“How does it taste?”
Seeing how deliciously Ovo was eating, finishing six or seven cans of carbonated drinks alone, Zuo Si couldn't help but ask.
He was very curious as to whether this body, which looked like it had been soaked in water for who knows how long and had swollen skin and rotten flesh, could really taste anything, and digest and absorb like a real living body, produce various hormones and bring pleasure and satisfaction.
"Very good! I like the sparkling water the best, and these magic beans, each of which has a different flavor."
Ovo burped loudly, patted his round and slightly sagging belly, and an expression that could be considered a smile appeared on his face.
The reason for this description is that the muscles on his face are so loose.
In addition, his pale and swollen skin was sagging so badly that he couldn't smile normally like a living person.
Moreover, this guy exudes a familiar aura.
Whether he was taking snacks and drinks from the magic refrigerator without permission, or eating in a carefree manner, he looked quite relaxed, without any of the nervousness and vigilance that an ordinary spellcaster would have when entering another wizard's tower.
After all, walking into a stranger's wizard tower is equivalent to putting yourself in a very dangerous situation.
If a conflict or even a fight breaks out, we will almost certainly be at an overwhelming and absolute disadvantage.
But Owo apparently didn't need to worry about being killed.
Because he had long ago regarded the continuation of life and existence as a top priority, he invented the legendary magic - Ovo's Life Box Shattering Technique and Ovo's Soul Shattering Technique, and then repeatedly cast them on his own life box until it broke into more than two hundred pieces.
This was followed by constant blocking of divination detection spells on each piece, ensuring that no one could locate the fragments of the phylactery.
Eventually, they will be scattered and thrown to various corners of the planet Toril, as well as other outer planes and the material plane.
No matter who it is, if you want to kill him, you first need to collect all the fragments of the life box.
Even for a god, it would not be easy to find so many fragments of the life box.
Even if Ovo himself did not interfere and the number of fragments did not continue to increase, it would probably take hundreds or even thousands of years to find them.
If Voldemort had learned this spell, Dumbledore would probably go crazy on the spot, and then turn evil and create a Horcrux to make himself immortal, and they would love and hate each other until the end of time.
There is no doubt that among the several "old men" of Netheril, Ovo is definitely the friendliest, most harmless, and most suitable for communication and exchange.
Although he is a fat lich, he is keen on training apprentices and devoting himself to education.
Including the Uskart School of Spellcraft near Belgost which has become a ruin, the Brill Arcane School in Baldur's Gate which also closed down due to poor management, and the Black Hand Brotherhood in Cape Esko, all of which were established under his secret control and funding.
Moreover, to any young person who has obvious Netherese blood and shows outstanding talent in the arcane, Ovo will also generously give knowledge and help, and even personally teach them the magical knowledge, traditions, and culture of the Netherese era.
Of course, the real purpose behind all these actions is to revive and reproduce the great Netherese civilization.
Compared with the puppets in Shade City who have already bowed down to the goddess of night, Shar, Ovo is the great arcanist who truly inherited the spirit of Netheril.
He never believed in any god throughout his life, and would never have even the slightest contact or cooperation with the church of God.
Even towards the magic goddess who controls the magic network, only the minimum level of respect is maintained.
Privately, he was still trying to find ways to circumvent the restrictions set by the second-generation magic goddess in order to cast ten-ring, eleven-ring or even higher-level spells that were higher than the ninth ring.
There are also rumors that this guy is trying to create a new legendary spell to create the lost [Core of Misera].
Of course, as to how much truth there is, only he and the magic goddess Midnight know best.
But Zuo Si, who had read several pages of the Netheril scroll, knew very well that if the magic network with more than nine rings was not opened, it would be impossible to create the [Core of Misera] in Faerun in theory.
Because the most critical spells needed to create this magic device are all ten-ring and eleven-ring.
Thinking of this, he casually picked up a can of unopened fruit juice on the table, opened it, tilted his head back and took a sip, then sat down and asked calmly: "You came all the way from your nest in the High Forest, could it be that you came here just to taste the food and drinks from other worlds?"
"Hahahaha! No, of course not.
In fact, these fun little snacks are unexpected surprises.
Although I've heard that you're a planeswalker who can travel between different worlds at will, I still have some doubts before I confirm it with my own eyes.
But now I believe it.
After all, the packaging of these snacks and drinks and the words on them all prove that they come from another world.
Especially those candies and beans with magical effects are really full of fantastic ideas.
I guess this world must be very peaceful, without the frequent and fierce conflicts like in the continent of Faerun.
Otherwise, the spellcaster would never use his intelligence and wisdom in such a place."
Ovo grinned and let out a slightly shrill laugh, and all the flesh in his body trembled continuously with the laughter.
"Peace?"
Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "How is that possible!
The essence of human nature is selfishness.
How can groups and societies based on this kind of nature be peaceful?
It is just that those countries with greater power transfer their own conflicts to relatively weaker countries in order to maintain their own peace and development.
The two world wars in modern history alone resulted in hundreds of millions of direct and indirect deaths.
Even now, many countries are still at war, and hundreds of thousands or millions of lives are consumed by chaos, hunger and suffering every year.
The only difference is that powerful countries will not take the huge risk of going to war directly.
Instead, they treat third-party countries as battlefields, support their own agents, and use them to compete for resources and expand their sphere of influence.
So their citizens can live in a relatively peaceful environment with abundant resources."
"Proxy war? It sounds like it would be very interesting..."
There was a strong curiosity in Ovo's eyes.
As an undead lich, he obviously has nothing to do with kindness.
They don't care about the life and death of ordinary people.
There is even a tendency towards paranoia.
Like Mordenkainen, this guy has his own twisted philosophy and values regarding war and killing.
"Yes. For the strong, this is indeed an interesting game, but for the weak it is an absolute disaster." Zuo Si sighed slightly.
Ovo shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly: "You and I are both strong, why should we consider things from the perspective of the weak? In the era of Netheril, the great arcanists had discussed this issue.
The end result is that, aside from those gifted with arcane magic, the rest of the civilians and slaves are essentially a renewable resource and consumables.
They did not play a key role in promoting the development of magic and civilization, and even hindered it to a certain extent.
If training an arcanist did not require selecting from a vast number of infants, constructs or undead creatures could be used instead."
"You mean... the ideal country of the great arcanists in the Netheril era was to completely abandon the common people, leaving them to fend for themselves, and only retain the arcanists and those apprentices with arcane talents?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“That’s right!”
Ovo gave an affirmative answer without hesitation, and explained while stroking his fat chin, “In my opinion, only by completely getting rid of those meaningless civilians can the arcanists break the double shackles of thought and physiology, and promote themselves to become higher beings, or even collectively become one of the gods.
The reason why I chose to study the secrets of necromancy is so that one day I can make arcanists an immortal race and ensure that my offspring are also arcanists.
In this way, Nasriel will enter a whole new stage.
It's a pity that this grand plan had just taken its first step when the idiot Karsus ruined everything.
Over the years, I have sought ways to spread the knowledge, culture, and ideals of Netheril.
But unfortunately, most of the people who were selected were not capable enough, so almost all attempts failed. "
"What does this have to do with me?"
Zuo Si acted as if he didn't care.
He felt that the demise of the Netherese civilization was not at all unjustified based on the attitude of these great arcanists towards civilians.
No wonder Halrua, the wizard nation of the remnants of the Nether, does not miss its past glory at all, but is more willing to maintain its current state.
Especially for gods, occupying the largest number of civilians means many things, including the most important faith and influence.
You should know that most gods cannot exist independently from believers.
Even before the Time of Troubles, Io, the Supreme God of Gods, had not changed the rules within the realm, and the gods still needed to maintain a certain number of believers, or they would be dragged into the Astral Plane to lie dead.
The ancient sun god Amaunator quickly lost faith after the collapse of Netheril and eventually became one of the dead in the astral realm.
It's just that at that time, God's own power was not directly connected to believers and influence.
Therefore, the attitude of the Archmages towards civilians determines that most gods except the Goddess of Magic will not like them.
But the fool Karsus chose the only powerful first-generation magic goddess who protected Netheril.
The result is self-evident.
Although several floating cities survived later, they quickly declined because the Deep Web was completely closed to mortals, and eventually became a part of Faerun's tens of thousands of years of history.
In this respect, it is similar to the demise of the Imaskar Empire.
The reasons for the demise of the two ancient magical civilizations can be attributed to their own actions.
Ovo obviously didn't know how low Zuo Si's opinion of Netheril was, and he continued to talk to himself, "Of course it is related. If I'm not mistaken, you and King Shane VII have reached an agreement and are planning to completely integrate the vast land from Wanting to the south of Dragonspear Castle to Kalinshan to build a huge west coast empire, right?"
"Well! This is no longer a secret in the eyes of many people.
But there is one thing that needs to be corrected, that is, my target is not just half of the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
It also includes areas such as Waterdeep, Neverwinter and the Silvermoon Alliance in the north, covering more than one-fifth of the continent.
What I want is not just nominal rule, but integration and unity in politics, economy, culture and ideology.
I want to show the world what a real country is.
This is not directed at anyone! What I want to say is that from the moment the civilization of Toril was established until now, whether it is the creator race, giants and dragons, or elves, Netheril, Imaskar, and the Shan Empire, the countries they established are all unqualified garbage in my eyes. "
As he said this, Zuo Si's eyes sparkled with unparalleled pride and confidence.
Snap, snap, snap
"Great! That's the attitude and momentum!"
Instead of getting angry when he heard someone calling his country rubbish, Owo clapped and cheered loudly.
Because he recognized Netheril's magical achievements and glory, not its loose and independent political structure.
Especially in the final period before his demise, the internal chaos and confrontations could be said to have made this fat lich extremely disappointed.
But soon, Ovo suddenly changed the subject and asked tentatively with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, after the establishment of the empire, you should vigorously promote magic education and cultivate more arcane spellcasters, right?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes! Since magic is the most powerful force that objectively exists in this world and can be used by mortals, it is crucial to study it in depth.
My plan is to establish a magic academy in every large city, so that all talented people can complete the most basic theoretical education.
In addition, magic-related creations and inventions will be encouraged, allowing arcane spellcasters to become an important force in the country.
In short, we want to build a powerful magical civilization that far surpasses Imaskar and Netheril.
Under my rule, this country will be taken to greater heights than ever before.”
“What a grand blueprint!
I have to admit, your ambition and vision are enough to make any arcane spellcaster feel excited.
If you don't mind, would you mind letting me in on the fun? You see, I have a lot of ancient knowledge from the days of Netheril that I'd like to share.
Don't worry, I'm no threat to your rule.
I just hope that some of the good culture and traditions of the Netheril era can be restored."
Owo stated the real purpose of his trip in a very genuine tone.
Obviously, as one of the very few great arcanists whose mission is to restore the glory of Netheril, what he desires is never power, let alone the establishment of a country called "Netheril".
Instead, it allows the culture and heritage of Netheril to be reborn on the continent of Faerun.
As long as he can achieve this goal, he is willing to make any sacrifice, pay any price, and cooperate with anyone who is worthy of cooperation, even if they are former enemies.
In fact, Owo is not on good terms with the Goddess of Magic, her church and her chosen ones.
He even deliberately induced some talented wizards to study ways to escape the restrictions of the magic network, as a revenge for the second generation magic goddess who closed the deep magic network.
In the beginning, he was actually full of contempt and disdain for Zuo Si, the chosen one of the gods, and thought that he was no different from Elminster and others, and they were all the same kind of people.
But as time went by, the fat lich gradually discovered that Zuo Si was completely different from other voters. He did not obtain his status as a voter because of his belief or service to the gods.
Just the opposite!
He gained the recognition of the gods through his own thoughts and ideas. The relationship between him and the gods was not one of superiors and subordinates at all, but rather they were cooperating on an equal footing.
Recently, he summoned the Eldrazi Titan in the Abyss to directly change the direction of the bloody battle, and also brought down the powerful god Xirik, who was promoted by Io, the god above gods himself. All these proved that he had no respect for the gods at all.
This attitude, which carries a bit of contempt for the gods, makes Ovo feel that Zuo Si is simply the perfect successor to the "spiritual core of Netheril".
That's why I left my nest in the High Forest and traveled thousands of miles south to meet him.
Seeing the expectation in the other person's eyes, Zuo Si stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then quickly responded, "Okay.
I have always welcomed this kind of cooperation.
However, there is one thing that needs special attention.
That is, don't still in young people the idea that gods are just more powerful arcanists.
Because it is wrong, and very wrong.
God is God, the projection of spirit and faith in the outer plane, and also an ultimate philosophical concept.
I believe that the disaster caused by Karsus is enough to prove many things.
Moreover, God exists objectively, just like the magic net.
Denying them does not make arcane spellcasters more powerful, it only makes them more arrogant and paranoid.
What's more, I am the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, and I don't want the mages taught by the academy to have any conflicts with the church in the future."
Hearing this, Ovo frowned subconsciously, and after pondering for a long time, he asked in a deep voice: "What about the research on bypassing the restrictions of the magic network?"
"My attitude in this regard is that it doesn't matter.
I believe that today's magic goddess also holds an indifferent attitude.
She was not the second generation magic goddess, nor had she witnessed the terrible disaster with her own eyes, nor was she as determined as the second generation to close the deep magic network.
Moreover, protecting and encouraging research in magic is the innate nature of the Goddess of Magic.
No matter what her original attitude was, she would gradually change her mind under the influence of the priesthood.
In addition, as a planeswalker, I have too many ways to bypass the restrictions of the magic network and cast powerful spells that far exceed the ninth ring.
Legendary wizards can also use legendary spells to cast some spells that were once tenth and eleventh rings.
Therefore, the meaning of closing the Deep Weave no longer exists."
Zuo Si expressed his position clearly.
Whether it's the one-size-fits-all closure of the Deep Demonic Web to mortals, or his philandering ways, or the large number of voters and lovers he created out of idleness, or the infamous preacher wizard rules that created a lot of weird stuff.
In comparison, the current third-generation magic goddess Midnight made some jokes right after she was deified.
But as his understanding of the priesthood deepened, he began to be able to fulfill his duties.
The only problem is that the remaining kindness in her mortal nature often makes her feel conflicted about some magical research that tends to be evil.
After all, the controller of the magic network must be neutral, without any personal emotions or preferences, which is exactly the same as the god of death.
So for now, Midnight and Clemvor are forcing themselves to remain neutral.
"Can you bypass the magic net?"
Ovo's fat and bloated body suddenly stood up from the sofa, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
"Of course! I am a node connecting different worlds, and I can fill the surrounding area with spellcasting environments from other worlds. Moreover, planeswalkers can directly manipulate energy to form spells."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and cast a very simple spell, which animated the stone snake-man statue that was placed next to him, and made it twist its body and begin to clean up the garbage on the table and the ground.
There was no doubt that the spell did not pass through the magic network, nor did it even draw energy from the surrounding environment.
Ovo was keenly aware of this and immediately cast the corresponding spell to sense the changes in the surrounding environment. He soon realized that the air was densely filled with several kinds of primitive energies that he had never encountered before.
Some of them are extremely violent and difficult to control, while others are very gentle and can be easily molded into various spells.
After several minutes, he raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone: "As long as you are within a certain range, you can use these magical powers from other worlds?"
Zuo Si answered straightforwardly, “That’s right.
Some have a larger coverage area and can even affect an area with a radius of hundreds or even thousands of kilometers.
That's why I said that there is no point in sealing off the Deep Web.
Even if you don't study it, I will find an appropriate time to talk to the goddess of magic and ask her to gradually open the deep magic network."
"I see! I was right this time. You are the one I have been looking for, the one who can carry forward the spirit, culture, and traditions of Netheril."
Ovo's eyes sparkled with excitement and expectation.
You know, he has been working hard to achieve this goal since the collapse of the -539DR magic network caused the floating cities to fall one after another.
Excluding the initial few hundred years spent collecting and organizing knowledge and magical items, it has been almost 1,700 years.
During this period, except for the Shane Dynasty of Kalinshan, which still had some semblance of an empire, no decent magical kingdom had ever risen in the entire continent of Faerun.
Be it Halruaa, the wizard kingdom composed of the remnants of the Nether, or the powerful red-robed wizards of Sel, they are far from qualified in Ovo's eyes.
But now, he finally saw the hope of success in the young man in front of him.
"Don't be happy too soon.
I have to state in advance that I am a person with a strong desire for control, and I will never allow a loose parliamentary system centered on floating cities like the one in the Netheril era.
What I want to create is a central government with unlimited power.
All institutions and organizations must be subject to this goal, even mages are no exception.
If anyone wants to split within my rule, or to establish a mountain independent of the system, I will ruthlessly destroy it. "
Zuo Si had no intention of concealing anything and openly displayed his tyrannical side.
Because he himself is a mage, he knows too well the selfishness of mages, and he understands even more what terrible consequences will arise if they are given too much freedom.
Look at the red-robed wizards who are fighting among themselves every day in Cyre, and then look at the cruel policies and actions of Netheril and Imaskar in history, as well as the reasons for their demise, and you will know what it means to let arcane spellcasters get out of control or take power.
Only Halrua, the kingdom of mages ruled by the Archmage of Prophecy, is slightly better.
After all, these guys can always predict what will happen in the future and prepare in advance.
They predicted the destruction of Netheril at the beginning, and later even predicted the fall of the goddess of magic and the coming of the magical plague.
As a joke, the masters of prophecy in Halruaa predicted the spellplague in advance, but Savras, the god of prophecy, did not.
You still have the nerve to call yourself the all-seeing one, the king of prophecy, the third eye...
Being so incompetent, it's no wonder that he was beaten to death by Azuth, the mortal god of mages, and imprisoned in a scepter.
He was not released until he surrendered and swore allegiance to Azuth.
Ovo looked into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to confirm the young man's determination. After about two or three minutes, he sighed helplessly: "Well, I don't have much choice, right? But I hope you can lead them as a planeswalker, not as the emperor of the empire."
Zuo Si shrugged indifferently: "Whatever, there is no essential difference anyway. Besides, I am an immortal. I will age but not die, and there is no question of power succession."
"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
Ovo took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, which was already in an unrecognizable shape.
“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”
Zuo Si did not show any disgust, but instead stretched out his right hand and shook hands tightly with the other party.
When they separated, his palms were covered with a sticky unknown liquid.
Upon seeing this, Ovo immediately used magic to clean up the slime, and exclaimed in a slightly apologetic tone: "Ah! Sorry, I forgot that my skin would ooze out some antiseptic liquids. But don't worry, they won't cause any harm or negative effects to the human body."
"It's okay, it's not your fault."
Zuo Si obviously didn't take it to heart.
joke!
Although he was a bit of a germaphobe, he was still a ruthless man who could dismember a corpse without batting an eyelid, dig out the limbs, internal organs and brain intact, and then clean them and soak them in preservative fluid.
While an apprentice, he occasionally had to do some suture work and live dissection.
A little thing like getting embalming fluid on your hands is nothing.
"In that case, I will go back and organize the books, scrolls and materials to avoid being in a hurry later. Oh, by the way, do you need my help to solve the small troubles in Baldur's Gate and West Heartland?" Ovo asked excitedly.
"No, there's no need. Everything there is under my control."
Zuo Si politely chose to refuse.
Although he had reached a cooperation agreement with the great arcanist of the Netheril era, he did not trust him very much.
At least not in the short term.
Because these "old men" have lived for too long, no one knows what they are thinking in their hearts.
Iolum, who created the Golden Age of Netheril, is now a mind flayer master lich, and it is hard to say whether he still has humanity;
The wizard king Larloch hides under the mountains, seemingly harmless, but in fact he is planning a shocking plan to become a god.
Even the supreme lord of Ghost City, Telramant Tanshul, has his own obsession.
Therefore, Zuo Si has reason to believe that there must be some unknown secrets hidden behind Ovo, but they have not been exposed yet.
He had to develop several contingency plans to ensure that he could counterattack in time after falling out with the other party and reduce the subsequent losses.
It must be said that just after reaching a cooperation agreement, they began to plan how to deal with their allies. Only he and a certain old bat could do that.
Always stay alert!
Never trust anyone easily!
In this regard, Zuo Si had almost reached the extreme, and his mental state was obviously not healthy or normal at all.
Unfortunately, at this stage, the disease has clearly entered the late stage and even the best psychologist cannot cure it.
Not to mention treatment, the fact that the psychiatrist didn't go crazy after talking to him can be considered a sign of strong will.
After seeing off the "Immortal" Ovo, Zuo Si went straight back to his exclusive room on the upper floor and asked the tower consciousness to send a notification to his apprentice.
After a while, Sancho rushed in and asked breathlessly: "Master, are you looking for me?"
"Well. I think you should know that there is a group of people in the Baldur's Gate area looking for your whereabouts, right?"
Zuo Si sat down on the sofa and while asking questions, he used copying magic to copy the magic tattoo knowledge and techniques memorized in his mind into a blank notebook.
Sancho nodded vigorously: "I know! Atona has already told me. Who are they? Why are they chasing me?"
"They are the subordinates of a powerful red wizard who was exiled. As for why, you have to ask yourself."
Zuo Si stared at the boy's eyes, especially his right eye, examining him carefully.
But unfortunately, nothing unusual was found by visual observation alone.
"I... don't understand what you mean."
Sancho stood there at a loss, obviously unaware of what kind of disaster he had gotten himself into.
"Think carefully, have you stolen anything unusual during the time you were on the run?" Zuo Si reminded, tapping the table lightly with his fingers.
After receiving the hint, Sancho immediately began to recall his miserable life in recent months. After about ten minutes, he suddenly realized and screamed, "Damn it! I remember it! One time, I used my teleportation ability and suddenly appeared in the ruins of a desert. I wandered there for a day and a night until I ran into a group of camels.
I was tired, hungry, and thirsty, and my teleportation ability had just been restored, so I sneaked over under the cover of night and stole a bag.
In addition to a small amount of water and dried meat, the bag also contained a sealed metal box.
After I had eaten and drunk my fill, I opened it and discovered that it was a spherical gem that was constantly flashing with swirling electric sparks. It was more beautiful and dazzling than any gem I had ever seen before.
I had originally thought of taking it to a jewelry store in the next city and selling it.
But for some reason, when I took out the box again, I found that the gem was gone.
Maybe it was stolen by a thief somewhere.
Those people are probably looking for this lost gem.”
Sancho did not dare to hide anything and told everyone everything that had happened to him.
Although he is extreme, rebellious, and indifferent to life, he knows that the mentor in front of him is one of the few "good people" who has no ill intentions and is willing to teach and protect him.
"The gem disappeared?"
Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtful.
"Yes! It disappeared! I swear that when I was on my way to the jewelry store, I saw the gem in the box. But when I arrived at the jewelry store and opened the box, I found that it was empty." Sancho assured solemnly.
"Come here! Come closer!"
Zuo Si hooked his finger at the boy, making it clear that he didn't quite believe what he said.
In other words, he felt that the boy had no idea what was happening to him, just like he had no idea about the power and divinity of Baal in his body.
Sancho took a deep breath and walked up carefully with a hint of panic in his eyes.
From his mentor's reaction, he could already tell that the gem was definitely not an ordinary item, but was extremely precious and rare, and might even contain deadly dangers.
However, Zuo Si obviously had no time to calm the boy down at the moment. He pinched his cheeks and continuously cast various detection and contact magic spells.
But unfortunately, all the spells were like a drop in the ocean with no response at all.
In desperation, Zuo Si could only try to use the power of silver fire.
As a result, as soon as the silver fire was released, Sancho's right eye instantly released a dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, the entire eyeball disappeared out of thin air!
Instead, there was a deep, dark, different-dimensional space that was constantly flashing with sparks of storms, fire, and thunder.
The destructive force that was coming towards him was endless, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it.
Could this be what is hidden under the eye patch of the incarnation of the storm god Talos? An eye of God!
No! It should be called the Eye of Destruction or the Eye of the Storm! Zuo Si's face became extremely serious.
"Teacher, what happened to my eyes?"
Sancho also realized that something was wrong, and his whole body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
"You've really gotten yourself into big trouble this time. Don't move! I'll help you take it out!"
As he spoke, Zuo Si began to try to use silver fire to wrap up the other-dimensional space in the eye socket.
But when the silver fire deep in the magic network collided with Talos's divine power, a terrifying lightning and flames instantly erupted and swept across the entire room.
BOOM!!! ...
The horrific destructive power that could not be described in words tore the temporary magical protection into pieces almost instantly.
If Zuo Si hadn't reacted quickly enough and pulled the boy behind another protective magic, Sancho's small body would have been gone in a matter of minutes.
After the storm ended, he tried again to use divine power of other attributes, or even the energy bestowed by the Hell Plane as a medium.
After many twists and turns, he finally took out this extra-dimensional space in his eye socket.
As expected, it was something that appeared to be the shape and size of an eyeball, but it was not a physical entity. Instead, it was composed entirely of divine power and violent unknown energy.
Once it comes into contact with anything outside except air, it will explode with a deafening sound and spew out flames and thunder and lightning.
If the destructive power contained in it were to be fully released, it would cover the entire Athkatla and Amn, forming a devastating storm and volcanic belt.
There is no doubt that this item 100% belongs to Talos, the God of Storms, and is also the most crucial item for Visharoon to be deified.
"Okay, now I know what the so-called Conferred God is all about."
Zuo Si carefully fiddled with the Eye of Destruction in his hand and muttered to himself.
To put it simply, the reason why Velsharoon became the Lich God was that he transformed the divine power of the Eye of Destruction, and then became a demigod with weak divine power with the help of Talos, the God of Storms.
In essence, he is no different from other guys who have been promoted from mortals to demigods with the help of the main god.
However, Zuo Si was very curious about where this eye of the storm came from and why it was placed in the desert ruins of the Purple Dust Plain.
Could it be that in ancient times, Talos was fighting with other gods, and his incarnation was blown up and left behind by accident? Or did he suddenly go crazy and dig it out and throw it in there to see what mortals would do after finding it? But Zuo Si quickly drove these messy thoughts out of his mind.
Because Talos, the God of Storms, is a typical chaotic evil.
The biggest characteristic of chaotic evil is that it acts on impulse without any rigorous planning or logic.
Trying to figure out what they are thinking is just a waste of time.
In the Battle of the Spider Queen, the dark girl Eilistraee was too rational. She always tried to predict her mother Rose's behavior based on the information she had, and ended up being defeated miserably.
In Zuo Si's opinion, there are two ways to deal with the chaotic camp.
One is to confront evil head-on with the devil's ultimate order, and the other is to be even more chaotic than the opponent.
After determining the mystery hidden in Sancho's eyes, he quickly used magic and divine powers to create a magical eyeball as a replacement and stuffed it into the empty eye socket.
Because the boy's lost eyeball has been completely integrated with the Eye of Destruction, no spells or regenerative abilities can restore it to its original state, not even a wish.
Fortunately, Sancho didn't care. Instead, he felt grateful for getting rid of such an extremely dangerous thing.
He had witnessed with his own eyes what a powerful and terrifying storm of destruction this eye could unleash.
If I accidentally trigger it one day, the consequences will be unimaginable.
As for what Zuo Si would do with this eye, the boy didn't care at all, and he didn't expect to be able to control the terrible storm...
(End of this chapter)
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