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 firsthand experiencing 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.
After all, only by abandoning all unnecessary personal feelings, making the most rational judgments based entirely on interests, and daring to break all rules when necessary to use the most cruel and bloody means to cleanse those vested interest groups that are in the way, can we truly govern a country and make it prosperous and strong.
What this requires is precisely dictatorship and tyranny with evil lawful tendencies.
The concentration and decentralization of power is a delicate art.
And you, my friend, are still far from being a qualified tyrant..."
After hearing this, Fu Zuoer Chamberlain was completely dumbfounded.
Because he had never thought that spreading the teachings and ideas of Bane, the God of Tyranny, could be done in this way.
In particular, he fools the people in a certain area by having one person play the role of a good guy and another play the role of a bad guy, and then quietly supports a potential tyrant to power, gradually changing the cognition of the civilians in this area, and making them recognize Bane's teachings and ideas from the bottom of their hearts.
If used properly, it can completely change the situation where the church is faced with hostility and suppression in certain areas.
After thinking over and over for several minutes, Fuzor Chamberlain finally raised his head and responded solemnly: "In order to spread the teachings of the great dark lord, I can cooperate with you. But the problem is that after the turmoil, killing and destruction tonight, Zhentil Castle no longer has the power to launch a large-scale invasion in a short period of time."
"Hehe, please don't worry about this.
I'm lending you this [Tyrant's Scepter] that can permanently control others.
I believe that with the help of this artifact, you should be able to quickly recruit an army of monsters and barbarian tribes from the mountains and forests.
In addition, I will provide a batch of armor, weapons and food.
All you have to do is train them together.”
After saying that, Zuo Si handed the artifact he had just obtained to the other party without hesitation.
Gulp!
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain swallowed subconsciously, and a strong greed flashed in his eyes.
Although he already has a similar artifact [Eye of the Tyrant], which can make the holder immune to all attacks of the Eye Demon's rays, and the weapon also has self-awareness and can automatically attack the enemy without the owner's control.
But who would complain about having too many powerful artifacts?
What's more, the powerful control ability of the [Tyrant's Scepter] is the power that this power-hungry voter desires most.
But soon, Fuzor Chamberlain restrained his strong possessive desire, carefully took the scepter, stroked the runes and marks carved on it by the God of Tyranny himself, and gave a straightforward guarantee.
"Give me two to three months to prepare, and then I will personally lead the army to sweep through every town from the Dragon Coast to West Heartland."
"Great! Now let's discuss how to get rid of this annoying guy Manshoon. I believe the Dark Lord must be tired of his shaky faith, right?"
As he spoke, a chilling smile appeared on Zuo Si's face.
Fuzor Chamberlain, who had long been unhappy with Mansoon's long-term control of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim's top position, also showed a cold and cruel smile and nodded: "Ah! That's right, it's time to send this old friend on his way.
Here, this is where I've found most of the clones hiding.
Do you think we should deal with the clones first? Or should we visit Manshoon himself first? "
"Is there any need to ask? Of course, I should visit Manshoon himself. The best way to deal with enemies is to let them struggle in pain and finally die in despair and helplessness."
Zuo Si made his choice without hesitation.
“You have a point.
Come on, Manshoon should now be praying to the great Bane in the hall of the temple, hoping to gain forgiveness in this way.
But he obviously forgot that what the God of Tyranny hates most is weakness.
The moment he retreated before Cyric's avatar, he had lost the right to continue to rule Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim."
After saying this, Fuzor Chamberlain walked straight out of the small altar in his residence and walked along the street covered with blood and corpses towards the largest temple in Zhentil Castle.
After a while, the two of them walked into this dark building, which was more like a fortress than a temple.
At this moment, the legendary wizard Manshoon was standing in front of the huge statue of Bane, with his head down, chanting words in praise of the dark lord.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I pray, there will be no response.
This indifferent reaction made him feel extremely uneasy, and he didn't even notice the two people who appeared at the door.
But soon, the crisp sound of Fuzol Chamberlain's metal boots stepping on the stone ground finally made Manson turn around subconsciously.
The moment he saw clearly who was coming, his pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and dilated again. An indescribable sense of crisis quickly surged into his heart.
"Long time no see, Master Manshoon. I'm sure you didn't sleep very well after the Battle of Luskan, right?"
Zuo Si politely put one hand on his chest and was the first to say hello.
"Hahaha! It's more than just not good! He has nightmares every night." Fu Zol Chamberlain laughed unscrupulously.
Without any hesitation!
After realizing that the two dangerous enemies before him would definitely join hands to harm him, Manshoon immediately wanted to activate the teleportation magic and escape directly to his hiding place outside Zhentil Keep.
Because he knew that if Fuzzol Chamberlain dared to do something to him, he must have obtained the permission of the God of Tyranny.
In other words, he was treated as a discarded pawn by the newly resurrected Bane.
But unfortunately, at the moment the spell was activated, a white-green light suddenly fell from the sky.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!! With the violent impact, not only was Mansong's spell forcibly interrupted, but he also flew back several meters and slammed into a solid stone wall.
Even though he was wearing a large number of high-level magic items and even triggered a chain of accidental spells, he was still seriously injured. He spurted out a mouthful of dark red blood with a "wow" sound, and one of his arms was twisted backwards into an L shape.
Without asking, I know it must be a comminuted fracture.
When the dust and smoke in the sky dissipated, the figure of the God of Nature appeared in everyone's sight.
Whether it was the [Blade of Life] in her hand, the three pairs of wings as iconic as those of the Seraph, or the amazing energy emanating from her body, all made Mansoon feel like she was facing a formidable enemy.
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain was a little calmer because he knew that Nimidona was Zuo Si's person.
But even so, he was still afraid of the power possessed by his young ally.
After all, that was a Seraphim God Servant! A powerful divine creature that was even rarer than gods! Even gods would treat them with great courtesy and respect! To be honest, Fuzor Qianbury had no idea how Zuo Si could get a Seraphim God Servant to work for him.
“Damn it!”
Looking at Nimidona who fell from the sky and interrupted his magic teleportation, and the other two enemies with legendary spellcasting abilities, Manshoon's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Only then did he realize that this was definitely a premeditated raid, and the goal was to kill him once and for all.
"My dear Manshoon, don't expect to escape.
Because we have made full preparations to ensure that you will not be able to escape no matter what magic you use.
So please use all your best skills and give it a try.
Then perhaps Thors might consider giving you a dignified death."
Fuzor Chamberlain sought to provoke Manshoon's wrath and disturb the calm thinking of this powerful and legendary wizard.
But unfortunately he failed.
Mansong did not become crazy or give up on himself because he was in a desperate situation. Instead, he quickly activated all the protections on his body that could be instantly activated and wrapped himself from head to toe.
Especially the Sixth Ring's [Anti-Biological Force Field], which directly chose to isolate Nimidona, who it considered to be the biggest threat.
The effect of this spell is to form an invisible protective force field that can move with the caster, preventing designated creatures from approaching him.
With Mansong's spellcasting level, the maximum radius that can be covered is more than sixty meters.
So when the [Anti-Biological Force Field] took effect, Nimidona was immediately pushed back more than ten meters by a huge force.
Then he quickly took out a bottle of healing potion and drank it, allowing his comminuted fractured arm to recover.
Admiring the other party's skilled and pleasing operation, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile and commented: "It's a very smart and rational choice. It seems that after being killed by me once, you must have secretly conducted a lot of magic duel training. Maybe this time it will bring me a different and pleasant experience."
"What benefits did Fu Zor give you that made you choose to join forces with him to get rid of me?" Mansong asked, suppressing the fear and anger in his heart.
"Benefits? It seems you know nothing yet, my dear old friend." Fuzzol Chamberlain sneered.
Once upon a time, this sinister, cunning and scheming legendary wizard had always been a thorn in his side.
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!"
…
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..."
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