Although many gods knew that the Goddess of Night was either secretly plotting something or on her way to doing something, she would basically never stop for a moment and would never give up no matter how many times she failed.

But playing "Star Explosion" directly still opened their eyes to them, and they strongly criticized and condemned it in the meeting of gods.

Tyr, the god of justice who is often elected as an arbitrator, believes that the power of all gods should be combined to seal Shar for at least a thousand years to punish her for her insane intention to destroy the world.

But in the end, the case was dropped due to insufficient evidence.

After all, as long as the Goddess of Night refuses to admit it, the other gods will not be able to obtain any substantial evidence, and without evidence they cannot judge her crimes.

When it comes to adhering to procedural justice, Thiel is quite persistent.

In many cases, he would even defend his enemies out of his natural instinct to "speak up for justice", such as the former Three Gods of Death and the Prince of Lies, Cyric.

Otherwise, other gods would not have given him such great trust and given him the power of judgment and law enforcement several times.

Of course, as the most just god in Faerun, Tyr also paid a heavy price for this, losing an arm and an eye.

The right hand was because the gods had set a trap to imprison the Chaos Hound Kozef, and he put his hand into Kozef's mouth as a guarantee.

But in the end, those gods broke their promise and did not keep their agreement, so this ancient evil creature bit off Tyr's right hand in revenge, and swallowed up all the gods' blood, divinity, and power.

No one knew whether the right hand could not be restored because it was Devoured by the Chaos Hounds, or whether Tyr himself felt pain and shame for not keeping his promise, so he took the initiative to give up his Devoured right hand.

Anyway, since then he has always appeared as a disabled person with one arm.

As for his eyes, they were blinded by Io, the God above Gods, himself during the Year of Troubles.

The reason is that as the god of justice, Tyr failed to fulfill his duties, allowing thieves to steal the important stone tablet of destiny, and also allowing the fighting between the gods to become more and more fierce.

From then on, Tyr has been playing the role of a judge in the Council of Gods.

So even though his proposal was ultimately not passed due to insufficient evidence, it made Shar so embarrassed that the entire conspiracy could not go on at all. He had no choice but to abandon his faith in the Jungle of Chult in accordance with the ancient agreement and publicly disclose the two gods he had killed and replaced around the Years of Troubles.

Likewise, this exposure has also caused many gods to become highly alert and vigilant towards the Goddess of Night, and they will not be able to make any big moves in the short term.

At this moment, Shar was sitting on the black throne in her own kingdom, staring at the image displayed in the gray smoke with cannibalistic eyes.

And this image was not from anywhere else, but from the Mage Tower in the old town of Athkatla.

Zuo Si himself had obviously noticed something was wrong, and he stood alone on the semi-enclosed rooftop outside the tower, waving and smiling at the evil, deep, dark power of the Goddess of Night, without showing any sign of nervousness or panic.

Since the Mage Tower had been strengthened in various ways from the inside out, even powerful divine powers could not see what was hidden inside the tower.

The only thing the gods knew was that he had hidden countless secrets and a portal to other planes in his wizard tower.

After a full minute, Shar finally crushed the armrest of the throne with a snap and said in a hateful and malicious tone: "Very good! Very good! I can't believe that I didn't take the initiative to cause trouble for you, but you took the initiative to cause trouble for me.

Not only did it ruin my plans in the Jungle of Chult, but it also put me on the wrong side of the gods."

Obviously, the Goddess of Night already knows who is the real mastermind behind this incident.

After all, she and Su Lun had been fighting each other since the beginning of the creation. She knew that with the other party's way of thinking and tactics, even if they discovered the truth, they would never think of directly convening the Council of Gods to make the matter public and then unite all the gods to attack together.

What's more, she had a brief remote fight with Zuo Si in the Chult Jungle.

What Shar didn't expect was that she had hidden herself so deeply, especially through the creation of Aishouduo's appearance, it should have been impossible for her to be recognized.

Until now, she still couldn't figure out what the basis for Zuo Si's judgment was.

You know, even the dinosaur god Ubtao knew nothing about this.

If possible, the Goddess of Night would really like to send down an avatar to talk to the young man standing on the semi-enclosed rooftop at the top of the Mage Tower.

But unfortunately, this is simply not possible now.

Not to mention that she was currently being watched by several powerful and medium-powered gods, Zuo Si's growth rate alone was far beyond her expectations.

Be it the identity of the great devil, the large number of god allies standing behind him, or the planeswalker's ability to appear and disappear at will, all of them made Shar feel very fearful.

What's more, the current Feren is no longer like before, where he can dispatch avatars at will.

One of the most important reasons why Io, the supreme god of gods, cast the gods down to the mortal world in the Year of Troubles was that he felt they interfered too much in the affairs of mortals.

Therefore, after the turmoil ended, all gods tried to reduce the number of times they descended into the world as much as possible.

Even if an incarnation is sent down, it will most likely conceal its identity and provide guidance in the manner of a wise man or a sage, rather than rudely demanding that believers obey its orders.

"Great goddess, do you want me to gather a hunting team composed of chosen people to teach him a lesson?" A dark angel knelt on one knee and asked cautiously.

As a creation of the Goddess of Night, she could obviously feel her master's anger, annoyance and unhappiness.

But Shar shook her head gently: "No, no need.

Even an assassination team composed of voters can hardly pose much threat to Soth nowadays.

We have to find another way to make him pay for what he did.

By the way, how are the preparations going in Ghost City?

How long will it take them to return to Faerûn?"

“From what I have heard, Telramant Tanshul and his sons have been secretly observing and gathering intelligence.

If nothing unexpected happens, it is estimated that after the turmoil caused by the Son of Bhaal is over, they will start to carry out inter-dimensional teleportation.

Because they had been away from the material plane for so long, they were very cautious.

At the same time, Telramant Tanshull also appointed Hajjona as his deputy to carry out a systematic data compilation and assessment of the various countries, city-states and forces in Faerun."

The Dark Angel told all the information he knew in one go.

Because the power struggle within Shade City is very complicated, there are both arcanists who adhere to the original Netheril traditions and priests and believers who later defected to the Church of the Goddess of Night, so it is not completely under Shar's control.

To be precise, the relationship between the two parties is more like cooperation or mutual benefit, rather than a very obvious hierarchical relationship.

“What is Revaraan Tanshul doing?”

Shar touched his chin and asked meaningfully.

This is the highest leader and elect of her church in the City of Ghosts, and the eldest son of the city lord Telramant Tanshul.

Whenever the power of the City of Ghosts is needed to accomplish something, Rivalan becomes the perfect mouthpiece.

"Rivalan is constantly spreading the prophecy you gave to the people, and making all the residents of Ghost City believe that their mission is to return to the material world and restore the glory of Netheril civilization with their own hands." The dark angel answered without hesitation.

"In that case, then go and tell him to speed up the process. I want to see the City of Ghosts appear above the sky of the Enorok Desert as soon as possible."

As he said this, a chilling black light flashed in Shar's eyes.

The Dark Angel seemed to realize something, raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you going to use the power of the City of Ghosts to destroy Soth's plan to annex the North?"

Shar sneered and asked, "Why not? Don't forget that the original site of Netheril is the Onoak Desert, and the place next to it is the North.

The most important thing is that it is not convenient for me to take action against Soth himself now, so it is also a good choice to take action against the country and forces he created.

However, the strength of Ghost City alone is far from enough.

Take this ancient map and find Borem's Mire Heart.

To deal with a guy like Soth, you need at least the power of a quasi-god, a wild god, or an original being."

"Understood. I'll arrange someone right away."

The Dark Angel took the map with both hands respectfully, his face full of awe.

Having lived for countless thousands of years, she knew very well that Borem was one of the Seven Lost Gods of the Netheril era.

In the process of the three gods of death, Bane, Baal and Melkor, seeking to become gods, they used the artifact - the Dagger of Zasman to stab Prim into the heart and successfully killed him.

Today, the remaining heart is buried in an unknown place.

As long as you find it and pull out the Zasman dagger, a large amount of mud will gush out from the wound, eventually forming a huge mud lake.

Borem will also be reborn from the mud lake.

At that time, all we need to do is capture and seal it, and then use the power of the Goddess of Night to erode it, twisting it from a wild god into a half-shadow, half-dark evil god or ancient evil creature.

Things like this have happened more than once.

After watching her dark angel disappear at the end of the dark kingdom, Shar turned her gaze to Zuo Si on the other side of the gray smoke, pursed her lips and said in a decisive tone: "You will know what happens if you offend me, Soth. I promise."

Zuo Si obviously didn't know that the Goddess of Night had already begun to take revenge.

After waiting for the fluctuation of divine power to disappear, he returned to the Mage Tower to watch the final performance of Aberdare and others in the Underdark.

Of course, even if I knew, I wouldn't care too much.

After all, since he dared to send the message to Midnight and Su Lun, he was mentally prepared to be hated and even retaliated by Shar.

As the saying goes, when enemies come, we will stop them; when water comes, we will block it with earth.

Considering that one of the oldest Gemini goddesses only likes to hide in the dark and fan the flames, there is almost no precedent of her jumping out to make a move.

Therefore, the threat he could pose is actually far less than that madman Xirik.

What's more, when it comes to playing tricks and schemes, Zuo Si believes that he is definitely no worse than any evil god.

At worst, we can just compete secretly to see who has better skills.

To sum up, he didn't take Shar's revenge seriously at all. Instead, he was looking forward to the goddess of the night coming to play with him.

Anyway, even if the situation gets out of hand, the Moon Goddess Sulun and her allies are there to support it, so he doesn't need to worry at all.

…

On the other hand, in the city of Uster-Nasa, located in the dark area deep under the Wildas Forest, a long-brewing series of conspiracies and traps finally came to light.

The secret room in the mansion of the first family, Despana, was now covered with blood, viscera, rotten flesh and crushed bones.

Some of them were slaves killed during the sacrifice, while others were torn from Mistress Adullus seconds ago.

At this moment, the only remaining upper half of her body was hanging on the spikes on the wall. The part below the waist was long gone, and a bloody spine hung from the end, making everyone who saw it feel their scalp tingling.

A gigantic Balor Fire Demon Lord was fiddling with a dragon egg covered with silver scales, laughing mockingly, "Hahahaha! Don't you realize you've made a mistake yet?

Your daughter Firi secretly replaced the egg while preparing for the ceremony.

Not only did she successfully deceive you, but she also pushed you into an abyss of no return."

"What? This... How is this possible! Fili! What did you do?"

Madam Adulles endured the severe pain and asked her eldest daughter who was not far away in a harsh voice.

Her expression was so hideous and terrifying, and with blood all over her body, she looked like a demon.

But Firi calmly took out another dragon egg from his pocket and replied triumphantly, "Sorry, mother, I won the game of usurping the throne this time.

I have successfully plotted against you. From now on, I am the new mistress of the family.

As for you, it would be better for you to die honestly.

Don't worry, after you die, I will use this dragon egg to fulfill the will of the Queen of Gods and kill all those damn surface elves without leaving a single one alive.

In this way, I will replace you as the most favored high priest of Uster Nasa, firmly holding the supreme power of the First Family and the Municipal Council.

I swear to do better and better than you."

There is no doubt that what is being played out now is the classic scene of the dark elves' "loving mother and filial daughter".

If any high-ranking priestess wants to become the mistress of the family, she must first eliminate the sisters ahead of her, and then kill her mother to take her place.

This is how the drow transfer power, full of conspiracy, cruelty, deception and blood.

If any mistress waits for her mother to die of old age and then obtains power through inheritance, she will be looked down upon by the mistresses of other families and considered a weakling.

"New mistress? Do you think you can suppress the other top-ranked families?"

Madam Adulles held on to her last breath and stared at her eldest daughter not far away. Her eyes were very complicated, with anger and resentment, but also a hint of relief.

From the moment she became the mistress, she knew that this day would come sooner or later.

After all, this way of power inheritance is encouraged and advocated by the spider goddess Rose.

When the matriarch of a family begins to grow old and less powerful, her ambitious daughter will seize the opportunity to kill her.

Only in this way can we ensure that all matrons are the strongest, most ambitious and capable leaders in the family.

"Don't underestimate me, mother.

As long as I complete this sacrifice and kill all those surface elves, I will be able to obtain the Queen of Gods' supreme favor.

What's more, I have them, powerful mercenaries who successfully stole the dragon egg from you and completed a series of impossible challenges, including bringing back the blood of the Mind Flayer and the Eye of the Elder. "

As he spoke, Firi walked delicately in front of Aberdair, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cheek of the Son of Bhaal in the form of a dark elf. Both his eyes and his movements were full of teasing.

As a beast who habitually thinks with his lower body, Aberdare subconsciously wanted to do something in response.

But before he could take any actual action, he felt a piercing pain coming from his lower back.

Looking down, he saw that it was Jaheira who had twisted the flesh on his waist.

moment!

Aberdare, who was boiling with anger in the last second, turned into a well-behaved boy with his eyes fixed straight ahead in the next second.

no way.

As the saying goes, every thing has its own nemesis.

Since the death of his adoptive father Gorion, Jaheira has been the only one who can control him and make him obey willingly.

Fili noticed the little trick between the two, pursed his lips and smiled playfully without pointing it out. He directly handed the dragon egg in his hand to the Balrog Lord and solemnly requested: "I hope to complete the transaction with you just now on behalf of my mother."

"Hehe, are you sure?"

The Balor Lord pursed his lips and revealed a smile that made people feel nervous and uneasy.

"I'm quite sure!"

Firi didn't realize the hint from the powerful demon in front of him and nodded without thinking.

Just when she was full of anticipation, the Balor Fire Demon Lord suddenly grabbed her left and right arms without warning, and tore them apart at the same time.

Crack! Crack! Along with the crisp sound of bones breaking, the two arms were pulled down by terrifying brute force.

The glaring blood gushed out along the arteries, directly staining the surrounding ground and walls red.

“Aa…

The severe pain made Fili wail on the spot. His whole body twitched uncontrollably, and he shouted like crazy: "What are you doing? I clearly gave you the dragon egg!"

"Dragon egg? Hahahaha!

idiot!

Do you think the dragon egg you hold is real? Just as you deceived your mother, the Son of Bhaal has deceived you.

Well, didn't expect that?

This is a wonderful drama of betrayal within betrayal and deception within deception.

You think you are the hunter, but you are actually the prey."

The Balor Fire Demon Lord licked the blood on his face with his tongue, then opened his arms and looked extremely intoxicated.

As a chaotic evil creature bred in the abyss, the scenes of mortals scheming, betraying, and stabbing each other in the back undoubtedly make him feel a pleasure that cannot be described in words.

Especially since one of them is the descendant of Baal, the famous god of murder.

"No!

This is impossible!

What reason does he have to lie to me?

I can give him everything he wants! Whether it's power, status, or passion.

If he chooses to betray, what benefit can he get from it?"

Firi turned and looked into Aberdare's eyes, as if he wanted to get a positive answer from the latter.

"You are wrong, foolish dark elf.

Do you think the people standing here are your compatriots?

In fact, they all come from the surface.

Therefore, I am not interested in your offer at all.

There is only one thing they want, and that is the silver dragon's egg."

After saying that, Lord Balor cast a spell, instantly dispelling the transformation spell cast on all members of the team.

Only Viconia, who was originally a drow, did not change at all.

Upon seeing this, Madam Adulles immediately burst into hysterical laughter, as if mocking her eldest daughter who had messed up her own tricks, and then she breathed her last and died.

As for Firi, he seemed to be crazy and wanted to pounce on Aberdare and bite his throat. However, he was stepped to death by the Balrog Lord before he could crawl far. Even his internal organs were squeezed out of his mouth. The scene was so bloody that it made people want to vomit.

After doing all this, the demon looked at the youngest boy in the team with interest and asked, "Young son of Baal, do you want to make a deal with me for that dragon egg?"

"No, I don't want to."

Sancho refused without hesitation.

He was not stupid. He knew that a lesser Abyss Lord could not give him powerful strength at all. At best, he could only have some spell-like abilities, magic weapons and demonic bloodline.

These pieces of junk cannot even compare to the divinity and power of the Son of Bhaal.

And even if you really want such power, there is no need to take a huge risk to make a deal with the devil. You can just find your own mentor.

"Really? That's a shame."

The Balrog Lord showed a disappointed expression, but did not say anything. He simply chose to leave the material world and return to his home in the Abyss.

After he disappeared, the team members breathed a sigh of relief.

Imoen patted his chest with lingering fear: "Oh my god, I feel like my heart is about to jump out. Is that a secondary Abyss Lord? It's too scary, it's almost suffocating."

"Yes. Now we have finally got the dragon egg without any danger, and we can finally leave this crappy place."

Aberdare glanced at Fili who was being trampled into a meat pie and sighed slightly.

Since the two had had more than one "in-depth" communication in the past few days, it was somewhat hard for them to bear seeing the other die so tragically.

Although he usually uses his body instead of his heart when doing this kind of thing, he still falls in love with her over time.

What's more, the dark elves have so many tricks in this regard, and their level of openness is far beyond the surface world.

"Don't be careless, we are not out of danger yet.

It is at least three or four kilometers from the first family's residence to the gate of Uster Nasa.

Our transformation magic has been dispelled. If we attack them, we will have to fight a bloody battle with thousands of drow."

Sancho reminded with a serious expression.

"Then kill it!

The brave Minsk and Bubu have long wanted to teach these evil dark elves a lesson.

Let us add another legendary story to the great adventure.

Come! Justice will prevail! "

As the last word came out of his mouth, Minsk drew his sword and directly opened the door of the room, slashing the first family warrior who was completely unprepared at the door with his sword.

puff!!!!

The +5 fine gold two-handed sword, which was made by a senior dark elf blacksmith with the blessing of evil magic, tore through the opponent's chain mail on the spot, splitting the whole person from shoulder to abdomen, leaving a horrifying gash, and all the internal organs and blood flowed out.

You don't need to ask to know that this guy is 100% dead and there is no need to rescue him at all.

“Squeak! Squeak!”

Bubu, the yellow rat on Minsk's shoulder, screamed, not sure whether it was from fear or excitement.

After the successful attack, Minsk did not draw his sword immediately, but snatched the one-handed sword from the dead man and killed the other guard cleanly. Then he rushed into the hall like a barbarian berserker and began to slaughter every dark elf he saw.

"He...what is he doing? Is he crazy!"

Imoen only reacted now, his mouth wide open as he stared at the blood and dead bodies on the ground at the door, trembling all over.

It's impossible not to shudder! Because Minsk's actions are equivalent to directly declaring war on the tens of thousands of dark elves in this city.

"Damn it! Minsk! Come back! Come back soon!"

Even the tough-minded Aberdare panicked at this moment and rushed out to pull back his brother who had experienced the test of life and death but whose brain was not working very well.

But unfortunately it was too late.

Some of the more clever high-ranking priestesses, upon realizing that there might be an accident in the secret room, immediately rushed outside to summon the mages, priests, and warriors in the family, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to seize power and become the new mistress.

As a result of their commotion, all the families in the entire city of Uster Nasa noticed something was wrong and began to gather their forces to find out what had happened to the first family.

The second family and the third family even united and marched towards the base of the first family with their armies, obviously thinking that this was a good opportunity to replace it.

“Oh—this is a big trouble.

Get ready for a battle, for we are about to face a storm of wind and death.

If you don't want to die, try your best to tap your full potential.

Otherwise our lives would be over.”

Sancho held his forehead and said with a look of despair.

He simply couldn't believe that the plan, which had been going smoothly, was ruined at the last minute by Minsk, that idiot, with his absurd and impulsive behavior.

"I told you a long time ago that uncertain factors like this should be eliminated from the team as soon as possible, but you just didn't listen. Now, he has pushed all of us into the abyss of death."

Viconia did not hide her contempt and disgust for Minsk.

If it wasn't for the fact that this bald fool could serve as a meat shield and cannon fodder in the battle, she would have wanted to kill him herself to vent her anger.

"Well, now is not the time to argue. We must unite as one to get through this. Sancho, have you made contact with the silver dragon?"

Jaheira decisively chose to change the subject, not wanting the team to have any more conflicts at this time.

Sancho nodded slightly and said, “I notified you the moment I got the dragon egg.

Aidalon is preparing a magical ritual to completely destroy all of Uster-Nasa.

All we have to do is hold out for a while, and when the magic starts to take effect, those drow will scatter and flee on their own.

Then we can take advantage of the chaos and escape through the main door."

"Be careful! The dark elves are attacking!"

As Imoen's voice echoed in the corridor, a loud bang suddenly knocked the door that was locked from the inside away.

A group of fully armed drow male warriors, armed with a large amount of divine magic, rushed forward, obviously intending to kill these culprits.

Aberdare, who was at the forefront, did not hesitate for even a second and directly transformed into a killer and rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere!

With the powerful strength of the Son of God, several dark elves were torn apart in just a few seconds.

But Aberdare also paid a heavy price.

After all, the weapon enchantment level of the drow elite usually starts at +3, and those used by direct members of the nobility are often +4 or +5.

Therefore, even in the killer form, there is no way to withstand such a powerful weapon attack.

Just being cut would immediately leave a horrible wound.

Fortunately, Aberdare is not fighting alone.

Minsk went berserk and provided cover from the side.

Sancho, Jaheira, Imoen, and Viconia threw arcane and divine magic at the door like they were free, and managed to hold off the enemy's attack in a short period of time.

Hundreds of corpses were piled together densely, and the sticky blood had already dyed the ground black and red.

No negotiation!

No compromise!

There was only crazy fighting and killing! If you stood outside and looked down, you could see that the sky above the First Family's house was already covered with a blood-like energy.

The divine power in the bodies of the three sons of Baal is accumulating and growing with the killing.

Especially Aberdare, who was controlled by the God of Murder, his killer form continued to expand and began to evolve into a giant ravager.

And all the drow killed by it will become undead creatures.

"What kind of monsters are these?!"

The Dark Elf high priestess who was directing the attack exclaimed in disbelief.

"Don't ask me! How would I know? Maybe it was Fili's doing! Anyway, we have to kill these guys with unknown origins."

Another high-level priestess continuously cast divine spells to heal the injured and retreating warriors.

As the two sides were fighting over the passage, none of them noticed that two figures had already landed in the dark corner of the cave above their heads, admiring the situation below with interest.

"Are you sure we just want to watch without any help?"

Aidalon, who transformed into an elf, frowned subconsciously.

Especially when he sensed the dragon egg in Sancho's backpack, he showed obvious nervousness and anxiety.

She obviously wanted to go down immediately to take back her own dragon egg and keep it carefully.

Zuo Si's projection smiled and replied, "No, at least not now.

After all, they are all sons of Baal and must fight and kill to become stronger.

The dark elves of Uster Nasa are a good whetstone that can help my apprentice complete his final transformation.

When they can't hold on any longer, it will still be in time for you to go down and help.

Also, what do you think about my proposal?"

"I...I haven't thought about it yet."

Aidalon's expression clearly showed a tendency to escape.

"You'd better hurry, because you don't have much time left.

If you wait until your body begins to age to an irreversible level, even an injection of Purgatory bloodline will not be able to prevent death.

By then, it will be too late for you to regret. "

Zuo Si glanced at the silver dragon beside him and urged in a low voice.

Needless to say, this proposal is to transform Aidalon from an ancient silver dragon into an ancient infernal silver dragon.

Use the power of Baator to extend your lifespan, or even become immortal.

"I understand what you mean, and I know this is the only option, but I just can't get over the psychological barrier." Aidalon explained with a wry smile.

Ever since she deviated from the good camp and began to have the idea of ​​not wanting to die, she had the idea of ​​using the power of hell to prolong her life, and to reunite with her unborn partner and stay together forever.

I have to say that the ethical relationship between this dragon couple is quite messy.

The wife gave birth to her reincarnated husband.

So are they husband and wife in the future?

Should they still be considered mother and child? If they give birth to new offspring, what should they be called?

Zuo Si gradually began to understand why the continent of Faerun was so open in terms of ethics and sex.

They are all the result of various kinds of magic, divine arts, and miracles.

Among them, resurrection, reincarnation, the difference in lifespans of different races by decades or even hundreds of years, and sudden rescue after being petrified for many years, are simply natural ethical killers.

If you are not careful, ethical chaos will occur.

"There is nothing that is insurmountable. All you need to do is let go of the past, ignore the world's perspective, and bravely embrace your own future." Zuo Si whispered in the ear of the ancient silver dragon.

"Embrace your own future..."

Aidalon was obviously moved when he heard these words, and his eyes were flashing with desire.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, portals leading to the abyss suddenly opened.

Soon after, hundreds of demons and elemental creatures emerged from the other side.

Obviously, these alien creatures were summoned by mages and priests.

Unlike the very low proportion of mages among humans on the surface, the ratio of spellcasters among dark elves can be said to be quite exaggerated, often reaching fifty to one or even thirty or twenty to one.

If a city has 20,000 dark elves, the number of spellcasters among them will reach hundreds or even thousands.

This is almost unimaginable in the surface world.

Moreover, since the Underdark is rich in mineral resources and it is easier to obtain expensive magical materials such as gems, the spellcasting level of drow wizards can be improved much faster.

The sudden influx of numerous demons and elemental creatures became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

No matter how hard Sancho tried, he couldn't deal with so many difficult alien creatures at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Aidalong immediately asked, "Is this enough? I'm afraid your disciples and other members of the adventure team can't hold on any longer."

But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Don't be anxious, and don't underestimate the potential of the Son of God. Just wait and see, the real fun has just begun."

As these words came out of his mouth, Sancho, who had just used time stop half a minute ago, finally showed the power he had obtained a long time ago but had never used.

He stimulated the vast amount of divine power and divinity in his body to the limit, and then his body began to expand and deform rapidly, and the surface was covered with a shell as hard as granite.

"This is... the Killer?"

Aidalon's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because the boy's transformation bears no resemblance to Aberdare's Slayer form.

Especially after the transformation was completed, Sancho did not lose his mind at all. His two blood-red eyes were swollen and the pupils emitting a blue glow could be clearly seen.

"No, not the Slayer, but his own power.

To be precise, my lovely disciple has surpassed his divine father on the philosophical level.

Now he is on the path to becoming a new god.

How about it, isn't it excellent?

To be honest, I didn't expect him to get this far in such a short time."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and praised generously.

"New God?!!"

Aidalon stared at the boy who had completed his transformation and turned into a shadow, rushing into the midst of the extradimensional creatures, drow mages, and priests to kill them all.

With every kill, Sancho's strength increases at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He also retains his sanity and spellcasting abilities, and can suddenly release some instant arcane magic and spell-like abilities during combat.

Especially the thick rock shell covering its body, which was obviously added through magical powers to increase defense.

Once damaged enough, the boy can restore it to its original state through a standard spellcasting action.

In this way, he can achieve super long combat endurance through continuous killing, without worrying about being stabbed into a sieve by the dark elves' adamantium enchanted weapons like Aberdare.

In addition, Sancho's claws are obviously larger after the transformation, and look like sharp double-edged daggers.

Often one strike can cause huge damage to multiple enemies at the same time, and also has the ability to suck blood.

"It's incredible! Is this the Son of God?" Aidalon exclaimed.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, this is the Son of God.

Because of their divinity, their learning and growth speeds are far beyond the reach of mortals.

If things continue like this, when the Sons of Bhaal's elimination round enters the final round, it will inevitably be a battle between quasi-gods and demigods.

I am looking forward to seeing where Sancho and Aberdare will go.

Should I choose to become a god and embark on an extraordinary journey, or give up all my divine power and divinity and become a mortal? "

"What about the girl named Imoen? Isn't she also a son of Baal?" Aidalon's tone was full of doubt.

"It's impossible for Imoen to become a god, or maybe her personality determines that she has no interest in becoming a god. I have already arranged a future for her, a life that can satisfy her curiosity without being too dangerous."

After saying that, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to the silver dragon beside him, and concentrated on admiring Sancho's performance in this critical moment.

He is now more and more convinced that this lucky little guy still has great potential to be tapped, and perhaps he can become a powerful helper and ally...