The most common of these is the "killer" who is somewhere between humans and demons.

In this incarnation, Baal has the ability to float and walk in the air, and all his movements never make any sound. He looks like a cold-blooded killer about 1.8 meters tall.

Unless they are followers of the God of Murder, any mortal who sees the Killer is best to run away and avoid being targeted by him.

Otherwise, once targeted, both body and soul will become Baal's prey.

So far, no mortal has been able to escape Baal's pursuit, even the chosen people of some gods are no exception.

The God of Murder, who remains in the form of a killer, tends not to lose his mind or become overly violent.

Instead, he spoke like a pervert who was enjoying the hunting process. Not only was his tone of voice full of tenderness, but he also displayed a chilling evil and elegance.

Many mortals, after witnessing Baal's horrific art of killing, fell at his feet and imitated the god's behavior, trying to understand his thoughts, teachings, and ideas.

Another incarnation is called "The Ravager," whose appearance is more like a gigantic beast of destruction than a human.

On the eve of the Year of Turmoil, Baal once descended on the Moonshadow Islands and attempted to kill the Earth Goddess Chauntia, taking the entire island as his own private territory, using this incarnation.

In the "Ravager" state, Baal can easily smash the hardest rocks and even mountains with a swing of his fists. The terrifying horns on his head can scratch and pierce the hardest substances in the world. His thick and tough skin is immune to weapons with enchantment level below +4, and has almost unlimited regeneration ability.

Unfortunately, his plan was ultimately defeated by Tristan, the High King of the Ffolk people on the island, using a divine weapon, the Sword of Sinricod-Sho, and he was eventually expelled from the material world.

Moreover, according to the descriptions of people on the island who have seen the "Devastator" in its original form, this thing is extremely huge, even far surpassing most of the creatures they have seen. It stands at an astonishing height of ten meters, and can cause devastating damage with just a move of its hands and feet.

In addition, he has the ability to create and resurrect undead creatures at will and make them absolutely obedient just by touching them, and the overwhelming power of the death priesthood to instantly kill mortals...

The "Ravager" can almost be said to be a super upgraded and enhanced version of the "Killer".

It is said that Baal often needed to inject more divine power when creating the former.

In addition, in the "Ravager" form, he is not always able to maintain his sanity. Instead, he often falls into a state of chaotic, tyrannical, bloodthirsty madness and cannot extricate himself.

Since the God of Murder had fallen during the Years of Troubles, Zuo Si had never actually seen the "Killer" and the "Ravager".

Although he had done some research using the heart left behind by Saint Baal after his death, and had also absorbed and transformed the other's divine power, he did not know much about this god.

But now, when he saw that Aberdare and Sarevok had both used the power of their blood to completely transform into incarnation-like forms, fighting and biting each other like two wild beasts, he suddenly realized that the Son of Bhaal might not be as simple as he had imagined.

Among them, Aberdare behaved more like a "ravager" than a "killer".

Because from the moment he turned into a killer, both his reason and personality disappeared, giving people the feeling that he was a puppet without a soul or thinking ability, acting completely according to the killing instinct given by the divinity.

No matter who it is, as long as they get close, they will be killed and devoured by him without mercy, and transformed into the power to maintain the killer form.

In just a few minutes, more than 30 Baldur's Gate soldiers and officers who wanted to help Sharevok were torn to pieces by Aberdare.

Some people's souls were even swallowed by his blood-stained mouth.

In contrast, although Sarevok would kill one or two of his soldiers to replenish his forces when necessary, he always remained restrained.

It can be seen that the latter does not want to be dominated by the instincts that permeate the divinity, but tries his best to maintain his own will.

This is also the reason why he, although he is obviously stronger, has been unable to defeat his half-brother.

At this moment, a large area around the two Sons of Baal had been cleared.

Through the bloody fight just now, the soldiers and officers of Baldur's Gate have realized how dangerous it is to get close to these two "monsters". It is simply playing with their lives.

Most importantly, those who were not loyal to Sarevok but to the government of Baldur's Gate began to realize that something was wrong.

If the newly appointed Duke Sarevok is the son of Bhaal and can transform into a bloodthirsty monster like the Slayer, then what is his real purpose?

Perhaps ordinary people who are illiterate and have never read books would not think too much about it, but the officers, nobles and priests who go to war with the army are not fools.

Especially the latter, when he witnessed the two Sons of Bhaal transforming into killers, he immediately realized the true intention of Sarevok to provoke war, and began to call on other members and believers of the church to stop the war and not to create more killing and death.

Unfortunately, due to the chaotic and tense situation on the battlefield, these calls did not receive much response.

After all, the people of Zhentil Castle are not good guys and girls. If you lay down your weapons and stop resisting at this time, there is a high probability that you will be killed by the bloodthirsty monsters.

What's more, there are many of Sarevok's confidants in the army, and some even believers who regard him as a god.

Most of these people controlled the command of the army, so instead of stopping the war, it became even more brutal.

Of course, the fighting on the battlefield has nothing to do with Sarevok and Aberdare at this point.

The only thing left in their minds was to kill each other and devour the power that belonged to their father in each other's bodies.

Watching the two Sons of Bhaal rushing towards each other again and starting to pull and bite each other like wild beasts, with a large amount of black and red blood plasma containing some unknown power splattering everywhere, Jasira, who was fighting desperately with Sarevok's men, finally couldn't help but yelled, "Damn it! We can't go on like this! We have to go help Aberdare!"

"Go help him? Are you crazy? Didn't you see what happened to those soldiers and officers who approached him just now? He has no reason or consciousness at all now!"

Sancho rolled his eyes in annoyance, and instantly cast the spider web spell to bind a large number of long-range archers firmly in place, making them unable to move.

As a son of Baal, he knew very well how dangerous the current conditions of his two "brothers" were.

Especially Aberdare, no one knows whether he has been controlled, influenced or manipulated by Baal, the god of murder.

As a very smart boy, Sancho obviously knew that his mentor must be observing the developments in some unknown corner.

So what I have to do is to save my life and try my best to ensure that other teammates are alive, and leave the rest to Zuo Si.

If Aberdare really had Baal's support, then no matter how powerful Sarevok was, he would never be able to win the final victory.

Because as sons of Baal, their understanding of death and killing cannot exceed that of Baal himself.

"I don't believe Gorion's child would attack me!"

Jasira was undoubtedly a very stubborn person. She completely ignored Sancho's warning and directly signaled her husband Khalid to come over to cover her, and then rushed towards the location of the two sons of Baal.

Before she could get close, she saw Aberdare suddenly turn around and stare at her with two eyes emitting a red glow. There was not a trace of emotion or consciousness in his pupils, only a deep desire for blood and killing.

The next second...

This killer with horns on his head and a tail behind his butt rushed out, approaching at a speed that ordinary creatures could not react to, and raised his sharp claws high.

"No!!!!!!!"

Seeing that his wife was about to die, Khalid suddenly let out a desperate cry, trying to awaken Aberdar's consciousness and conscience.

Sadly, it was all in vain.

When the killer's claws fell, they tore apart Jasira's armor and the [Tree Skin Technique] he had cast with ease. Blood gushed out of the wound, and he was about to be torn in half alive, just like the mutilated corpses on the ground around him.

But at the critical moment, Artio suddenly rushed over from the left, like a speeding human bomb chariot, knocked Aberdar away with a bang, and successfully rescued Jasira.

不仅如此，它还释放了一个治疗神术，治好了对方从左肩到胸口那个巨大的伤口跟抓痕。

“谢……谢谢！”

死里逃生的贾西拉看上去明显被吓坏了，眼神中透露出深深的恐惧，甚至顾不上去遮掩盔甲和衣服撕裂后左胸裸露出来的大片春光。

当然，也不排除是注意到了但却并不在意。

毕竟德鲁伊的世界观、价值观和羞耻感跟普通人截然不同。

在某些极端德鲁伊教派的眼中，就连穿衣服都意味着是对自然的亵渎，应该保持一丝不挂的全裸才能完美的贴近自然、理解自然、融入自然。

所以在森林中看到不穿衣服，或者只挂着几片树叶、少量毛皮的德鲁伊，千万不要觉得大惊小怪。

很多德鲁伊在举行自然仪式的时候也会主动脱掉所有的衣物，展现自己最原始、最贴近自然的赤裸身躯。

对于贾西拉的道谢，阿蒂奥明显一点都不在意，甚至没有做出回应，掉头就冲向那些沙洛佛克的保镖跟亲信，硬扛着对方法师射出的飞弹和火球，咆哮着将好几名战士撞翻。

紧跟着猛地站起身，给威胁最大的法师来个标准的擒抱。

它那宽阔有力的肩膀、胸肌，还有四肢发达的肌肉和锋利无比的爪子，几乎在一瞬间就压碎这名法师上半身的骨骼。

附近的人甚至能够听到肋骨和脊椎断裂时发出的咔嚓声。

还没等法师来得及发出痛苦的惨叫，这头白熊幼崽便猛然间做了个向外拉扯的动作。

瞬间！

法师的身体当场从中间被硬生生撕成两半，鲜血、碎肉、断裂的骨骼四散飞溅，肠子和其他内脏更是散落一地。

毫无疑问，这就是熊之兽王独有的特殊能力——熊抱，同时也是动物原始野蛮力量最直接的体现。

事实上，每一种兽王都拥有其独特的额外能力。

像犬科类的兽王，拥有的特殊能力就是狂噬，既在战斗中撕咬并吞噬对方身上的肢体、血肉和器官；

猫科类的兽王的能力往往是腾跃，也就是可以在战斗中更加灵活的腾挪闪避，甚至是直接纵身一跃从头顶跳过，然后从背后发起偷袭；

恐龙类的兽王则是拥有极度野蛮心智和思维的“原始之心”，它能使大多数魅惑和影响心智类法术很难对其产生作用。

总之，作为大自然的宠儿，每一种兽王都必然拥有其独特的额外能力。

而这种能力往往与其野兽形态的特点密切相关。

尽管那位可怜的法师给自己加持了法师护甲、石肤术和火焰护盾等防护法术，但在阿蒂奥的面前仍旧显得不堪一击。

几名战士刺向它的剑和长矛，无一例外都仿佛撞在一堵铁墙上，连皮肤都没能刺破，只是勉强刮掉了几根毛而已。

“吼！！！！！！！”

白熊幼崽将自己的体型膨胀到四米以上，站起身挥舞着沾满血浆的爪子，一巴掌拍死了一个妄图从背后发动偷袭的盗贼，看上去威风凛凛不可一世。

不管是沙洛佛克的亲信，还是效忠于博德之门政府的军官和士兵，都被吓得纷纷后退，根本不敢与之对抗。

开什么玩笑！ 在刚才的战斗中，他们可是试过了目前所能找到的一切武器，甚至包括弩炮这种重型机械。

可结果呢？

这头熊甚至连血都没流下来一滴，反而死在它手上的倒霉蛋超过了五十人。

面对这种完全看不到一丝一毫胜算的恐怖怪物，但凡不是傻子都不会在没有魔法力量支援的情况下冲上去送死。

一时之间，阿蒂奥竟然跟这些士兵陷入了对峙状态。

另外一边，亲眼目睹兽王发威大杀特杀成功震慑住敌人的贾西拉，在赶过来的丈夫帮助下挣扎着从地上爬起来，呼吸急促的说道：“看来桑乔是对的。这种状态下的阿伯戴尔根本不认得我们是谁，更像是个受到杀戮冲动驱使的野兽。”

“你……你觉得现在要怎么办？”

卡立德结结巴巴的问。

由于性格内向且不善言辞的关系，他原本就有点优柔寡断，基本凡事都是听老婆的话。

现在遇到这么复杂棘手的情况，明显有些慌了神。

贾西拉苦涩的摇了摇头：“我不知道！现如今的情况显然已经远远超出了凡人所能理解的范畴，我们唯一能做的就是不让任何人打搅阿伯戴尔，让他独自面对自己的命运。”

就在这对夫妻说话的功夫，一声惨叫突然从远处传来。

只见散塔林会的探子萨尔，胸口上插着一支箭矢，暗红色的鲜血顺着伤口缓缓流出，满脸不甘的仰面朝天倒在地上。

尽管他拼尽最后一丝力气想要掏出治疗药剂，可心脏传来的剧痛与逐渐无力的双手，最终没能把药剂瓶送到嘴边。

蒙塔罗好几次想要冲过去帮忙，但还没跑出几步就被一支劲弩从背后射穿，矮小的身体愣是被巨大的惯性带得双脚离地飞了起来，随后砰的一声大头朝下栽倒在地。

至于究竟死没死暂时还不得而知。

但可以肯定的是，他短时间内是不太可能再站起来了。

毫无疑问，接连两位队友扑街给身为法师的桑乔带来了巨大压力。

他甚至连犹豫都没犹豫，迅速喝下一瓶隐形药水消失在原地，紧跟着快速转移到贾西拉和卡立德身边，用极快的语速催促道：“别傻站着！往白熊那边跑！只有它才能震慑住这些敌人和士兵！”

“爱蒙呢？”

加西拉下意识问了一句。

“爱蒙趁着之前混乱之际进入了潜行状态。别担心，只要她不主动暴露自己应该很难被找到。”

说罢，桑乔迅速完成准备，释放了一环咒法系的【隐雾术】。

眨眼功夫，浓密的白色大雾以他为中心迅速向四周扩散，阻挡了所有人的视线。

三人则趁着大雾的掩护，迅速朝阿蒂奥所在的方向前进。

由于有贾西拉这个德鲁伊，因此他们根本无需担心会在大雾中迷路。

另外一边，阿伯戴尔与沙洛佛克的战斗也彻底进入到白热化。

随着战场上死伤的人数越来越多，他们俩的杀戮者形态也变得愈发狰狞、恐怖，浑身上下散发着一种无法用语言形容的气息。

很显然，沙洛佛克计划中原本应该由自己独享的力量，显然被另外三个巴尔之子分走了。

其中眼前的阿伯戴尔无疑是吸收最多的一个。

剩下两个不用问也知道，自然就是桑乔和爱蒙。

要知道巴尔之子相互之间的杀戮和吞噬，并不是其中一个杀死另外一个之后，就能将其所有的神力与神性夺走。

刚好相反！

刨除艾瑞尼卡斯这种通过魔法力量强行夺取的人造巴尔之子，普通巴尔之子夺取神力和神性并非源自于主观意识，而是一种被动的接受。

当一个巴尔之子被杀，那么他的神力与神性就会自动流向距离最近的巴尔之子。

如果附近只有一个巴尔之子，那么这个巴尔之子就会获得全部。

但要是有多个巴尔之子，那么神力与神性就会分配给他们所有人。

谋杀之神正是通过这个规则，不断让自己当初分散出去的神性与神力不断汇聚，最终达到从星界归来的目的。

这也就意味着，只要苟的时间足够长，哪怕什么都不做仅仅只是藏起来，最后活下来的几个巴尔之子都会拥有难以想象的恐怖力量。

这也是为什么在吃鸡大赛最后阶段，“五裔”会不分青红皂白疯狂猎杀所有的兄弟姐妹，哪怕是对方是没有觉醒的普通人也不例外。

只有将所有的巴尔之子全部杀光，新登基的谋杀之神才能真正做到永绝后患。

“亲爱的兄弟！

我承认你的成长速度远远超出了我的认知！ 也承认现在的你有与我为敌的资格！ 但父亲遗留下来的王座只有一个。

只有我、也唯有我才有资格坐上去。”

沙洛佛克深吸了一口气，弯下腰把掉落在地上的双手巨剑捡了起来。

在神力长期的附着下，这柄武器早已不是什么凡物，蕴含着足以媲美神器的力量。

现在，他要亮出底牌用这把剑斩杀敌人赢得最终的胜利。

“吼！！！！！！！！！”

阿伯戴尔显然并没有任何神智，仅仅是像野兽一样发出刺耳的咆哮，然后纵身一跃以极快的速度扑上来。

“呵呵，你还真是性急呢，连送死都这么迫不及待。”

沙洛佛克轻笑着嘲讽了一句，随后双手握住剑柄，猛然间发动了自己领悟到的特殊能力——死神突袭。

伴随着刺眼的红光在空气中一闪而过。

Puff!!! A dazzling column of blood suddenly gushed out from Aberdare's chest, forming a beautiful yet strange blood flower.

Before he could even figure out what was happening, he felt his body losing strength and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud, looking like he was dead.

Moreover, the killer's form began to retreat rapidly, turning into his original human form.

"Now, can you feel the gap between us?"

“Cough cough cough cough—”

Aberdare, who had regained his self-awareness and reason, coughed violently, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his nose and mouth. He struggled to raise his head and asked, "You...what did you just do?"

"I came into contact with the power of the priesthood of killing and death in the Blood Throne through my father's divine power! I believe that as someone who grew up in Candlekeep, you must have heard that some gods in charge of the priesthood of death can use some unique extraordinary divine power to instantly kill mortals who dare to offend them? My Death Raid is, to a certain extent, simulating this extraordinary divine power.

It’s a pity that I can’t kill anything instantly for now, so I can only ignore all defenses and inflict a heavy blow from the power of death on the target.

Sorry, I won this battle of fate.

I will inherit my father's throne and become the new God of Slaughter.

As for you, just become the nourishment on my road to becoming a god."

After saying this, Sarevok walked straight towards Aberdare with his sword in hand, intending to once and for all put an end to this feud that was destined to continue till death.

But just as he raised the sword high and was about to chop off his brother's head, a red light suddenly flashed in Aberdare's eyes.

The moment the sword fell, the latter disappeared from the spot.

Before Sarevok could react, a sharp pain came from his chest.

I saw a sharp claw inserted into the back and came out of the chest, with a beating heart pinched in the middle of the claw.

Thump! Thump! Thump! As his heart beat loudly, Sarevok's face finally changed, becoming extremely ugly and terrified. He slowly turned his head to figure out what was going on.

What he saw instead was an old, pale face with sparse beard and hair.

The other person had a scornful and mocking smile on his face. He took out the beating heart in front of him and stuffed it into his empty chest.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood vessels were reconnected and began to function normally.

After doing all this, the old man asked with a grim smile: "My dear son, you seem surprised now?"

"You...you are Baal, the god of murder?"

Sarevok's pupils suddenly dilated, and he felt cold all over as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Hahahaha! That's right! It's me!

But now I am not the God of Murder, I am just a remnant of consciousness.

But as you little cuties continue to kill and devour each other, I will be able to return from the astral plane one day.

I have to say, you are much smarter than Aberdare, the fool who has completely entrusted himself to the Blood Throne.

At least understand that you must always maintain self-awareness.

But unfortunately, I never intended to give up the Blood Throne, nor did I intend to let any of my descendants replace me.

So enough with your ambitions and unrealistic dreams.

Thank you for creating this war and killing. It will make countless mortals remember my name again and also strengthen my power. "

After that, Baal grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth. He raised his hand and pressed it on Sarevok's bald head, then whispered in his ear: "Sorry, kid, you are still far from being good at conspiracy. Now, say goodbye to this world."

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, the latter's entire soul was dragged out of his body, and eventually transformed into divine power and divinity that flowed to all the sons of Baal around him, becoming nourishment for the God of Murder to strengthen himself.

After doing all this, Bal did not even stop for a second, immediately cancelled his control over Aberdare, and then disappeared without a trace.

Because Sancho had previously created a large area of ​​thick fog through magic, not many people saw the reversal that happened in just a few seconds.

But Zuo Si, who always maintained the effect of true seeing, and Erinikas, who blessed himself with true seeing, obviously took in the whole scene.

After a short silence, Zuo Si was the first to ask, "Well, do you now understand the risks of stealing the power of a dead god without authorization? For a god, death does not mean the end.

Especially if it has not yet been forgotten by its believers and worshippers on the Material Plane.

My friend, you have made a mistake, a very, very fatal mistake."

"You knew all this a long time ago?"

Erinikas questioned with a livid face.

Obviously, the brief "resurrection" of the deceased God of Murder Baal in his own offspring really scared the legendary wizard.

You must know that the reason why he dared to seize the divine power and divinity of those sons of Baal was that he felt that the God of Murder was already dead and could no longer have any influence on the material world.

But now, a cruel and horrifying reality lies before us.

Not only was Baal not completely dead, but he was also able to be briefly resurrected through the divinity and power within the Son of Baal.

When he thought that he was now considered one of the Sons of Baal, Erinikas couldn't help but feel fear, fearing that a similar situation would happen to him.

Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: “No, when I first started working with you, my understanding of the gods was actually very limited.

However, with the accumulation of strength and knowledge, as well as a lot of research and observation, I gradually understood some of the nature of God.

I think you must be regretting now that you took the power and divinity from some of the Sons of Bhaal too early, thus putting yourself in danger.

If you want a solution, I'm your only choice.

Apart from me, there is no other mortal in the entire continent of Faerun who possesses such knowledge.

So please make your choice as soon as possible.

After all, there is nothing in this world that can have the best of both worlds.

When you want something very precious, you have to pay for it.”

"Are you so eager to reap my soul?"

There was a wary gleam in Erinikas's eyes.

Zuo Si nodded without disguising, "That's right! Because your soul shines with some dazzling light.

In particular, the evil and madness born from the distortion of strong obsession have extraordinary value for those who know how to gain energy from them.

What's more, don't forget that your goal is to become a god.

Don't you have so little confidence in yourself?

If this is the case, I advise you to give up as soon as possible.

Because the biggest difference between mortals and gods is that gods are creatures who never feel regret or fear.

Once they decide on something, they will put all their efforts into it without hesitation.

Even if that causes serious consequences and damage.

If you want to become a god, you must be willing to give up everything just to achieve a certain goal."

Erinikas took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He raised his head and sneered, "According to what you said, I don't seem to have any choice. So what are you waiting for? Take out the contract you prepared."

"Haha, as you wish."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a smile of success, then calmly handed over a devil's contract.

When it was opened, the entire scroll was three meters long. The number and complexity of the clauses inside were enough to make most mortals feel overwhelmed.

Although Erinikas had also been active in the outer plane for a period of time and had heard that the devil's contracts were often jaw-droppingly complicated, he still couldn't help but gasp after seeing it with his own eyes.

At first, he tried to read and understand directly through spells.

But I soon discovered that it was impossible to avoid the loopholes hidden between the lines, and I was forced to read word by word.

While Erinikas was reading the contents of the contract, Zuo Si had already turned his attention back to the battlefield below.

By this time, the fog created by magic had gradually dissipated, and everyone saw the body of Sharevok lying on the ground and the bloody hole in his chest where there was no heart.

Someone suddenly shouted, "Duke Sarevok is dead!"

moment!

The entire battlefield fell into silence.

The two sides, who had been fighting just now, stopped fighting at the same time and looked towards the location of the Baldur's Gate command center.

Soon, several priests and officers lifted Sarevok's body for everyone to see.

Then the soldiers from Baldur's Gate lost their will to fight, dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender.

After about ten minutes, a commander with the highest rank among the Flaming Fist Mercenaries was elected. He carried a white flag and formally submitted a letter of surrender to Zhentil Castle, and was responsible for the negotiations.

Apparently, after learning of Sarevok's true identity, most of the ordinary soldiers no longer wanted to fight.

They are not fools. When they find out that everything is a conspiracy of the Son of Baal, and that the other side does not want any victory at all but only wants to create more and more tragic deaths, they naturally will not continue to joke with their own lives.

In this way, Fuzzol Chamberlain finally succeeded in winning the war after paying some price.

The next thing he had to do was to head to Baldur's Gate and occupy the surrounding towns including Belgost with it as the center, eliminate all the forces that Zuo Si didn't like, and recruit some monsters in the nearby forest, so as to make the next war, whose outcome had already been determined, look bigger and more tragic.

In this way, the common people will be grateful to the new rulers and be willing to cooperate with them in a series of reforms.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Aberdare and his group.

To be precise, they are surrounding the "hero" at this moment, concerned about the physical condition of this son of Baal.

Among them, Jasira first used druid magic to check him from head to toe, then he let out a long sigh and said, "He's fine! At least there is nothing abnormal in his vital signs."

"Uh... are you sure? He lost almost three times the amount of blood as a normal person, and his heart in his chest seems to have been severely damaged."

The corner of Sancho's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

Perhaps others did not see what happened in the thick fog just now, but as the son of Baal, he felt it very clearly.

Especially the short half minute when Sarevok performed the Death Strike and the Will of Baal descended, which almost suffocated the boy from nervousness.

After the battle, Sancho could clearly feel that the power and divinity belonging to Baal in his body had increased by almost four times.

And all of these were released from Sarevok's body.

“Physically, Aberdare is indeed not life-threatening.

But what happens on a mental and soul level is harder to say.

But no matter what, he finally won this fateful battle and is still alive."

Jasira reached out and gently stroked the blood-stained cheek of the Son of Bhaal, his eyes revealing a hint of weakness, fatigue and self-blame.

In her opinion, this was because she had failed to fulfill Gorlian's last wish.

"Right...right! Have you...have any of you seen Imoen?"

Just when the atmosphere became a little heavy, Khalid suddenly asked a question while stammering.

Because not long after the raid began, the girl with short pink hair disappeared from everyone's sight and has not appeared until now, it is really hard not to worry.

"Imoen? Damn it! Where has this little girl gone again?"

Jasira then remembered that he had a child and teammate who needed his care, so he immediately stood up and tried to summon the small animals to help search.

As for the lives of the two Zhentarim spies, she, the Harpist, had already automatically ignored them.

If Jasira hadn't been afraid of arousing the resentment of Imoen and Aberdare, he would have wanted to find an opportunity to kill them both at the Friendly Arm.

All of a sudden, the remaining members of the team who were still able to move began to look around for Imoen's traces.

But no one would have thought that Imoen was actually on a tree not far from them, curled up in a ball, hugging her arms tightly, trembling slightly, her eyes full of fear.

Because at this moment, the same mysterious symbols and patterns as Aberdare and Sarevok appeared on her face and forehead.

In the grass about 20 to 30 meters away from the tree, there were at least 20 cold corpses lying in a mess.

You don't need to ask to know that all of them were killed by Imoen.

In other words, she was killed after being affected by her blood and falling into a bloodthirsty state.

All the bodies were killed with one blow, with sharp weapons piercing their jaws or eyes and causing death on the spot.

Obvious signs of frostbite and ice can be seen near the wound.

Obviously, the divine power and divinity within Imoen were also affected and suddenly awakened.

The cold dagger tightly grasped in her hand was the best proof.

The first ability this girl gained after awakening was to add extra cold damage to her weapon.

For a 14-year-old girl with an innocent personality, such a terrifying emergency was obviously too shocking. She could not bear it at all and did not dare to face it. She could only hide here and shiver alone.

Just when Aimon was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from under the tree.

"I think you might need some comfort and relief right now."

moment!

Imoen was so frightened that he jumped up and quickly leaned his head to look down. As expected, he saw Zuo Si with a faint smile on his face.

Without any hesitation, she jumped down from the tree with her superb agility, rushed over and hugged him tightly, asking in a tearful voice, "Do you know what happened to me? Why... why did I suddenly become like a wild animal and unable to control my urge to kill?"

"Because you, like Aberdare, Sancho, and Sarevok, are also the offspring of Baal, the god of slaughter."

Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's hair and told the truth.

"What?!"

Imoen was stunned for a moment. He looked up with a look of shock and disbelief, and pointed at his nose. "I am also a son of Bhaal? How is this possible! If I were also a son of Bhaal, why did Sarevok only hunt down Aberdare and not me?"

Zuo Si patiently explained, "Because Baal, the God of Murder, left behind so many descendants, not every son of Baal is clearly known to people.

The fact that Aberdare was the son of Bhaal was known to his adoptive father Gorion, Jasirah, and Khalid, so naturally Sarevok was able to learn about it through some channels.

But you are different.

In the eyes of most outsiders, you are just an orphan, adopted by Winthrop since childhood. You have neither received any systematic knowledge nor any combat training.

So you are transparent and easily ignored in the eyes of most people.

But now this situation has changed.

As your bloodline begins to awaken and your strength becomes stronger, it will inevitably attract the attention of many people."

"Then what should I do?"

Aimon seemed a little at a loss. He buried his face in Zuo Si's chest, trying to find a sense of security.

“You need some systematic training.

Once the matter of Baldur's Gate is completely settled, come find me in Amn.

I'll help you a little.

Also, don’t tell this to anyone other than Sancho, I don’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings.”

After saying this, Zuo Si gave Ai Meng a comforting hug, and then disappeared instantly...

(End of this chapter)