In particular, the halo created by the crown can subtly plant the seeds of fear in people's hearts, making them dare not make even the slightest move of resistance for the rest of their lives.
For Zuo Si, the only thing he could really use was the [Tyrant's Iron Fist] which automatically allowed all forms of attack to reach the theoretical maximum limit.
This thing is just as its name suggests, a glove that can be worn on the left hand, made of an unknown black metal, but it will not affect the release of arcane magic like other metal products.
At the same time, when you clench your fist to attack, it can also be regarded as a +5 magic weapon and will automatically trigger the "heavy hit" effect.
Obviously, this black metal glove is essentially a replica of the [Bane's Dark Glove] worn by the God of Tyranny himself, or it can be called "the other one".
After all, two gloves together make a complete pair.
In comparison, the effect of [Tyrant's Scepter] to permanently control others and its own high-level divine arts can only be considered better than nothing.
On the one hand, if Zuo Si, a planeswalker, wants the other party to be 100% obedient and loyal to him, then he can just make it into a summoned creature card. There is no need to use the control ability of [Tyrant's Scepter].
The fact that control can be lifted by a wish or a miracle is also a potential risk.
On the other hand, he had learned serious advanced swordsmanship from his new teacher, Sorin Markov, and was completely unaccustomed to weapons such as scepters, scepters, and maces.
Even [Talona's Favor] has been transformed into the form of a sword.
Therefore, if he wanted to use it in battle, Zuo Si would definitely use the ability of his creator profession to transform it into a sword first, rather than the bulky scepter it is now.
As for the additional [Death Gaze] after wearing the complete three-piece set of the Tyrant, its general effect is very similar to the seventh-ring spell [Finger of Death].
The only difference is that the judgment has changed from the "Toughness" immunity related to the physical attribute to the "Will immunity" related to the perception attribute, and it is a large-scale group effect.
If you fail, you will die instantly, with absolutely no room for negotiation. Even if you pass, you will suffer damage equivalent to the wearer's perceived attributes.
Taking Zuo Si as an example, his current perception attribute is 40, so the target will suffer 40 points of mental damage the moment he is exempted from Death Gaze.
For most ordinary people or guys with low professional levels, this glare can basically mean the end of their lives. It is an absolute magical skill for clearing out miscellaneous soldiers.
It's the kind of look that literally kills you.
After Zuo Si confirmed all the abilities of the three-piece set of Tyrant, he looked up to express his gratitude to Bane, but found that the God of Tyranny had returned to his kingdom in the "Waste of Destruction and Despair". Only Fuzor Chamberlain was still standing under the altar, his eyes revealing a complex emotion of awe, jealousy, and fear.
There is no doubt that the "Tyrant of the Moon Sea" is experiencing a fierce inner struggle at this moment.
Because he realized that he was no longer the most favored elect of Bane, the god of tyranny, nor the most important elect.
The young man in front of him has undoubtedly replaced him and left him far behind.
Although Bane also gave Fuzzol Chamberlain a very generous reward to reward him for his persistence in his faith during the turbulent years until now, he still exuded a strong smell of jealousy.
Zuo Si was keenly aware of this and immediately smiled and comforted him: "Relax, my dear friend, there is no need for you to be so nervous. I will not compete with you for control of the church, nor will I interfere with Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim. After we join forces to eliminate Manshoon, they will all belong to you."
“Is this alms?”
There was a hint of bitterness in Fuzzol Chamberlain's tone.
As a priest, all his strength, power and status came from the gift of Bane, so there was no way for him to resist the will of God. He had no other choice but to obey, obey and obey.
This is completely different from the other party who can easily strike a balance among the gods and even trade on an equal footing.
Zuo Si shook his head with a half-smile: "No, of course not.
In my plan, you, Zhentil Keep, and Zhentarin will play a crucial role in the next plan.
If I remember correctly, the Zhentarim have infiltrated and controlled a lot of the West Heartland region east of Baldur's Gate, right? Now, I want you to play a role with me and lead the army of Zhentil Keep to launch a full-scale invasion of the area extending to Dragon Lake and Dragon Coast.
At that time, Baldur's Gate will definitely send troops to counterattack.
Through a war, I will destroy all the original ruling classes of all towns, whether they are nobles or merchants.
That way, once Baldur's Gate is defeated and calls for help, I can legitimately send my army to defeat you, take over this land, and become the legitimate ruler with the support of the war-torn people.
After all, abstract things like identity and happiness can only be clearly felt through sharp contrast.
Just like there always needs to be someone in this world to play the role of the evil villain, heroes and adventurers have a reason to exist.
It is believed that after experiencing firsthand the cruelty of slavery in Zhentil Fort and the terrible destruction brought about by war, the civilians in West Heartland would be eager to join a powerful country and accept its protection.
Remember, dear Fuzzol, tyranny is never simply the use of violence to suppress all resistance.
It is a technique of domination, but also a control and manipulation of the public psychology.
Only the lowest and most stupid tyrants would use unlimited violence to solve problems.
A wise tyrant will make the people support him from the bottom of their hearts, and he will even become the object of people's remembrance and recollection hundreds or even thousands of years after his death.
Historians will write biographies of tens of thousands of words for them; poets will sing praises of the vast territories they conquered and ruled, as well as the epic wars and glorious victories;
Whenever a man hears a story related to it, he will be fascinated and wish he could go back to the past to join the army and create his own legend;
Women will fantasize about having a passionate love affair with them, or even becoming their exclusive lovers.
As for those civilians who died to realize the tyrant's ambitions and desires, who will really remember them or care about them?
To make oneself great and generous is a necessary quality for a successful tyrant.
If you can do this, no matter how cold-blooded, ruthless, or cruel you are, you will still have countless followers and admirers. "
"So... you want me to play the villain, and you to be the hero who defeats the villain?"
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain was obviously not a fool and immediately realized the calculation behind this operation.
He was well aware of how notorious Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim had become in the eyes of the good and neutral outsiders.
In many places, just hearing the name will instantly make those in power act as if they are facing a powerful enemy.
Therefore, if one leads his people to directly invade a certain area, it will inevitably provoke fierce resistance from the residents of that area.
Moreover, war and repression will quickly disintegrate the original ruling structure.
At this time, whoever can stand up and expel the forces of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim will become the hero who saves the region and naturally become the legitimate supreme ruler.
Similar situations have occurred more than once in many places on the continent of Faerun.
Zuo Si asked meaningfully, "Why not? Don't you think this is a perfect way to expand the faith of Bane, the God of Tyranny? Let Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim continue to maintain their original state and pose as aggressive invaders.
Then they secretly support those leaders who do not seem to be so cold-blooded, bloodthirsty and cruel, and let them become invisible tyrants and stand on the stage of power.
Once these people come to power, the church will be able to build temples on the lands under their control and continue to spread new doctrines, allowing the Dark Lord to successfully complete his transformation.
When people's cognition, thinking and consciousness begin to change, and they realize that there is nothing wrong with being ruled by a powerful and autocratic monarch, Bane will naturally become the god believed in by all capable and ambitious kings, emperors, nobles and other ruling classes.
毕竟只有摒弃一切不必要的个人感情，完全从利益的角度出发来做出最理智的判断，必要时敢于打破一切规则用最残忍、最血腥的手段清洗那些碍事的既得利益集团。如此才能真正治理好一个国家，并让它走向繁荣与富强。
而这需要的，恰恰是具有邪恶守序倾向的独裁与暴政。
权力的集中与分散是一门精妙的艺术。
而你，我的朋友，距离成为一名合格的暴君还差得远呢……”
听完这番话，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞整个人都傻了。
因为他从来没有想过，原来传播暴政之神班恩的教义和理念居然还可以这样玩。
尤其是通过一个扮演好人、一个扮演坏人来愚弄某片地区的民众，再悄无声息之间把一个潜在的暴君扶持上位，一点一点改变这片地区平民的认知，让他们发自内心认可班恩的教义跟理念。
如果运用得当，完全可以改变教会在某些地区遭到敌视和打压的处境。
反复思索了好几分钟，最终傅佐尔·钱伯瑞才抬起头郑重其事的回应道：“为了传播伟大黑暗君主的教义，我可以跟你合作。但问题是，经过今天晚上的动荡、杀戮和破坏，散提尔堡短时间内已经不具备发动大规模入侵的力量。”
“呵呵，关于这一点请不必担心。
我把这柄可以永久性控制别人的【暴君节杖】借给你使用。
相信有了这件神器的帮助，你应该很快就能从山林中招募一支由怪物和野蛮人部族构成的大军。
另外，我还会提供一批盔甲、武器和粮食。
你所要做的就是把他们整合到一起进行训练。”
说罢，左思毫不吝啬把刚刚获得的神器递到了对方的面前。
咕咚！
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞下意识咽了口唾沫，眼睛里闪过一丝强烈的贪欲。
尽管他已经有了一件类似的神器【暴君之眼】，可以让持有者免疫一切眼魔射线的攻击，而且该武器还拥有自我意识，能够无需主人的操纵自动攻击敌人。
可谁又会嫌弃自己拥有的强大神器太多呢。
更何况【暴君节杖】的强大控制能力，才是这位贪恋权势的选民最渴望得到的力量。
不过很快，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞就收敛了自己那强烈的占有欲，小心翼翼接过节杖，抚摸着上边由暴政之神亲手刻下的符文与印记，直截了当的给出保证。
“给我两到三个月的准备时间，到时候我会亲自率领大军席卷从巨龙海岸到西哈特兰德的每一座城镇。”
“棒极了！现在让我们开始讨论一下如何解决掉曼松这个讨厌的家伙吧。相信黑暗君主肯定也对他那不坚定的信仰感到厌倦了，不是吗？”
说着，左思脸上浮现出令人不寒而栗的笑容。
早已不爽曼松常年把持散提尔堡和散塔林会一把手位置的傅佐尔·钱伯瑞，同样也露出冷酷残忍的笑容点了点头：“啊！没错，是时候该送这位老朋友上路了。
给，这是我经过调查已经确认的大部分克隆体藏匿地点。
你觉得我们是应该先去解决掉这些克隆体呢？ 还是先去拜访曼松本人？”
“这还用问吗？当然是去拜访曼松本人。对待敌人最好的方式，就是让他们在痛苦中不断地挣扎，最后在绝望与无助中死去。”
左思毫不犹豫给出了自己的选择。
“你说的有道理。
走吧，曼松眼下应该在神殿的大厅内向伟大的班恩祈祷，希望通过这种方式来换取原谅。
但他明显忘记了，暴政之神最讨厌的就是软弱。
从在希瑞克化身的面前退缩的那一刻起，他就已经失去了继续掌管散提尔堡和散塔林会的资格。”
说完这句话，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞便径直走出这个位于自己居所的小小祭坛，沿着遍布鲜血和尸体的街道径直朝散提尔堡内最大的神殿走去。
没过一会儿功夫，两人便走进了这座充满黑暗风格、与其说是神殿倒不如说是要塞的建筑。
此时此刻，传奇法师曼松正站在班恩巨大的神像前，低着头不断吟诵那些赞美黑暗君主的词汇。
可以遗憾的是，无论怎样祈祷都得不到任何回应。
这种不理不睬的反应让他产生了强烈的不安，甚至没有注意到出现在门口的两人。
但很快，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞脚下的金属靴子踩踏在石头地面发出的清脆响声，终于让曼松下意识转过身。
当他看清来者是谁的刹那，瞳孔骤然放大、收缩、再放大，无法用语言形容的危机感迅速涌上心头。
“好久不见，曼松阁下。我想在路斯坎一战结束后，您的睡眠质量肯定不太好，对吗？”
左思彬彬有礼的单手抚胸率先开口打了个招呼。
“哈哈哈哈！何止是不太好！他可是每天晚上都在做噩梦呢。”傅佐尔·钱伯瑞肆无忌惮的嘲笑道。
没有任何犹豫！
在意识到眼前这两个危险的敌人肯定是联起手来要对自己不利，曼松第一时间就想要启动传送魔法，直接逃往自己位于散提尔堡之外的藏身之所。
因为他知道，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞敢对自己动手，必然是得到了暴政之神的许可。
也就是说，自己被刚刚复活的班恩当成了弃子。
但遗憾的是就在法术启动的瞬间，一道白绿色的光猛然间从天而降。
下一秒……
轰！！！！！！！ 伴随着猛烈的冲击，曼松不仅法术被强行打断，而且整个人向后飞出去足有好几米远，狠狠撞在一面坚固的石头墙壁上。
尽管他身上佩戴了大量的高阶魔法物品，甚至还触发了意外术的连锁，但还是受了不轻的伤，哇的一声从嘴里喷出一口暗红色的鲜血，其中一条手臂更是向后扭曲成L型。
不用问也知道肯定是粉碎性骨折。
当漫天的尘土和烟雾散去，自然神侍的身影这才出现在所有人的视线范围之内。
无论是她手中拎着的【生命之刃】，还是那如同炽天神侍一样标志性的三对羽翼，亦或是从身体里散发出来的惊人能量，都让曼松如临大敌。
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞由于知道尼米多娜是左思的人，所以表现得稍微淡定一点。
可即便如此，他也还是对于身边这位年轻盟友所拥有的力量感到恐惧。
毕竟那可是炽天神侍！ 比神明数量还要稀少罕见的强大类神力生物！ 即便是神明都会予以极高的礼遇与尊重！ 说实话，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞完全不理解，左思究竟是如何做到能让一名炽天神侍为自己效力的。
“该死！”
看着从天而降打断了自己魔法传送的尼米多娜，以及另外两个拥有传奇施法能力的敌人，曼松的心瞬间沉入谷底。
这会儿他才意识到，这绝对是一场有预谋的突袭，目标则是一劳永逸的彻底杀死自己。
“亲爱的曼松，你就别指望能逃跑了。
因为我们已经做好了完全的准备，确保你无论使用什么魔法都没办法逃脱。
所以请拿出你压箱底的本事拼死一搏吧。
那样的话索斯或许还会考虑给你一个体面的死亡。”
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞试图激怒曼松，扰乱这个强大传奇法师冷静地思维。
但遗憾的是他失败了。
曼松并没有因为陷入绝境就变得疯狂或自暴自弃，反而迅速激活了身上所有可以瞬发的防护，将自己从头到脚包裹起来。
尤其是六环的【防生物力场】，直接选择了隔离自认为威胁最大的尼米多娜。
这个法术的效果是形成一层可跟随施法者移动的无形防护力场，让指定生物无法靠近自己。
以曼松的施法等级，最大可以覆盖半径六十米以上的范围。
所以当【防生物力场】生效的刹那，尼米多娜立刻被一股巨大的力量推着后退了十多米远。
紧跟着，他又迅速掏出一瓶治疗药剂喝了下去，让粉碎性骨折的手臂得以恢复。
欣赏着对方熟练且赏心悦目的操作，左思不由得笑着评价道：“相当聪明理智的选择。看来你在被我杀死过一次之后，肯定偷偷进行了大量的法术决斗训练。说不定这次会给我带来不一样的愉悦体验。”
“傅佐尔给了你什么好处，让你选择跟他联手来除掉我？”曼松强忍着内心之中的惶恐与愤怒质问道。
“好处？看来你还什么都不知道呢，我亲爱的老朋友。”傅佐尔·钱伯瑞发出一阵冷笑。
曾几何时，眼前这个阴险、狡诈、诡计多端的传奇法师一直都是他的心头之患。
But now, the other party is like a poor clown being played around by others.
"What agreement did you reach?"
Manshoon frowned, trying to figure out what had happened in the few short hours since Cyric descended upon him.
Fuzzol Chamberlain answered directly: "Sos has become the chosen one and perfect tyrant recognized by the Dark Lord.
So give up the idea of trying to sow discord between us as soon as possible, because there is no point in doing so.
Besides, he has been wanting to kill you for a long time.
You should blame yourself for your arrogance and for bringing upon yourself an enemy you shouldn't have brought upon yourself."
"Is there really nothing to discuss?"
Mansong looked into Zuo Si's eyes, wanting to resolve the crisis with a final effort.
"I'm sorry, but I just want to use your skull and soul to create a powerful magical item."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and used the eight-ring magic [Chain Dispel] as a signal to start fighting.
moment!
A blinding white light focused on Mansong's body.
Normally, this spell should remove the target's protective spells one by one in a very short period of time.
But Manshoon, as a legendary wizard, was obviously not going to give in for nothing. He activated the [Advanced Spell Immunity] in his spell storage ring almost at the same time.
As expected, [Chain Dispel] was completely blocked.
After all, as the name suggests, the effect of spell immunity is to provide the recipient with complete protection against spells of the specified type.
With this thing, ordinary dispelling magic will definitely not be able to remove the huge amount of protection on the opponent.
Seeing that his allies had already taken action, Fuzor Chamberlain immediately cast a series of strengthening divine spells, and then rushed forward with the scepter in his hand, intending to directly break the enemy's bones.
Mansong knew how dangerous this man was, so he didn't give him a chance to get close to him. He pushed him away with a protective palm and pressed him to death in the corner of the temple.
But just as Mansong was about to turn around to deal with Zuo Si, the alarm bells in his heart suddenly rang.
Turning around, he discovered that Nimidona, who had originally held the two-color sword, had switched to a compound bow, with two enchanted arrows emitting a terrifying aura hanging on the bowstring.
"No!!!!!!!!!"
Realizing the danger, he immediately activated a wall of force scroll, trying to block the fatal blow.
But before the force wall was fully formed, the nature servant loosened his slender white fingers.
Boom!!!! Two streaks of light flashed in the air, and the unstable force wall was instantly torn open in the middle.
One of the arrows seemed to be blocked by a force field at the moment of impact, and the second arrow successfully passed through the force field shortly afterwards.
Mansong, who was on the other side of the wall, was pierced through and flew backwards until he was nailed into the solid black stone wall.
Immediately afterwards, the natural force released from the arrow quickly transformed into magic vines, which quickly wrapped around Manshoon, who only had half of his body left.
The hands he relied on to cast spells had completely disappeared at this moment, and all that was left of his legs were the bloody broken thigh bones above the knees. Half of his intestines flowed out from the tear in his abdomen, and he looked extremely miserable.
There is no doubt that this is the terrifying [Killing Arrow] of the natural god with quasi-divine power.
Although the [Anti-Creature Field] can prevent certain creatures from approaching, it cannot resist attacks from ranged weapons and spells.
Because Manshoon only saw the threat of the [Blade of Life] and did not notice the compound bow carried on Nimidona's back, he paid a huge price for his carelessness.
Even the constant [Protective Arrow] was penetrated on the first strike.
The intense pain caused by his body being torn apart and his internal organs being squeezed and damaged was so severe that he could not help but let out a heart-wrenching wail.
“Aa ...
“Good job!”
Zuo Si chuckled and gave the God of Nature an approving look.
He originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to take down Mansong.
But who would have thought it would be so easy in the end.
Nimidona shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "Nothing. This human wizard is neither strong enough nor smart enough. It is as easy to deal with him as eating and drinking water. He is not worthy of your praise at all. Maybe next time, you can assign me a more challenging opponent."
"Don't worry, the thing this world has the most is powerful enough enemies. Believe me, you will soon find an opponent who is equally powerful and worth fighting."
After that, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to this somewhat proud nature servant, and walked straight to Mansong, staring into his bloodshot eyes and asked: "Do you have anything else to say?"
"I... I think we can talk... There's no need to be enemies forever. As long as you agree to let me go, I'm even willing to become your subordinate, and let the entire Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim serve you."
The severe injuries and pain obviously did not make Mansong lose his mind.
He was still trying his best to resolve the current situation which was overwhelmingly unfavorable to him.
It's a pity that Zuo Si didn't trust the sinister and cunning Mansong, nor did he plan to make him into a summoning creature card, but wanted to "kill him to establish his authority".
Use the founder and leader of the Zhentarim and High Lord of Zhentil Keep to declare to all of Faerûn what vengeance will be inflicted on those who seek to kill or capture him.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in your proposal."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si raised his hand and pressed it directly on Mansong's forehead, which was already wet with sweat, activating the abilities of his creator profession and the planeswalker spark.
The next second...
A ball of dazzling black and red flame instantly burst out from the chest of the legendary wizard, directly enveloping him completely.
"No! No! No! What are you doing? Stop! Stop now! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Please! I am willing to be your slave! Be your loyal dog!"
Feeling his soul being burned by an indescribable high temperature flame, which continuously produced pain that was ten thousand times more intense than physical pain, Mansong finally collapsed completely and began to struggle madly and uncontrollably.
After a while, everything on his body, including the black wizard robe, battle gorget, magic storage ring, shield pin, and the +4 power staff that fell to the ground, were all burned by the flames and turned into energy that poured into his head.
Not only that!
Mansong's body, internal organs, bones, skin, and eyeballs were all burned away by the magical flames, and all of them, along with the soul, were concentrated in the skull.
When a certain critical point is reached, the entire skull suddenly bursts out with a dazzling halo of necromancy magic.
In order to improve the quality of this magic item, Zuo Si raised his hand and forcibly captured all the souls of Xirik's followers floating in the streets and alleys of Zhentil Castle, and used their hysterical madness and resentment to strengthen the skull in his hand.
Gradually, the originally pale skull took on an eerie charred black color, and howling and roaring could be heard coming from inside.
【Manshoon's Skull】
Secondary Artifact
It can provide the wearer with two additional spell slots from the fifth to the ninth level. All necromancy magic will have "spell enhancement" when released, and the wearer will be permanently immune to necromancy magic below the third level.
This object houses much of the tortured soul of the legendary mage Manshoon.
When the user releases a spell that can torture the soul on him, he will, together with thousands of maddened Xirik followers, howl loudly enough to kill all living beings within a hundred meters. The effect is equivalent to the nine-ring magic [Banshee's Howl], which can be used up to three times a day.
In addition, you can also use threats and coercion to make Mansoon's soul serve you.
He retains much of his knowledge and spellcasting abilities, and is happy to use them to buy himself a respite from his eternal torment.
If the Skull of Manshoon is thrown into liquid for soaking or cooking, any living person who drinks the liquid will fall into madness within 24 hours and will be quickly transformed into a special form of undead - a mad corpse.
The most significant characteristic of this undead creature is that it is always in a violent state without any sanity at all.
They will be controlled by the wielder of the Skull of Manshoon until they are completely destroyed.
Looking at the specific effect of this evil artifact he created, Zuo Si couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile: "Not bad! Much better than I expected. The only pity is that most of the souls of the Dark Sun believers have been cast into the throne of the Dark Lord. Otherwise, if there were more sacrifices, this thing should be able to become even stronger."
"You managed to capture and imprison Manshoon's spirit? He can't be resurrected through cloning?"
Fu Zor Chamberlain, who had freed himself from the protective palm, immediately came over and asked.
“Although not all of them, but almost 90% of the souls are here.
As for the rest, it should have passed through the plane barrier at the moment of death.
If nothing goes wrong, I should be entering my clone body and preparing to be resurrected now."
Zuo Si gave the answer in a slightly joking tone.
The essence of [Static Clone] is to copy the caster's own body and keep it in the youngest and healthiest state.
When the original body dies due to various reasons, the soul will pass through the plane channel at the moment of physical death and directly enter the most recently created clone to be resurrected.
But the problem is that when crossing the plane channel, some unexpected situations may occur.
For example, the soul is suddenly torn into many parts and then sent into different clones.
As a result, when the caster wakes up, he finds that all around him are clones of himself. Not only do they look exactly the same, but even their memories, personalities, and ways of thinking are exactly the same.
At this time, all the clones will start killing each other uncontrollably.
By killing other clones and absorbing the soul fragments in their bodies, one's own soul becomes more and more complete.
However, Mansong's situation is obviously special.
Most of his soul had been captured by Zuo Si and imprisoned in his skull, where he suffered terrible torture day and night.
Only less than 10% of the soul fragments passed through the plane channel and successfully entered the clone body.
Even Zuo Si wanted to know very much, when the less than 10% of the soul was resurrected, would it become a madman or a fool, or a group of madmen and fools...
With this curiosity in mind, he quickly went to the nearest clone storage location with Fuzol Chamberlain.
As a result, as soon as the two of them appeared, they saw more than a dozen "Manshons" casting spells madly and recklessly, and there were seven or eight mutilated corpses lying on the ground.
"I am the real Manshoon! All of you damn imposters, go to hell!"
"Shut up! I'm the real one! You and them are the fakes!"
"Kill, kill, kill!! Just one Mansong is enough in this world!"
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For a moment, all the Manshoon were like irrational lunatics. They didn't even cast protective magic on themselves, but just kept releasing powerful and large-scale damaging spells.
It is not difficult to see from the confusion and bloodthirstiness revealed in their eyes that they cannot be called normal people at all.
"Oh my God! What...what on earth is going on?"
Fuzor Chamberlain swung his weapon and knocked to death a Manson who rushed up and wanted to release a chain of lightning to his face, his face full of shock and disbelief.
Zuo Si stroked his chin and analyzed with interest: "I think there might be something wrong with Mansong's cloning technique, or the soul fragments had an accident when crossing the plane channel, causing his already incomplete soul to be divided into dozens or hundreds of pieces.
Because each clone receives too few soul fragments, they do not seem to be smart, and even act on instinct like wild beasts.
That is, hunting other clones to seize fragments, so that one's own soul can become as complete as possible.
Perhaps when all the Manshoons are killed and only the last one is left, he will become closer to the Manshoon we know."
Hearing this, Fuzor Chamberlain's mouth twitched uncontrollably: "Then how do you think we should deal with this situation? Kill all the clones and make Mansong disappear from this world completely?"
"Why? Don't you see this as an opportunity to bring Manshoon under your wing?
Don't forget, he has less than one-tenth of his soul.
We can use magic to inject new soul energy to complete the missing parts, and then reshape the character of the new Manshoon while retaining its existing thinking, memory and magical abilities.
If successful, you will gain a loyal and powerful legendary wizard as your assistant.
Even if we fail, there is no loss.”
There was a frightening gleam of excitement in Zuo Si's eyes.
Needless to say, he regarded Mansong's residual soul and clone as perfect experimental subjects.
"Okay! Just do as you say!"
Fuzzol Chamberlain was undoubtedly moved.
For the next few minutes, the two watched the Mansoons kill each other.
Every once in a while, there are even clones teleported in from other hiding places.
By the end of the killing, the number of corpses had exceeded one hundred.
However, as the number of clones decreased, they began to gradually regain their sanity, and the spell duel became a little more interesting.
Just as the Manshoon clone "Chicken Eating Contest" entered its climax, far away on the streets of Zhentil Castle, the confused Paladin Selul encountered a succubus loli holding a beheading giant sword and reaping lives.
When the former saw this little girl with human appearance tearing off the arm of a Xirik believer with extremely efficient movements, and then pinching the neck to absorb life and magic energy from the other party's mouth and nose, he immediately drew his weapon vigilantly and shouted: "What kind of monster are you?"
"Monster? Are you talking about me?"
Atona pointed at her nose and blinked innocently.
She looks like an exquisite and lovely doll, making people want to hold her in their arms and love her dearly.
But Celul did not dare to take it lightly at all. He dragged his exhausted body and shouted: "Stop playing dumb! I saw what you did just now! You drained that guy's vitality and magic power alive! This is a power that only evil demons have! You are not human at all! Show me your true form!"
Hearing the accusation of the Holy Knight, the Succubus Loli suddenly smiled like a child and said in a soft voice: "You said I am an evil demon, so what are you? Lower your head and look at the blood and flesh on your body, and then think carefully about the people who died under your sword.
We are all killing, can you tell whose killing is more just and whose killing is more evil? No, you can't.
Because those I killed were all Dark Sun believers who had fallen into madness, even the gods would not define my behavior as evil.
But what about you? Not only did you kill many followers of the Dark Sun, you also killed many slaves and indirectly killed countless residents of Zhentil Castle who lost their lives in the riot.
As an officer of Zhentil Keep, you not only abandoned your duties when the city came under attack, but also led the slaves in a so-called uprising, pledging to fight alongside them until the end of your life.
But when you discovered that these slaves had lost control and began to vent their anger, you broke your oath and drew your sword against your companions who had fought alongside you.
Noble Paladin, tell me, can you really still say that you represent justice?"
Following a series of questions from Atona that went straight to the point, Selul fell silent for an instant, and could no longer even hold the sword in her hand, letting it fall to the ground.
About two or three seconds later, he fell to his knees and started crying, muttering some words that no one could understand.
Needless to say, the succubus Lolita used her ability to detect thoughts to effortlessly break through the other party's almost collapsed psychological defenses, and was keenly aware of the confusion, pain and helplessness in the woman's heart.
At this moment, she could even see through the magical vision granted by divine power that the [Aura of Kindness], [Divine Grace], [Divine Blessing], and [Aura of Courage] that originally belonged to the Holy Knight in Selul were dissipating at a very fast speed, and were replaced by a deep resentment.
There is no doubt that this woman abandoned her faith in Tyr, the god of justice.
She has fallen.
After confirming this, Atona walked up to him with graceful and light steps, stretched out her hand to gently wipe the tears from his face, and said in an extremely sincere tone: "I can understand your pain.
Because I was once as confused and helpless as you.
Since God can't give you what you want, why not try other methods?
Come, join me in praying to the Great Master.
He will help you out, just like he helped me..."