The gorgeous bathroom was filled with steam, and the slightly dim lighting made everything around look hazy.

Zuo Si was lying in a huge pool at this moment, feeling the hot spring gushing out from under the Silver Moon City Palace. Every muscle and every cell in his body seemed to relax.

There is no doubt that there is nothing more enjoyable than soaking in warm water after a long journey and battle in the wild.

Especially the bathroom in the Silvermoon City Palace, which was specially built to be very luxurious in order to cater to Alustriel's special hobby of taking a bath and inviting friends and lovers to take a bath together.

Whether it is the magic lamps hanging on the walls, the several separate large bathtubs, or the lounge chairs placed in the water, all of them prove how much Ms. Hope loves taking a bath.

There would even be maids bringing in alcoholic drinks and food for those taking the bath to replenish their energy.

Of course, I can’t explain in too much detail why you need to replenish your energy when taking a bath. Those who understand will understand.

Anyway, Zuo Si doesn't need to replenish his strength for the time being.

To be exact, he wasn't even in the same pool as Elastro, but was at least seven or eight meters away from him.

Through the hazy white steam, you can vaguely see the other person's slender figure looming in the mist, full of temptation that cannot be described in words.

Coupled with her sincerity, gentleness, tolerance, maturity and wisdom, the voters of this magical goddess simply satisfy all the beautiful fantasies of men about the opposite sex.

It is no wonder that so many people are crazy about Alustriel. Even Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon, once fell in love with her.

Unfortunately, Zuo Si knew very well that this female "Sea Queen" would never give up the entire forest for a tree.

Her biggest problem is her overly "philanthropic" character.

According to legend, Alustriel once collected a magical portrait of Drizzt Do'Urden, a famous dark elf ranger in the North.

As for what exactly was done with this portrait, only she herself knows.

So in Zuo Si's opinion, Elastro might be a good friend and lover, but he is definitely not suitable to live together for a long time.

Of course, there are exceptions such as those who have a cuckold complex and like to find excitement from it.

In this regard, Trist's choice is definitely the wisest.

Although he also had a good impression of the Queen of Silvermoon City, he was always very clear that with his sensitive identity, he could never be worthy of her.

Just as Zuo Si was silently thinking about what the future of the North would be like, Alustriel on the other side suddenly asked: "Sos, what are your plans for the future? Or what goals do you want to achieve?"

"Plan? If you mean the actions in the Nelanther Islands, Baldur's Gate, and Luskan, the original idea was just to make money to buy those ridiculously expensive precious magic materials. In short, it's to make money. Other than that, I don't have any political intentions or ambitions."

Zuo Si obviously understood what the Queen of Silvermoon City wanted to know, and gave a clear answer without hesitation.

In fact, with the opening up of the New World, he was no longer as enthusiastic about Vanessa's original idea of ​​controlling the maritime trade on the west coast of Faerun as he had been before.

Because it is easy to make a fortune by simply getting some sugar, salt, luxury goods, condiments, spices, silk, cloth, special steel and other things from the earth in the industrial age.

Moreover, when buying things there, Zuo Si would always directly "borrow" the amount of money he needed from drug lords, warlords, and gangsters, without any cost at all.

However, now that the framework of the entire organization and sphere of influence has been established, the liches, their apprentices, and subordinates are all benefiting from it, so it is not easy to stop it directly.

Otherwise, Zuo Si wouldn't even bother to fight this battle with the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan.

"Don't you want to build an ideal country according to your ideas? With your intelligence and ability, it should be easy for you to make the people under your rule live a rich and comfortable life, right?" Elastro asked with interest while lying beside the bath.

"Wealthy and comfortable? Hahahaha!"

Zuo Si couldn't help but burst into laughter, and responded while laughing: "It may not be difficult to be rich, but it is impossible to be comfortable.

Because human desires are endless.

When a person is extremely hungry, perhaps a piece of bread, a grilled fish, or even a bowl of stale leftovers will make him feel extremely satisfied and happy after eating it.

But if a person is full, even if the delicacies from land and sea are placed in front of him, he will not be able to eat too much.

On the contrary, after meeting the most basic survival and security needs, people will further desire spiritual satisfaction, such as various types of entertainment.

When all the above needs are met, they will go further and want social status and political power.

I heard that you are the first person in Silvermoon City's history to be successfully elected as the Supreme Mage through a nationwide vote.

Then I believe you should know best how terrible and ridiculous it is to let civilians who lack sufficient foresight, knowledge and wisdom decide who the supreme leader is through voting.

And these people are very easy to be instigated.

Often, just a tiny spark can immediately trigger a large-scale riot.

In other words, they often don't know what they are doing. They just follow some rumors blindly and quickly, and they lack independent judgment.

Not to mention using similar methods to decide important policies of a city-state or even a country.

That is why I say that ruling is a very troublesome, time-consuming and laborious task.

The ideal situation is for a small group of elites who can understand the suffering of the people to exercise centralized rule and keep the common people away from the political sphere that they do not understand at all as much as possible, so as to ensure the stability of the entire city-state and even the country.

Only by maintaining stability can society develop steadily, and at the same time the poorest people can obtain income sufficient to support their families.

You have done very well in this regard.

Silvermoon City's one and a half century of stability has allowed most of the citizens here to accumulate considerable wealth.

When civilians have money, they will have purchasing power, which in turn will form a prosperous and stable market, attracting merchants from other places.

Over time, there was a steady flow of trade and taxation.

To be honest, Silvermoon City is the city with the least internal conflicts that I have seen in the continent of Faerun.

Except for the fact that there are too many high-level mages and it is difficult to manage, everything here seems so perfect."

"Thank you for the compliments. But compared to these compliments, I would rather hear you point out the shortcomings and areas for improvement. From the rapid rise of the Nelanther Islands, I find that you seem to have very unique insights in this regard."

There is no doubt that, unlike voters like Khelben and Elminster who are not too keen on getting involved in politics, Alustriel is a person with clear political ambitions.

Perhaps this was because she witnessed the fall of the famous elven city of Myth Drannor (also known as Cormanthor) when she was young, so she wanted to build a city or even a country like that throughout her life.

The best proof of this is the huge and complex barrier inside Silvermoon City, which is like an elven magic maze.

For Alustriel, magic and the power of the elect are merely tools for him to realize his political ambitions, and the latter is the most important.

Compared to magical knowledge, she prefers to hear some advanced ideas and systems about governing the country.

As long as the suggestions can make Silvermoon City more prosperous and wealthy and strengthen the ties between the towns in the Silvermoon Alliance, she will be happy to listen and give generous rewards.

In this way, the two chatted "frankly" in the bathroom for more than three hours, and then walked out with a feeling of unsatisfied desire.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zuo Si always felt that the maid standing outside the door looked at him in a strange and weird way.

After he led his team out of Silvermoon City, rumors immediately spread among the maids that Soth, the chosen one of both the Goddess of Poison and Disease and the Goddess of Magic, could satisfy Her Majesty the Queen in the bathroom for more than three hours.

You have to know that most people come out looking tired within half an hour.

Without using magic, anyone who can persist for an hour can be considered "gifted".

Moreover, Zuo Si still looks so young and has a promising future.

Of course, Zuo Si certainly couldn't hear these rumors.

Because when he was about to return after completing his journey to the north, he was blocked by Erinikas on a country road outside Silvermoon City.

It goes without saying that Erinikas first went to Neverwinter but didn't find anyone, and then chased him all the way from Neverwinter to Silvermoon City.

Looking at the great elf wizard standing in front of him, Zuo Si immediately asked with a hint of curiosity: "Why don't you stay in the underground temple to study the saints of Amaunator? Why did you come all the way to see me?"

"I want to study that artifact scepter."

Erinikas stated his purpose without any further ado.

"The artifact scepter? Sorry, we already had an agreement between us. The artifact belongs to me, and the saint belongs to you. So I will not hand over the scepter to you, so give up this idea as soon as possible." Zuo Si refused bluntly.

What a joke! The artifact is now fully charged, and its terrifying power is enough to threaten even the battle incarnation of God.

If I hand it over at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving the other party a trump card that can threaten my life?

What's more, the magical knowledge and unique skills of the elves in Erinikas's mind had long been drained, and there was no value in trading at all.

"Make an offer."

Irenicus obviously has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and is still trying to achieve his goals through transactions.

But Zuo Si shook his head firmly: "I told you, it's impossible. No matter what the conditions are, I will never give you the artifact for research. Unless... you plan to go to war with me!"

As the last word came out of his mouth, his eyes suddenly became very dangerous and aggressive.

"Why? It's just a divine weapon that has exhausted its energy. Besides, I don't want to take it for myself. I just want to use it as a reference for studying the nature of divine power." Erinikas questioned with a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't want to explain this, and I have no need or obligation to explain it to you. No means no, there is no room for negotiation."

When Zuo Si said this, his tone was unquestionable.

His attitude immediately made Erinikas feel incomprehensible, and he immediately narrowed his eyes, trying to find the answer from the subtle changes in his expression and attitude.

But in the end, nothing was gained.

Even if he racked his brains, Erinikas would never have imagined that Zuo Si could go to another world to collect the power of faith and then charge the artifact scepter.

The two looked at each other in silence for about half a minute. The former took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He asked in a low voice: "Besides the saint of Amaunator and that artifact, do you know anything else related to God that is worth studying?"

"Of course! But the question is, can you afford the price now?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully.

"What do you want?"

Ernicus obviously learned his lesson this time and did not rush to make offers.

"It's very simple. Help me capture five fire giants who can grant mortals three wishes. Remember, every fire giant must have the ability to grant three wishes, not one less."

Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he offered a price that could definitely be described as "insane".

You have to know that fire giants are not good guys and women. They are very aggressive and invasive, and very good at escaping.

Even for a legendary wizard like Erinikas, it would be very difficult to capture one, let alone five.

Furthermore, the five fire giants can grant a total of fifteen wishes.

Needless to say, Zuo Si intends to use this method to improve his two most important basic attributes, intelligence and perception.

According to his current understanding of the wishing technique, this nearly omnipotent magic can increase a basic attribute by a maximum of five points, and it must be done in one go.

This means that if you want to increase it to the theoretical maximum value, you must consume five ninth-ring spell slots at once, as well as a large amount of expensive spell materials and mana.

But the wish granted by the fire giant is different, it does not require the wisher to consume anything.

But the disadvantage is that the fire giant cannot use the wish magic on itself, and can only grant it to other mortals.

Each fire giant can give a mortal up to three opportunities to make a wish.

So in theory, as long as there are five fire giants, and they are summoned every day to make a collective wish, one of the basic attributes can reach the highest bonus.

Hearing such an outrageous condition, Erinikas immediately clenched his fists in anger and questioned through gritted teeth: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I just put forward my own conditions. It's your choice whether to agree or not. Anyway, when you give me five sealed magic bottles containing fire giants, I will tell you what else in this world can be used to study the essence of gods."

After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, directly opened a portal and led the team through it and returned to the Mage Tower in Askatla.

Watching the portal gradually shrink and eventually disappear, Erinikas's anger finally erupted. He suddenly raised his hand and shot out a dissociation ray, which disintegrated a piece of hard stone not far away into powder. He growled in a low voice: "Asshole! Just wait! The moment I become a god, I will come back to settle this account with you."

However, despite cursing and roaring, he finally used the teleportation method to go to the Elemental Plane of Fire to look for the trace of the Fire Giant.

There is no way, when you are under someone's roof you have to bow your head.

Most importantly, Erinikas was not sure whether he could defeat Zuo Si, the voter, if a fight really came to that.

So after careful consideration, he finally chose to swallow his anger for the time being.

But what Irenikas didn't know was that while he was busy exploring the extremely harsh environment of the Fire Elemental Plane, his own nest had already caught fire.

In the underground temple that originally belonged to Amaunator, a group of demon worshippers wearing black robes, hoods and bone masks were gathering here to prepare for a sacrificial ceremony to summon demons.

In order to summon the most powerful demon in the Abyss, they not only obtained a name written in the Abyss language, but also kidnapped a large number of living people as sacrifices.

Now, this once sacred temple has been completely defiled by blood and death.

Six girls, symbolizing purity, had their heads chopped off in an extremely cruel manner and placed in six corners.

Their headless and naked bodies were laid sideways to form a strange pattern.

In the center of the pattern, the blood gathered into a small pool.

In addition, there were at least thirty humans, halflings, and half-elves imprisoned in cages in the back.

Several of the humans were wearing clothes with holy emblems and marks of gods, and they were obviously clergymen from the major temples in the city.

In order to fulfill their twisted wishes, these devil worshippers even planned to sacrifice the priests of the gods to please the devil.

The leading man in black saw that everything was ready and immediately shouted to his men, "Let's get started! Bring up all the sacrifices!"

"No! No! No! Let me go! Let me go! I can give you money! I'm willing to pay any ransom!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman or a nobleman struggled desperately, his face full of pleading.

After witnessing the other party's cruelty with his own eyes, his psychological defenses collapsed instantly and he was willing to pay any price to survive.

But unfortunately, devil worshippers are usually not in their right minds.

They clearly prefer power to money.

So after struggling for a while, the middle-aged man was forced to sit next to the blood pool in the middle.

Before he could shout out how much property he had, his neck was chopped off by an axe. Blood instantly gushed out from the aorta, splattering everywhere.

"Great God of Justice Tyr, please save us."

"Lord of the Morning! Your humble followers need help now!"

“Ah ...

…

For a moment, all the captives who were still conscious were stunned by the extremely bloody and cruel scene before them.

Because they realize that these cruel and violent devil worshippers want to kill everyone.

However, the leader of the devil worshippers obviously did not care about the reactions of the captives. He continued to command his men in an orderly manner, bringing people up one by one and beheading them.

Every time a living person's blood flows into the blood pool, the magic circles on the ground drawn with the blood and corpses of pure girls will become brighter.

When the last captive was forcibly sacrificed, the entire temple of Amaunator was shrouded in an extremely chaotic and evil atmosphere.

The foul breath from the abyss was released almost undisguisedly from the middle, corroding the spirit, thoughts, consciousness, and even the soul of these demon worshippers.

Although strictly speaking, the Abyss and Hell are the most evil of the lower planes.

But compared with hell, which has order and rules, the abyss is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence.

Especially the demons born from the abyss, each of them is extremely bloodthirsty, cruel, manic and arbitrary.

Even they themselves often don't know what they will do in the next second.

Seeing that the passage connecting to the Abyss had been established, the leading demon worshiper immediately knelt down, raised his hands and chanted loudly: "Monahil! The most loyal and powerful six-armed snake demon lord loyal to the great Queen Shatari! Please taste these sacrifices of your life and soul! Then respond to our call and descend to the material world! There are countless mortal souls here waiting for you to start a war to harvest them!"

"You are a legend of bloody battles! You are a general that countless demons are terrified of!"

"Please bless us! Let this world fall into war and destruction!"

"May your weapons remain sharp forever! May your enemies tremble at your feet!"

Along with the praises and calls of the worshippers, the huge pool of blood in the middle of the magic circle finally began to react.

In less than a few seconds, it quickly boiled over.

当沸腾到极点后，所有血液开始蒸发成为一种朦胧的红色雾气，最终在空气中缓慢形成了一个拥有蛇一样下半身、类似人类女性上半身，但却有六条手臂的恶魔形象。

她的皮肤看起来十分的白皙，五官更是有一种说不上来的美艳动人，站立时身高超过六米，几乎快要顶到神殿的天花板。

六条手臂上分别拿着六把不同的武器，有的是长剑、有的是弯刀、有的是连枷、有的是战锤、还有的是长矛和双手巨剑。

几乎所有这些武器都散发着刺眼的奥术灵光，不用问也知道附魔等级绝对都在+3以上。

尤其是从这个蛇魔身体里所散发出来的惊人毁灭力量不难看出，她早就脱离了普通蛇魔的层面，是一位不折不扣的次级深渊领主。

而这种等级的恶魔，即便是在领主多如牛毛的无底深渊也算得上是一号人物。

更何况六臂蛇魔与其他恶魔不太一样的地方在于，她们更加狂热的喜欢战争和杀戮。

其中六臂蛇魔女王、深渊第五百三十一层的领主——沙塔里，就曾经率领麾下的六臂蛇魔大军让魔鬼损失惨重。

同样也让血战的血腥与暴力程度，上升到了连许多恶魔领主和魔鬼公爵们都难以忍受的程度。

所以最终，一些沙塔里在深渊中的敌人和魔鬼竟然签订了一份秘密的协议，通过某种阴谋诡计将其囚禁在名为“黑暗之井”的监狱中。

不过有传言说这位六臂蛇魔女王从困死了无数深渊领主的著名监狱中逃脱了，目前已经悄悄返回属于自己统治的层面恢复力量，打算将那些陷入混乱和内斗的手下重新整合起来，然后向暗算自己的敌人复仇。

当然，像这些来自无底深渊的消息，对于大多数物质世界的人来说是很难接触到的。

这也就导致许多试图召唤恶魔的人，明明有正确的名字，但是却一次又一次的召唤失败。

原因非常简单，这些被召唤的恶魔基本不是死掉了，就是被更强大的力量囚禁起来，根本无法做出回应。

幸好，眼前这位六臂蛇魔次级领主暂时还没有在惨烈的内战中成为战败的一方，所以回应了召唤降临在这些狂热的恶魔崇拜者面前。

足足过了一分钟，当血色的雾气彻底凝结成实体，她这才开始观察周围的环境，以及脚下简单粗暴且没有加持任何防护的法阵。

最终，莫娜希尔确认跪在自己面前的这几个渺小凡人，竟然真的在没有任何防护的情况下就敢召唤自己，美艳的脸上顿时浮现出了玩味的笑容，用古老的深渊语开口说道：“你们做的很好，信徒。现在告诉我，你们想要什么样的奖赏？”

“力量！请不吝赐予我们伟大深渊的力量！”

为首的恶魔崇拜者猛地仰起头，满脸都是欣喜若狂的表情。

或者说，几乎所有的恶魔崇拜者无一例外都想要加入和成为恶魔中的一员。

这样一来，他们就拥有了无穷无尽的寿命和强大的力量。

“给，喝下它，然后你就能得到伟大深渊的赐福了。”

说话的功夫，莫娜希尔从脚下已经快要干涸的血池中捞出一汪已经被深渊力量渗透的黑色血液，直接递到对方面前。

稍微有点常识的人都知道，凡是被深渊气息污染过的东西，无一例外都会蕴含着可怕的剧毒。

而且其惊人的混沌力量，会让一个人在不知不觉中走向堕落与疯狂。

但为首的恶魔崇拜者显然不具备这方面的专业知识，所以连犹豫都没犹豫，立刻便张开嘴喝了一大口散发着恶臭的血水。

下一秒……

他便感觉到自己身体里像是被成千上万的虫子撕咬一样，扑通一声跪在地上发出了痛苦的惨叫。

“啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！！！”

紧跟着，那些遍布在身体每一个角落的血管开始一个接一个爆裂。

整个人在短短不到几秒钟的功夫就变得血肉模糊，最终仰面朝天倒在地上咽下了最后一口气。

不用问也知道，他根本没能承受住深渊那无比邪恶、污秽和混乱的力量。

或者说，在深渊的眼中，这个家伙还远远不够邪恶、不够混乱、不够疯狂。

首领的死，无疑让其他恶魔崇拜者感受到了恐惧。

他们做梦都不敢相信，自己好不容易召唤出一名强大六臂蛇魔，可是却得到了这样的结果，眼睛里纷纷透露出惶恐之色。

但莫娜希尔显然并不打算给这些家伙后悔的机会，又将那些血水递到每一个人面前，用半强迫的方式让他们喝下。

最终三十几个恶魔崇拜者，只有两个成功得到了深渊的认可，从凡人转化成半人半恶魔的形态。

尽管外形还大体保持着人类的模样，可那双宛如野兽般的黄色竖瞳却在彰显着其下层位面生物的特质。

其余不是惨死就是不肯喝，被六臂蛇魔领主像臭虫一样轻而易举的碾死。

注视着眼前这两个成功转化过来的半恶魔，莫娜希尔毫不客气的吩咐道：“去，到地表上的那座城市里去搜集这张清单上的材料。我要打造一颗传送宝珠，把位于深渊中的军队传送过来，然后才能发动一场战争掠夺足够多的灵魂。”

“如您所愿，伟大的领主。”

两个恶魔崇拜者赶忙跪下来行了一个五体投地的大礼。

从变成恶魔的那一刻起，他们的心态就已经发生了十分微妙的变化，对于眼前的蛇魔只有发自内心的崇拜，再也提不起半点反抗的意志。

等两人彻底离开后，莫娜希尔立刻舔了舔诱人的红唇，用只有自己才能听到的声音喃喃自语：“我还真是幸运，竟然能被召唤到一个遍地都是凡人的世界。只要在这里收割到足够的灵魂，我就能获得源源不断的兵员补充，最终赢得跟卡莉瓦的战争。”

毫无疑问，对于任何一个恶魔来说，物质世界都相当于麦田。

而凡人和他们的灵魂就相当于长在田地里等待收割的麦子。

只有拥有足够的灵魂来源，恶魔领主才能将其转化为幼虫、怯魔、小恶魔等等不同形态的士兵。

当然，称之为“炮灰”似乎也没有什么不妥。

在一场又一场永不停歇的战争中，这些低级恶魔中最优秀的存在，会慢慢发觉并强化自身与深渊之间的联系，然后进化成为更高级的恶魔。

由于无底深渊混乱的本质，导致恶魔的进化并不像魔鬼那样稳定。

事实上，恶魔的进化是完全随机的。

找遍整个深渊，都绝对找不出两只一模一样的恶魔。

哪怕是被归类到同一种的恶魔，彼此之间也会有非常大的差异。

有时候这种差异是外形上的，有时候则是进化过程中获得的天赋能力和类法术能力。

更不用提那些随机变异，就连最资深恶魔学家都不知道该怎么称呼的种类。

一些对深渊和恶魔有着深入了解的人往往十分清楚，给数不清的恶魔分类其实是一件没有任何意义且浪费时间的工作。

等低级恶魔进化成为高级恶魔，其身份就会从原本的炮灰变成指挥官、将军和领主的左右手。

不过这种关系并不牢靠。

因为恶魔遵从的是弱肉强食的丛林法则。

除非领主能够一直保持远远比自己的手下强大，否则背叛随时可能在下一秒发生，并且之前没有哪怕一丁点的预兆。

相比起深渊中的其他恶魔，六臂蛇魔实际上算是比较“忠诚”的那一类了。

否则她们也不会成为许多恶魔领主最中意的顾问、配偶、情人和军队的指挥官。

但这忠诚也仅仅只是相对其他恶魔而言。

很快，莫娜希尔就通过自己次级恶魔领主的能力，从深渊中召唤了几个下属，开始对这座隐藏在地下的神殿进行改造。

要知道在费伦大陆召唤一支恶魔大军可不是一件容易的事情。

由于有诸神的存在，所以一切准备工作都必须格外小心谨慎。

不然的话一旦暴露，等待这位六臂蛇魔的将会是源源不断涌来，足以令整个多元宇宙闻风丧胆的“冒险者”。

别说区区一个次级深渊领主，就是号称最强大的恶魔王子狄摩高根也会被杀死。

……

与此同时，位于阿斯卡特拉法师塔的地下。

刚刚结束了自己北地之旅的左思，正在小心翼翼摆弄着两具死者的尸体。

其中一个是之前在突袭符记之主香格拉老巢时干掉的人类战士，另外一个则是最近才干掉的兽人传奇战士兼选民。

只见他用十分熟练的动作将两具尸体上保存相对完好的器官和肢体切下来，然后重新进行组装跟缝合。

凭借对于死灵系魔法的精通，左思仅用了不到一个小时就完成了手头上的工作，最后才把属于谋杀之神巴尔的心脏放进了胸腔内，然后立刻冲几个被召唤来的巫妖们说道：“开始吧！”

"As you wish!"

The six liches immediately raised their hands and began to chant magic spells loudly, injecting astonishing negative energy into the modified corpse.

As for Zuo Si himself, he stood in the middle of the magic circle and guided this energy.

A full ten hours later, when the heart belonging to God began to beat, the stitched corpse finally slowly opened its eyes, exuding a chilling breath of killing and death.

Not only that!

Under the effect of Baal's heart, its body began to expand rapidly, and its skin grew a thick gray-blue stratum corneum at an incredible speed. A large number of sharp black bone spurs grew out of its body, and its hands and feet turned into claws. Its head was more demonic than a demon. Acidic saliva flowed out from its mouth full of fangs, dripping on the ground with a hissing sound. Behind its butt was a thick and long tail.

"This is... the Killer?"

A lich apparently recognized the meaning of this form, and his mouth opened wide in surprise.

"No, not exactly. If a more appropriate term is used to describe it, it should be called the Death Slayer. It seems that this heart belonging to God has not disappointed us. Even after losing all its divine power, it is still a rare treasure. If we kill a few more sons of Baal and take the killing divinity from them, then this undead creature will become extremely powerful."

Zuo Si commented with interest, stroking his chin.

Since there is no magic to grant him wisdom and independent thinking ability, no matter how powerful the Death Slayer becomes, he is ultimately just a servant and puppet under his control.

If it didn't need to be further enhanced in the future, it would be made into a biological card in minutes.

"It's truly a masterpiece. It's a pity that it's impossible to obtain a second top-level necromancy magic material like the heart of a dead god."

Vanessa walked closer, reached out her hand and gently stroked the cold and hard cuticle on the Death Killer's body, which was like scales, and her tone revealed deep regret.

As a necromancer, he was very keen on creating various powerful undead creatures.

Recently, he even transformed the bodies of several dead dragons into mindless zombie dragons or skeleton dragons. He longed to obtain such a treasure and create a top-level undead of his own with his own hands.

Zuo Si smiled and responded, "Don't be so absolute. Who can predict the future? After all, Baal is not the only god who died in this magical land. By the way, how are your preparations for war going?"

"The fleet has been assembled and is ready to strike a heavy blow to the pirates of Luskan. In addition, I have also used the box you gave me to load an army of undead, which can be airdropped to the tower of the Arcane Brotherhood to launch a general attack. I assure you that once the war begins, this group of ridiculous enemies will collapse in just one day."

When saying this, Vanessa's tone was full of strong confidence.

Because he learned a lot of knowledge from the scrolls of Netheril from the notes provided by Zuo Si, his spellcasting level was improved in more than a year, and he was very close to crossing that threshold and becoming a legendary wizard.

Similarly, the spellcasting abilities of other liches in the organization were also improving by leaps and bounds, and the number of core members who mastered nine-ring magic had reached an astonishing ten.

Even the two most powerful wizards in Baldur's Gate, Habaser Derin and Taelantir, agreed to join the organization and transform themselves into liches under the temptation of knowledge.

So in Vanessa's opinion, if anything goes wrong when dealing with a third-rate spellcasting organization like the Arcane Brotherhood, then she can just die. There is no need to continue living in this world and embarrass herself.

"Very good! In that case, let's find an appropriate time to act. I have already informed Waterdeep, Neverwinter, and Silvermoon. Waterdeep and Silvermoon will choose to ignore it, while Neverwinter will join forces with surrounding towns as an ally to contain some of Luskan's troops. Although I don't think this makes any sense, it will make our actions less isolated politically."

Zuo Si decisively delegated power to this lich who was keen on expanding his organization's sphere of influence.

As the saying goes, leave professional matters to professionals.

In addition, he himself had no experience in ruling and commanding the army, nor did he have any interest in it, so delegating power became the best option.

Vanessa had obviously been waiting for this, and hurriedly put one hand on her chest and bowed: "Understood, I will make sure to give these allies some sweet treats. In addition, after this war is over, we will be the second largest maritime force on the west coast of Faerun, second only to Amn. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Mingtan Island seems to have become a little uneasy recently. I suspect they may have secretly formed an alliance with the pirates of Luskan."

"Mingtan Island? Didn't they fight a naval battle with the pirates from Luskan some time ago?" A puzzled expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Like all the islands close to the mainland in the Sword Coast area, Mingtan Island is also a gathering place for pirates.

However, unlike the chaotic situation of other pirates, a man named Tarnsir Embiilhan used violence to forcibly integrate the various regions on the island and established a relatively stable regime.

Anyone who tried to resist was killed without mercy.

Therefore, in outside rumors, he has always appeared as a tyrant.

But it is undeniable that since the coming of this tyrant, the local residents of Mingtan Island no longer make a living by looting, but turned to mercenaries and trade.

However, the traditions preserved from the past have made them highly tolerant of the pirate profession.

Even many notorious pirate gangs can dock here, resupply, and sell some of the looted goods and ships.

Zuo Si had always felt that this small island was not big enough to threaten the rapidly rising Nalanther Islands in terms of population size or strength, so he basically ignored it.

But who would have thought that even if he didn't cause trouble for the other party, the other party would actually dare to take the initiative to cause trouble for him.

I am simply tired of living...

(End of this chapter)