Because in this ceremony, believers will smear a small amount of their own blood on the sword, and with the goddess's slight blessing, the sword will not break or rust in the next three months.
Don't underestimate this.
Because it means that even an ordinary iron sword or steel sword can remain basically intact when colliding with refined gold and high-level magical weapons, instead of suddenly breaking into two sections during a fight.
However, in addition to the ordinary sword dance ceremony, there is also a little-known advanced sword dance within the Cult of Eilistraee.
Only the most pious and kind heroes who have helped countless dark elf compatriots break free from the mental control of the evil Rose in the process of practicing the teachings will receive enlightenment on the most special day of the year.
They would then head out into the wild alone, stripped of all clothing and equipment, carrying only a sword to hunt the dangerous beast or monster specified in the revelation.
If everything goes well, then at the moment of a successful hunt, the incarnation of the goddess will descend from the sky and personally teach him the art of sword dance.
All those who receive this blessing will see their swordsmanship improve by leaps and bounds, and their movements will become extremely graceful and spectacular. Even if they are clearly killing, it will feel like they are dancing, a dance filled with blood, killing, and death.
As for weapons, they will also be upgraded to a powerful Moon Sword, or a magic weapon with at least an enchantment level of +3, and some will even reach +4 or even +5.
Most importantly, when the holder of this weapon begins fighting, his entire body will be shrouded in an unclear curtain of moonlight.
Not only will the strength, physique and agility attributes be greatly improved, but it will also have an additional acceleration effect and immunity to mental magic attacks. There is a high probability that the enemy's physical attacks will miss due to interference with the line of sight.
Obviously, Zuo Si is currently receiving this upgraded blessing.
At this moment, his entire body was wrapped in the curtain of moonlight together with Iristrie. A large amount of knowledge about swordsmanship and combat skills flooded into his brain like a tide, forming muscle memory at an incredible speed.
At the same time, the artifact in his hand, the Dog-killing Sword, was constantly emitting a silver-white light as bright as moonlight in the sword dance.
If you look closely, you will find that all the faint lights come from the exquisite patterns that suddenly appear on the sword body and blade.
There is no doubt that these patterns are a manifestation of the dark girl's divine power and priesthood.
Zuo Si felt that it should be a fusion of the four divine duties of swordsmanship, dance, moonlight and beauty.
The most surprising thing is that these divine powers did not conflict with the power of the first generation magic goddess, but instead integrated into one in perfect harmony.
No wonder there are rumors that there is some unknown special relationship between the Goddess of Magic, the Goddess of the Moon and the Dark Girl.
Among them, Sulen and Ilistri have the complete moon priesthood and the moonlight priesthood respectively.
The Goddess of Magic was born from the first battle between Su Lun and Shar.
After the death of the relatively neutral first generation magic goddess, the second generation magic goddess completely turned to Sulen and Shar and became the enemy. She also had a very close relationship with Eilistraee and even created a common elect - Kuilu.
Just from this point, it can be seen that the three goddesses clearly have many similarities in terms of divine power and divine duties.
When the two men's sword dance ended, the Dog-Slaying Sword had become so unrecognizable that even Zuo Si, its owner, could hardly recognize it.
The originally plain gauntlets were replaced by carvings of two naked dark elf girls holding the moon.
The hilt of the sword in the hand is the lower body, and the place where the tiger's mouth is pressed is just the upper body...
Although it has long been known that Iilistraee has always loved the pursuit of unrestrained freedom, and especially likes to remain naked, even the statues in the temple are no exception.
But Zuo Si always felt weird when holding the sword. He felt a bit like those perverts in the movies who specifically targeted women.
However, Eilistraee obviously did not think so. Instead, she was very satisfied with her work and asked with a look of regret: "Why don't you want to take off your clothes like my believers?
It would be wonderful, pleasurable and enjoyable if one could get rid of all restraints and perform this sword dance naked.
By the way, your swordsmanship is quite good, much better than most mortals I have encountered.
It seems that you have a good swordsmanship teacher, but his swordsmanship seems to be a little too focused on efficient killing, so it lacks a little beauty. "
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and responded with a smile: "I'm sorry, with the education and habits I received, I'm afraid I will never be able to adapt to standing naked in front of a group of people in my life.
As for my teacher, he is a vampire planeswalker who has lived for thousands of years, so it is not surprising that swordsmanship tends to pursue efficient killing.
Moreover, my swordsmanship was not entirely taught by him. I also absorbed a lot of martial arts styles from the native schools of the continent of Faerun, which mainly focused on practicality.
Aesthetics, a luxury, is never considered.”
There is no doubt that if Zuo Si took off all his clothes and got naked like other followers of the Dark Girl, he would definitely be the most conspicuous in the crowd.
After all, the skin of dark elves is mostly black or dark blue, and they almost blend into the surrounding environment when they stay in dimly lit places.
For people without dark vision, basically nothing can be seen clearly. Their natural stealth ability is even stronger than that of African black uncles.
But what about Zuo Si?
Due to the lack of sun exposure for a long time, people with fair skin look a little unhealthy.
Coupled with his outstanding height, he would probably attract 90% of the attention at the scene in an instant.
He had never worked as a nude model before, so he couldn't stand being watched by so many people with his naked butt. He felt extremely ashamed just thinking about it.
Iristri noticed Zuo Si's slightly embarrassed and helpless reaction, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth and let out a playful smile: "Well, it seems that you are the type who is more easily shy.
Thank you for helping build this underground city as a base for the good dark elves to return to the surface world.
And you gave them a head start, even allowing them to move freely between many towns on the surface without any restrictions.
Perhaps after decades or even hundreds of years, the hatred that once lasted for thousands of years will slowly fade away, and everything will eventually return to its original harmonious and beautiful state.”
“Yes, time is the best medicine to heal everything.
Although the image of dark elves in the surface world has always been similar to that of demons, devils and other lower-dimensional creatures.
But I believe that as long as there is enough exposure, many of the original prejudices and stereotypes will always be resolved.
The only ones who need special attention are the traditional dark elves, who, under the instructions of the evil spider queen they serve, frequently launch attacks on villages and towns on the surface world.
This will destroy the process of return and discredit you and your followers."
Zuo Si slowly put away the enhanced artifact and reminded solemnly.
He felt that it would be more appropriate to rename this Dog-killing Sword as the Demon Moon Blade.
In particular, the shining moonlight property has a strong magic-breaking effect, causing additional magic damage to beastmen, alien creatures, and evil-camp creatures.
Hearing this, Iristri's expression suddenly became serious, and she nodded seriously: "You are right, this is indeed a place that needs attention and precautions.
My mother would not allow so many Dark Elves to get out of control, which would tear apart the most powerful Dark Elf priesthood she possessed.
In addition, I suspect that the dark elf city in the Underdark has begun planning to launch an unprecedented expedition here.
So the safety of this underground city is in your hands.
If there is a large-scale invasion, there will be no one else who can help them except you."
"Don't worry. I will build a large wizard tower and permanent portal in this city later.
If invaded, the entire West Coast Empire will be their strongest backing.
At that time, tens of thousands of troops and mages will be mobilized in a very short time, relying on the terrain advantage to deplete the enemy's numbers.
When the time is right, launch a counterattack and directly destroy the nearest dark elf cities.
This way, they won't be able to launch another invasion in a short period of time."
Zuo Si raised his head slightly and tried to avoid looking at places he shouldn't, giving the goddess some reassurance.
You have to know that the incarnation of the dark girl is two meters and seventy in height. If you look straight at it, it will just be aimed at the place covered by only two strands of hair, which is really embarrassing.
But Iristri didn't care at all. She stretched out lazily like a cat, showing off her graceful figure and curves, and then responded with a smile: "I feel relieved when you say that.
As long as this city close to the surface remains, the dark elves who want to break free from my mother's control will always have a beacon of hope to guide them in the darkness.
No matter what pain and torture they have endured, no matter how great the danger they are facing, they have the opportunity to rush to the surface world and bathe in the moonlight again.
Moreover, there is almost unlimited food and water here, which is much better than the harsh living environment in the Underdark."
After saying this, the goddess cast her gaze towards the believers not far away who were tired of dancing and were sitting around a long table eating, drinking various flavored alcoholic beverages, talking and laughing. A look of relief appeared on her quiet and beautiful face.
There is no doubt that the Underdark is an extremely cruel place. Even the dark elves, who are the overlords, have never had sufficient food. In the most difficult times, even slaves would be killed as a source of food.
Babies born with defects or disabilities, even if they were born into noble families, would be ruthlessly sacrificed to the Spider Goddess, simply to save unnecessary food waste.
Being able to enjoy a meal of giant crab stings, a specialty of the Underdark, is as rare as a holiday for a Ninth Family like Do'Urden, who is just one step away from entering the Parliament.
This shows the extent of the food shortage.
But now, when they saw the temptingly fragrant strawberry pies, the cakes and biscuits baked with dairy products, sugar, eggs and flour, and the large pots of stews with spices, potatoes, corn and pork, these dark elves who had experienced terrifying pursuits and countless sufferings felt for the first time that life could be so beautiful.
In particular, their eyes sparkled with expectations for the future, something they would never even dare to think about in the traditional dark elf oppressive society.
As a goddess inclined towards kindness, Eilistraee would undoubtedly be delighted to see her believers living and working in peace and contentment, filled with happiness.
However, unlike the dark girl, Zuo Si was quick to notice that the proportion of gays and lesbians among this group of dark elves was quite high, and he could not help but whispered, "Are you planning to use religion to guide the issue of sexual orientation? You know, the birth rate of dark elves is not high compared to humans.
If they don't actively have more children, it will be difficult for your number of followers to catch up with your mother's."
Ilistri smiled and shook her head: "No, there is no need for that, just keep it this way.
As long as they don't affect other people, I will bless them whether it is same-sex love or opposite-sex love.
What's more, even if half of the population chooses the same sex, isn't there still the other half who chooses the opposite sex?
I think they should be able to take on the responsibility of reproducing and making this city more prosperous and flourishing.”
"Okay, as long as you're happy."
Seeing that the dark girl herself didn't care, what else could Zuo Si say? He could only shrug his shoulders and act as if he didn't care.
And as the relatively sacred religious ceremony comes to an end, the celebration begins to enter the carnival stage.
Many male and female groups would hold hands and hide in unknown secret alleys or rooms, where they would hug each other and kiss, embrace, and caress each other passionately. All kinds of strange noises would soon be heard from all directions.
If nothing goes wrong, many babies should be born in a few months to a year.
In order not to disturb the believers' interest, Iristria left quietly after bestowing the blessing, without any airs of a god at all.
Just as Zuo Si was about to turn around and leave, a dark elf girl blocked his way.
This girl was none other than Lirael, the little princess of House Baenre who escaped from Menzoberranzan.
Because she was a member of the immortal race, she looked no different than when they first met.
The only difference is that today I'm not wearing any clothes.
"Are you leaving?" Lirael asked, raising her eyebrows.
Zuo Si nodded gently: "Well, yes.
Now that the inauguration ceremony is over, what remains is the carnival time for the residents of this city, and there is no need for me, an outsider, to continue to participate in it.
Otherwise, if you accidentally disturb other people's good things, it would be too rude."
"What if someone invites you to join them?"
Lirael struck a pose that she thought was very seductive, and kept giving hints with her eyes.
There is no doubt that the things that were happening in the city made her begin to feel uncontrollably sexually aroused, to the point where she had physical reactions and desires.
In the entire city, the only person the girl was familiar with and had some affection for was Zuo Si in front of her.
Since the dark elves have long been a matriarchal society, women are usually the ones who hold the initiative in this regard.
They generally do not suppress their sexual desires and will ask any lowly man they like to provide services to them as long as the need arises.
“Haha, forget it.
Because you are not ready for this at all, and neither am I.
In addition, as a mage, you should learn to control your desires, stay rational and calm.
You shouldn't let your instinct take over, you should overcome it."
Zuo Si tactfully declined the other party's invitation.
Because Gracia's expulsion taught him a lesson.
That is, before dealing with Talona, any overly intimate contact would cause the goddess to become jealous and envy, thus ruining the whole thing.
"Well—perhaps you are right."
After being rejected, Lirael was obviously a little depressed, but the hormonal aura that she exuded from her body had obviously faded a lot, and she soon turned around and disappeared at the end of the dark street.
Not long after she left, the long-awaited Xia En VII appeared out of nowhere and asked in a slightly playful tone, "I didn't disturb you, did I?"
Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "No. You should know that at this stage in Faerun, all these good things will ultimately have no results."
"Because of Talona?"
Shane VII obviously knew some inside information, and his eyes immediately revealed a raging fire of gossip.
After all, for most gods, voters are usually just high-level believers, and no matter how favored they are, they can never replace the huge church institutions in the mortal world.
In fact, the status of many senior church leaders is almost the same as that of the voters, and there are even situations where they are hostile to each other because of their different understandings of doctrine.
But the church of Talona is very strange.
Although they had split into two completely different sects, both sides were extremely respectful to Zuo Si, the only voter, and there has not been any internal strife until now.
Every once in a while, he would take the initiative to send over the materials, gems, books, scrolls and magic items he had collected.
Although Zuo Si had always disliked the other party, the leaders of the two sects were just like those spare tires and bootlickers, and they never left him and tried their best to please him.
This attitude is basically the same as serving the incarnation or saint of one's own god.
Therefore, Shane VII has always believed that Talona's attitude towards Zuo Si is not the normal attitude between gods and chosen people, but a mixture of many complex emotions, and perhaps there are unknown taboos.
Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Who else would it be? Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this, let's get down to business first."
"You're right! We should get down to business first! How about we activate the spark and go to that world now?"
As soon as he heard the word "business", Sean VII suddenly became full of excitement and anticipation.
After all, he has only been to one time and space so far, and he is eager to see more different worlds.
Most importantly, after getting rid of the heavy responsibility of ruling the Shane Empire, this legendary demilich can be said to be free from worries and devote all his energy and time to learn various knowledge and studying the power of the planeswalker spark.
In a very short time, he raised the spark level to LV10.
He also went to other planes with abundant negative energy to capture a winter ghost with a very high warrior professional level and a powerful mummy spellcaster with a complete mind. With the help of Zuo Si, he enhanced them in a series of ways and finally transformed them into followers.
As for other levels of summoned creatures, there are too many to count.
The rest are basically magical creatures native to Faerun and some creatures from other worlds.
Compared to Zuo Si who rarely took the initiative to harm the good camp, Shane VII obviously had no such concerns and captured a lot of angels and metal dragons.
His determination to collect the entire Pokémon Encyclopedia at all costs is no less than Zuo Si's determination to become the strongest Pokémon master in Faerun.
If the planeswalker's cards were not so tightly bound to his own spark, it would be impossible to obtain and use the cards inside unless the spark was taken directly. The two of them could probably get together and share what they had.
"Here, these are the coordinates. Let's go see how those players perform in the final battle."
Zuo Si casually gave the coordinates of the Game of Thrones to Shane VII, and then the two of them activated the spark and disappeared on the spot.
Just a second later, they appeared out of nowhere in a snowy and extremely cold place.
However, unlike many imagined scenarios where the White Walkers and the Undead army besiege the Wall or a city in the North, the situation here is that hundreds of thousands of players are chasing and intercepting the White Walkers and their undead minions like mad dogs.
With the help of a little magic and industrial technology, vehicles shaped like large sleds are moving at a leisurely pace like an open net, constantly compressing the activity space of these magical creatures.
Once a large enemy force is discovered, a signal will be immediately sent out to summon nearby players to gather around and initiate a righteous group fight.
But if it is a small force, they will rush forward like sharks smelling blood, and kill the enemy with a variety of weapons in their hands.
These weapons may include projectiles made from muskets and dragon crystal, a simple flamethrower and Molotov cocktail made by players, grenades stuffed with a large number of dragon crystal fragments, arrows with dragon crystal arrowheads at the front, large hand-cranked Gatling guns mounted on steam sleds, and so on.
Finally, there are the various magic weapons, equipment, scrolls and potions purchased from the floating city, as well as the arcane and divine arts that one has mastered.
Some crazy bastards simply added a meat-chopping device like a chainsaw or a sharp blade to the steam sleigh, and then rushed towards the enemy army at full speed.
Occasionally, you can see players riding five or six meter long dragons whizzing by in the sky, swooping down and spewing out scalding flames and lightning.
These guys were the lucky ones who were selected in the fifth batch. When creating their characters, they chose the special bloodline of "Dragon Rider", which was added later.
From their handsome and beautiful looks like those of the Targaryen family, as well as their iconic platinum hair and violet and indigo irises, it is not difficult to tell that their bodies are essentially genetic clones of "Mother of Dragons" Daenerys.
Although at the beginning, the excessive strength of this profession caused dissatisfaction and even protests from many old players.
After all, just being able to fly around on a dragon is a huge advantage.
But soon, as the dragons of the "dragon riders" grew larger and larger and the cost of feeding them increased exponentially, all the dissatisfaction and protests disappeared, and were replaced by gloating.
This is because almost all of the Dragon Rider's income must be used to buy fish and meat to ensure that his dragon can grow smoothly and not become irritable and uncontrollable due to hunger.
Once its size expands to a certain size, ordinary players will not be able to support such a behemoth with the speed at which they make money.
Therefore, the "Dragon Rider" who was once so glorious soon had to sign a contract to sell himself to various player guild organizations, and turned from a free man into a thug raised by the guild.
Their role in this war is to be responsible for high-altitude reconnaissance and provide cover for ground troops when necessary. Occasionally, they are also responsible for carrying four large incendiary bombs and dropping them to the areas where the White Walkers and Wights are most concentrated.
Since both the White Walkers and the Undead Army have very obvious weaknesses, this group of magical creatures has no chance of posing a huge threat to all living things on the entire continent as in the original plot, and have completely become monsters used by players to gain experience.
Many of the more unlucky White Walkers were controlled and captured by magic during the battle, and then taken back and sold to the floating city for research at a high price.
At this moment, within the sight of Zuo Si and Shane VII, there were two to three thousand players besieging an army of tens of thousands of undead and a dozen White Walkers who were responsible for commanding them.
Although the players were at a complete disadvantage in terms of numbers, they did not choose to retreat. Instead, they rushed forward one after another, as if they were afraid that if they were slow, the item would be snatched away by others.
"Hahahaha! Go! The quickest gets the prize!"
"Fuck! Those bastards have already started throwing incendiary bombs to rob monsters!"
"Don't worry! Leave it to me! Our steam catapult is not just for show!"
"Machine gunner! Fire away! Are you out of Gatling bullets?"
"Mages and warlocks, get ready! Use fireballs to blast a bloody path for me! We must not let those White Walkers escape! Each of them is worth tens of thousands of Necropolis gold coins!"
"Don't worry, no one can escape. Our people have already gone around to intercept them."
…
For a moment, the roar of the steam sled working, the roar of players transmitting information and issuing orders, and the loud noises of guns and gunpowder explosions intertwined together, forming an extremely spectacular scene on the snowy battlefield.
The steam sleighs running at full speed were like tanks, charging through the army of the undead as if they were in an empty space.
Although the White Walkers tried to control the huge corpses of giants and mammoths to overturn these machines that emitted incredible heat, they were overwhelmed by bullets and magic before they could get close.
Ordinary undead armed with cold weapons or even without any weapons could not even knock over the metal shell of the steam sled. At best they could make a few dents on it.
Obviously, this group of creatures created by magic thousands of years ago were completely crushed in terms of both technology and magic when facing the player group.
They are proud of their ability to infinitely revive corpses, and are basically like living targets in front of incendiary bombs, bombs, muskets and other weapons with high lethality.
Even the cold body that was strong enough to withstand the blows of metal swords in close combat could not exert even the slightest advantage at this moment.
Because the players don't care about any "martial ethics" when dealing with monsters, they just rush up and put ropes around their necks, then use the powerful power of the steam sled to drag them, and then find a deserted place and rush up to put them into jars and seal them up.
Seeing this almost one-sided battle, Sean VII couldn't help but stroke his chin and commented: "Because they think everything is just a game, the players have no fear, let alone death, but only an endless desire for power and wealth.
I have to say, you created a group of monsters that are more terrifying than adventurers.
The most important thing is that they have wild imagination and creativity, and are not easily bound by common sense like people in the real world.
Although it is still far from being powerful, it is enough to be terrifying.
I'm curious, what inspired you to create them?"
"Inspiration? No, it's not inspiration. I used to be one of them, so I know this group very well." Zuo Si answered meaningfully.
"I see! How many players are under your control now?" Sean VII asked with interest.
After witnessing the ferocious fighting power and huge potential of these players, he began to consider whether he should capture a Mind Flayer mastermind and train a group of players of his own.
After all, this thing is so easy to use. With a little guidance and some benefits, 300% enthusiasm and motivation will immediately burst out.
And unlike people in real life, they will never feel repulsion or even disgust towards their work. Instead, they enjoy it.
“It’s probably already several hundred thousand.
I will hand them all over to you later, and you will be responsible for assigning them tasks and launching an all-round and thorough invasion of another world.
As for whether you want to overthrow one or several countries, establish a new regime and play a war of conquest, or go directly to the door to give the protagonist a little surprise, it is up to you.
My only request is to try to ensure that no large-scale casualties are caused to civilians, especially human civilians.
Because human resources are a precious resource and the cornerstone of civilization.
In the time and space where the floating city belongs, I need a large population to restart the entire civilization."
Zuo Si made his request very straightforwardly and directly.
He has never really understood what is going on in the minds of those guys who have nothing better to do and either take the initiative or allow the army to massacre civilians?
Is it simply to create fear? Or is it because they are worried that they are not capable of ruling such a large population and are afraid of being liquidated one day? We should know that the large-scale resistance from civilians is usually because these civilians can no longer survive and the entire ruling system is about to face a complete collapse, rather than racial hatred, national consciousness and other reasons as many people imagine.
Although the latter may play a catalytic role in large-scale uprisings, it is not the main contradiction at all.
Especially after Old Bones declared war on the kingdom, he directly carried out an inhumane massacre on the entire country, not even sparing livestock and animals. This was completely unlike what a normal, rational earthling would do.
It is precisely because of this that Zuo Si suspected that this group of so-called time-travel players were created by the Dragon Emperor's unique origin magic.
Let’s put aside morality and world views.
After all, this kind of massacre will not bring any benefits at all, but will instead have a lot of negative effects.
It is simply evil for the sake of being evil, and cruel for the sake of being cruel, which is completely contrary to the image established before.
This is completely different from the red robed necromancer chief Sazastan who converted a large number of Cyran citizens into undead in order to achieve a certain purpose.
"Don't worry. I am the emperor of the Shane Empire, a fairly qualified supreme ruler. Even if I have to massacre, I will not massacre civilians. Instead, I will purge the nobles, wealthy businessmen and other vested interest groups."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Shane VII's tone.
Because he felt that there was no need to emphasize such things.
Mass killing of civilians?
What's the point? If you want a corpse, why not just go dig it up in the cemetery?
If that is still not enough, they can order a high death tax to be levied. If the money cannot be paid, the deceased will not be allowed to be buried and the bodies will be forcibly collected.
As a result, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of corpses are harvested every year through various accidents and natural deaths.
This is a long-term approach and is many times more effective than killing all the civilians in one go.
Just when Zuo Si was about to say something, the diary that had been staying in this world suddenly fell from the sky and greeted him with a grin.
"Oh! My dear master, you, the hands-off shopkeeper, finally remembered to come over and take a look.
So, I've done a pretty good job recently, haven't I? Look at these fierce players and those interesting magic steam devices, all thanks to me.
Once all the White Walkers and the Undead are wiped out, this world will completely become a safe rear area.
Now, can we talk about the reward you promised me?"
"He is..."
Looking at the face in the diary that was exactly the same as Zuo Si's, and the almost completely opposite personality, Xia En VII was obviously shocked.
As a half-lich, he could clearly feel the amazing magical power emanating from the diary.
I have no idea whether this is a doppelganger or clone created by the other party through magic, or if he is so crazy that he has forcibly split his soul, will and personality.
"You are Shane VII, right? I am the diary that was awakened by my master and given an independent will and personality. I carry his memories and part of his personality.
Later, it merged with the Broken Demon Crystal, a red dragon and another floating city.
Nice to meet you!
By the way, I prefer beautiful women, regardless of race.
If you can bring a few here later, I can exchange them with this energy crystal."
As he spoke, Diary pulled out a crystal prism that shone with a strange light from his pocket.
It must be said that his familiar attitude and shameless language immediately confused Sean VII, who stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond.
Finally, Zuo Si couldn't help but raise his hand and slap the diary on the head, holding his forehead and scolding: "Shut up! Be honest! Don't embarrass me by talking around in circles! Especially don't tell others about your little hobby!"
"OK! I'll shut up! But shouldn't you fulfill your promise? I'm still waiting for it to fulfill my future sexual happiness."
The diary was not ashamed but proud to extend its right hand to its creator.
These days, he was missing Shuo You so much that he was going crazy, and he dreamed of regaining his masculinity.
"Here, take it, and get out of here."
Zuo Si threw a small portion of the No. 0 oil that he had prepared in advance, and then waved his hands continuously as if to shoo away a fly.
"Ahahahaha! I love you so much, Master! I knew you would keep your promise!"
The diary was instantly filled with ecstasy, and even held Zuo Si's cheek and kissed him hard, but was soon kicked away.
"Get away from me!"
Zuo Si wiped the place on his face that had just been kissed with a look of disgust.
"As you wish! I'll get out of here right now!"
After getting what it wanted, the diary was not angry. Instead, it curled up into a ball, rolled like a ball, and disappeared into the sky.
It must be said that his performance really shocked the demilich.
Even though Shane VII prided himself on being knowledgeable and experienced, it was the first time in his life that he encountered a guy like Diary who possessed great power but had no self-respect at all and instead acted like a rogue.
In addition, the other party claimed that he was the carrier of Zuo Si's memories and part of his personality, which made him feel even more unbelievable.
After several minutes, Xia En VII came back to his senses and asked in an uncertain tone: "That thing just now... was it really yours..."
"Ah! Yes, I now regret creating him and giving him the ability to act independently."
Zuo Si sighed helplessly.
Precisely because of the negative example of the diary, he paid special attention to restraining his own desires, fearing that if he let himself go, he would one day become like the other person.
"Creating intelligent life through magic is full of infinite possibilities."
The corners of Sean VII's mouth twitched as he made a comment that showed very high emotional intelligence.
As for the subtext, it is naturally about how you created such a weird thing.
He simply couldn't imagine what a huge blow it would cause to the positive image that Zuo Si had worked so hard to build if the diary appeared in the continent of Faerun and moved frequently.
It is simply a living "dark history".
Just as the two of them quickly began to change the subject and discuss how to transport the players over quietly, how many to transport at a time and how many batches to transport, the diary had already been quietly teleported back to the Mutahar Floating City, the seal was opened and the No. 0 Shining Oil was poured into it, and then they waited expectantly for changes to occur.
As a result, just one second later, a piercing pain began to act on the soul.
Before he could react, the unusable tool was torn in half with a bang, and quickly expanded into several thick and strong tentacles, and the surface was quickly covered with sharp alloys.
"No!!!!!!!!!"
Seeing that its happiness was completely ruined, the diary let out a desperate wail.
Since he is the core of the Mutahar floating city, the entire floating city has become extremely unstable.
After a while, the oil that invaded the body began to multiply continuously, and eventually engulfed the entire person.
At the same time, the spilled oil quickly spread throughout the entire floating city, constantly transforming the buildings and various undead creatures.
The originally huge reservoirs and fountains turned into sparkling oil pools within a few hours, and those magic heavy artillery, electromagnetic cannons, construct creatures, and corpse creatures were quickly given consciousness.
It is estimated that after the floating city is completely swallowed up, its combat effectiveness will inevitably be greatly improved, and it may even become an unsinkable aerial fortress.
As for what the diary will look like, it is still unknown.
The only thing that could be seen was that where he fell, the tentacles continued to grow bigger, thicker, and longer.
The triangular alloy scales covering the surface are so sharp that they can easily cut through hard rocks and steel...
(End of this chapter)
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