Because the divine power impacted the scepter and opened up a passage with a radius of hundreds of meters, leading directly to the surface world, the moonlight and starlight in the sky shone in through the crack, dispelling the dark environment of the underdark.
Especially under the bright and cold moonlight, Zuo Si looks calmer, more rational and more dangerous than usual.
In contrast, the goddess of the night, Shar, used the raised rocks and fallen trees at the edge of the passage to carefully avoid every ray of moonlight.
Because in Faerun, both the moon and the moonlight belong to the domain of the moon goddess Suren, who is Shar's twin sister and also her most diametrically opposed enemy.
Once exposed to moonlight, Su Lun might be able to sense Shar's presence and take some action immediately.
Even though Zuo Si had met the goddess of night briefly in the Pantheon before, there had been no direct communication between the two. Instead, the other party was secretly stirring up trouble and tripping him up.
However, considering that he had previously destroyed Shar's conspiracy, he took the evil god Atropal out of the body of the vampire queen Badi and sealed it in another world.
It would be strange if this ancient goddess, who holds a grudge very deeply, did not react.
What really puzzled Zuo Si was the purpose behind Shar's series of actions.
You have to know that the Goddess of Night is not like a chaotic and evil psychopath like Cyric, who often acts on his own whim without any plans or long-term intentions at all.
Just the opposite!
Behind each of her conspiracies is often an extremely large and complex plan. She often plans a dozen or even dozens of conspiracies at a time, just to achieve a certain goal.
And this goal is also a small step towards achieving another more ambitious goal.
It is for this reason that Shar is called "The Betrayer of Darkness", "The Unseen Woman" and "The Night Singer".
In the continent of Faerun, the Prince of Lies, Cyric, and his crazy followers may cause headaches for the rulers of many regions, but once the Goddess of Night, Shar, and her followers appear somewhere, they can directly scare the local residents and make them unable to sleep at night.
The former is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the latter.
Because Shar knows very well that the biggest advantage of conspiracy is that it is secretive and difficult to detect, so she never orders her followers to carry out large-scale killing and destruction in order to show her own strength. Everything is done in silence.
Her conspiracy is like a sharp dagger hidden in the darkness. It is invisible to anyone at ordinary times, but it can cause a fatal blow when it is stabbed out.
The success rate of any conspiracy planned by Shar and his followers is often frighteningly high.
The most typical example is the murder of Ibrandul, the god of many priesthoods including caves, dungeons, and the Underdark, in the Year of Troubles.
The whole process went smoothly, and the latter didn't understand what had happened until he was about to die.
You have to know that at that time, all the gods walked in a very special posture of saints, and the power gap between powerful gods and weaker gods was very small. Otherwise, there would not have been a situation where Torm, the god of loyalty and courage, a weak god, killed the powerful god Bane in battle.
Moreover, according to the original historical trajectory, the goddess of night, Shar, also took advantage of Xirik's hatred and jealousy towards the third-generation magic goddess Midnight to successfully provoke a war between the two gods, and decisively self-destructed the shadow magic net she created, causing the genuine magic net to completely go out of control in order to weaken the power of the magic goddess.
Ultimately, Cyric succeeded in killing Midnight, causing the most famous calamity in Faerun's history - the Spellplague.
Countless magical flames gushed out from the out-of-control magic web, destroying a large number of cities and villages, and thousands of spellcasters went mad or died.
This shows how terrifying the goddess of night is.
Shar undoubtedly sensed the vigilance in Zuo Si's eyes, and immediately pointed at the divine power shock scepter that was still in attack mode, and asked with interest: "Where did you get this thing? If I remember correctly, it was held by the ancient sun god Amaunator in the Netheril era."
"Don't you already know the answer?" Zuo Si gripped the stick tightly and gently lifted it up.
moment!
The divine power impact scepter burst out with a dazzling light, changing from bombardment mode to a more terrifying full-force release mode.
In this mode, this artifact will no longer hold back, and all the divine power converted from faith stored inside will be released in one strike.
Obviously, this is a very obvious demonstration and warning action.
Zuo Si was reminding the other party in this way that even if he did not summon the Eldrazi Titan, he had the power to harm or even kill the incarnation of God.
"So you have been prepared to confront the gods a long time ago? Just as I expected, you are very wary and hostile towards the gods." Shar stared at the scepter of divine power impact with a slightly fearful look and said meaningfully.
Zuo Si sneered and retorted, "I don't want to be like this either. But there is no other way. Who made you gods interfere with the mortal world so frequently? Even if it is for self-protection, I have to prepare a few more trump cards, right? Otherwise, I would have become a fish lying on the chopping block and being slaughtered by others last time in the Pantheon."
"So you are frantically collecting these things that make the gods fear and dread?" There was a hint of amusement in Shar's eyes.
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "That's right! After all, I don't have the habit of entrusting my life safety to gods like you.
I don't believe in any gods, nor do I believe in those so-called promises, laws, and rules. I only believe in the knowledge and power that I possess.
If I can easily destroy this world and the kingdom of any god, then no god would dare to attack me easily.
Because once they fail, the retaliation and cost that follow will be beyond their ability to bear.
But now, I suddenly discovered that before some gods saw the Eldrazi Titan with their own eyes, they did not seem to believe that this terrifying creature from the dark void had the power to kill gods and destroy the world.
Or... do you think I don't have the guts to do it?"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si leaned forward slightly and stared at the Goddess of Night, while aiming the divine power impact scepter at the other party.
An extremely deep light shone from his black eyes, as if he would attack the incarnation of powerful divine power in the next second.
No awe!
No fear!
There is no more hesitation or confusion!
There is only intense hostility and madness that wants to destroy everything!
Shar had no doubt that if she answered in the affirmative, the young human in front of her would go to war with the determination to destroy the entire world.
Obviously, she had never encountered such an opponent who totally disregarded the consequences before, so she quickly took two steps back and explained, "Wait! It's not that I don't believe it, I just want to see if you are qualified to join the game of the gods."
"Try to see if I am qualified to join the game of gods? Who gave you the power? What makes you think you are qualified?"
Zuo Si did not give any face to this one of the oldest goddesses and questioned directly.
Such an aggressive posture instantly made Shar speechless, and also made the smile on her face disappear completely, replaced by a biting chill.
"Are you sure you want to talk to me this way?"
"I have already made my bottom line clear when I was in the Pantheon. And you have crossed it this time! If I don't do something, those gods who are equally hostile to me will regard me as weak and can be bullied. So this incarnation is the price you must pay for crossing the line. Remember, this is the first time, and it will also be the last time."
After saying this, Zuo Si directly released all the power of the divine power in his hand to impact the scepter.
The next second...
Boom!!!! The dazzling beam of light instantly pierced through the chest of the Goddess of Night, and her entire body began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You!!!! How dare you?" Shar widened her eyes in disbelief.
"Why not? Do you think I will just swallow my anger and pretend nothing happened?
Or will you just sit here and smugly show off your superiority as one of the oldest gods?
I'm not that weak!
not to mention……
Even if you destroy this incarnation, do you dare to send down another combat incarnation to wage an all-out war against me?
No, you don't.
So what do I have to worry about?"
After saying this, Zuo Si shook his hand that was holding the divine power impact scepter vigorously.
Shar's incarnation shattered into pieces on the spot and turned into a black unknown substance that dissipated into the air.
Needless to say, this incarnation of hers was not created specifically for combat, so the divine power it contained was not much, otherwise it would not be so easy to kill.
In fact, it was precisely because of this that Zuo Si decided to take decisive action to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
If the opponent descended as a battle incarnation, without summoning the Eldrazi Titan, he might not be able to defeat him.
There is no way. The gods of Faerun are obviously much stronger than the gods of other planes.
Especially those incarnations of powerful divine power, who have overwhelming and absolute advantages when dealing with mortal beings without divine sparks and divine power.
For example, Raistlin, the most famous archmage in the world of Klein, whose total arcane spellcasting level is only LV27, is already able to challenge the most powerful god in the evil camp - the Dark Dragon Queen Takhisis.
But in Faerûn, Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon, who possessed a higher spellcasting level and greater power, could not even break the defense of Lathander, the Lord of the Morning.
In the end, he had to rely on the silver fire bestowed by the goddess of magic to injure the opponent slightly and cause him to ooze out four drops of divine blood, but he was instantly blown up.
Although this is related to the Lord of Dawn's natural ability to restrain undead creatures, it also well reflects the chasm between gods and mortals.
You have to know that Feren's research in the field of magic and the entire multiverse is simply incomparable to Klein's world.
Therefore, Zuo Si has always been extremely vigilant towards the gods of Furen and dared not take it lightly at all.
After dealing with Shar's incarnation, he immediately sealed up the unconscious Angel Poison Core, and then entered the Supreme Forest through the "skylight" opened above his head.
Of course, before going up, he did not forget to send a magic message to Drizzt and Venar, telling them not to wait for him and to lead the team back to Luskan via another route.
After all, after getting what he wanted, there was no need for Zuo Si to continue wasting time in the Underdark. He couldn't wait to put the new Spore God on the dissecting table and cut him into pieces, taking this opportunity to study the essence of God.
…
At the same time, far away in the outer plane, in the kingdom of the Goddess of Night.
Shar was sitting on her own black throne in a very lazy posture, without showing any anger or excitement at all, as if the incarnation that had just been destroyed was not her own.
After several minutes, she said to herself in a playful tone, "You destroyed my incarnation without hesitation! Soth, I really underestimated you. But it doesn't matter, I have already delivered the most important thing to you. From now on, you will become my most powerful weapon against the gods."
"Great goddess! I don't understand why you want to hand Angel Poison Core over to the other party? He is already a god. If he is trained a little, he should be a good helper, right?"
A human female wearing a holy emblem knelt on one knee and asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"helper?"
Shar shook his head with disdain: "No, a fool like Angel Duxin has no potential or value even if he becomes a god.
But if he were handed over to Soth, the situation would be completely different.
Given Sos's character, he would definitely try every possible means to figure out the true nature of the gods and the various ways to kill them.
The most important thing is that he has a strong innate aversion to gods, so he is bound to come into conflict with many gods.
Just imagine, if this guy dared to destroy my incarnation without hesitation, how would he react when facing other gods who are far less powerful than me? There are too many gods in this world. If someone can make them less, why not do it? "
"You mean... to train Soth to become a godslayer?"
The human female wearing the holy emblem suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with crazy worship for her goddess.
Because she knew that Shar, one of the twin goddesses of creation, had the ultimate goal of destroying all gods except herself and returning the entire Toril to its original state of darkness, tranquility, without any disturbance or noise.
The goddess of night pursed her lips and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I want to make Soth a godslayer. After all, he has such potential, right? The most important thing is that this guy is originally my enemy, so there is no loss whether I succeed or fail. But if I succeed, I will get a rich reward that far exceeds my efforts."
"I see! Praise the great Night Singer, your wisdom is unmatched among all the gods." The human woman bowed deeply at Shar's feet.
Conspiracy, lies, deception, illusion, temptation, insidiousness...
Shar skillfully used her divine power and successfully made Zuo Si fall into a carefully set trap without knowing it.
However, whether her plan will work depends on how the situation develops.
Especially the performance of this mad dog Xirik.
In Shar's opinion, dealing with the Prince of Lies is much easier than playing tricks on Zuo Si, who has madness in his rationality.
The former's proud, arrogant, and jealous character is like a powder keg.
With just a little provocation, they will obediently perform according to the set script, and they don't even need to pay any benefits at all.
This idiot can't compare with the ancient god of death, Jaeger, and he can't handle so many priesthoods that are in conflict with each other.
It is said that its arbitrary nature has caused the originally orderly underworld to become extremely chaotic, and the demons from the abyss have taken advantage of this opportunity to rush in and plunder souls unscrupulously.
Many gods have expressed strong dissatisfaction with this and believe that Cyric has not fulfilled his duties as the God of Death.
Of course, Shar didn't care at all about what would happen to the Prince of Lies, Cyric.
She just hoped that this guy could help her eliminate a few more enemies before he died, especially the most threatening third-generation magic goddess Midnight.
But what Shar didn't know was that Xirik was actually much crazier than she imagined.
At this moment, this fellow, whose power level is currently second only to Io, the god among gods, has quietly gathered a large number of scribes with fanatical beliefs.
And they will participate in the creation of the most powerful, but also the most absurd and horrifying artifact in the history of the continent of Faerun - the "Book of Cyric".
The most powerful thing about this thing is that it can instantly turn any intelligent creature who has read or heard it into a fanatical believer of the Prince of Lies, Xirik.
Not to mention mere mortals, even gods will inevitably be affected to some extent.
I saw a scribe on a table who had just completed a small line of words when he began to tremble violently and uncontrollably all over his body, with blood slowly flowing out of his nose, mouth and eyes.
After a while, he fell on the table and breathed his last.
The second scribe who was waiting on the side pushed the former's body aside without saying a word, sat on it and continued to copy the sentences full of flattery and praise.
As a result, he died suddenly in less than a few minutes.
Obviously, in the process of creating the artifact "Book of Cyric", the scribe is a consumable.
Their spirit, will and soul are the source of the artifact's powerful evil power.
The Prince of Lies, Xirik, who was sitting on the throne of bones, was not at all moved by the sacrifice of his believers. Instead, he let out sharp and piercing laughter from time to time.
In the eyes of this madman and psychopath, being able to sacrifice one's life for one's ambition is the highest honor for these mortals.
He was completely immersed in unrealistic fantasies about the future and was completely unaware of the crisis hidden behind his powerful strength.
…
The leader of the group was obviously a half-elf bard from the Harper Alliance.
He first used his eyes to roughly measure the size of the hole, then he gasped and exclaimed: "Oh my God! This...what on earth caused this damage? Is it a super earthquake? Or did someone release some amazing kind of legendary magic with power?"
"No! It's not magic! The magic network around here is running very stably. If someone releases legendary magic, the magic network should be weakened for a long time."
Another dwarf dressed as a wizard expressed a different opinion.
"How about we climb down and take a look?" suggested the dwarf warrior in the team, stroking his thick beard.
"Don't be stupid! If I'm not mistaken, this place should be connected to the Underdark, at least ten kilometers long. If you accidentally fall down, you will be smashed into a pulp."
The human warrior next to him rolled his eyes in annoyance, picked up a stone and threw it down.
As a result, no sound was heard for half a day.
The dwarf was silent for a moment.
He was not a fool and understood what a distance of ten kilometers meant for the steep cliffs.
Not to mention whether the rope the team brought was long enough, the height alone was enough to climb for at least two or three days.
And there must not be any mistakes in the whole process, otherwise you will be stuck in the middle, unable to go down or up.
Just as the team leader was trying to find some useful clues around, the priest wearing the holy emblem of the goddess of luck, Tymora, suddenly picked up a piece of stone fragment that was shining with silver light and shouted in a trembling voice: "Look what I found!"
moment!
The entire adventure team gathered around and examined this strange piece of rubble again and again.
After a full minute, the half-elf bard impatiently urged, "Damn it! Don't keep us in suspense! Tell us the answer now!"
"This is a holy stone formed under the baptism of divine power. Usually, stones like this only appear near altars or temples. But there are quite a lot of them here, and they are spread over several kilometers around." The priest explained seriously.
Anyone who can become a harpist cannot be an idiot.
The leader instantly realized what the priest wanted to say. He immediately turned around and stared at the bottomless passage, mouth wide open subconsciously: "Gods above! Are you saying that this place is the result of divine power?"
The priest nodded without hesitation: "That's right! Apart from divine power, I really can't think of anything that can cause such amazing damage. It seems that something terrible has happened in the Underdark."
“Is it a war between gods?” the half-elf bard asked, narrowing his eyes.
“It’s hard to say, but one of them is definitely a god. But what surprises me is that the divine power possessed by most gods shows obvious tendencies towards good or evil, but the divine power remaining in these stones is like white paper without any color.” The priest stared at the stone in his hand with a face full of confusion.
"Captain, I think this matter is beyond our ability to handle. It is best to send the message back immediately and ask the higher-ups to send more people to help. It would be best if we could go down and take a look at the situation in the Underdark."
After saying that, the dwarf wizard sat down on a fallen tree trunk, looking extremely tired.
After all, in order to get to the scene of the incident as quickly as possible, they had been traveling for several days without sleep, which was definitely not friendly to a mage who needed sufficient rest to maintain his combat effectiveness.
In addition, mages generally have poor physical fitness, so being able to hold on until now without falling can be considered well-trained.
"You're right. I'll send the message back right away. You guys can camp here and rest first..."
Before the half-elf bard could finish his words, a sharp arrow suddenly came from a distance and pierced his left eye with incredible speed and accuracy.
Puff! Blood splattered everywhere instantly!
He didn't even have time to scream before he fell face up on the ground and died.
Because of the huge inertia of the arrow, it not only blew up the eyeball, but also destroyed the brain in the eye socket.
"Enemy attack!!!!"
The dwarf warrior shouted and raised the shield in his hand, looking around with great vigilance, trying to find the enemy who shot the arrow.
But unfortunately, what he found was not one or two, or two or three enemies, but an entire army of more than thirty fully armed mercenaries.
"Go! Kill them all!"
A warrior in black armor, led by the mercenaries, gave the order to attack.
Without saying a word, the ten riders immediately urged their horses to run faster. In the blink of an eye, they divided and surrounded the team that was suspected to be sent by the Harper Alliance, and then cooperated with the infantry to kill them one by one.
The whole process took less than three minutes, fully demonstrating the superb tactical qualities of these mercenaries.
When the last member of the adventure team fell in a pool of blood, the leading black-armored warrior lifted his visor and spat fiercely at the corpse on the ground: "Bah! I knew that these harpist bastards would definitely send people to investigate the situation. But this time, it is obvious that we Zhentarim are more prepared."
"Boss! After we kill these Harper spies, they will definitely send more people." Another mercenary reminded.
"Don't worry! This time we killed and intercepted their spies, and the other side will not have time to react for at least three to five days. Making good use of this time, we can get first-hand intelligence and evacuate before the Harper Alliance. Okay, stop talking nonsense, let the brothers act quickly, Lord Ximanmon is still waiting for good news from us." The black-armored warrior urged impatiently.
However, Zuo Si obviously didn't know that his use of divine power to impact the scepter had led to a new round of confrontation between the Harper League and the Zhentarim, and he was currently staying in the Mage Tower in Askatla to conduct a series of extremely crazy research.
At this moment, the Spore God Angel Poison Core was being placed on the dissection table. His limbs, head, eyeballs, and internal organs had all been separated. Some were even immersed in huge glass jars filled with preservative fluid.
But even so, he still did not die, but all the divided bodies remained alive.
The most interesting thing is that whenever a part of the body suffers severe damage, other parts will instantly turn into black spores.
Obviously, from the moment he officially became a god, Angel Duxin was no longer an ordinary body of flesh and blood, but had turned into a "vegetable" made up of fungal spores.
Although there is no visible difference on the surface, once it is cut open, you will find that spores have completely replaced the original normal cells and become the basic building blocks of its body.
In other words, his body has actually become a kind of container that carries consciousness.
Its true essence has long been completely spiritualized, turning into a life form that mortals cannot understand, that is, God.
"Interesting! It turns out that true gods cannot exist in the material world at all! Unless the God of Gods, Io, uses his supreme authority, they will always be isolated in another level or dimension and cannot be killed by normal means.
No wonder most cases of mortals killing gods in Faerun occurred during the Year of Troubles.
Only in that special situation would God become very easy to kill.
Normally, the best way to kill a god is to kill his spirit and mind first.
Killing spirits and thoughts is nothing more than exterminating their believers and making people in the material world completely forget their names.
Besides this, even if other methods of killing gods are successful, the other party can be resurrected through the devout prayers of believers or bloody sacrifices. "
Zuo Si stroked his chin and made a summary with interest.
However, what made him feel a little regretful was that Angel Duxin didn't have a single believer, so he couldn't possibly start the research on the relationship between faith and the level of divine power.
Otherwise, the gods of Faerûn will no longer have any secrets from him.
"Have you found a way to kill this guy?" the diary suddenly asked.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, now I know how to kill a god, especially a new god who has not even founded his own country and does not even have a single believer."
As the last word came out of his mouth, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed on Angel Duxin's severed head, frantically urging the power of his own spark.
moment!
A rift leading to the dark void opened up.
Zuo Si didn't even pause for a second before he stretched his hand that was grabbing his head into the dark void.
The next second...
Woo-woo-woo-woo
A creepy sound came out of Angel Duxin's mouth, followed by a ball of transparent liquid that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye slowly spurting out from his eyes, nose and mouth.
These liquids were like crazy, trying desperately to escape the influence of the dark void and return to the material world.
But how could Zuo Si let him succeed? He quickly took out his magic weapon - Talona's Favor and smashed it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Every time the scepter was swung, it would make a loud noise as if it had hit something solid, and the liquid would slowly decrease.
After the last point completely disappeared, the scepter released a dazzling red light on the spot, and exuded an incomparable aura of evil and hatred.
The body parts placed on the dissection table or soaked in preservative fluid lost their vitality almost immediately.
At the same time, in the laboratory, a portal to the star realm slowly opened.
You don't need to ask to know that this is a phenomenon that only occurs after a god has completely fallen.
If there is no external interference, the god's body will be pulled in, then float in the astral world and petrify bit by bit, eventually evolving into rocks or islands of varying sizes.
The corpses of the most powerful gods could even form a continent.
Similarly, the chair that had just appeared in the Pantheon collapsed and disappeared with the death of Angel Duxin.
It was obviously impossible for Zuo Si to let the spoils he had worked so hard to obtain be pulled into the star realm like this, so he decisively cast a spell to close the passage.
"Angel Duxin is dead?!" The diary's tone was full of surprise.
It had witnessed with its own eyes how Zuo Si had used various methods to try to kill Angel Duxin over the past few days, but all of them had failed.
But now, in less than five minutes, the Spore God was completely dead.
"Yes, he is dead. I used the Dark Void to break the boundaries between planes and dimensions, and forced out Angel Poison Core's soul, spirit, and consciousness, which belonged to God. Then I stripped away all his divine sparks and divine power, and only imprisoned the most primitive soul. How is it? It's easy, isn't it?"
Zuo Si casually threw the dead head into a glass container not far away, and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a smug smile.
By killing Angel Banecore, he realized that the Dark Void was the most powerful weapon he could use against the Farran gods.
Because these gods need faith to connect different planes, once they are forcibly dragged into the dark void and lose all coordinate points, the essence of their soul, spirit, will and divine spark will be pulled out from another level or dimension.
At this time, as long as the divine spark is stripped away, the god will die instantly, without even having to destroy his soul.
Of course, the premise is that the one being dragged into the dark void must be the true body of the god rather than his incarnation.
"Hahaha! It's very easy indeed. Congratulations, you just successfully killed a god with your own hands." The diary complimented with a laugh.
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Don't be happy too soon. This method of killing gods will not be very useful in actual combat, especially for those powerful gods with several incarnations."
The diary nodded in agreement and consoled him, "Don't worry, you can take your time. We have already found the right direction, and what we need to do next is to keep exploring along this path. Sooner or later, we will be able to gain the power to confront the gods of Faerun head-on."
"I hope so!"
Zuo Si gently stroked the scepter in his hand, feeling the pain and despair emanating from the soul imprisoned inside.
Obviously, when he wielded [Talona's Favor] to strip away the divine spark just now, he also captured Angel Poison Core's soul.
Now, he can use all the abilities of his LV22 druid profession at will.
Just as Zuo Si was about to check Angel Duxin's spells and feats list, he was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.
Bang! Bang! Bang! "Who is it?"
Zuo Si asked casually.
Soon, a voice sounded in his mind.
"Master, the project you asked us to research last time has made a breakthrough."
"What? There's progress!"
Zuo Si was instantly overjoyed. He quickly walked over and opened the door, just in time to see a Mind Flayer standing at the door.
It gently waved its octopus-like tentacles and reported through the mind connection: "Just fifteen minutes ago, we successfully injected the consciousness of a soul into another body through the main brain, and it was in the form of remote control."
"What about the range? What is the maximum range of this remote control?" Zuo Si asked with interest.
"With current psychic equipment, the maximum range cannot exceed five kilometers, otherwise it will automatically disconnect from the main brain." The Mind Flayer hurriedly gave an exact number.
"What if we add a psychic signal amplifier along the way?"
Zuo Si was obviously quite dissatisfied with the distance of five kilometers.
The mind flayer replied helplessly, "The manufacturing process of the psychic signal amplifier is very complicated, and it requires at least ten mind flayers to donate their brains. Even if it is installed, it can only extend ten kilometers around the signal tower. This is not a problem of technology, but the new main brain is not strong enough and needs time to grow slowly."
"Then will the soul's remote control of the body cause discomfort or unreality?"
Realizing that the root of the problem lies with the main brain, Zuo Si immediately shifted his focus elsewhere.
Because he has not yet decided whether to allow the new main brain to continue growing, he can only put it on hold for the time being.
"No. According to the soul's own description, he felt like he was alive again. In addition, based on your suggestions, we also tested reducing pain and sensory stimulation, and all of them were successful without exception. With the current load that the main brain can bear, it can accommodate up to 2,000 souls at a time for remote control."
As he spoke these words, the Mind Flayer's tone became noticeably agitated.
As a summoned creature, it understood that the complex experiments its master had asked it to conduct were intended to provide a group of special immigrants for the floating city.
To put it simply, it is to collect the souls of a group of high-end talents from the Harry Potter world, and then place them in a fantasy world through magic similar to that of Waterdeep.
Then, through the illusion, like the Avatar brain-computer interface, the consciousness is instilled into the cloned body prepared in advance.
In this way, the serious shortage of living people in the floating city can be solved, and at the same time, the creativity of these high-end talents can be utilized to try to integrate science and magic together.
The most important thing is that these people do not really exist, but must rely on magic and psychic technology. No matter how powerful the body they control is, once the connection is cut off, they are just an ordinary soul without any power.
Even their souls themselves are not under their own control, so there is no chance of rebellion at all.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he ordered directly: "Prepare thirty clones immediately. I will need them after a while."
"As you wish. But what about the soul used for the experiment? He already knows a lot of secrets about this plan. I think it's better to get rid of him." The Mind Flayer suggested very cautiously.
"Then let's get rid of it. I don't want this bastard to bring this idea to those devils after he falls into Baator."
Zuo Si agreed without even a second's hesitation.
After all, this matter was too sensitive, so he didn't even tell Wilmes and Isadora in order to keep it secret as much as possible.
(End of this chapter)
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