Vermes suddenly sprayed two balls of golden sparks from his nostrils, clearly expressing his hatred towards Ximamon, Kurremos, and the Moon Elf Mage in front of him.
Because ever since the magical object that could control the brain and spy on other people's thoughts and memories was removed, she found that she could not beat the other party in this kind of intellectual game.
And everyone seems to be hiding some little secrets and always trying to use themselves to achieve their goals.
Most importantly, there is no way to solve the problem by using violence.
There is no doubt that the feeling of being treated like a fool is not good at all.
Wilmes even had the urge to find Zuo Si to put the strange object back into his brain.
At least with the magical object, even if you don't use your brain to think, you won't be easily deceived or used by the enemy.
Especially in battle, two brains controlling the body at the same time is much more powerful than one brain.
The psychic powers and spells released by Qiwu at critical moments often help Wilmes force back his opponents and seize the initiative.
"Great Red Dragon Queen! Please do not confuse me with them. I am loyal to Lord Soth and you, and I have never had any other thoughts."
Ashmi placed one hand on her chest and bowed deeply.
She was so slender and frail that she looked like an insignificant ant in front of the giant red dragon of Purgatory.
The dragon's might that was unintentionally released alone was enough to make the Moon Elf female mage feel an uncontrollable sense of fear.
The reason why she was still standing here and not turning around and running away was entirely because compared with Ximamon and Kurremos, her strength was the weakest one.
If you want to kill Cripple Jazz, who occupies the core area of Myth Drannor Royal Court and the puzzle, and the dark elf forces he leads, the Jeller family, and avenge your dead relatives and friends, you must seek help from external forces.
After joining Zuo Si, Ashmi can use the Shuoyou mobile terminal to regularly report some of Ximanmeng's little actions and thoughts in exchange for various magical knowledge.
But this speed of increasing spellcasting level is still too slow.
So she quickly set her sights on Wilmes, who possessed great power but lacked the wisdom and brains to match it.
Since one of them has power but no brains, and the other has brains but no power, it can be said that they hit it off.
The result is that these guys inevitably fall into a state of cooperation, wariness and suspicion towards each other.
Although Wilmes was not smart, he had followed Zuo Si the longest and therefore learned some political tactics.
She first used Ximamon to check and balance Kurremos, and then used Ashmi to monitor Ximamon.
In this way, even without using his brain much, he could easily figure out what the two guys who posed the greatest threat to him were doing behind the scenes.
It has to be said that after several years of repeated training, this originally simple-minded and well-developed Purgatory Red Dragon is becoming more and more cunning and insidious.
And when encountering problems, they no longer always think of solving them through violence, killing and destruction.
If Zuo Si knew about these operations, he would definitely feel very gratified.
"Loyal? Do you believe it when you say it? Sos once said that loyalty is a false proposition.
There may be countless reasons for one person to swear allegiance to another, and they must have common interests, ideas or concepts.
But if you want to betray, you only need one reason.
Therefore, he never cared about the loyalty of his subordinates, but would adopt simpler and more direct methods to maintain stable subordinate relationships.
For example, offering an offer that is impossible to refuse and ensuring that any betrayal will pay a heavy price.
I believe you should understand this, right? "
As he spoke, Wilmes slowly stood up and looked down at the Moon Elf Mage who was trembling under the dragon's claws.
There is no doubt that she is well aware that she cannot control Kurremos, who is of similar strength, and Ximamon, who is the master of the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim.
But Ashmi is different! This moon elf mage has no power of her own, and no backing.
Moreover, like Wilmes, she has been branded with the mark of Baator Hell deep in her soul. Her soul will be controlled by Zuo Si even after death, so it is natural that they should be in the same camp.
In addition, since Ashmi had signed a devil's contract to sell her soul, the possibility of her suddenly betraying him was very small.
This means that she will be a very good think tank and helper.
Every powerful and evil chromatic dragon usually has a similar spellcaster by his side to handle daily affairs and help with advice.
In the past, Wilmes had always been by Zuo Si's side, so he didn't have to worry about things like using his brain.
But now that she has set up her own business, she urgently needs such a character to help her.
Otherwise, it would take a lot of time and energy just to manage the large number of servants under his command, and to deal with the tribes of goblins, orcs, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, barbarians, various giants, etc. who came to surrender voluntarily.
Especially after defeating Balagos, countless tribes throughout the Starswirl Mountains sent envoys to pay homage to the newly crowned Red Dragon Queen, offering gifts and hoping to become her minions.
Even many dragons, out of fear, either took out some gold, silver and jewelry, or sent people to deliver one or two valuable magic items, acknowledging Wilmes' undisputed dominance over this territory.
Looking at the Purgatory Red Dragon's eyes that were as deep and dark as black jade, Ashmi bit her lip and nodded slightly: "Yes! For Lord Soth, I have only infinite fear and awe.
He is both the supreme ruler of darkness and a powerful, terrifying, and perfect tyrant.
Controls my life, death, destiny and soul.
And what he needs is not loyalty, but his subordinates to exert their talents and roles to the best of their ability, while maintaining absolute obedience. "
"That's right! Soth doesn't need trash, let alone those fools who like to think they are smart.
So if you want to climb up under him and win his attention, the first thing is to demonstrate your abilities and talents.
You will never get ahead if you just do your job well.
But if you serve me and do a good enough job, you'll get extra points.
By the same token, when my power becomes strong enough, I can also send my men to infiltrate Cormanthor and enter Myth Drannor to help you complete the revenge you have longed for.
I believe you should know best that I am different from those sinister and cunning guys like Ximanmon and Kuerlemos."
As he spoke, Wilmes lowered his neck and put his huge head in front of the moon elf mage.
The suffocating feeling of oppression and the scorching heat coming out of her nostrils almost suffocated Ashmi.
But she bit her bleeding lips tightly, forcing herself to stay calm through the pain, and after a long while she knelt on one knee and responded solemnly: "It is my honor to serve you!
Please rest assured, I will apply to Ximanmeng after I return and will be responsible for connecting with you on intelligence.
I believe that after your threat just now, he will be very happy to let me take over this stall.
In this way, I can use the Zhentarim's intelligence network in the south to build a sphere of influence for you with the Vortex Mountains as the center, covering various mountainous areas, dense forests and swamps.
By then, Lord Soth will rule the civilized world dominated by humans, and you will become the ruler of the wild world."
"Very good! I look forward to your performance!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Wilmes extended his forked tongue and gently licked the slender neck and cheeks of the moon elf mage.
moment!
The latter's entire body straightened on the spot as if stimulated, and his muscles were so tense that they began to spasm slightly.
Ashmi's behavior was not due to some physiological reaction caused by external stimulation, but rather came from extreme mental fear.
You should know that colored dragons, especially the evil, cruel and tyrannical red dragons, often like to eat the flesh of young women the most.
Among them, the elves are ranked first on the list of delicacies.
So when she was licked by the forked tongue, she thought the other party was acting beastly and wanted to eat her, and she was almost frightened to the point of incontinence.
fortunately!
Wilmes simply licked it, feeling the delicate skin and the texture of the meat, and did not take any further action.
"Please... please rest assured that I won't let you down."
阿什米猛然间打了个机灵，赶忙再次行礼并像逃命一样施展传送魔法原地消失。
她前脚刚离开不到十几秒钟，保持着邪恶表情的维尔梅斯便忍不住大笑起来，一边笑还一边在财宝堆上打滚。
“有趣！这可真是太有趣了！
在玩弄人心和人性方面，我果然还得向索斯学习。
只要把恐惧的种子深深的埋进对方的内心深处，那么等它生根发芽的时候我就能不费吹灰之力的掌控这个月精灵。
同样的道理，我也可以用在其他任何一个人的身上。”
说到这，这条炼狱红龙突然停顿了一下，把目光投向匍匐在地上的青少年棕龙与黑龙，用不容拒绝的语气命令道：“你们俩！给我爬过来！”
刚刚被狠狠殴打、修理了一顿的奥塔苟斯和奥洛克塞斯哪里敢有半点反抗的意思。
立马像两条被主人驯服的狗一样，整个身体匍匐在地上，仿佛壁虎一样从角落里瑟瑟发抖的快速爬到近前。
他们甚至不敢抬头去看这个战胜了巴拉迦斯的红龙女王，耷拉着脑袋盯着脚下被岩浆加热到滚烫的岩石地面。
“告诉我，巴拉迦斯平日里最喜欢对你们做些什么事情？”
维尔梅斯用前爪拖着下巴饶有兴致的问。
“他……他最喜欢从我们身上撕下小块的肉，然后当着我的面用火焰烤熟，一点一点的吃掉。”奥塔苟斯用略带颤抖的声音回答道。
奥洛克塞斯则用同样充满绝望的语气补充道：“巴拉迦斯不给我们任何食物，每年还会还让我们相互厮杀。而且还让我们去看那些被他杀死、吃掉巨龙的遗骸。据说在我们之前，还有很多巨龙守卫都在长大到一定程度后被杀掉了。”
“原来如此。怪不得你们会如此的畏惧他。”
维尔梅斯浮现出若有所思的表情。
毫无疑问，巴拉迦斯这种做法是典型的红龙暴君，即用恐惧、暴力和死亡迫使目标屈服。
如果换成以前，她百分之百会认同巴拉迦斯的所作所为，并觉得这才是一条红龙该做的事情。
但是现在，维尔梅斯直接施展了一个九环许愿术。
还没等少年黑龙——奥洛克塞斯反应过来发生了什么，就发现自己被硬生生撕咬下来的双翼奇迹般的恢复了。
长期受到残忍虐待的他显然搞不懂新主人究竟是什么意思，立马抬起头露出惊恐的神情，生怕这是某种更加可怕折磨的开始。
可维尔梅斯却并没有这样做，而是把几头顺手捕捉回来的岩地山羊往对方眼前一丢：“给，吃吧。
我跟巴拉迦斯不同，只要你们乖乖服从和听话，就不用担心会遭到无缘无故的虐待和杀戮。
刚好相反！
只要你们的表现能令我感到满意，甚至还会给与你们奖励，通过魔法的力量让你们变得更加强大。
我想要做的是掌控整个费伦大陆西海岸南方所有人迹罕至的山脉、森林和沼泽。
为了达成这个目标，我需要很多有用的帮手。
你们能明白我的意思吗？”
“您是说……我们从今以后不用再做奴隶了？”
棕龙奥塔苟斯因为过于激动导致就连声音都在颤抖。
“没错！ 我甚至可以给与你们自由，以及获取战利品、拥有属于自己巢穴跟财宝的权力。
但前提是你们得表现出足够的价值。
并且每获取一份财宝，都必须将其中的一半上缴给我。”
在说这番话的时候，维尔梅斯嘴角微微上翘，眼睛里闪烁着贪婪的光芒。
不用问也知道，她这一手发展下线、扩大敛财范围也是跟左思学的。
毕竟光靠自己赚钱实在是太慢了，而且还要经常出动，效率着实是不怎么高。
相比之下，多发展一些手下，然后让他们去干活，自己只要躺在财宝堆上等着对方上供多舒服。
这些年左思就是通过这种方法拿走了维尔梅斯差不多一半的收益。
现在维尔梅斯有模有样的学了过去，打算也以同样方法来剥削自己的下属。
除此之外，她还从左思管理地精狼人过程中，无师自通学会了如何从精神和思想上奴役智慧生物。
压迫、暴力和杀戮这些统统都只是辅助手段。
真正想要做到让目标心甘情愿的服从，其实跟训练动物并没有本质上的区别。
都是通过奖励和惩罚机制来规范对方的行为，从而形成一种习惯并扭曲原有认知。
毕竟大部分人的行为习惯，都是根据反馈来一点一点形成的。
如果做了某件事情得到的一直都是负反馈，不仅不会从中得到回报和快乐，反而得到的是痛苦、折磨，那么人就会下意识避免去做此类事情。
但如果反过来得到是正反馈，可以从中源源不断获得回报、快乐，那么他们就会乐意去做这件事情。
维尔梅斯现在就是要利用这种反馈机制，来驯化两条已经完全被巴拉迦斯玩坏的青少年龙。
要知道一切的“幸福感”都源自于比较。
在经历了巴拉迦斯那长期的非人折磨、虐待和死亡威胁，突然一下子换了个仁慈的新主人，奥塔苟斯和奥洛克塞斯马上感觉龙生充满希望，疯狂啃食着岩地山羊的肉，内心之中甚至还有那么一点点的感动。
他们根本没有意识到，从这一刻开始，自己落入了一个精心编制的陷阱。
在维尔梅斯的眼中，所谓的管理学就是在不激起强烈反抗情绪的前提下，通过诸如画大饼等方式尽可能去压榨手下，从而获取更多、更大的利益。
她不仅要压榨，而且还要让这些被压榨的人发自内心的感激自己。
要是有谁起了异心，直接把这家伙的情报故意泄露给自诩善良、正义的组织，借助对方的手将其铲除掉即可。
就在维尔梅斯开始给两条青少年巨龙洗脑的时候，远在阿斯卡特拉的墓园区地下，吸血鬼女王巴荻正匍匐在地上，向自己的主人讲述最近一段时间针对影贼公会的一系列动作，以及背后所隐藏的企图。
不得不说，这一幕着实是把魔裔精灵刺客给吓得不轻。
她甚至有点不敢相信，把偌大影贼公会搞得快要内战、分裂的幕后黑手，居然仅仅是左思一名手下的擅自行动。
更让菲德无法接受的是，对方迄今为止甚至还有没有亲自下场，只是向那些下属公会的首领们展示了一下实力。
尤其是遍布在墓穴中的陷阱和散发着刺鼻味道的血池，简直让人感到毛骨悚然。
“所以刺杀艾朗·林维尔和袭击影贼公会总部与你无关，都是麦瓦自己的主意？”
在听完了全部回报之后，左思摸着下巴浮现出玩味的表情。
巴荻赶忙点了点头：“没错。麦瓦是个野心勃勃的家伙。
自从他接手码头区的公会之后，就一直在积极拓展势力。
其他公会首领不敢干的事情他敢干，其他公会首领不敢做的违禁品生意他也要做。
据我所知，这家伙还打通了跟塞尔红袍法师的联系，秘密向某些追求刺激的有钱年轻人兜售成瘾性的炼金药物。
不管是刺杀艾朗·林维尔，还是这次直接袭击影贼公会总部，他都是从塞尔那边雇佣的人。
在渥金商场区，红袍法师有一个叫做八杖的组织，麦瓦应该就是得到了他们的支持。”
“塞尔的红袍也卷入其中了？”
左思眼睛里闪过一丝惊讶。
对于“八杖”在阿斯卡特拉有秘密据点这件事情他是知道的。
由于这个据点并不是之前那种拥有治外法权、可以驻扎军队的租界。
仅仅是作为一个在西海岸进行魔法物品买卖、搜集情报、提供雇佣服务的场所。
而且还跟蒙面法师公会达成了协议。
所以左思就没有做太多的理会。
“我想他们应该是不甘心失去如此巨大的市场跟利益，所以打算借助影贼公会的黑市做些手脚。不久之前他们还派出使者企图跟我缔结联盟，但是被我拒绝了。”巴荻小心翼翼的解释道。
毫无疑问，这位吸血鬼女王并不确定自己的这些举动是否在主人的允许范围之内。
毕竟影贼公会的内乱已经开始对阿斯卡特拉的社会稳定造成了非常严重的影响。
不出意外的话，等夜幕降临之后两股势力相互杀戮会变得更加频繁、血腥。
不过左思并没有理会巴荻，而是把目光投向了菲德，非常干脆的问：“你现在应该已经知道了全部的信息，接下来打算怎么做？”
“你问我？”
魔裔精灵指了指自己的鼻子一脸懵逼。
因为她一直以来给自己的定位都是个执行者，而不是什么决策者。
“不然呢？你的愿望应该是艾朗·林维尔报仇，顺便出了自己被冤枉的这口恶气，对吧？既然如此，我索性就把决定权交给你好了。”
In his opinion, after he took over Amn, there was no need to keep the Shadow Thieves Guild as a criminal organization.
All you need to do afterwards is to recruit those elite thieves and assassins and form an organization similar to a spy agency to specialize in collecting and spying on intelligence.
Hearing this, the corners of Fed's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but remind him: "I'm just an assassin. I'm best at killing, not thinking. If you leave this kind of thing to me, I won't be responsible if it goes wrong."
Zuo Si smiled and consoled him, "Don't worry, no matter how much trouble you make, Badi will be responsible for cleaning up your mess.
It's a good opportunity for you to take advantage of this to learn how to think and manage an organization from the perspective of a superior.
Don't be afraid of mistakes and failures.
In the end, it's not you who will pay the price, but those shadow thieves who haven't realized that they are in big trouble.
In addition, if you think there are people in the Shadow Thieves Guild who are worth helping, you might as well try to give them a chance to choose.
Remember, besides knowledge and power, the most precious and valuable thing in this world is talent.
Whether it is an organization or a country, it must have sufficient talents to manage it in order to prosper and develop.
Otherwise, even if you have huge wealth and resources, you will collapse from within bit by bit.
Don't be too anxious, you can take your time with this matter.
I will give you enough time, whether it is a few months or a year or half. "
"Okay, I'll try."
Feder was obviously moved.
She was not an idiot, so she could naturally see that Zuo Si wanted to train her to become the leader of a force.
Combined with the nearly fatal and crazy combat training of the Nature Goddess Nimidona in recent days, anyone who is not a fool understands what this means.
"Come on! I'm rooting for you!"
Zuo Si pinched the demon elf's flexible pointed ears in a very frivolous manner and shook them twice.
"Damn it! Let go! Haven't you heard that the ears of elves, especially female elves, should not be touched casually?"
Fed quickly broke free with a red face and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"You are not a pure-blooded elf, but a demon-born elf. What is there to be afraid of?"
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the assassin lady's strong protest, winked at the vampire queen, and then walked straight into the secret room deeper inside.
When the door to the only passage slammed shut, he slowly asked, "What has Erinikas been busy with recently? Has he come to see you?"
"Erenicus came here once after the gods started the war against Cyric.
He has recently set his sights on Sarevok, the son of Bhaal, who has been active in the Baldur's Gate area.
It seemed as if he was trying to seize the divinity and power of the God of Murder from the other party.
However, there has been no news since the invasion of the Zhentil Keep army.
I don't really know what Erinikas is doing right now.
But one thing is certain, that is, he occupied the first few floors of the Dura Tower in the south of the Sharptooth Forest and rebuilt a fully equipped laboratory there.
A tour group wanted to bring people in for a tour, but they were all killed by the demons he summoned.
Since then, no one has dared to approach."
Badi dumped out all the information he had.
"Durag's Tower? Ha! He picked a good place."
Zuo Si couldn't help but chuckle.
Durrag's Tower, as the name suggests, is the residence built by Durrag, the famous dwarf hero, also known as the "Troll Slayer", for himself and his people.
It is located on top of a rugged mountain and is a very traditional and extremely defensible solid stone fortress.
In addition to the above-ground part, there are also extremely large and complex tunnels and mazes underground.
After all, dwarves feel safer staying underground than living on the surface.
Moreover, this place is very close to the Sharptooth Forest, the largest forest east of Baldur's Gate, so it is far away from the main road and there are often monsters and wild beasts. Therefore, there is basically no need to worry about being disturbed by frequent visitors.
However, the wonderful life of the Durrag family was soon disrupted by the invasion of the Mind Flayers and Shapeshifters.
Under the manipulation of this duo who specialized in conspiracy and intrigue, the dwarves in Durrag's Tower quickly became insecure, and soon began to fall into chaos and infighting.
Having witnessed the deaths of his entire family, and even killed some of them himself, the dwarf hero Durrag quickly fell into hysterical madness.
He drilled into the deepest tunnel underground, constantly installing various deadly traps to keep all the mind flayers and shapeshifters out, and eventually died alone in the depths of the tunnel.
Since then, Durlag's Tower has become the most famous adventure destination in the Baldur's Gate area.
Countless adventurers, eager to get rich overnight, flocked into the tower to find the treasure of the Durrag family.
But unfortunately, most of them never came back alive after entering.
Gradually, this place was abandoned and became a legend.
With Erinikas's strength, clearing out the deformed monsters occupying Durrag's Tower and the traps is easier than eating and drinking.
"Master, do you need me to go over there and take a look?" Badi asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No need. Since he has set his sights on Sarevok, it is enough for us to keep an eye on Sarevok and Aberdare, the two sons of Bhaal. Do you know what Sarevok has been doing recently?"
The Vampire Queen responded without hesitation: "Sarevok is controlling those shapeshifters to infiltrate the major provincial capitals that control Baldur's Gate.
At the same time, he ordered his bandits to continue robbing caravans and blocking the transportation of supplies.
His plan was simple, which was to use the bandits to divert attention and delay the speed of the troops dispatched by the dukes of Baldur's Gate.
After all, as long as these bandits are still wreaking havoc, Baldur's Gate must consider what to do if the Flaming Fist mercenaries go out en masse and the city is besieged by bandits right after.
Moreover, Sarevok deliberately exaggerated that these bandits were pawns sent by Zhentil Castle to cause trouble, thereby arousing hatred among the people.
Once he finds an opportunity to get rid of the three dukes, he will be able to use his unknown relationship with Grand Duchess Lila Jennas to gain military power through a series of operations.
As for the Iron Throne Chamber of Commerce led by his adoptive father, it has now basically fallen into the control of Sarevok.
Among other things, this guy also reopened a temple to a god of murder beneath Baldur's Gate.
Every once in a while, he would take a few believers there to hold cruel and bloody sacrificial ceremonies in order to strengthen his own divine power and divinity.
Compared to the other sons of Bhaal who are still in their infancy, Sarevok is clearly far ahead."
"Reopen the Temple of Baal and then hold a sacrificial ceremony inside? He is really incredibly smart!"
Zuo Si couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.
Obviously, Sharevok must have discovered the remaining power of faith in the temple, so he wanted to digest and absorb all of this power to make himself stronger.
But his level of religious studies obviously remained at the most elementary stage.
They simply don't understand that while doing so may be beneficial in the short term, in the long run it is simply injecting a deadly poison into their bodies.
Whether it is the sacrificial ceremony itself or the absorption of the remaining faith in the temple, its essence is to strengthen the power of the dead Baal.
When this power accumulates to a certain level, Baal, the God of Murder, will be resurrected directly from the body of his offspring, just like Bane, the God of Tyranny.
The best way is to erase the name of Baal and even the identity of the Son of Baal, and use his own name to gather believers, form a church, and spread the faith.
In this way, after winning the killing competition with his brothers and sisters, he can truly break away from his father's shadow and become a true god.
Even if Baal is resurrected one day, he will not be able to completely devour it, but will split into two gods existing at the same time.
It’s a pity that Sarevok didn’t understand this.
He did not have a teacher with extensive knowledge in this area, and most of his information came from the public reading area of the Candlekeep Library.
The public reading area of Candlekeep...
Those who understand will understand.
The vast majority of books are relatively superficial popular science content, or some content about history, biography, geography, philosophy, heroic stories, etc.
It is mainly aimed at those nobles who want to increase their knowledge reserves, so that they can talk about some content and principles that others don’t know during banquets, salons and balls, and gain the admiration and amazement of people around them.
To sum it up in two words - pretentious.
Really dangerous content related to gods, beliefs, religion, magical knowledge, mantras, outer planes, inner planes, demonology, demonology, etc. are basically placed in another place and are only open to qualified visitors.
Otherwise, if ordinary people learned some of the content, then carved out magic circles at home, and performed sacrifices to summon high-level demons with great destructive power, that would be a lot of fun.
At this moment, Sarevok was standing in the Temple of Baal beneath the city, holding a ritual dagger and performing sacrifices.
At the same time, the blood flowing out of the corpse completely filled the hollow skull-shaped grooves on the ground. He then opened his mouth and shouted at the top of his voice: "Praise killing! Praise death!"
"Praise to killing! Praise to death!
Long live Baal, the great god of murder!
Long live Sarevok, the great son of God!
You are our only faith in life! You are our supreme God!"
Several believers knelt in the pool of blood and screamed like crazy. They raised the sharp daggers in their hands, killed the remaining sacrifices, dug out their hearts and placed them on the plates in front of the altar.
If you use magical vision, you can clearly see that this abandoned temple is now covered with a layer of red energy.
That was a sign that the power of faith was being transformed into killing power.
After a while, Sharevok absorbed all the energy into his body, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light.
In just a few seconds, very obvious changes occurred in his body.
The skin turned a pale color only seen in the dead, and fangs grew on the face, while the expression also became extremely hideous and terrifying.
From the densely packed wounds, one could see black decaying fluid constantly oozing out.
At the same time, his hands gradually turned into the shape of claws, a pair of horns grew on his forehead, and a thick and long tail appeared behind him.
There were six bone daggers floating around the body, rotating continuously.
From a distance, one might even mistake it for a demon, a devil, or a yugoloth.
But in fact, this is the most common posture of Baal's incarnations and saints - the killer.
There is no doubt that with the interference of some external forces, Sarevok has obtained the method to strengthen his divine power and divinity by absorbing faith, and is becoming more and more powerful.
You have to know that killers are an absolute nightmare for most mortals.
It not only has extremely high magic and physical resistance, but also has very high movement, attack and reaction speed.
Often, before the opponent has time to react, they have already rushed forward and torn the enemy into pieces.
Judging from the fact that he did not lose control at this moment, Sharevok should have already mastered the ability to transform into a killer long ago, and successfully restrained the instinctive impulse of bloodthirsty killing through strong willpower.
After the entire ceremony was over, he slowly returned to his human form and let out a long sigh: "Huh - it's finally over!
I can feel that my strength has become much stronger.
It seems that the guy named Erinikas was not lying.
He does have some knowledge that I need.”
"But Master, I always feel that he approaches you with ill intentions." A believer raised his head and reminded.
"Humph! Of course I know he has bad intentions.
To be exact, how many of those who work with me really think that I will eventually inherit my father's Blood Throne?
They are just using me, wanting to understand the nature of gods and the way for mortals to become gods through me.
But it doesn't matter.
Since Erinikas wants this, I'll give it to him.
As long as I can become stronger and stronger, they won't dare to betray me easily."
After that, Sarevok cut his finger with a ritual dagger and dripped a few drops of blood into a transparent glass test tube. He then sealed the tube and handed it to the believer kneeling in front of him, saying, "Send this to the Tower of Durrag as quickly as possible. Tell the wizard named Erinikas that I will fulfill my promise, and I hope he will do the same."
"As you wish, great master."
The believer bent down and bowed deeply, then stood up and quickly left the gloomy and terrifying temple, disappearing into the darkness.
Another believer raised his head and asked, "Master, your brother Aberdare has killed several groups of powerful bounty hunters.
We have raised his reward to five thousand gold coins, but still no one has succeeded.
It is said that among their team, there is a very strange white bear, which seems to be invulnerable to swords and guns and extremely ferocious.
Do you think we need to form a special hunting team?"
"Aberdare? What has he been doing lately?" Sarevok asked with narrowed eyes.
"He has accepted a commission and is investigating a matter involving robbers."
The believers gave the answer without hesitation.
"Commission? Whose commission?"
Sarevok suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.
If it were in the past, he wouldn't care about this extremely idealistic feeling at all.
But as his divine power and divinity continued to grow, he gradually understood that this was a powerful perception that belonged only to gods, divine creatures, or the sons of gods, which could foresee and sense some impending dangers in advance.
"Well……
We are still investigating this matter.
However, the commission should have been issued in Belgost.
Perhaps we can use those bandits as bait to lure out the person who issued the commission for the investigation?"
The believer took the initiative to suggest.
After all, enemies hiding in the dark are often the most dangerous.
Anyway, these bandits are not direct descendants, but borrowed power from the Mind Flayer. I won’t feel sad even if they all die.
Sarevok thought about it for about a minute or two, and quickly nodded: "Okay! I want to see who is secretly against me.
Also, it's time to arrange for Duke Silver Shield and Duke Iltan to leave.
Arrange it as soon as possible.
I can't wait to take command of the well-trained army of the Flaming Fist Mercenaries and head to West Heartland to unleash a bloody war.
Regardless of the final outcome, as long as enough people are killed and die, the ultimate goal can be achieved.
As for my foolish brother who still doesn't know his own identity, let him live a little longer for now."
"Understood! We'll arrange it right away when we get back."
The remaining believers said in unison.
A look of satisfaction appeared on Sarevok's face, and he suddenly raised his arm and waved his hand.
moment!
The entire temple fell into darkness, with only the bodies of the murdered people lying on the ground still bleeding silently.
After everyone left, one of the bodies of a little boy of about six or seven years old suddenly twitched, then he staggered to his feet from the ground, reached out his hand to take his heart from the plate in front of the altar, and then stuffed it back into the bloody hole in his chest.
The next second...
The broken blood vessels were reconnected within just a few seconds and began to beat again.
The horrific wound healed completely in less than a minute, without even a scar left.
He first raised his head and looked at the statue of Baal standing in the center of the hall with disgust, then raised his middle finger and made an "international friendly gesture".
Then he took off his pants and urinated on the statue, then turned and left while cursing under his breath.
(End of this chapter)