapter)