"Erinikas! Are you ready to pay for what you've done?"

Aberdare glared at his enemy with his bloodshot eyes and roared at him.

As Baal's remaining soul began to activate the Blood Throne, he could clearly feel his own power increasing and his desire for violence, killing, and death.

As a pure warrior, this strong desire that came from primitive instinct did not arouse any vigilance. Instead, it made this reckless and impulsive son of Baal feel an inexplicable pleasure and enjoyment.

The reason is very simple.

Under the influence of Baal's nightmares, Aberdare's philosophical understanding of killing and death was basically the same as his father's.

This is why, out of the three Sons of Baal in the team, his Slayer form is the closest to Baal himself.

In contrast, Sancho took a completely different path, while Imoen's subconscious was still resisting, hesitating and wavering, and seemed reluctant to accept this power.

"Price? Hahahaha! You are a fool who is controlled by others. You don't know the truth at all, right?"

Erinikas gave a wild, sarcastic laugh.

Although he was quite annoyed by the destruction of the insects that absorbed the energy of the Tree of Life, he soon felt relieved when he thought that he could not avoid this fateful battle no matter what.

After all, he now has abundant divine power converted from life energy in his body, and he has also ignited the spark of divinity to become a quasi-god. He must have an overwhelming advantage in terms of strength.

Coupled with the already powerful magical force, there is no need to be afraid of the Son of Baal who knows nothing.

Quite the opposite!

It is the enemy who should be afraid.

"Others? Manipulation?"

Jaheira keenly grasped two key words.

Although she was facing the murderer who brutally killed her husband and desecrated his body, she was also very angry and full of hatred in her heart, and she wished she could tear him into pieces immediately.

But the experience and habits developed from years of working as a harpist helped the widow regain her calm and restraint.

“Why, you don’t think that you can stand in front of me again because of your own efforts and luck?

Don't be naive!

Whether it's you or me, we are just pawns manipulated and played by more powerful beings.

It's just that I have embarked on the path of resistance, and at the same time I have gained enough strength to fight against it.

But you are still just lowly ants.

The so-called destiny, in its essence, is nothing more than the interference of the strong in the behavior and even thoughts of the weak.

Especially those gods who claim to be always right but are actually selfish and narrow-minded, always eager to transform mortals into what they expect.

Don't care what mortals think or whether this is what they desire.

Now I can understand and feel this clearly.

If you don't want to be a pawn, you must transcend the limits of mortals and become one of the gods.

But the funny thing is that you sons of God have been born with talents that are unattainable by mortals, but most of them have been wasted.

I'm just taking away some things you don't need, what's wrong with that?"

There was no trace of regret or guilt on Erinikas' face, instead he acted as if it was a matter of course.

From this guy, one can clearly feel the arrogance and conceit of the elves' upper ruling class, as well as their extreme ideology of not considering other short-lived races as human beings.

They even think that humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, orcs and other ignorant and inferior races are only fit to be vassals and slaves of the elves.

This is exactly the same as when the giant dragons that dominated the continent also viewed the elves as "two-legged beasts" at the beginning.

The most important thing is that this idea has been the consensus of the entire elven community for a long time and has lasted for thousands of years.

It was not until the rise of several powerful human magical civilizations such as Netheril and Imaskar that these imperialist pointy-eared people who were keen on war, expansion and domination gradually began to become "kind".

Perhaps this transformation process is directly related to the betrayal, division and decline of the dark elves, which caused the elven god Corellon to hate evil very much.

But more often than not, humans are becoming increasingly powerful, forcing them to behave a little more "kindly".

Otherwise, if a full-scale racial war breaks out, without the intervention of the gods, given the human population base and fertility rate, humans may be able to withstand several, dozens or even dozens of failures.

But the elves only need to fail once to be wiped out.

"So what you're saying is that everything we encountered on this adventure was arranged and not the result of our free will?"

Sancho narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person very cautiously.

As the Son of Baal who was closest to the quasi-god in the team, he undoubtedly sensed the divine power released by the powerful elven high wizard in front of him, as well as the brilliant divine sparks that continued to shine in his soul.

Different from the traditional route of most mortals to deification, Erinikas did not choose those complicated and difficult philosophical concepts when he spiritualized himself.

Instead, he simply and crudely transformed all the resentment, anger, and hatred in his heart into a strong motivation for revenge.

This means that if he were to go one step further and become a demigod, he would most likely be a god of vengeance, and might even be a god of revenge specifically targeting the elves and gods.

Unfortunately, the potential of the priesthood of vengeance is very limited in Faerun, a place full of powerful divine power.

Just look at the god of vengeance, Hall, to understand this.

After all, he controls the three divine offices of revenge, retribution, and fair reward and punishment, but he is not very popular and has remained a demigod with weak divine power for many years.

Those mortals who yearn for true fairness and justice will inevitably choose to seek help from Tyr, the god of justice, while the evil camp would rather worship more powerful evil gods such as Bane and Shar.

At worst, you can make a deal with the devil, or simply make crazy sacrifices to summon the devil...

Either way would definitely be more effective and quicker than praying to the god of vengeance, Hoar.

But Erinikas, who had gone completely crazy, obviously didn't care about these.

He was staring at the boy not far away with a slightly amused look. After more than ten seconds, he asked meaningfully, "What do you think free will is? Is it the choice and decision you make after thinking for yourself?

How do you know that these thoughts, choices and decisions are truly your own thoughts, rather than being misled by a large amount of information deliberately leaked by others?

Or is it influenced by emotions, interests, or values? Your mentor is especially good at this.

And he is also one of the behind-the-scenes participants and manipulators of the whole thing.

Every intelligent creature believes that its will and soul are unique.

But in fact, they were just mass-produced in a place called the Castle of Souls in the positive energy plane, and then sent to various planes to become the original life.

Never think you are special.

Because whether it is us, or those alien creatures, elemental creatures and gods, at the beginning we were just a tiny soul from the Castle of Souls.

So in my opinion, the so-called free will is a false proposition.

In many cases, the concept of self is influenced by too many objective factors, environment, instinct, desire, and growth experience.

What you think of as free will is actually just the result of performing a script on a predetermined stage.

There is no freedom in the world. We are all puppets and slaves manipulated by more powerful forces.

It's like a cycle that progresses layer by layer and is endlessly entangled.

In the mortal realm, kings, lords, wizards and warriors with great power can interfere with the fate of civilians to some extent, and even decide their life and death.

They can rise to the extraordinary realm, where demons, devils, celestial beings, and gods can interfere with the fate of kings, lords, powerful wizards, and warriors, and determine the destination of their souls after death.

Further up there are planes of will that are more powerful than the gods themselves, and can instantly kill the high gods, no matter how powerful they are.

The will of the planes, especially the outer planes, is constructed by the thoughts, cognitions, and souls of countless mortals who are reincarnated after death.

This means that whether we like it or not, we must accept that we are part of this great cosmic cycle system.

You can't surpass it, nor can you change it. You can only improve your position as much as possible within the rules.

Becoming God is the only way to escape being manipulated.

Look at me now!

I have completely recovered everything that was once taken away from me by the elven gods, and I have also gained the right to have an equal dialogue with them."

Having said this, Erinikas paused deliberately, glanced at Aberdare and Imon with contempt, and then took the initiative to extend his right hand to the boy: "Dear Sancho, I think you, who are infinitely close to being a quasi-god, should understand what I am saying.

Now I formally invite you.

And I sincerely hope that you can join me in embarking on this road of transcendence that is full of thorns and challenges.

I can help you cross that threshold and become a true god, thus completely breaking free from Soth's control.

Compared to the other foolish sons of Bhaal, you are the only one qualified to seize the Blood Throne and become the new God of Murder.

As long as we join forces, we will surely stir up a storm among the gods."

moment!

The air around them suddenly became heavy.

Including Aberdare and Jaheira, everyone turned their attention to Sancho, the strongest member of the team.

They knew that if the boy chose to betray them at this time, then let alone revenge, they might not even be able to leave alive.

What is even more frightening is that Sancho, the person involved, had no expression on his face, as if he was really seriously considering the pros and cons of forming an alliance with the other party.

As time passed, everyone became more and more nervous.

About two or three minutes later, the boy sneered and shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested in your invitation.

To be exact, I don't want to form an alliance with a mentally ill lunatic, and I don't think you can be a match for the elven gods.

It seems to me that your crazy plan has no chance of success at all.

And I can tell the difference between exercise and control.”

"That's a shame. In that case, let's begin this battle that will determine our mutual fate. As long as I kill you all, I can continue on my path and accomplish an unprecedented feat."

As he spoke, Erinikas raised his hands high and suddenly shot out a spell infused with divine power.

Boom!!! The nearest Aberdale flew out in response, with almost half of his body torn apart by the violent energy explosion, revealing large areas of blood-red muscles, internal organs, and white bones.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be killed on the spot.

But he miraculously began to regenerate, and in just a few seconds he was mostly recovered.

As the divine power and divinity in their bodies began to be directly connected with the Blood Throne, the power of all the Sons of Bhaal grew rapidly in a short period of time.

Although the previous killer form also had regenerative abilities, it was obviously not as abnormal as the one in front of him.

"Imoen! Pay attention to the counterspell! Don't let him cast the spell so easily!"

Sancho quickly completed the eight-ring spell [Chain Dispel] and stripped away several protective magics from the enemy.

Unfortunately, this did not cause any trouble at all to Erinikas, who had already become a quasi-god.

Just one second later, he used his divine power to create a divine shield that could not be dispelled by ordinary spells within the ninth ring.

What's even worse is that neither Sancho nor Imoen dared to use time-stopping spells to buy more time.

The reason is simple! The divine spark ignited by Erinikas is enough to make him immune to a series of powerful magics that are regarded as killer weapons by mages, including time stop, imprisonment, and transformation.

fortunately!

Just when he was losing ground in the spell battle, the injured Aberdare finally recovered and fought back.

His killer form suddenly expanded several times in size, and a large amount of black and red plasma-like substance flowed out from the gaps in the tough stratum corneum on the surface of his skin.

This sticky liquid absorbed all of the two divine attack spells released by Erinikas, and he pounced on it and bit the divine shield wrapped around his body like a mad dog.

Since there was no more constant energy supply from the Tree of Life, the shield quickly weakened and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, the strength of the divine shield ability is determined by the level of divinity.

Erinikas is only a quasi-god. Normally, he should not be able to possess such extraordinary divine power. He relies entirely on the energy he draws to forcibly display it.

The main reason why it was indestructible and could repair itself automatically was because it was replenished by the Tree of Life.

Now that those bugs that extract energy are gone, it will inevitably become very fragile.

What's more, the attacks of the Son of Baal in the killer form will also carry a little divine power.

"Get away! You stupid beast!"

Erinikas raised his hand and instantly unleashed a Bigbai flying palm strike, knocking Aberdare away.

Just when he was about to turn around to deal with Sancho, who posed the greatest threat, he suddenly realized that he could no longer find any trace of the boy.

Invisible?

Teleportation? Or dimension jumping?

Erinikas immediately wanted to cast a divination spell to find the other party.

However, Aimon successfully countered several consecutive spells.

If there is one ability that this cheerful girl has honed to perfection, it must be non-spell countering.

Especially during her adventure in the Underdark, she not only fought against monsters like beholders and mind flayers that were born with powerful magical abilities, but she also had a magic confrontation with the dark elf wizards in which she was outnumbered.

Coupled with the Son of God's terrifying talent, Imoen is now a very terrifying spellcaster.

Although it may not be able to pose a real threat to Erinikas, it is definitely enough to cause him some trouble.

"You ignorant little girl! You've pissed me off!"

Erinikas turned around suddenly and shot out a fist made of force field from the magic storage ring on his finger.

Imoen failed to react in time and was hit by the huge fist on the spot, following in Aberdare's footsteps.

Moreover, before it hit the ground, the fist turned into a big hand and pinned it to the ground, squeezing it.

The glaring blood immediately flowed out from the corners of the eyes, mouth, nose and other places, and occasionally the crisp sound of broken bones could be heard.

Judging from its power, it should be the eighth-ring spell [Bigbai Vajra Fist].

"Imoen?!"

Seeing that the girl was so seriously injured, Jaheira, as an "old mother", suddenly became extremely nervous. Without saying a word, she rushed over and cast a healing spell.

This is undoubtedly a very dangerous move.

Because Erinikas could at any time turn the force field that bound Imoen around and attack her.

Fortunately, Erinikas had now shifted his attention to the priest Viconia. He looked at the dark elf who had been sent to monitor him with interest, and asked with a sneer, "Are you sure you want to be my enemy too? Or do you have some hidden mission, or is that guy using your eyes to observe everything?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

Viconia was not afraid at all because the other party had become a quasi-god. Instead, she raised her chin slightly and looked at him without avoiding.

Of course, the reason why she dared to do this was entirely because she felt that the great devil Zuo Si, who was the source of her faith, had suddenly injected a huge flood of hell energy for some reason.

In just a few seconds, the entire body of this elf, who originally had long silver-white hair and black skin with a slight blue glow, began to change.

First, its originally petite body swelled to over 1.8 meters. Red, blue, and silver scales covered its entire body. A pair of huge dragon wings spread out behind it, and there was a dragon-like tail behind its buttocks.

As for the head, a pair of small horns grew, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets also emitted a dazzling red light.

The most important thing is that Viconia was endowed with Zuo Si's abilities to a certain extent, just like the [God's possession] among the supernatural powers.

Simply put, it means infusing a part of one's own power into the body of a mortal object, making it an external extension of oneself.

The most typical one is the saint form.

However, Zuo Si obviously only infused strength but not consciousness, so the body was still controlled by Viconia herself.

"Soth! Do you want to break the contract we signed earlier?"

Erinikas obviously felt a great threat and immediately tried to talk to Zuo Si directly.

Upon seeing this, Viconia immediately pursed her lips into a playful expression, and said jokingly, "Are you scared now?

Weren't you very arrogant just now?

As long as you don't provoke me, I won't join the fight, but will choose to watch.

For it is not I who will defeat you, but Sancho, Aberdare, and Imon, the three sons of Bhaal.

Especially Sancho, I think you will soon understand how special he is."

As the last word came out of her mouth, Viconia put on an elegant posture, put one hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and then began to slowly back away.

Although she had clearly expressed her position, Erinikas obviously did not dare to take it lightly and remained on high alert.

This obviously gave Sancho, who was hiding in the dark, a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack.

After repeatedly confirming the remaining protective spells on the enemy, the boy carefully took off all his magic equipment and marked them in place. Then he took a deep breath and jumped out from the gap between the material world and the shadow plane. He instantly injected divine power and completed the nine-ring magic [Great Disintegration].

As a quasi-god, Erinikas's perception was undoubtedly very sharp. He turned around almost instantly and prepared to cast a spell to deal with the sneak attack.

But when he saw the light of the great decomposition of divine power, the expression on his face instantly became extremely shocked, and even had a little fear and panic.

毕竟大裂解本身就已经有比较低的概率可以摧毁神器和神力防护，更不用提这个还是注入了神力的版本。

仅仅一瞬间！

艾瑞尼卡斯手指佩戴价值几十万金币魔法戒指上的宝石就啪的一声碎裂开，那些刻在内侧的符文更是释放出惊人的热量灼伤皮肤。

紧跟着是手环、护身符、腰带、裤子、披风、靴子，还有挂在腰间的次元袋、魔杖、卷轴匣……

总之凡是带魔法的东西基本无一幸免，要么当场被摧毁，要么受到压制短时间内无法拿出来使用。

更要命的是大裂解还摧毁了之前加持的防护魔法，导致他彻底变成了“赤身裸体”。

不好！

艾瑞尼卡斯的战斗经验何其丰富，一下子就意识到男孩想要干什么，马上就准备瞬发一个传送魔法，先拉开距离然后再慢慢的补充防护打一场消耗战。

只可惜，桑乔早就准备根本没有给他这个机会。

在瞬发传送术启动的刹那，反魔法力场瞬间以他为中心开始生效。

结果就是传送门才刚刚开启就直接消失了。

“导师曾经教导过我，一名合格的法师至少要准备两套以上应对近身肉搏战的方案。

一套用来对付敌人的近身突袭，另外一条则用来近身突袭那些靠拼法术打不赢的强大敌人。

现在我由衷的希望你也有这样的备用方案。

否则可就太让人失望了。”

桑乔一边说着，一边化身成为杀戮者形态，顶着从自身散发出来的反魔法力场扑向艾瑞尼卡斯。

不用问也知道，这就是他思考再三想出如何战胜一名精灵高等法师的作战计划。

要是拼消耗、拼经验、拼法术位和魔法物品的数量，小队或许可以靠巴尔之子强大的恢复力赢得最终的胜利，但自身也必将承受巨大的损失。

可现在，他只需要发动一场正义的群殴就好了。

轰！ 在杀戮者惊人的力量和速度面前，失去施法力量的艾瑞尼卡斯根本没有逃跑的机会，当场被硬生生拽住右腿砸向脚下生命之树的树干。

一时之间鲜血混杂着纷飞的木屑四散飞溅。

虽然在漫长的生命中，艾瑞尼卡斯也在年轻时练习过精灵那种优雅、灵敏、迅捷、轻盈的剑术，并不是在近战中全无还手之力。

可问题是那也要看敌人是谁。

如果一般的强盗盗匪，他当然可以挥剑解决几个。

但要是换成杀戮者形态的巴尔之子，那绝对是没有半点还手之力。

无奈之下，艾瑞尼卡斯只能使用神力来赋予自己战士等级，再凭空制造一柄武器，放弃原本最擅长的魔法，与桑乔贴身扭打在一起。

不得不说，两个传奇法师突然停止法术对抗开始肉搏这种诡异的画面，着实是让周围其他人吃了一惊。

但很快，爱蒙和阿伯戴尔就反应过来这是一个绝佳的机会，立刻一拥而上加入了正义的群殴。

就连明斯克都瞅准机会挥舞精金巨剑砍了好几下。

或许艾瑞尼卡斯可以在法术对战中凭借一己之力压制小队中的所有施法者，但绝对无法在贴身肉搏中同时对抗三个化身成为杀戮者的巴尔之子。

才短短几分钟的功夫，他的身体就变得千疮百孔，原本积蓄在体内没来得及转化成神力的生命能量更是从伤口中不断涌出。

“不！不！不！这不可能！绝对不可能！我是神！你们这群家伙怎么可能战胜我！”

巨大的心理预期与现实之间的巨大落差让艾瑞尼卡斯开始变得恐惧。

毕竟他从来都不是个战士，也没有经历过无数次战斗、受伤、命悬一线的濒死，更没有战士那种顽强并敢于直面死亡的意志力。

越是受伤他就越紧张，越紧张就越无法发挥出自己的优势跟实力。

哪怕通过神力赋予了自己非常高的战士等级也不例外。

在这方面，艾瑞尼卡斯甚至无法与喜欢用下半身思考的阿伯戴尔相比。

至少后者从未在任何战斗中退缩过，无论对手有多么强大永远都是迎难而上。

虽然并不是每次都能打得过，至少有身为一名战士的觉悟，这是非常重要的。

“神？就算你是神，今天也避免不了死亡的结局。我会亲手杀死你，夺回你从我这里抢走的一切。”

阿伯戴尔伸出舌头舔了舔被鲜血染红的爪子。

也不知道是不是幻觉，他发现每一次撕裂艾瑞尼卡斯的身体，自己的力量都会有所增强。

而且伤口的再生速度也在成倍提升。

之前被砍一下要七八秒才能恢复，现在只要两三秒钟就够了

“别废话！快点解决他！我可不想再出什么岔子。”

桑乔一脸不耐烦的催促道。

不清楚为什么，男孩总是隐约觉得有什么地方不对劲，仿佛某种邪恶的力量正在逼近。

“明白！我这就把他的心脏挖出来！”

说着，阿伯戴尔以迅雷不及掩耳之势冲到近前，右爪化作一道残影噗的一声刺进艾瑞尼卡斯的胸膛，随后一点一点把对方跳动的心脏拽了出来。

不过他并没有急着切断血管，而是任由其连接着心房，咧开嘴用充满恨意的语气说道：“记住，这就是你主动招惹我所需要付出的代价。为了戴娜黑！也为了卡立德和那些被你杀死的无辜人！”

“这句话从你嘴里说出来还真是充满了讽刺呢，为整个世界带来灾祸、杀戮、动荡和死亡的巴尔之子。”

意识到自己已经输掉这场命运之战的艾瑞尼卡斯发出了最后的嘲讽。

虽然有一点不甘心，但输了就是输了，没什么好抱怨的。

也许堕入地狱是个不错的选择。

至少有很大概率会被转化成为一个等级相对较高的魔鬼。

“闭嘴！去死吧！”

阿伯戴尔猛地用力一拽，当场把连接心房的血管崩断，喷涌而出的鲜血顿时喷了他满身都是。

当艾瑞尼卡斯的身体仰面朝天倒下去的刹那，其体内剩余所有的神力、神性开始一股脑涌入阿伯戴尔的身体，就连从生命之树汲取的能量也不例外。

更诡异的是承受这一切的巴尔之子呈大字型凭空漂浮起来，并且仰起头注视着天空。

大概七八秒钟左右，一条血红色的线凭空出现在头顶。

紧跟着天空就像是被某种邪恶力量撕裂了一样，出现了一个巨大的裂隙。

在裂隙的另外一边，有个被鲜血包裹着的骸骨座椅，王座靠背的顶端则屹立着一个骷髅头骨周围漂浮血点的标记。

但凡对宗教有点认识的人都可以清晰辨认出，这便是谋杀之神巴尔的王座。

那种赤裸裸毫不掩饰展现暴力、杀戮和死亡的气息，对方圆十几公里内的动物都产生了影响。

不管是食草的还是食肉的，这会儿都开始疯狂的撕咬、杀戮，把整个森林染成了一片血红。

还没等小队内其他成员来得及做出反应，另外一边的鲜血便喷涌而出，直接将所有人笼罩在内。

已经死去的艾瑞尼卡斯更是像诈尸一样又站了起来，眼眶里既没有眼球也没有瞳孔，而是被血红色的液体所充斥。

至于桑乔等人则像死掉了一样，躺在地上完全没有心跳跟呼吸。

确切地说，他们的灵魂都被吸入了巴尔的国度，正在进行着最后的试炼、决战和蜕变。

唯有赢得胜利的一方才能从死亡的世界中归来获得真正属于神明的力量。

“真不愧是谋杀之神巴尔，即便是死了也能搞出这么大的动静。”

看了半天好戏的蜘蛛女神罗丝摸着下巴发露出玩味的表情。

可左思却不以为意的回应道：“不过是一个不甘心死亡的家伙，想要利用自己的子嗣做最后的复活一搏罢了。我保证，不管他在谋划着什么，最终都不会成功。”

“你要阻止巴尔的复活计划？”

罗丝抬起头眼睛里闪烁着异样的光芒。

“不是要，而是已经在做了。不然你以为我插手巴尔之子的争斗是为了什么？仅仅是觉得好玩吗？”

说话的功夫，左思撇了一眼头顶那个裂开的缝隙，还有脚下仍旧在不断枯萎的生命之树。

很显然，巴尔并没有像原剧情那样见好就收，而是不知道出于什么考量，打算直接榨干这棵树最后一点能量。

更让人无法理解的是，精灵诸神居然真的从头到尾一点反应都没有，任由对方在自己的地盘上搞事情。

难怪在精灵主要族群撤退回永聚岛之后，不管是人类还是兽人都敢对这群昔日的霸主痛下杀手，甚至公开的捕捉奴隶，进行包括强暴、虐待、屠杀等一系列的残暴举动。

“小心点，谋杀之神巴尔可不是什么容易对付的角色。尤其是在他吸收了那么多生命之树的能量之后。”

罗丝故作好心的发出警告。

"It doesn't matter. Even if he is resurrected by force, it can't change the inevitable outcome. At worst, I can just kill him again."

While saying this, Zuo Si gently placed his hand on the hilt of the Sword of the Void, obviously wanting to test the sword.

"God-killing?"

Rose obviously noticed this action and immediately used her divine perception to confirm the characteristics of the weapon, but in the end she sensed nothing.

The seal on the scabbard alone completely isolates it from the outside world.

She couldn't confirm whether this was just a bluff or whether they had really created a terrifying weapon capable of destroying gods.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Rose did not choose to continue to dwell on this issue, but took the initiative to change the subject.

"Someone asked me to give you a gift."

"Oh? Then what are you waiting for? Take it out now."

Zuo Si extended his right hand without hesitation.

"Don't be so anxious. This gift cannot enter Toril. I need to give it to you in another world." Rose hinted calmly.

Other worlds?

Zuo Si instantly recalled the incident in which a projection of his was forcibly summoned to the Grey Eagle world, and he immediately understood the other party's unspoken subtext.

It turns out that those dark elves were not just doing things because they had nothing to do after eating, but they were instructed by the goddess of their faith.

After figuring this out, he immediately probed with an expectant tone: "What about the location? You should at least give me an address to meet, instead of letting me wander around aimlessly."

Rose patiently explained: "The reason why I didn't give you the address is for safety reasons.

You have no idea how dangerous and precious this gift is, and how many eyes are secretly watching and eager to get it.

When it comes to trading, we must be careful, careful, and careful again.

If I remember correctly, you as a planeswalker have the ability to travel between different planes and even universes at any time, right?

Does this mean that as long as your projection gets it, it is equivalent to you getting it yourself? "

"Absolutely."

Zuo Si gave a very straightforward affirmative answer.

Although the projection cannot inherit the power of the Master's Spark, it can serve as a precise coordinate point for teleportation.

"Okay, I understand. Give me some time to prepare. It won't be long before you get what you want."

After saying that, Rose disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

After watching the Spider Goddess leave, Zuo Si immediately summoned his most trusted follower.

In the blink of an eye, the Flame Dragon Knight Davian teleported over a long distance from the border between Southern Kalinshan and Tesser.

He first looked around and found no enemies before asking in an uncertain tone, "Master, do you have any instructions?"

"What's the situation with the Son of Baal?" Zuo Si asked straight to the point.

"Well...how should I put it, the situation is a little bit delicate.

As you summon, violent surges of energy appear in many places.

Based on the surveillance of the nearby wizard tower, it can be basically confirmed that a passage leading to an outer plane inclined to evil has been opened.

Many of the surviving sons of Baal have become more powerful than before due to the surge of energy, and are also extra evil, cruel, and bloodthirsty. "

Davian didn't dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

"You mean, all the Sons of Bhaal are empowered?"

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise, and at the same time realized that things might not be that simple. It must be the dead god of murder who was causing trouble.

Davian nodded seriously, “I’m afraid so.

Additionally, a powerful son of Bhaal named Shandai is secretly gathering an army.

She already has a very large slave army under her command, as well as elite dark elves and a number of mind flayers and beholders loyal to her.

I don't know if she's planning on attacking other sons of Bhaal, or if she's taking an interest in the West Coast Empire you founded.

In the mountains where lava flows, adventurers also see groups of fire giants ready to go.

I have a feeling that things are going to get pretty bad.”

"Agathula, Xindai, are you unable to hold back any longer?"

Zuo Si accurately pronounced the names of two of the "Five Clan".

From Davian's description, it can be judged that this connection to the Blood Throne does not only occur in Aberdare, but also occurs near almost all surviving Sons of Bhaal.

But what he couldn't understand was why the God of Murder did this? You know, all that was Baal's power.

If he consumes too much, his divine power level will inevitably drop drastically after he dies and is resurrected.

"Master, do we need to make some corresponding preparations? For example, let Wilmes try it out first?" Davidian suggested.

Zuo Si thought for a moment and quickly shook his head: "There is no need to do this for the time being.

Because I am not sure whether Wilmes can really defeat these sons of Baal who have just been strengthened and may have become quasi-gods or even demigods.

And they may not necessarily be coming for the empire, they may also be coming for each other.

By the way, what is Melissa doing now? "

Zuo Si has always paid special attention to this ruthless character who successfully backstabbed Baal and almost became a goddess.

Davian answered without hesitation: "She has been trying to contact Balthazar recently. I don't know what they talked about. According to the spies' reports, they seem to be quite wary of each other."

"Well, it seems I have to go talk to this crazy monk. Please help keep an eye on the bodies of Sancho and others for a few days."

After saying this, Zuo Si opened the portal and disappeared on the spot.

(End of this chapter)