Although many gods knew that the Goddess of Night was either secretly plotting something or on her way to doing something, she would basically never stop for a moment and would never give up no matter how many times she failed.
But playing "Star Explosion" directly still opened their eyes to them, and they strongly criticized and condemned it in the meeting of gods.
Tyr, the god of justice who is often elected as an arbitrator, believes that the power of all gods should be combined to seal Shar for at least a thousand years to punish her for her insane intention to destroy the world.
But in the end, the case was dropped due to insufficient evidence.
After all, as long as the Goddess of Night refuses to admit it, the other gods will not be able to obtain any substantial evidence, and without evidence they cannot judge her crimes.
When it comes to adhering to procedural justice, Thiel is quite persistent.
In many cases, he would even defend his enemies out of his natural instinct to "speak up for justice", such as the former Three Gods of Death and the Prince of Lies, Cyric.
Otherwise, other gods would not have given him such great trust and given him the power of judgment and law enforcement several times.
Of course, as the most just god in Faerun, Tyr also paid a heavy price for this, losing an arm and an eye.
The right hand was because the gods had set a trap to imprison the Chaos Hound Kozef, and he put his hand into Kozef's mouth as a guarantee.
But in the end, those gods broke their promise and did not keep their agreement, so this ancient evil creature bit off Tyr's right hand in revenge, and swallowed up all the gods' blood, divinity, and power.
No one knew whether the right hand could not be restored because it was devoured by the Chaos Hounds, or whether Tyr himself felt pain and shame for not keeping his promise, so he took the initiative to give up his devoured right hand.
Anyway, since then he has always appeared as a disabled person with one arm.
As for his eyes, they were blinded by Io, the God above Gods, himself during the Year of Troubles.
The reason is that as the god of justice, Tyr failed to fulfill his duties, allowing thieves to steal the important stone tablet of destiny, and also allowing the fighting between the gods to become more and more fierce.
From then on, Tyr has been playing the role of a judge in the Council of Gods.
So even though his proposal was ultimately not passed due to insufficient evidence, it made Shar so embarrassed that the entire conspiracy could not go on at all. He had no choice but to abandon his faith in the Jungle of Chult in accordance with the ancient agreement and publicly disclose the two gods he had killed and replaced around the Years of Troubles.
Likewise, this exposure has also caused many gods to become highly alert and vigilant towards the Goddess of Night, and they will not be able to make any big moves in the short term.
At this moment, Shar was sitting on the black throne in her own kingdom, staring at the image displayed in the gray smoke with cannibalistic eyes.
And this image was not from anywhere else, but from the Mage Tower in the old town of Athkatla.
Zuo Si himself had obviously noticed something was wrong, and he stood alone on the semi-enclosed rooftop outside the tower, waving and smiling at the evil, deep, dark power of the Goddess of Night, without showing any sign of nervousness or panic.
Since the Mage Tower had been strengthened in various ways from the inside out, even powerful divine powers could not see what was hidden inside the tower.
The only thing the gods knew was that he had hidden countless secrets and a portal to other planes in his wizard tower.
After a full minute, Shar finally crushed the armrest of the throne with a snap and said in a hateful and malicious tone: "Very good! Very good! I can't believe that I didn't take the initiative to cause trouble for you, but you took the initiative to cause trouble for me.
Not only did it ruin my plans in the Jungle of Chult, but it also put me on the wrong side of the gods."
Obviously, the Goddess of Night already knows who is the real mastermind behind this incident.
After all, she and Su Lun had been fighting each other since the beginning of the creation. She knew that with the other party's way of thinking and tactics, even if they discovered the truth, they would never think of directly convening the Council of Gods to make the matter public and then unite all the gods to attack together.
What's more, she had a brief remote fight with Zuo Si in the Chult Jungle.
What Shar didn't expect was that she had hidden herself so deeply, especially through the creation of Aishouduo's appearance, it should have been impossible for her to be recognized.
Until now, she still couldn't figure out what the basis for Zuo Si's judgment was.
You know, even the dinosaur god Ubtao knew nothing about this.
If possible, the Goddess of Night would really like to send down an avatar to talk to the young man standing on the semi-enclosed rooftop at the top of the Mage Tower.
But unfortunately, this is simply not possible now.
Not to mention that she was currently being watched by several powerful and medium-powered gods, Zuo Si's growth rate alone was far beyond her expectations.
Be it the identity of the great devil, the large number of god allies standing behind him, or the planeswalker's ability to appear and disappear at will, all of them made Shar feel very fearful.
What's more, the current Feren is no longer like before, where he can dispatch avatars at will.
One of the most important reasons why Io, the supreme god of gods, cast the gods down to the mortal world in the Year of Troubles was that he felt they interfered too much in the affairs of mortals.
Therefore, after the turmoil ended, all gods tried to reduce the number of times they descended into the world as much as possible.
Even if an incarnation is sent down, it will most likely conceal its identity and provide guidance in the manner of a wise man or a sage, rather than rudely demanding that believers obey its orders.
"Great goddess, do you want me to gather a hunting team composed of chosen people to teach him a lesson?" A dark angel knelt on one knee and asked cautiously.
As a creation of the Goddess of Night, she could obviously feel her master's anger, annoyance and unhappiness.
But Shar shook her head gently: "No, no need.
Even an assassination team composed of voters can hardly pose much threat to Soth nowadays.
We have to find another way to make him pay for what he did.
By the way, how are the preparations going in Ghost City?
How long will it take them to return to Faerûn?"
“From what I have heard, Telramant Tanshul and his sons have been secretly observing and gathering intelligence.
If nothing unexpected happens, it is estimated that after the turmoil caused by the Son of Bhaal is over, they will start to carry out inter-dimensional teleportation.
Because they had been away from the material plane for so long, they were very cautious.
At the same time, Telramant Tanshull also appointed Hajjona as his deputy to carry out a systematic data compilation and assessment of the various countries, city-states and forces in Faerun."
The Dark Angel told all the information he knew in one go.
Because the power struggle within Shade City is very complicated, there are both arcanists who adhere to the original Netheril traditions and priests and believers who later defected to the Church of the Goddess of Night, so it is not completely under Shar's control.
To be precise, the relationship between the two parties is more like cooperation or mutual benefit, rather than a very obvious hierarchical relationship.
“What is Revaraan Tanshul doing?”
Shar touched his chin and asked meaningfully.
This is the highest leader and elect of her church in the City of Ghosts, and the eldest son of the city lord Telramant Tanshul.
Whenever the power of the City of Ghosts is needed to accomplish something, Rivalan becomes the perfect mouthpiece.
"Rivalan is constantly spreading the prophecy you gave to the people, and making all the residents of Ghost City believe that their mission is to return to the material world and restore the glory of Netheril civilization with their own hands." The dark angel answered without hesitation.
"In that case, then go and tell him to speed up the process. I want to see the City of Ghosts appear above the sky of the Enorok Desert as soon as possible."
As he said this, a chilling black light flashed in Shar's eyes.
The Dark Angel seemed to realize something, raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you going to use the power of the City of Ghosts to destroy Soth's plan to annex the North?"
Shar sneered and asked, "Why not? Don't forget that the original site of Netheril is the Onoak Desert, and the place next to it is the North.
The most important thing is that it is not convenient for me to take action against Soth himself now, so it is also a good choice to take action against the country and forces he created.
However, the strength of Ghost City alone is far from enough.
Take this ancient map and find Borem's Mire Heart.
To deal with a guy like Soth, you need at least the power of a quasi-god, a wild god, or an original being."
"Understood. I'll arrange someone right away."
The Dark Angel took the map with both hands respectfully, his face full of awe.
Having lived for countless thousands of years, she knew very well that Borem was one of the Seven Lost Gods of the Netheril era.
In the process of the three gods of death, Bane, Baal and Melkor, seeking to become gods, they used the artifact - the Dagger of Zasman to stab Prim into the heart and successfully killed him.
Today, the remaining heart is buried in an unknown place.
As long as you find it and pull out the Zasman dagger, a large amount of mud will gush out from the wound, eventually forming a huge mud lake.
Borem will also be reborn from the mud lake.
At that time, all we need to do is capture and seal it, and then use the power of the Goddess of Night to erode it, twisting it from a wild god into a half-shadow, half-dark evil god or ancient evil creature.
Things like this have happened more than once.
After watching her dark angel disappear at the end of the dark kingdom, Shar turned her gaze to Zuo Si on the other side of the gray smoke, pursed her lips and said in a decisive tone: "You will know what happens if you offend me, Soth. I promise."
Zuo Si obviously didn't know that the Goddess of Night had already begun to take revenge.
After waiting for the fluctuation of divine power to disappear, he returned to the Mage Tower to watch the final performance of Aberdare and others in the Underdark.
Of course, even if I knew, I wouldn’t care too much.
After all, since he dared to send the message to Midnight and Su Lun, he was mentally prepared to be hated and even retaliated by Shar.
As the saying goes, when enemies come, we will stop them; when water comes, we will block it with earth.
Considering that one of the oldest Gemini goddesses only likes to hide in the dark and fan the flames, there is almost no precedent of her jumping out to make a move.
Therefore, the threat he could pose is actually far less than that madman Xirik.
What's more, when it comes to playing tricks and schemes, Zuo Si believes that he is definitely no worse than any evil god.
At worst, we can just compete secretly to see who has better skills.
To sum up, he didn't take Shar's revenge seriously at all. Instead, he was looking forward to the goddess of the night coming to play with him.
Anyway, even if the situation gets out of hand, the Moon Goddess Sulun and her allies are there to support it, so he doesn't need to worry at all.
…
On the other hand, in the city of Uster-Nasa, located in the dark area deep under the Wildas Forest, a long-brewing series of conspiracies and traps finally came to light.
The secret room in the mansion of the first family, Despana, was now covered with blood, viscera, rotten flesh and crushed bones.
Some of them were slaves killed during the sacrifice, while others were torn from Mistress Adullus seconds ago.
At this moment, the only remaining upper half of her body was hanging on the spikes on the wall. The part below the waist was long gone, and a bloody spine hung from the end, making everyone who saw it feel their scalp tingling.
A gigantic Balor Fire Demon Lord was fiddling with a dragon egg covered with silver scales, laughing mockingly, "Hahahaha! Don't you realize you've made a mistake yet?
Your daughter Firi secretly replaced the egg while preparing for the ceremony.
Not only did she successfully deceive you, but she also pushed you into an abyss of no return."
"What? This... How is this possible! Fili! What did you do?"
Madam Adulles endured the severe pain and asked her eldest daughter who was not far away in a harsh voice.
Her expression was so hideous and terrifying, and with blood all over her body, she looked like a demon.
But Firi calmly took out another dragon egg from his pocket and replied triumphantly, "Sorry, mother, I won the game of usurping the throne this time.
I have successfully plotted against you. From now on, I am the new mistress of the family.
As for you, it would be better for you to die honestly.
Don't worry, after you die, I will use this dragon egg to fulfill the will of the Queen of Gods and kill all those damn surface elves without leaving a single one alive.
In this way, I will replace you as the most favored high priest of Uster Nasa, firmly holding the supreme power of the First Family and the Municipal Council.
I swear to do better and better than you."
There is no doubt that what is being played out now is the classic scene of the dark elves' "loving mother and filial daughter".
If any high-ranking priestess wants to become the mistress of the family, she must first eliminate the sisters ahead of her, and then kill her mother to take her place.
This is how the drow transfer power, full of conspiracy, cruelty, deception and blood.
If any mistress waits for her mother to die of old age and then obtains power through inheritance, she will be looked down upon by the mistresses of other families and considered a weakling.
"New mistress? Do you think you can suppress the other top-ranked families?"
Madam Adulles held on to her last breath and stared at her eldest daughter not far away. Her eyes were very complicated, with anger and resentment, but also a hint of relief.
From the moment she became the mistress, she knew that this day would come sooner or later.
After all, this way of power inheritance is encouraged and advocated by the spider goddess Rose.
When the matriarch of a family begins to grow old and less powerful, her ambitious daughter will seize the opportunity to kill her.
Only in this way can we ensure that all matrons are the strongest, most ambitious and capable leaders in the family.
"Don't underestimate me, mother.
As long as I complete this sacrifice and kill all those surface elves, I will be able to obtain the Queen of Gods' supreme favor.
What's more, I have them, powerful mercenaries who successfully stole the dragon egg from you and completed a series of impossible challenges, including bringing back the blood of the Mind Flayer and the Eye of the Elder. "
As he spoke, Firi walked delicately in front of Aberdair, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cheek of the Son of Bhaal in the form of a dark elf. Both his eyes and his movements were full of teasing.
As a beast who habitually thinks with his lower body, Aberdare subconsciously wanted to do something in response.
But before he could take any actual action, he felt a piercing pain coming from his lower back.
Looking down, he saw that it was Jaheira who had twisted the flesh on his waist.
moment!
Aberdare, who was boiling with anger in the last second, turned into a well-behaved boy with his eyes fixed straight ahead in the next second.
no way.
As the saying goes, every thing has its own nemesis.
Since the death of his adoptive father Gorion, Jaheira has been the only one who can control him and make him obey willingly.
Fili noticed the little trick between the two, pursed his lips and smiled playfully without pointing it out. He directly handed the dragon egg in his hand to the Balrog Lord and solemnly requested: "I hope to complete the transaction with you just now on behalf of my mother."
"Hehe, are you sure?"
The Balor Lord pursed his lips and revealed a smile that made people feel nervous and uneasy.
"I'm quite sure!"
Firi didn't realize the hint from the powerful demon in front of him and nodded without thinking.
Just when she was full of anticipation, the Balor Fire Demon Lord suddenly grabbed her left and right arms without warning, and tore them apart at the same time.
Crack! Crack! Along with the crisp sound of bones breaking, the two arms were pulled down by terrifying brute force.
The glaring blood gushed out along the arteries, directly staining the surrounding ground and walls red.
“Aa ...
The severe pain made Fili wail on the spot. His whole body twitched uncontrollably, and he shouted like crazy: "What are you doing? I clearly gave you the dragon egg!"
"Dragon egg? Hahahaha!
idiot!
Do you think the dragon egg you hold is real? Just as you deceived your mother, the Son of Bhaal has deceived you.
Well, didn’t expect that?
This is a wonderful drama of betrayal within betrayal and deception within deception.
You think you are the hunter, but you are actually the prey."
The Balor Fire Demon Lord licked the blood on his face with his tongue, then opened his arms and looked extremely intoxicated.
As a chaotic evil creature bred in the abyss, the scenes of mortals scheming, betraying, and stabbing each other in the back undoubtedly make him feel a pleasure that cannot be described in words.
Especially since one of them is the descendant of Baal, the famous god of murder.
"No!
This is impossible!
What reason does he have to lie to me?
I can give him everything he wants! Whether it's power, status, or passion.
If he chooses to betray, what benefit can he get from it?"
Firi turned and looked into Aberdare's eyes, as if he wanted to get a positive answer from the latter.
"You are wrong, foolish dark elf.
Do you think the people standing here are your compatriots?
In fact, they all come from the surface.
Therefore, I am not interested in your offer at all.
There is only one thing they want, and that is the silver dragon's egg."
After saying that, Lord Balor cast a spell, instantly dispelling the transformation spell cast on all members of the team.
Only Viconia, who was originally a drow, did not change at all.
阿杜勒丝主母见状，立刻爆发出一阵歇斯底里的狂笑，仿佛在嘲弄自作聪明结果搞砸了的长女，随后咽下最后一口气死透了。
至于菲里则仿佛疯了一样想要扑上去撕咬阿伯戴尔的喉咙，结果没爬出多远便被巴洛炎魔领主一脚踩死，连内脏都从嘴里被挤压出来，场面一度血腥到让人想吐。
等做完这一切，恶魔才饶有兴致盯着队伍中年级最小的男孩问：“年轻的巴尔之子，你想要用那枚龙蛋跟我做个交易吗？”
“不，不想。”
桑乔毫不犹豫的拒绝道。
他可不傻，知道一个次级深渊领主根本无法给予自己强大的力量，充其量就是一些类法术能力、魔法武器和恶魔血统。
这些破玩意连巴尔之子自带的神性与神力都比不上。
而且就算真想要这样的力量，也根本没必要冒着巨大风险去跟恶魔做交易，完全可以找自己的导师。
“是么，那可真是太遗憾了。”
巴洛炎魔领主浮现出失望的表情，但也并没有说什么，直接选择离开物质世界返回无底深渊老家。
等他消失之后，小队成员这才长长的出了一口气。
爱蒙更是心有余悸的拍了拍胸脯：“老天，我感觉自己的心脏都快要跳出来了。那就是次级深渊领主么？太可怕了，简直让人喘不过气来。”
“是啊。现在我们总算有惊无险拿到龙蛋，终于可以离开这个破地方了。”
阿伯戴尔偷偷撇了一眼被踩成肉饼的菲里微微叹了口气。
由于这几天两人进行过不止一次的“深入”交流，因此看到对方死的这么惨，多少还是有点于心不忍。
尽管在干这种事情的时候，他一般走的都是肾不走心，可“日”久还生情呢。
更何况黑暗精灵在这方面花样那叫一个多，开放程度也远不是地表世界能媲美的。
“千万别大意，现在还没有摆脱危险呢。
从第一家族的宅院到乌斯特·拿萨的大门起码有三四公里远。
我们的变形魔法已经被驱散，如果杀过去至少需要跟几千个卓尔来一场血战。”
桑乔表情严肃的提醒了一句。
“那就杀出去！
英勇的明斯克和布布早就想要给这些邪恶的黑暗精灵一点颜色看看了。
让我们为伟大冒险篇章在增添一个传奇故事。
来吧！正义必胜！”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，明斯克拔出剑直接打开房间的大门，一剑劈在门口全无防备的第一家族战士身上。
噗！！！！
通过黑暗精灵高级铁匠加持邪恶魔法打造的+5精金双手剑，当场就撕裂了对方身上的锁子甲，把整个人从肩膀到腹部劈开了一道骇人的口子，内脏和鲜血哗啦一下全部流了出来。
不用问也知道，这家伙是百分之百死定了，连一点抢救的必要都没有。
“吱！吱！”
明斯克肩膀上的黄皮耗子布布发出了也不知道是恐惧还是兴奋的尖叫。
一击得手之后，明斯克没有立刻拔出剑，而是抢走了死者身上的单手剑，直接把另外一个守卫也给干净利落的解决掉，随后宛如野蛮人狂战士般冲进大厅开始疯狂屠戮见到的每一个黑暗精灵。
“他……他在干什么？疯了吗！”
爱蒙这会才反应过来，张大嘴巴看着门口地上的鲜血和死尸浑身发抖。
没办法不抖！ 因为明斯克的行为相当于直接向这座城市数以万计的黑暗精灵公开宣战。
“该死！明斯克！回来！快回来！”
饶是神经大条的阿伯戴尔这会儿也慌了，赶忙冲出去想要把自己这位经历过生死考验、但脑子却不怎么好使的兄弟给拉回来。
但遗憾的是为时已晚。
有些比较机灵的高阶女祭司在察觉到可能是密室出现了意外，立刻便冲到外面去召集家族内的法师、牧师和战士，想要利用混乱之际夺权并成为新的主母。
她们这一闹，整个乌斯特·拿萨城的各个家族也察觉到了异样，纷纷开始集结兵力打探第一家究竟发生了什么事情。
第二家族和第三家族更是联合起来，带着军队向第一家族的驻地进发，明显认为这是一个可以取而代之的好机会。
“唉——这下的麻烦大了。
做好战斗准备吧，接下来我们将迎接一场狂风骤雨跟死亡风暴。
如果不想死的话就竭尽全力把自己的潜力全部挖掘出来。
不然的话我们的生命就要到此为止了。”
桑乔扶着额头一脸绝望的说道。
他简直不敢相信原本一切顺利的计划，居然在最后关头让明斯克这个二傻子以一种十分荒谬的冲动行为给破坏了。
“我早就给你说过，像这种不确定因素要尽早从队伍中剔除掉，可你就是不听。现在好了，他把我们所有人推向了死亡的深渊。”
维康尼亚丝毫没有掩饰对于明斯克的鄙夷跟厌恶。
如果不是这个光头傻子一会儿战斗中可以发挥肉盾和炮灰的作用，她都想自己先动手将其干掉泄愤。
“好了，现在不是争吵的时候。我们必须团结一心才能度过难关。桑乔，你跟那条银龙取得联系了吗？”
贾希拉果断选择转移话题，不希望队伍这个时候再闹矛盾。
桑乔略微点了点头：“从拿到龙蛋的那一刻起就通知了。
艾达隆正在准备魔法仪式，要彻底毁灭整个乌斯特·拿萨。
我们要做的就是撑一段时间，等魔法开始生效，那些卓尔就会自己四散溃逃。
届时趁着混乱之际，咱们就能从大门逃出去。”
“小心！黑暗精灵攻进来了！”
伴随着爱蒙的声音回荡在走廊里，一声猛烈巨响顿时把从里边锁死的大门撞飞了。
一群全副武装加持了大量神术的卓尔男性战士一拥而上，明显是要把他们这些罪魁祸首给赶尽杀绝。
顶在最前边的阿伯戴尔连一秒钟都没有犹豫，直接化身成为杀戮者迎了上去。
眨眼功夫鲜血四溅！
凭借神之子强大的力量，短短几秒钟就有好几名黑暗精灵被生撕了。
但阿伯戴尔同样也付出了相当惨痛的代价。
毕竟卓尔精英的武器附魔等级一般都是+3起步，给贵族直系成员使用的往往都是+4、+5。
因此即便是杀戮者形态，也没办法抵挡如此强大的武器攻击。
只要被砍伤一下就会立刻留下一个恐怖的伤口。
不过好在阿伯戴尔也不是一个人孤军奋战。
开启狂暴的明斯克从侧面进行了掩护。
桑乔、贾希拉、爱蒙和维康尼亚，更是把奥术和神术像不要钱一样的往门口扔，愣是在短时间内挡住了敌人的冲击。
上百具尸体密密麻麻堆在一起，粘稠的血浆早已把地面染成了黑红色。
没有谈判！
没有妥协！
只有疯狂的战斗与杀戮！ 如果站在外面居高临下观看，可以发现在第一家族宅院的上空，已经笼罩上了宛如血雾一样的能量。
三个巴尔之子体内的神力正随着杀戮不断积累、增长。
尤其是被谋杀之神操控的阿伯戴尔，杀戮者形态还在不断的膨胀，开始朝着巨大化的蹂躏者方向进化。
而且所有被其杀死的卓尔都会变成不死生物。
“这都是些什么怪物？！”
正在指挥进攻的黑暗精灵高阶女祭司难以置信的惊呼道。
“别问我！我怎么知道！说不定是菲里搞的鬼！总之我们得杀掉这些来历不明的家伙。”
另外一名高阶女祭司不停释放神术给受伤退下来的战士治疗。
就在两边围绕着通道反复争夺的时候，他们谁都没有注意到有两个身影已然降临在头顶溶洞的黑暗角落，饶有兴致欣赏着下边的情况。
“你确定我们就这样看着不用帮忙？”
变化成精灵形态的艾达隆下意识皱起眉头。
尤其是在感知到装在桑乔背包里的龙蛋时，明显露出了紧张和焦躁的情绪。
她显然非常想立刻就下去把属于自己的龙蛋夺回来小心保管。
左思的投影的笑着回答道：“不需要，至少现在还不需要。
毕竟他们都是巴尔之子，必须通过战斗和杀戮才能让自己变得更加强大。
乌斯特·拿萨的黑暗精灵是块不错的磨刀石，可以帮助我的弟子完成最后的蜕变。
等他们撑不住的时候，你再下去帮忙也来得及。
另外，对于我的那个提议你考虑的怎么样了？”
“我……我还没有想好。”
艾达隆神态明显有逃避的倾向。
“最好快点，因为留给你的时间已经不多了。
如果等你的身体开始衰老到无法挽回的程度，即便是注入炼狱血统也无法阻止死亡的降临。
到时候就算你后悔也来不及了。”
左思瞥了身边的银龙一眼低声催促道。
Needless to say, this proposal is to transform Aidalon from an ancient silver dragon into an ancient infernal silver dragon.
Use the power of Baator to extend your lifespan, or even become immortal.
"I understand what you mean, and I know this is the only option, but I just can't get over the psychological barrier." Aidalon explained with a wry smile.
Ever since she deviated from the good camp and began to have the idea of not wanting to die, she had the idea of using the power of hell to prolong her life, and to reunite with her unborn partner and stay together forever.
I have to say that the ethical relationship between this dragon couple is quite messy.
The wife gave birth to her reincarnated husband.
So are they husband and wife in the future?
Should they still be considered mother and child? If they give birth to new offspring, what should they be called?
Zuo Si gradually began to understand why the continent of Faerun was so open in terms of ethics and sex.
They are all the result of various kinds of magic, divine arts, and miracles.
Among them, resurrection, reincarnation, the difference in lifespans of different races by decades or even hundreds of years, and sudden rescue after being petrified for many years, are simply natural ethical killers.
If you are not careful, ethical chaos will occur.
"There is nothing that is insurmountable. All you need to do is let go of the past, ignore the world's perspective, and bravely embrace your own future." Zuo Si whispered in the ear of the ancient silver dragon.
"Embrace your own future..."
Aidalon was obviously moved when he heard these words, and his eyes were flashing with desire.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, portals leading to the abyss suddenly opened.
Soon after, hundreds of demons and elemental creatures emerged from the other side.
Obviously, these alien creatures were summoned by mages and priests.
Unlike the very low proportion of mages among humans on the surface, the ratio of spellcasters among dark elves can be said to be quite exaggerated, often reaching fifty to one or even thirty or twenty to one.
If a city has 20,000 dark elves, the number of spellcasters among them will reach hundreds or even thousands.
This is almost unimaginable in the surface world.
Moreover, since the Underdark is rich in mineral resources and it is easier to obtain expensive magical materials such as gems, the spellcasting level of drow wizards can be improved much faster.
The sudden influx of numerous demons and elemental creatures became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
No matter how hard Sancho tried, he couldn't deal with so many difficult alien creatures at the same time.
Upon seeing this, Aidalong immediately asked, "Is this enough? I'm afraid your disciples and other members of the adventure team can't hold on any longer."
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Don't be anxious, and don't underestimate the potential of the Son of God. Just wait and see, the real fun has just begun."
As these words came out of his mouth, Sancho, who had just used time stop half a minute ago, finally showed the power he had obtained a long time ago but had never used.
He stimulated the vast amount of divine power and divinity in his body to the limit, and then his body began to expand and deform rapidly, and the surface was covered with a shell as hard as granite.
"This is... the Killer?"
Aidalon's eyes widened in disbelief.
Because the boy's transformation bears no resemblance to Aberdare's Slayer form.
Especially after the transformation was completed, Sancho did not lose his mind at all. His two blood-red eyes were swollen and the pupils emitting a blue glow could be clearly seen.
“No, not the Slayer, but his own power.
To be precise, my lovely disciple has surpassed his divine father on the philosophical level.
Now he is on the path to becoming a new god.
How about it, isn’t it excellent?
To be honest, I didn’t expect him to get this far in such a short time.”
Zuo Si pursed his lips and praised generously.
"New God?!!"
Aidalon stared at the boy who had completed his transformation and turned into a shadow, rushing into the midst of the extradimensional creatures, drow mages, and priests to kill them all.
With every kill, Sancho's strength increases at a rate visible to the naked eye.
He also retains his sanity and spellcasting abilities, and can suddenly release some instant arcane magic and spell-like abilities during combat.
Especially the thick rock shell covering its body, which was obviously added through magical powers to increase defense.
Once damaged enough, the boy can restore it to its original state through a standard spellcasting action.
In this way, he can achieve super long combat endurance through continuous killing, without worrying about being stabbed into a sieve by the dark elves' adamantium enchanted weapons like Aberdare.
In addition, Sancho's claws are obviously larger after the transformation, and look like sharp double-edged daggers.
Often one strike can cause huge damage to multiple enemies at the same time, and also has the ability to suck blood.
"It's incredible! Is this the Son of God?" Aidalon exclaimed.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, this is the Son of God.
Because of their divinity, their learning and growth speeds are far beyond the reach of mortals.
If things continue like this, when the Sons of Bhaal's elimination round enters the final round, it will inevitably be a battle between quasi-gods and demigods.
I am looking forward to seeing where Sancho and Aberdare will go.
Should I choose to become a god and embark on an extraordinary journey, or give up all my divine power and divinity and become a mortal? "
"What about the girl named Imoen? Isn't she also a son of Baal?" Aidalon's tone was full of doubt.
"It's impossible for Imoen to become a god, or maybe her personality determines that she has no interest in becoming a god. I have already arranged a future for her, a life that can satisfy her curiosity without being too dangerous."
After saying that, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to the silver dragon beside him, and concentrated on admiring Sancho's performance in this critical moment.
He is now more and more convinced that this lucky little guy still has great potential to be tapped, and perhaps he can become a powerful helper and ally...