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 learning 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.
不过与很多想象中的异鬼和亡灵大军围攻绝境长城或者北境的某座城市不同，这里的情况是数以十万计的玩家们，正如同疯狗一样在对异鬼和他们的亡灵仆从围追堵截。
借助少许魔法和工业技术的力量，一辆辆外形如同大号雪橇的交通工具正以不紧不慢的速度像张开的网，不断压缩着这些魔法生物的活动空间。
一旦发现敌人的大部队就会立刻发出信号，召集附近的玩家围过来发起正义的群殴。
可要是小股部队，他们就会像闻到血腥味的鲨鱼一样冲上去，凭借手里五花八门的武器把敌人赶尽杀绝。
这些武器可能包括用火枪和龙晶打造的弹丸，一种玩家们自制的简易喷火器和燃烧瓶，同样塞进大量龙晶碎片的手雷，前端装了龙晶箭头的箭矢，架设在蒸汽雪橇上的大型手摇加特林等等。
最后才是从浮空城购买的各种魔法武器、装备、卷轴和药剂，以及自身掌握的奥术和神术。
还有些三心病狂的混蛋直接把蒸汽雪橇车加上了宛如电锯一样的绞肉装置或者锋利的刀片，然后开足马力冲着敌人的大军横冲直撞。
偶尔还能在天空中看到骑着五六米长幼龙的玩家呼啸而过，俯冲下去喷出滚烫的烈焰和闪电吐息。
这些家伙是后来第五批被选中的幸运儿，创造角色时选择了“驭龙者”这个后来加上去的特殊血统。
从那如同坦格利安家族一样英俊美丽的相貌，还有标志性的白金色头发与紫罗兰、靛蓝色的虹膜，不难分辨出，他们的身体本质上都是“龙妈”丹妮莉丝的基因克隆产物。
尽管在最开始的时候，这个职业过高的强度引起了很多老玩家的不满乃至抗议。
毕竟光是能骑着龙满天飞就是一种巨大无比的优势。
但很快，随着“驭龙者”的龙越长越大、喂养开销呈几何倍增长，所有的不满跟抗议都消失了，取而代之的是幸灾乐祸。
因为“驭龙者”差不多全部的收入都要用来购买鱼和肉，才能确保自己的龙可以顺利成长，不至于饿肚子变得脾气暴躁难以控制。
等体型膨胀到一定程度，以普通玩家的赚钱速度根本养不活这样的庞然大物。
所以之前还风光无限的“驭龙者”，很快就不得不与各个玩家公会组织签订卖身协议，从自由人变成了公会豢养的打手。
他们在这场战争中的作用就是负责高空侦查，并在需要的时候为地面部队提供掩护，偶尔还要负责带着四枚大号燃烧弹往异鬼和尸鬼最密集的地方扔下去。
由于不管是异鬼还是亡灵大军都有着非常明显的弱点，所以这群魔法生物根本没机会像原剧情里那样对整个大陆的活物产生巨大威胁，完全沦为了玩家们用来刷经验的怪物。
不少比较倒霉的异鬼更是在战斗中被法术控制、捕获，然后带回去高价卖给浮空城做研究。
此时此刻，在左思和夏恩七世的视线范围之内，就有两三千名玩家正在围攻上万名的亡灵大军和十几个负责统帅它们的异鬼。
虽然在数量上玩家完全处在劣势，可他们非但没有选择撤退，反而争先恐后的冲了上去，那架势仿佛生怕速度慢了被其他人抢走一样。
“哈哈哈哈！冲啊！手快有、手慢无！”
“淦！那群混蛋已经开始扔燃烧弹抢怪了！”
“别急！交给我！咱们得蒸汽弹射器也不是吃干饭的！”
“机枪手！快他妈的给我开火扫射！难道你的加特林子弹打光了吗？”
“法师术士准备！给我用火球术炸出一条血路来！绝对不能让那些异鬼跑了！它们一个可都是价值上万浮空城金币！”
“放心吧，一个都跑不了，咱们得人已经绕后拦截了。”
……
一时之间，蒸汽雪橇工作时发出的轰鸣、玩家之间传递信息发布命令的嘶吼，还有枪炮与火药爆炸发出的巨响交织在一起，形成了雪地战场上壮观无比的景象。
一辆辆全速行驶的蒸汽雪橇就如同坦克一样，在亡灵大军中横冲直撞如入无人之境。
尽管异鬼们试图操控体型巨大的巨人和猛犸象尸体掀翻这些会散发出惊人热量的机械，可还没等靠近就会被射出的子弹、魔法所淹没。
普通手持冷兵器甚至连武器都没有的亡灵，根本连蒸汽雪橇的金属外壳都敲不动，充其量在上边砸出几个凹痕。
很显然，这群数千年前被魔法创造出来的生物，在面对玩家群体的时候不管在科技上还是魔法方面都完全被碾压了。
它们引以为傲可以无限复活尸体的能力，在燃烧弹、炸弹、火枪等拥有高效杀伤力的武器面前基本就跟活靶子一样。
即便是近身战斗中足以抵挡金属刀剑挥砍的寒冷身躯，这会儿也发挥不出哪怕一丁点的优势。
因为玩家们根本不会跟怪物讲什么“武德”，直接冲上去用一根根绳索套住脖子，然后利用蒸汽雪橇强大的动力进行拖拽，等找个没人的地方再一拥而上将其装进罐子里封存起来。
看到这场近乎是一边倒的战斗，夏恩七世不由得摸着下巴评价道：“因为觉得一切不过是游戏，所以玩家们没有恐惧的情绪，更不会害怕死亡，只有对于力量和财富的无尽渴求。
不得不说，你创造出了一群比冒险者还要恐怖的怪物呢。
最重要的是他们拥有天马行空般的想象力和创造力，不会像现实世界中的人们那样容易被生活常识所束缚。
虽然现在还远远算不上强大，但已经足以令人感到恐惧。
我很好奇，你当初创造他们的灵感源自于什么？”
“灵感？不，这不是灵感，我曾经就是他们中的一员，因此非常了解这个群体。”左思意味深长的回答道。
“原来如此！那现在受到你控制的玩家数量一共有多少？”夏恩七世饶有兴致的问。
亲眼目睹了眼前这些玩家们凶残的战斗力和巨大潜力，他也开始考虑要不要也去抓个夺心魔主脑，然后也培养一群属于自己的玩家。
毕竟这玩意实在是太好用了，只要稍微引导一下、给点好处，立刻就会爆发出百分之三百的热情和动力。
而且永远不会像现实中的人那样，会对自己的工作产生排斥乃至厌恶情绪，反倒是乐在其中。
“差不多已经有几十万了吧。
稍后我会把他们全部转交给你，由你来负责给他们安排任务，对另外一个世界展开全方位无死角的入侵。
至于究竟是推翻一个或者几个国家建立新政权玩征服战争，还是直接打上门去给那位主角先生一点小小的惊喜都随你。
我的要求只有一点，那就是尽量保证不要对平民、尤其是人类平民造成大规模杀伤。
因为人力是一种宝贵的资源，更是文明的基石。
在浮空城所属的时空，我需要大量的人口来重启整个文明。”
左思非常干脆直接的提出了要求。
他一直都不是很明白，那些闲着没事主动或是放任军队对平民搞大屠杀的家伙脑子究竟是怎么想的？
难道是单纯为了制造恐惧？ 还是担心没有能力去统治如此庞大的人口，所以害怕有一天遭到清算？ 要知道来自平民的大量反抗，通常情况下都是因为这些平民活不下去了，整个统治体系即将面临全面崩溃，而不是很多人想象中的种族仇恨、民族意识等原因。
尽管后者会在大规模的起义中产生催化作用，但却根本不是主要矛盾。
尤其是老骨头在向王国宣战之后，直接对整个国家进行了毫无人性的屠杀，连牲畜和动物都不放过，完全不像是一个正常拥有理性的地球人能做得出来的举动。
也正因为如此，左思才怀疑这群所谓的穿越者玩家都是被龙帝独有的始源魔法创造出来的。
抛开道德和三观不谈。
毕竟这种屠杀根本不会带来任何好处，反而负面影响一大堆。
简直就是为了邪恶而邪恶、为了残暴而残暴，与之前建立的形象完全相反。
这一点跟红袍死灵系首席萨扎斯坦把塞尔国民大量转化成亡灵是为了实现某个目的截然不同。
“不用担心，我好歹也是夏恩帝国的皇帝，一名还算合格的最高统治者，就算要屠杀也不会屠杀平民，而是清洗贵族、富商这些既得利益团体。”
夏恩七世语气中带着略微的不满。
因为他觉得这种事情完全没有必要强调。
对平民进行大规模屠杀？
图什么？ 如果想要尸体的话，直接去坟地里挖不就好了么。
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)