"Erinikas! Are you ready to pay for what you've done?"

Aberdare glared at his enemy with his bloodshot eyes and roared at him.

As Baal's remaining soul began to activate the Blood Throne, he could clearly feel his own power increasing and his desire for violence, killing, and death.

As a pure warrior, this strong desire that came from primitive instinct did not arouse any vigilance. Instead, it made this reckless and impulsive son of Baal feel an inexplicable pleasure and enjoyment.

The reason is very simple.

Under the influence of Baal's nightmares, Aberdare's philosophical understanding of killing and death was basically the same as his father's.

This is why, out of the three Sons of Baal in the team, his Slayer form is the closest to Baal himself.

In contrast, Sancho took a completely different path, while Imoen's subconscious was still resisting, hesitating and waving, and seemed reluctant to accept this power.

"Price? Hahahaha! You are a fool who is controlled by others. You don't know the truth at all, right?"

Erinikas gave a wild, sarcastic laugh.

Although he was quite annoyed by the destruction of the insects that absorbed the energy of the Tree of Life, he soon felt relieved when he thought that he could not avoid this fateful battle no matter what.

After all, he now has abundant divine power converted from life energy in his body, and he has also ignited the spark of divinity to become a quasi-god. He must have an overwhelming advantage in terms of strength.

Coupled with the already powerful magical force, there is no need to be afraid of the Son of Baal who knows nothing.

Quite the opposite!

It is the enemy who should be afraid.

"Others? Manipulation?"

Jaheira keenly grasped two key words.

Although she was facing the murderer who brutally killed her husband and desecrated his body, she was also very angry and full of hatred in her heart, and she wished she could tear him into pieces immediately.

But the experience and habits developed from years of working as a harpist helped the widow regain her calm and restraint.

"Why, you don't think that you can stand in front of me again because of your own efforts and luck?

Don't be naive!

Whether it's you or me, we are just pawns manipulated and played by more powerful beings.

It's just that I have embarked on the path of resistance, and at the same time I have gained enough strength to fight against it.

But you are still just lowly ants.

The so-called destiny, in its essence, is nothing more than the interference of the strong in the behavior and even thoughts of the weak.

Especially those gods who claim to be always right but are actually selfish and narrow-minded, always eager to transform mortals into what they expect.

Don't care what mortals think or whether this is what they desire.

Now I can understand and feel this clearly.

If you don't want to be a pawn, you must transcend the limits of mortals and become one of the gods.

But the funny thing is that your sons of God have been born with talents that are unattainable by mortals, but most of them have been wasted.

I'm just taking away some things you don't need, what's wrong with that?"

There was no trace of regret or guilt on Erinikas' face, instead he acted as if it was a matter of course.

From this guy, one can clearly feel the arrogance and conceit of the elves' upper ruling class, as well as their extreme ideology of not considering other short-lived races as human beings.

They even think that humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, orcs and other ignorant and inferior races are only fit to be vassals and slaves of the elves.

This is exactly the same as when the giant dragons that dominated the continent also viewed the elves as "two-legged beasts" at the beginning.

The most important thing is that this idea has been the consensus of the entire elven community for a long time and has lasted for thousands of years.

It was not until the rise of several powerful human magical civilizations such as Netheril and Imaskar that these imperialist pointy-eared people who were keen on war, expansion and domination gradually began to become "kind".

Perhaps this transformation process is directly related to the betrayal, division and decline of the dark elves, which caused the elven god Corellon to hate evil very much.

But more often than not, humans are becoming increasingly powerful, forcing them to behave a little more "kindly".

Otherwise, if a full-scale racial war breaks out, without the intervention of the gods, given the human population base and fertility rate, humans may be able to withstand several, dozens or even dozens of failures.

But the elves only need to fail once to be wiped out.

"So what you're saying is that everything we encountered on this adventure was arranged and not the result of our free will?"

Sancho narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person very cautiously.

As the Son of Baal who was closest to the quasi-god in the team, he undoubtedly sensed the divine power released by the powerful elven high wizard in front of him, as well as the brilliant divine sparks that continued to shine in his soul.

Different from the traditional route of most mortals to deification, Erinikas did not choose those complicated and difficult philosophical concepts when he spiritualized himself.

Instead, he simply and crudely transformed all the resentment, anger, and hatred in his heart into a strong motivation for revenge.

This means that if he were to go one step further and become a demigod, he would most likely be a god of vengeance, and might even be a god of revenge specifically targeting the elves and gods.

Unfortunately, the potential of the priesthood of vengeance is very limited in Faerun, a place full of powerful divine power.

Just look at the god of vengeance, Hall, to understand this.

After all, he controls the three divine offices of revenge, retribution, and fair reward and punishment, but he is not very popular and has remained a demigod with weak divine power for many years.

Those mortals who yearn for true fairness and justice will inevitably choose to seek help from Tyr, the god of justice, while the evil camp would rather worship more powerful evil gods such as Bane and Shar.

At worst, you can make a deal with the devil, or simply make crazy sacrifices to summon the devil...

Either way would definitely be more effective and quicker than praying to the god of vengeance, Hoar.

But Erinikas, who had gone completely crazy, obviously didn't care about these.

He was staring at the boy not far away with a slightly amused look. After more than ten seconds, he asked meaningfully, "What do you think free will is? Is it the choice and decision you make after thinking for yourself?

How do you know that these thoughts, choices and decisions are truly your own thoughts, rather than being misled by a large amount of information deliberately leaked by others?

Or is it influenced by emotions, interests, or values? Your mentor is especially good at this.

And he is also one of the behind-the-scenes participants and manipulators of the whole thing.

Every intelligent creature believes that its will and soul are unique.

But in fact, they were just mass-produced in a place called the Castle of Souls in the positive energy plane, and then sent to various planes to become the original life.

Never think you are special.

Because whether it is us, or those alien creatures, elemental creatures and gods, at the beginning we were just a tiny soul from the Castle of Souls.

So in my opinion, the so-called free will is a false proposition.

In many cases, the concept of self is influenced by too many objective factors, environment, instinct, desire, and growth experience.

What you think of as free will is actually just the result of performing a script on a predetermined stage.

There is no freedom in the world. We are all puppets and slaves manipulated by more powerful forces.

It's like a cycle that progresses layer by layer and is endlessly entangled.

In the mortal realm, kings, lords, wizards and warriors with great power can interfere with the fate of civilians to some extent, and even decide their life and death.

They can rise to the extraordinary realm, where demons, devils, celestial beings, and gods can interfere with the fate of kings, lords, powerful wizards, and warriors, and determine the destination of their souls after death.

Further up there are planes of will that are more powerful than the gods themselves, and can instantly kill the high gods, no matter how powerful they are.

The will of the planes, especially the outer planes, is constructed by the thoughts, cognitions, and souls of countless mortals who are reincarnated after death.

This means that whether we like it or not, we must accept that we are part of this great cosmic cycle system.

You can't surpass it, nor can you change it. You can only improve your position as much as possible within the rules.

Becoming God is the only way to escape being manipulated.

Look at me now!

I have completely recovered everything that was once taken away from me by the elven gods, and I have also gained the right to have an equal dialogue with them."

Having said this, Erinikas paused deliberately, glanced at Aberdare and Imon with contempt, and then took the initiative to extend his right hand to the boy: "Dear Sancho, I think you, who are infinitely close to being a quasi-god, should understand what I am saying.

Now I formally invite you.

And I sincerely hope that you can join me in embarking on this road of transcendence that is full of thorns and challenges.

I can help you cross that threshold and become a true god, thus completely breaking free from Soth's control.

Compared to the other foolish sons of Bhaal, you are the only one qualified to seize the Blood Throne and become the new God of Murder.

As long as we join forces, we will surely stir up a storm among the gods."

moment!

The air around them suddenly became heavy.

Including Aberdare and Jaheira, everyone turned their attention to Sancho, the strongest member of the team.

They knew that if the boy chose to betray them at this time, then let revenge alone, they might not even be able to leave alive.

What is even more frightening is that Sancho, the person involved, had no expression on his face, as if he was really seriously considering the pros and cons of forming an alliance with the other party.

As time passed, everyone became more and more nervous.

About two or three minutes later, the boy sneered and shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested in your invitation.

To be exact, I don't want to form an alliance with a mentally ill lunatic, and I don't think you can be a match for the elven gods.

It seems to me that your crazy plan has no chance of success at all.

And I can tell the difference between exercise and control.”

"That's a shame. In that case, let's begin this battle that will determine our mutual fate. As long as I kill you all, I can continue on my path and accomplish an unprecedented feat."

As he spoke, Erinikas raised his hands high and suddenly shot out a spell infused with divine power.

Boom!!! The nearest Aberdale flew out in response, with almost half of his body torn apart by the violent energy explosion, revealing large areas of blood-red muscles, internal organs, and white bones.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be killed on the spot.

But he miraculously began to regenerate, and in just a few seconds he was mostly recovered.

As the divine power and divinity in their bodies began to be directly connected with the Blood Throne, the power of all the Sons of Bhaal grew rapidly in a short period of time.

Although the previous killer form also had regenerative abilities, it was obviously not as abnormal as the one in front of him.

"Imoen! Pay attention to the counterspell! Don't let him cast the spell so easily!"

Sancho quickly completed the eight-ring spell [Chain Dispel] and stripped away several protective magics from the enemy.

Unfortunately, this did not cause any trouble at all to Erinikas, who had already become a quasi-god.

Just one second later, he used his divine power to create a divine shield that could not be dispelled by ordinary spells within the ninth ring.

What's even worse is that neither Sancho nor Imoen dared to use time-stopping spells to buy more time.

The reason is simple! The divine spark ignited by Erinikas is enough to make him immune to a series of powerful magics that are regarded as killer weapons by mages, including time stop, imprisonment, and transformation.

fortunately!

Just when he was losing ground in the spell battle, the injured Aberdare finally recovered and fought back.

His killer form suddenly expanded several times in size, and a large amount of black and red plasma-like substance flowed out from the gaps in the tough stratum corneum on the surface of his skin.

This sticky liquid absorbed all of the two divine attack spells released by Erinikas, and he pounced on it and bit the divine shield wrapped around his body like a mad dog.

Since there was no more constant energy supply from the Tree of Life, the shield quickly weakened and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, the strength of the divine shield ability is determined by the level of divinity.

Erinikas is only a quasi-god. Normally, he should not be able to possess such extraordinary divine power. He relies entirely on the energy he draws to forcibly display it.

The main reason why it was indestructible and could repair itself automatically was because it was replenished by the Tree of Life.

Now that those bugs that extract energy are gone, it will inevitably become very fragile.

What's more, the attacks of the Son of Baal in the killer form will also carry a little divine power.

"Get away! You stupid beast!"

Erinikas raised his hand and instantly unleashed a Bigbai flying palm strike, knocking Aberdare away.

Just when he was about to turn around to deal with Sancho, who posed the greatest threat, he suddenly realized that he could no longer find any trace of the boy.

Invisible?

Teleportation? Or dimension jumping?

Erinikas immediately wanted to cast a divination spell to find the other party.

However, Aimon successfully countered several consecutive spells.

If there is one ability that this cheerful girl has honed to perfection, it must be non-spell countering.

Especially during her adventure in the Underdark, she not only fought against monsters like beholders and mind flayers that were born with powerful magical abilities, but she also had a magic confrontation with the dark elf wizards in which she was outnumbered.

Coupled with the Son of God's terrifying talent, Imoen is now a very terrifying spellcaster.

Although it may not be able to pose a real threat to Erinikas, it is definitely enough to cause him some trouble.

"You ignorant little girl! You've pissed me off!"

Erinikas turned around suddenly and shot out a fist made of force field from the magic storage ring on his finger.

Imoen failed to react in time and was hit by the huge fist on the spot, following in Aberdare's footsteps.

Moreover, before it hit the ground, the fist turned into a big hand and pinned it to the ground, squeezing it.

The glaring blood immediately flowed out from the corners of the eyes, mouth, nose and other places, and occasionally the crisp sound of broken bones could be heard.

Judging from its power, it should be the eighth-ring spell [Bigbai Vajra Fist].

"Imoen?!"

Seeing that the girl was so seriously injured, Jaheira, as an "old mother", suddenly became extremely nervous. Without saying a word, she rushed over and cast a healing spell.

This is undoubtedly a very dangerous move.

Because Erinikas could at any time turn the force field that bound Imoen around and attack her.

Fortunately, Erinikas had now shifted his attention to the priest Viconia. He looked at the dark elf who had been sent to monitor him with interest, and asked with a sneer, "Are you sure you want to be my enemy too? Or do you have some hidden mission, or is that guy using your eyes to observe everything?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

Viconia was not afraid at all because the other party had become a quasi-god. Instead, she raised her chin slightly and looked at him without avoiding.

Of course, the reason why she dared to do this was entirely because she felt that the great devil Zuo Si, who was the source of her faith, had suddenly injected a huge flood of hell energy for some reason.

In just a few seconds, the entire body of this elf, who originally had long silver-white hair and black skin with a slight blue glow, began to change.

First, its originally petite body swelled to over 1.8 meters. Red, blue, and silver scales covered its entire body. A pair of huge dragon wings spread out behind it, and there was a dragon-like tail behind its buttocks.

As for the head, a pair of small horns grew, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets also emitted a dazzling red light.

The most important thing is that Viconia was endowed with Zuo Si's abilities to a certain extent, just like the [God's possession] among the supernatural powers.

Simply put, it means infusing a part of one's own power into the body of a mortal object, making it an external extension of oneself.

The most typical one is the saint form.

However, Zuo Si obviously only infused strength but not consciousness, so the body was still controlled by Viconia herself.

"Soth! Do you want to break the contract we signed earlier?"

Erinikas obviously felt a great threat and immediately tried to talk to Zuo Si directly.

Upon seeing this, Viconia immediately pursed her lips into a playful expression, and said jokingly, "Are you scared now?

Weren't you very arrogant just now?

As long as you don't provoke me, I won't join the fight, but will choose to watch.

For it is not I who will defeat you, but Sancho, Aberdare, and Imon, the three sons of Bhaal.

Especially Sancho, I think you will soon understand how special he is."

As the last word came out of her mouth, Viconia put on an elegant posture, put one hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and then began to slowly back away.

Although she had clearly expressed her position, Erinikas obviously did not dare to take it lightly and remained on high alert.

This obviously gave Sancho, who was hiding in the dark, a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack.

After confirming the remaining protective spells repeatedly on the enemy, the boy carefully took off all his magic equipment and marked them in place. Then he took a deep breath and jumped out from the gap between the material world and the shadow plane. He instantly injected divine power and completed the nine-ring magic [Great Disintegration].

As a quasi-god, Erinikas's perception was undoubtedly very sharp. He turned around almost instantly and prepared to cast a spell to deal with the sneak attack.

But when he saw the light of the great decomposition of divine power, the expression on his face instantly became extremely shocked, and even had a little fear and panic.

After all, the Great Sundering itself already has a relatively low probability of destroying artifacts and divine protections, not to mention that this version is infused with divine power.

Just a moment!

The gem on the magic ring worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins on Erinikas's finger shattered with a snap, and the runes engraved on the inside released an astonishing amount of heat that burned his skin.

Following closely were bracelets, amulets, belts, pants, cloaks, boots, and the dimensional bag, wand, and scroll box hanging around the waist...

In short, almost nothing with magic was spared. They were either destroyed on the spot or suppressed and could not be used for a short period of time.

What’s even worse is that the Great Splitting also destroyed the protective magic that was previously cast, causing him to become completely “naked”.

not good!

Erinikas had rich combat experience and realized what the boy wanted to do at once. He immediately prepared to cast a teleportation magic, first to create distance and then slowly replenish defenses to fight a war of attrition.

It’s a pity that Sancho had already prepared and didn’t give him this opportunity at all.

The moment the instant teleportation was activated, the anti-magic force field instantly took effect with him as the center.

The result was that the portal disappeared right after it was opened.

"My mentor once taught me that a qualified mage must prepare at least two plans to deal with close combat.

One set is used to deal with the enemy's close-range attacks, and the other is used to deal with those powerful enemies that cannot be defeated by magic.

Now I sincerely hope that you have a backup plan like this too.

Otherwise it would be very disappointing.”

As Sancho spoke, he transformed into a killer form and rushed towards Erinikas with the anti-magic force field emanating from himself.

Needless to say, this was the battle plan he had thought about over and over again on how to defeat an elven high wizard.

If it was a competition of consumption, experience, spell slots and the number of magic items, the team might be able to rely on the Son of Bhaal's powerful recovery ability to win the final victory, but they would also suffer huge losses.

But now, he just needs to start a righteous gang fight.

Boom! Faced with the killer's amazing strength and speed, Erinikas, who had lost his ability to cast spells, had no chance to escape. He was grabbed by the right leg and smashed against the trunk of the Tree of Life.

In an instant, blood mixed with flying wood chips splattered everywhere.

Although during his long life, Erinikas had practiced the elegant, agile, swift and light swordsmanship of the elves when he was young, he was not completely defenseless in close combat.

But the problem is that it also depends on who the enemy is.

If they were ordinary robbers and bandits, he could certainly take care of a few of them with a swing of his sword.

But if the Son of Bhaal were to change into the killer form, he would definitely not be able to fight back at all.

In desperation, Erinikas could only use divine power to give himself the level of a warrior, and then create a weapon out of thin air. He gave up the magic that he was best at, and wrestled with Sancho in close combat.

It has to be said that the strange scene of the two legendary wizards suddenly stopping their spell battle and starting hand-to-hand combat really surprised the other people around them.

But soon, Imoen and Aberdare realized that this was a great opportunity, and immediately rushed forward to join the righteous fight.

Even Minsk took the opportunity to swing his massive adamantium sword and slashed several times.

Perhaps Erinikas could suppress all the spellcasters in the team by himself in a spell battle, but he would never be able to fight against three Sons of Bhaal who had transformed into killers at the same time in close combat.

In just a few minutes, his body became riddled with holes, and the life energy that had been accumulated in his body and had not had time to be transformed into divine power continued to flow out of the wounds.

"No! No! No! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! I am God! How could you guys possibly defeat me!"

The huge gap between psychological expectations and reality made Erinikas begin to become frightened.

After all, he had never been a warrior, nor had he experienced countless battles, injuries, and near-death experiences. He also did not have the warrior's strong willpower to face death.

The more injured he was, the more nervous he became, and the more nervous he became, the less able he was to bring out his strengths and advantages.

This is true even if he has been given a very high warrior level through divine power.

In this respect, Erinikas couldn't even compare to Aberdare, who preferred to think with his lower body.

At least the latter has never retreated in any battle, and always faces challenges head-on no matter how strong the opponent is.

Even though I may not win every time, at least I have the awareness of being a warrior, which is very important.

"God? Even if you are a god, you cannot avoid death today. I will kill you with my own hands and take back everything you have taken from me."

Aberdare stuck out his tongue and licked his blood-stained paw.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he found that every time he tore Erinikas' body apart, his strength would increase.

Moreover, the regeneration rate of wounds is also increased exponentially.

Before, it took seven or eight seconds to recover from a hit, but now it only takes two or three seconds.

"Stop talking nonsense! Get rid of him quickly! I don't want anything to go wrong again."

Sancho urged impatiently.

It was unclear why, but the boy always felt that something was wrong, as if some evil force was approaching.

"Got it! I'll dig his heart out right now!"

As he spoke, Aberdair rushed forward at lightning speed, his right claw turned into a shadow and pierced into Erinikas' chest with a "puff", and then pulled out the opponent's beating heart bit by bit.

However, he did not rush to cut off the blood vessel, but let it connect to the atrium. He grinned and said in a hateful tone: "Remember, this is the price you have to pay for provoking me. For Danahei! And for Khalid and those innocent people you killed!"

"It is really ironic that you said this, Son of Baal, who brought disaster, killing, turmoil and death to the whole world."

Realizing that he had lost the battle of fate, Erinikas uttered a final taunt.

Although I am a little unwilling, losing is losing, there is nothing to complain about.

Maybe going to hell is a good option.

At least there is a high probability of being transformed into a relatively high-level devil.

"Shut up! Go to hell!"

Aberdare pulled violently, breaking the blood vessel connecting to the atrium on the spot, and the gushing blood sprayed all over his body.

The moment Erinikas' body fell on his back, all the remaining divine power and divinity in his body began to flow into Aberdair's body, even the energy drawn from the Tree of Life was no exception.

What's even more bizarre is that the Son of Bhaal, who endured all this, floated in the air in the shape of a large letter "L" and looked up at the sky.

After about seven or eight seconds, a blood-red line appeared out of thin air above his head.

Immediately afterwards, a huge crack appeared in the sky as if it was torn apart by some evil force.

On the other side of the rift, there was a skeletal chair covered in blood. On the top of the throne back stood a mark with blood spots floating around a skull.

Anyone who has some knowledge of religion can clearly recognize that this is the throne of Baal, the god of murder.

The atmosphere of naked and undisguised display of violence, killing and death had an impact on the animals within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

Whether they were herbivores or carnivores, they all began to bite and kill frantically, dyeing the entire forest blood red.

Before the other members of the team could react, blood gushed out from the other side, directly covering everyone.

The dead Erinikas stood up again as if he had been resurrected from the dead. There were neither eyeballs nor pupils in his eye sockets, but they were filled with blood-red liquid.

As for Sancho and others, they looked like dead, lying on the ground with no heartbeat or breathing.

To be precise, their souls have been sucked into the kingdom of Baal, and are undergoing the final trial, decisive battle, and transformation.

Only the victorious party can return from the world of death and gain the power that truly belongs to God.

"As expected of Baal, the God of Murder, he can still make such a big noise even after his death."

Spider goddess Rose, who had been watching the show for a while, stroked her chin with a playful expression.

But Zuo Si responded nonchalantly: "He is just a guy who is unwilling to die and wants to use his offspring for a final attempt at resurrection. I guarantee that no matter what he is planning, it will not succeed in the end."

"You want to stop Baal's resurrection plan?"

Rose raised her head with a strange light in her eyes.

"It's not that I want to, but I'm already doing it. Otherwise, why do you think I'm intervening in the fight between the sons of Bhaal? Is it just for fun?"

While speaking, Zuo Si glanced at the crack above his head and the Tree of Life that was still withering under his feet.

Obviously, Baal did not stop while he was ahead as in the original plot, but for some unknown reason, he planned to directly squeeze out the last bit of energy from the tree.

What is even more incomprehensible is that the elven gods actually had no reaction at all from beginning to end, allowing the other party to cause trouble on their own territory.

No wonder that after the main group of elves retreated back to Evermeet, both humans and orcs dared to kill these former overlords, and even openly captured slaves and carried out a series of brutal acts including rape, abuse, and massacre.

"Be careful, Baal, the God of Murder, is not an easy character to deal with. Especially after he absorbed so much energy from the Tree of Life."

Rose gave a warning in a kindly tone.

"It doesn't matter. Even if he is resurrected by force, it can't change the inevitable outcome. At worst, I can just kill him again."

While saying this, Zuo Si gently placed his hand on the hilt of the Sword of the Void, obviously wanting to test the sword.

"God-killing?"

Rose obviously noticed this action and immediately used her divine perception to confirm the characteristics of the weapon, but in the end she sensed nothing.

The seal on the scabbard alone completely isolates it from the outside world.

She couldn't confirm whether this was just a bluff or whether they had really created a terrifying weapon capable of destroying gods.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Rose did not choose to continue to dwell on this issue, but took the initiative to change the subject.

"Someone asked me to give you a gift."

"Oh? Then what are you waiting for? Take it out now."

Zuo Si extended his right hand without hesitation.

"Don't be so anxious. This gift cannot enter Toril. I need to give it to you in another world." Rose hinted calmly.

Other worlds?

Zuo Si instantly recalled the incident in which a projection of him was forcibly summoned to the Gray Eagle world, and he immediately understood the other party's unspoken subtext.

It turns out that those dark elves were not just doing things because they had nothing to do after eating, but they were instructed by the goddess of their faith.

After figuring this out, he immediately probed with an expectant tone: "What about the location? You should at least give me an address to meet, instead of letting me wander around aimlessly."

Rose patiently explained: "The reason why I didn't give you the address is for safety reasons.

You have no idea how dangerous and precious this gift is, and how many eyes are secretly watching and eager to get it.

When it comes to trading, we must be careful, careful, and careful again.

If I remember correctly, you as a planeswalker have the ability to travel between different planes and even universes at any time, right?

Does this mean that as long as your projection gets it, it is equivalent to you getting it yourself? "

"Absolutely."

Zuo Si gave a very straightforward affirmative answer.

Although the projection cannot inherit the power of the Master's Spark, it can serve as a precise coordinate point for teleportation.

"Okay, I understand. Give me some time to prepare. It won't be long before you get what you want."

After saying that, Rose disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

After watching the Spider Goddess leave, Zuo Si immediately summoned his most trusted follower.

In the blink of an eye, the Flame Dragon Knight Davian teleported over a long distance from the border between Southern Kalinshan and Tesser.

He first looked around and found no enemies before asking in an uncertain tone, "Master, do you have any instructions?"

"What's the situation with the Son of Baal?" Zuo Si asked straight to the point.

"Well...how should I put it, the situation is a little bit delicate.

As you summon, violent surges of energy appear in many places.

Based on the surveillance of the nearby wizard tower, it can be basically confirmed that a passage leading to an outer plane inclined to evil has been opened.

Many of the surviving sons of Baal have become more powerful than before due to the surge of energy, and are also extra evil, cruel, and bloodthirsty. "

Davian didn't dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

"You mean, all the Sons of Bhaal are empowered?"

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise, and at the same time realized that things might not be that simple. It must be the dead god of murder who was causing trouble.

Davian nodded seriously, "I'm afraid so.

Additionally, a powerful son of Bhaal named Shandai is secretly gathering an army.

She already has a very large slave army under her command, as well as elite dark elves and a number of mind flayers and beholders loyal to her.

I don't know if she's planning on attacking other sons of Bhaal, or if she's taking an interest in the West Coast Empire you founded.

In the mountains where lava flows, adventurers also see groups of fire giants ready to go.

I have a feeling that things are going to get pretty bad.”

"Agathula, Xindai, are you unable to hold back any longer?"

Zuo Si accurately pronounced the names of two of the "Five Clan".

From Davian's description, it can be judged that this connection to the Blood Throne does not only occur in Aberdare, but also occurs near almost all surviving Sons of Bhaal.

But what he couldn't understand was why the God of Murder did this? You know, all that was Baal's power.

If he consumes too much, his divine power level will inevitably drop drastically after he dies and is resurrected.

"Master, do we need to make some corresponding preparations? For example, let Wilmes try it out first?" Davidian suggested.

Zuo Si thought for a moment and quickly shook his head: "There is no need to do this for the time being.

Because I am not sure whether Wilmes can really defeat these sons of Baal who have just been strengthened and may have become quasi-gods or even demigods.

And they may not necessarily be coming for the empire, they may also be coming for each other.

By the way, what is Melissa doing now? "

Zuo Si has always paid special attention to this ruthless character who successfully backstabbed Baal and almost became a goddess.

Davian answered without hesitation: "She has been trying to contact Balthazar recently. I don't know what they talked about. According to the spies' reports, they seem to be quite wary of each other."

"Well, it seems I have to go talk to this crazy monk. Please help keep an eye on the bodies of Sancho and others for a few days."

After saying this, Zuo Si opened the portal and disappeared on the spot.

(End of this chapter)